Sunday, July 31, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
I went to the second hand store yesterday (even though I know I shouldn't, sometimes I just want to buy something and since "real" stores are out of the question, I comfort myself with goofy things other people have cast off.) and I bought three fabulous and random things.
1. an Easter egg jello-jigglers mold- note I don't even like jello and it's no where near Easter
2. a cookie press- note I don't remember the last time I made cookies, nor do I know any
recipes for or how to use a cookie press
3. a wool hat - note that it is 98 degrees outside in the middle of TX summer
It's all so beautiful.
1. an Easter egg jello-jigglers mold- note I don't even like jello and it's no where near Easter
2. a cookie press- note I don't remember the last time I made cookies, nor do I know any
recipes for or how to use a cookie press
3. a wool hat - note that it is 98 degrees outside in the middle of TX summer
It's all so beautiful.
When I was a kid I had an encyclopedia-like set of children’s classics. They were bound in dark blue with gold lettering. Each book contained to halves of two different stories. For example, one volume might contain the second half of Peter Pan and the first half of Alice in Wonderland. One summer I read them all, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, Robinson Caruso, The Call of the Wild, Just So Stories, (others I’m sure,) and half of Swiss Family Robinson. I was just thinking about it the other day, I never did find out what happened to that Swiss Family Robinson. I guess whoever gave me that set got tired of buying half books . . .Hmmm. . . oh well.
I read all of the Little House on the Prairie books and I loved Trixie Belden. Never heard of Trixie Belden? Well, she was a lesser known counter part of Nancy Drew and the Hardy boys. How did I get a hold of somewhat obscure books written in the 40s when I was 10? I think my mom may have read them when she was a kid and she would pick them up for me at garage sales. I dug Trixie more than Nancy because unlike Nancy who was rich and beautiful, Trixie was kind of a tomboy and had freckles and lived out in the country and argued with her brothers.
I recently bought the first three Trixie books from Amazon. I haven’t re-read them yet, but she’s on my list. Others on my list are Anne of Green Gables (I heard these were good as a kid, but I accidentally picked up House of Seven Gables in stead . . . bad choice.) I have Mary Poppins to read, and I’m not sure I ever finished the Narnia books, I have all of the Little House books to re-read at my leisure, two more OZ books, Peter Pan and I’m thinking I really need to read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (did I ever read it in the first place? And now I don’t have a copy!) I love Ronald Dahl. I also have about 100 other books that I keep impulsively buying! I’ve been trying to stop buying books! These are just the children’s books, what about all the other ones? Sci-fi, fantasy, literature, history, theology . . . will it ever end?
I am currently reading 1. Edith Hamilton’s Mythology
2. The Srewtape Letters
3. Captain Underpants and the Invasion of the Incredibly Naughty Cafeteria Ladies from Outer Space (and the Subsequent Assault of the Equally Evil Lunchroom Zombie Nerds)
PS this is one of those blogs that I wrote a long time ago and never posted . . . I have now finished #s 2 and 3 and am half way through The Dragon Reborn and The Mediations of Marcus Aurelius. (although I seem to have misplace Marcus, he's a skinny little thing) I'm not sure I'll be able to squeeze another one in before school starts, but I'll try!
I read all of the Little House on the Prairie books and I loved Trixie Belden. Never heard of Trixie Belden? Well, she was a lesser known counter part of Nancy Drew and the Hardy boys. How did I get a hold of somewhat obscure books written in the 40s when I was 10? I think my mom may have read them when she was a kid and she would pick them up for me at garage sales. I dug Trixie more than Nancy because unlike Nancy who was rich and beautiful, Trixie was kind of a tomboy and had freckles and lived out in the country and argued with her brothers.
I recently bought the first three Trixie books from Amazon. I haven’t re-read them yet, but she’s on my list. Others on my list are Anne of Green Gables (I heard these were good as a kid, but I accidentally picked up House of Seven Gables in stead . . . bad choice.) I have Mary Poppins to read, and I’m not sure I ever finished the Narnia books, I have all of the Little House books to re-read at my leisure, two more OZ books, Peter Pan and I’m thinking I really need to read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (did I ever read it in the first place? And now I don’t have a copy!) I love Ronald Dahl. I also have about 100 other books that I keep impulsively buying! I’ve been trying to stop buying books! These are just the children’s books, what about all the other ones? Sci-fi, fantasy, literature, history, theology . . . will it ever end?
I am currently reading 1. Edith Hamilton’s Mythology
2. The Srewtape Letters
3. Captain Underpants and the Invasion of the Incredibly Naughty Cafeteria Ladies from Outer Space (and the Subsequent Assault of the Equally Evil Lunchroom Zombie Nerds)
PS this is one of those blogs that I wrote a long time ago and never posted . . . I have now finished #s 2 and 3 and am half way through The Dragon Reborn and The Mediations of Marcus Aurelius. (although I seem to have misplace Marcus, he's a skinny little thing) I'm not sure I'll be able to squeeze another one in before school starts, but I'll try!
Sunday, July 24, 2005
“The basic principle of the new education is to be that dunces and idlers must not be made to feel inferior to intelligent and industrious pupils.”
“The bright pupil this remains democratically fettered to his own age group throughout his school career, and a boy who would be capable of tackling Aeschytlus or Dante sits listening to his coeval’s attempts to spell out A CAT SAT ON A MAT.”
