I”m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today”s item is 16 Things I Wish They Had Taught Me in School.
I”m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today”s item is Naps vs. caffeine vs. more night sleep.
I”m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today”s item is Is it Time to Retire the Never-Ending List?
I”m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today”s item is Neuroscience of selling your stuff.
From yesterday…
To today…
And tomorrow?
To all my wonderful readers,
A couple of weeks ago I drew and sent the last two weeks of dailies, bringing to a close the main storyline of FBorFW. It sure wasn”t easy! I think the drawings were harder to do than the writing, because I”d been thinking about what to say and how to say it for a long time. I had that “running in a dream” feeling, as though I”d never get there, but once the deed was done, I felt strangely comforted; a feeling that I”d done the
right thing at the right time. Continue Reading »
I”m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today”s item is The Wal-Mart Dilemma.
I studied short-story writing with Professor Daniel Keyes at Ohio University in the Spring of 1981. I took the class because I wanted to know what a real writer, a writer”s whose book I had read, was like. It was the first time I realized that writers were humans.
Spoiler Warning: remember to read the blog in reverse chronological order — start with the first post: progris riport 1 – martch 5, 1965 — so that you don”t get the ending first.
The lesson of the Ramsey case and the moon beads is that you never have all the evidence, even when it’s right in front of you. There’s always more to be learned from a technology you haven’t yet tried. You still have to make the best judgment you can at the time. You can’t expect that judgment never to be corrected. But you have to leave it open to correction.
What if there were a way to screen out the bad teachers before they get entrenched? Currently, New York City teachers get their union cards their first day on the job. In theory they’re on probation for three years after that, but in practice very few are forced out. Lombardi suggests replacing this system with an apprenticeship program. Rather than requiring teaching degrees (which don’t seem to improve value-added all that much), new recruits would have a couple of years of in-school training. There would then come a day of reckoning, when teachers-to-be would face a serious evaluation before securing union membership and a job for life.
Last Wednesday I posted about a sensory-friendly showing of the animated feature: Star Wars — The Clone Wars this coming Saturday. Yesterday I received this update:
WHAT: AMC Entertainment and ASA have teamed up to begin testing a pilot program to bring families affected by autism a special opportunity to enjoy their favorite films in a safe and accepting environment on a monthly basis. “Sensory Friendly Films” are premiering across the country this month with a special showing of the new animated film Star Wars: Clone Wars. Continue Reading »
I haven’t watched any of the Olympic coverage this year. I think that the last Olympics I paid any attention to was the Winter Games in 1980.
But I did want to draw my readers’ attentions to a comment left by Students For A Free Tibet.
Watch and think.
Free Tibet 2008 Television is uploading video that you won’t see on the sanctioned channels.
Other people filtered in, and a few had children. I watched these children. At first I thought they were angry and sullen, like Chloe was. But they stood quietly next to their mothers, and they were polite and kind, much unlike Chloe, who was flicking bits of stringy turkey at her siblings.
It wasn’t until Ivan and Giselle saw the other kids and got up to talk to them, and I saw those kids flinch, that it began to make sense. Ivan and Giselle were acting like being here was no big deal because they hadn’t grown up with this, and they hadn’t a clue what it meant to be at a soup kitchen.
They didn’t feel ashamed of anything. So they asked questions of everyone, wondered aloud about how the serving dishes kept the food warm, and why there were single desserts instead of the served kind, and where the bathroom was.
Even Chloe’s sullenness was better than what I saw in those other kids, which was an acceptance of the situation and all it implied, all we load it with, all I loaded it with, despite my liberal proclamations, my lovely words and rhetoric argued in college classrooms, where I could turn a pretty phrase and win an argument about classism or poverty.
I had grown up “poor,” whatever that means, and hungry sometimes, too. But I had never been to a soup kitchen, didn’t have a clue what it looked like, what it felt like, and I’m sorry now that I had pretended to know and that I had made use of something I had no right to use.
Of last evening’s conversations at Dr. Rick Warren’s Saddleback Church, Maeve Reston and Seema Mehta wrote:
Among the forum’s lighter moments was Warren’s challenge to “define rich.”
Obama poked fun at Warren, whose book “The Purpose-Driven Life” was a bestseller. “Well, if you’ve got book sales of 25 million, you qualify,” Obama joked before saying: “I would argue that if you’re making more than $250,000, you’re in the top 3 percent or 4 percent of the country, and you’re doing well.”
McCain, whose wife’s wealth has been estimated at more than $100 million, tried to dodge the question. But with a chuckle, he finally gave a figure: “I think if you’re just talking about income, how about $5 million?”
Senator Obama was too high by a factor of two.
The pursuit of freedom, as defined in an age of consumerism, has induced a condition of dependence on imported goods, on imported oil, and on credit. The chief desire of the American people is that nothing should disrupt their access to these goods, that oil, and that credit. The chief aim of the U.S. government is to satisfy that desire, which it does in part of through the distribution of largesse here at home, and in part through the pursuit of imperial ambitions abroad.
Hat tip to Andrew Sullivan.
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