The Perfect Weekend

It’s probably not cool to crow about how great one’s weekend with wife and baby were, but, well, with the weather so disgusting today and with me facing the prospect of actually having to get some work done, I’d prefer instead to reminisce. So:

Saturday was a trip to Prospect Park and the Greenmarket, lunch at Franny’s (which Sasha ate willingly), a long nap, a late dinner. Sunday wasn’t much different: a long run, an easy lunch, a short nap, the NYC Apple Festival and a Chinatown playground, a dinner of stir-fried fly’s head (not quite what it sounds like), and then some popular TV show on basic cable. No freak-outs, no unbearable fussing, no stress, no regrets. Ah. Just perfect yuppie-hipster Brooklynite bliss.

On some level, I have to wonder as well if there wouldn’t be more of these nice weekends if, you know, I was around for more of them. As we’ve been pointing out pretty much since this blog started, but also in the recent discussion of “reporting trips,” it’s not easy to manage a traveling life while trying to be a good, responsible dad. But at the same time, maybe I’m cherishing* weekends like this past one just because they’re so rare. If I had every weekend to spend precious quality time with my family, maybe I wouldn’t care so much. Or maybe I’m just getting maudlin in my old age. In any case, I’ve got two more chances for equally enjoyable weekends before I’m off around the world again.

* Fuck, did I just write “cherish”? Shoot me now.

A Week on the Wagon: Milestones Edition

It was a week of what the philosophers of science call “paradigm shifts” here on the Dadwagon. Ted’s was life-altering, as his divorce became official. Nathan’s was similarly significant: there was appropriately contained peeing, and possibly a tattoo to commemorate same. Christopher’s wasn’t quite as earth-shaking, but his child did produced his very first sentence (and it’s one with which I think almost all of us agree). And Matt shook off the world we know entirely, tromping around remote parts of Ireland without a map or a cell phone, wondering where people were going.

Meanwhile, everyday life continued in familiar small ways. Sesame Street met a pop star, to minor controversy. Newsweek was sleepy. Gawker was mouthy. We were grateful that grownup offices don’t have silly-hat day, and were reminded of the real upside of carless city life. And big-deal novelists got taken down a peg. All in a day’s news.

More of that when we return on Monday.

Doing Our Job for Us: Gawker

Thanks to the good folks over at Gawker for coming up with an extensive list of ways to know if your child is gay, based on some psychologist’s conclusion that “gender-variant behavior” is a good predictor of future sexuality. Some choice excerpts:

  • The first thing on your daughter’s Christmas list is flannel shirts. The second is a bond for college tuition. (Smith is expensive!)
  • Your son tells you he wants to dress up for Halloween like his idol, Entertainment Tonight‘s Mary Hart.
  • Your kid requests a Justin Bieber haircut. This is true for children of both sexes.

Important things to keep in mind, friends.

The Economist and Work Incentives: Things I Really Know Nothing (But Still Have Opinions) About

Okay, I’ll admit it: I read the Economist, and not just because I have trouble sleeping at night. I read it for work, as part of my research for the Harper’s Index, which I write each month. I came across a interesting article recently, written by the anonymous (and in my opinion, stupidly named) columnist, Schumpeter, on how businesses are trying to increase the amount of fun Americans get to have at work (without engaging in illicit or illegal activities):

The cult of fun is deepening as well as widening. Google is the acknowledged champion: its offices are blessed with volleyball courts, bicycle paths, a yellow brick road, a model dinosaur, regular games of roller hockey and several professional masseuses. But now two other companies have challenged Google for the jester’s crown—Twitter, a microblogging service, and Zappos, an online shoe-shop.

Twitter’s website stresses how wacky the company is: workers wear cowboy hats and babble that: “Crazy things happen every day…it’s pretty ridiculous.” The company has a team of people whose job is to make workers happy: for example, by providing them with cold towels on a hot day. Zappos boasts that creating “fun and a little weirdness” is one of its core values. Tony Hsieh, the boss, shaves his head and spends 10% of his time studying what he calls the “science of happiness”. He once joked that Zappos was suing the Walt Disney Company for claiming that it was “the happiest place on earth”. The company engages in regular “random acts of kindness”: workers form a noisy conga line and single out one of their colleagues for praise. The praisee then has to wear a silly hat for a week.

Now, short of having a silly hat—cuz who doesn’t want one of those bad boys for office and home use—why would the masters of industry in this country think I want to have more fun at work? I can’t speak for the employed-without-children, but I can’t imagine they are all that different from me: I want to do my work and leave. Creating things that will keep me in my office strikes me as, well, a way for an employer to keep me in my office. Which is not where I house my girlfriend, children, television, or refrigerator. As a parent, I’m constantly looking for ways to meet me work responsibilities while simultaneously spending as little time physically in the office as is possible and ethical. This trend directly counteracts those efforts.

It reminded me of some work-related experiences I had years ago when I lived in Vietnam (that’s how I met Matt; we were both sub-editors at Vietnam News). I had a friend who was a manager at a foreign-owned mobile-phone company. One of his colleagues was having a hard time motivating his Vietnamese employees, despite having implemented a number of what he considered worker-friendly office policies, the crowning achievement of which was casual Friday attire for work.

The Vietnamese employees detested casual Friday, largely because they were, culturally speaking, not quite as sartorially casual as the average American. They liked dressing up—it signaled success and respect to them. Telling them to wear Dockers wasn’t going to make them feel more invested in the company.

My friend’s solution, and it was a good one, was to create a program within the company where employees could earn training and education trips abroad. This cost the company money, of course, but it was suitably difficult for the employees to achieve, and most important, it was something they really wanted.

Trip abroad or funny hat? Hmm. Check back with me later. I’m thinking here.