Category Archives: Conversations

Incredibly, this man is an engineer

Greg and I read an article recently about a study that involved giving computers to children from low-income families. Researchers then followed the students to see whether having computers at home improved their test scores. And – no surprise here – it did not. The children’s scores in math and reading fell.

Greg and I discussed why that was the case. The article theorized that the children might have lacked supervision and thus spent less time doing homework now that they had a computer. This sounded right to me.

“But they would have already had television” Greg said.

“Yes, but I think computers are a lot more compelling than television,” I said. “They can get on there and chat with their friends and play games.”

Greg disagreed. He said that they probably just exchanged computer time for TV time, so it shouldn’t have made a difference.  I challenged him to explain why they had done worse at school.

“Because they could use the computers to do their math homework,” he said.

“No way, people do not use computers for math,” I said. “I know that’s why computers were invented, but that is not what people use them for.”

“You use our computer for math,” he retorted. Yes, I use the calculator function to balance our checkbook.

“But we had calculators in our house when I was a kid, and I never used them for math homework because I knew that was cheating,” I said.

“But these kids probably did,” Greg said.

The mind of a geek is fascinating. Would kids really race home from school and get in front of the computer to do their math homework? Nevermind video games and Facebook, let’s cheat on this long division!

I remember how excited my brother and I were when we got our first computer. We would run home from school to — brace yourselves for this — play Tetris. I never thought to use it for math, which probably explains why I’m a journalist.

Inheritance

Greg has been writing a will for us. No, we don’t plan to die anytime soon, but you never know. We might fry after our air-conditioner dies on a 105-degree August day, or Greg might poison himself by eating 3-week-old leftovers. I was reading what Greg had written, and he was trying to explain things to me.

“I would be able to leave $2 million to Eleanor, tax free!” Greg said.

“Well, I’m very excited,” I said. “I didn’t know we even had $2 million.”

“I thought you were working on that part,” Greg said.

Of course. With my part-time career as a journalist, I’m sure we’re well on our way to $2 million.

Thirty

Today I turned 30, something I’ve been fretting about for the past few weeks. I know I’m only a day older, but those fat numbers have made me look back at the 10 years that have sneaked past and wonder what the next 10 will bring.

A few days ago, Greg and I talked about our expectations for our 30s. Since Greg turned 30 last year, he has been convinced that this decade will be better than his 20s.

“We’ll have more disposable income, and we’ll still be young enough that we can enjoy it,” he said. “Once you get to 40, then you really start to get old.”

I know quite a few people over 40. I wonder if they realize they’re too old to enjoy life.

“So it’s just all downhill after 40, huh?” I asked. “That means I’ve only got 10 years left.”

Greg assured me that life wouldn’t end at 40, either.

“You’re only 30, so you’ve still got another 70 years to go,” he said.

“But apparently 60 of those will be miserable,” I said.

“That will make them seem even longer,” he said.

Well, how’s that for a happy birthday? Given the alternative to growing old, my slide toward decrepitude shall continue.