The zany music resonated long after the TV was off, jangly tunes that stuck like glue until bedtime-and often until the next episode. And… so was I? I remembered Sesame Street as a low-fi grab bag of skits on Oregon Public Broadcasting in the 1980s, the show my parents put on before and after school. An oasis from my own childhood was streaming on demand: “Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away…” We nestled into the couch and fished the remote from between the cushions. We’d managed to shield her from television for the first sixteen months of her life, and I resolved to keep protecting her from the ads and anxieties that would dominate her vision soon enough.īy the end of day three of sheltering in place with a toddler, worn-out and desperate, I revised my parenting philosophy to embrace “developmentally appropriate educational television” in hopes that something, anything, on PBS would hold her attention long enough for me to plan for a Zoom class or, better yet, close my eyes and breathe. To keep N amused, I would try anything, as long as it didn’t involve turning on a screen. I pushed her in a stroller until she fell asleep and at last I could read student work or, more often, doomscroll on Twitter, wondering if we’d brought a child into a collapsing world. I pulled her around town in a bike trailer, BART trains wailing past overhead, empty car after empty car.
#Im a believer parody movie#
I pushed her in a toy car around the neighborhood, which felt like an empty movie set, the skies above the nearby airport devoid of planes. I pulled weeds while she followed me with a toy bucket. The official word from the college where I taught was that we would be back on campus after spring break, so I passed the official word on to my students and convinced myself that I should enjoy some precious time with N while capitalism was on pause. This was back when it seemed equally plausible that the world was ending and that we would flatten the curve in six weeks. For N, there was no yesterday, today, or tomorrow, no best-laid plans, only the vast, enthralling Sea of Perception, where we drifted together from the moment her mother, a health care worker, left the house after breakfast until the moment her mother returned just before dinner, the outline of an N95 mask still impressed upon her face.
Mademoiselle Scienti… on I am a small business owner.When N’s daycare was shut down, I was plunged into the role of full-time work-from-home dad, responsible for the safety and enrichment of a one-and-a-half-year-old girl who was just beginning to walk and babble, blissfully unaware of viruses and politics and the concept of time. Adeyemi-… on I am a small business owner. Karen Wooley on Am I my ancestors’ wildest dre…ĭragana on Did I ever mention how I almos…Ĭhinese Students in… on What exactly does a scientist… I wrote a research article, but what does it mean?!?!?.Did I ever mention how I almost ruined a Shania Twain concert?.
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Search for: Follow me on Twitter My Tweets Recent Posts I had to make sure all the acronyms were right, oh ooh Now trust, we got cred, so there’s nothing here to fear oh, oohīut they never did, triaged it, saying my research was I got the letters supporting what is here You asked for things I said I’d do, reviewer, reviewerĪnd the vagueness in your comments gives me You tore it up, you broke it down, reviewer, reviewer What will work, can it work, will it work, make it work I spoke to my scribbles everywhere pleading out It fresh and it says all things I will achieve, oh oohīut page limits stopped me writing all the things inside my head, oh ooh I’m real proud of the grant you just received (Hopefully I’ll get some time to actually sing this one too!) Despite the fantastic news that I did indeed get a grant, and a paper accepted in the same week (I could get used to weeks like this), these lyrics focus on the “dark side” of submitting grants. It’s time for another science parody! I’ve been hearing Imagine Dragons Believer and well, like so many songs I hear over and over again, I write some science lyrics for them.
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