“And anyway the teachers- or should I say, nurses?- will be far too busy reassuring the dunces and patting them on the back to waste time on real teaching.”
“For “democracy” or the “democratic spirit” (diabolical sense) leads to a nation without great men, a nation mainly of sub literates, full of the cocksureness which flattery breeds on ignorance, and quick to snarl or whimper a the first hint of criticism.”
Screwtape Proposes a Toast CS Lewis
I’ve been taking education administration classes this summer. The most important thing I’ve learned is that if I had children I would be wary to send them to public schools. I’m optimistic so I like to believe that most teachers have their student’s best interests at heart, but the bureaucracy and the general ignorance is astounding!
A few weeks ago we talked about “religion” in the classroom. By religion most of them meant denominations. Some of them argued that there was too much religious freedom in the classroom; others argued that there wasn’t enough. One high school lit teacher was saying how she doesn’t want to proselytize (actually, she kept saying “prostelytize”) in the classroom, she would just like to have the freedom to talk to her class about the Biblical and Christian allusions presented in the literature.
I told her that would be great, if she could also explain the Buddhist and Hindu and Jewish and Islamic allusions presented in the literature . . . oh, but wait, I’m sure she doesn’t use any lit that would have those types of allusions.
This same woman . . . I’m sure she thought I was pure evil . . . she was commenting on something another classmate had said, stated, “Well, I don’t understand why that girl was offended by a teacher wearing something that says “I love Jesus” why should that offend anybody? It’s not like it said, “You better love Jesus or else.”
I said, “Well, you probably don’t see why it’s offensive because you are a Christian. What if a student or a teacher came to class wearing a T-shirt that said, “Satan owns my soul.” Would you find that offensive?”
She said, “Yeah, but that’s extreme, besides, that’s not a religion, that’s a cult.”
I asked, “What do you think is the difference between a religion and a cult?”
She answered, “A cult worships something that somebody just made up.”
I said, “So, you think somebody just made up Satan?”
She said, “Well, I mean people like David Koresh, he said he was the Messiah.”
I said, “But, Jesus said the same thing! The established religious leaders thought he was crazy and they wanted to kill him, (and they did) they also persecuted and killed early Christian converts because they said the converts were part of a dangerous cult.”
She responded, “But that’s different, Christianity is old.”
Me: “So, if it’s old, it’s okay?!”
Her: “Yeah.”
Me: “Paganism? Animism? Witchcraft, Druids, Voodoo?”
I think she stopped listening just after she said, “Yeah.” That is if she ever was listening in the first place.
My PhD prof. was trying to make a point about how we do need to teach some points of religion in the classroom just as historical facts . . . he said, “I bet nobody in here even knows what century Mohammad was born in.” I thought, “I bet you’re wrong.”
Then he said, “I bet nobody in here can even name two or three of the six pillars of Islam.”
And I thought, “I’d like to hear you name the six pillars of Islam, since there are only five.”
I said, “There are only five.”
He said, “Five, six, whatever.”
And I thought, “Well, look there, you have proven your point quite well.”
I decided to be quiet the rest of the class time.
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“The bright pupil this remains democratically fettered to his own age group throughout his school career, and a boy who would be capable of tackling Aeschytlus or Dante sits listening to his coeval’s attempts to spell out A CAT SAT ON A MAT.”
“And anyway the teachers- or should I say, nurses?- will be far too busy reassuring the dunces and patting them on the back to waste time on real teaching.”
“For “democracy” or the “democratic spirit” (diabolical sense) leads to a nation without great men, a nation mainly of sub literates, full of the cocksureness which flattery breeds on ignorance, and quick to snarl or whimper a the first hint of criticism.”
Screwtape Proposes a Toast CS Lewis
I’ve been taking education administration classes this summer. The most important thing I’ve learned is that if I had children I would be wary to send them to public schools. I’m optimistic so I like to believe that most teachers have their student’s best interests at heart, but the bureaucracy and the general ignorance is astounding!
A few weeks ago we talked about “religion” in the classroom. By religion most of them meant denominations. Some of them argued that there was too much religious freedom in the classroom; others argued that there wasn’t enough. One high school lit teacher was saying how she doesn’t want to proselytize (actually, she kept saying “prostelytize”) in the classroom, she would just like to have the freedom to talk to her class about the Biblical and Christian allusions presented in the literature.
I told her that would be great, if she could also explain the Buddhist and Hindu and Jewish and Islamic allusions presented in the literature . . . oh, but wait, I’m sure she doesn’t use any lit that would have those types of allusions.
This same woman . . . I’m sure she thought I was pure evil . . . she was commenting on something another classmate had said, stated, “Well, I don’t understand why that girl was offended by a teacher wearing something that says “I love Jesus” why should that offend anybody? It’s not like it said, “You better love Jesus or else.”
I said, “Well, you probably don’t see why it’s offensive because you are a Christian. What if a student or a teacher came to class wearing a T-shirt that said, “Satan owns my soul.” Would you find that offensive?”
She said, “Yeah, but that’s extreme, besides, that’s not a religion, that’s a cult.”
I asked, “What do you think is the difference between a religion and a cult?”
She answered, “A cult worships something that somebody just made up.”
I said, “So, you think somebody just made up Satan?”
She said, “Well, I mean people like David Koresh, he said he was the Messiah.”
I said, “But, Jesus said the same thing! The established religious leaders thought he was crazy and they wanted to kill him, (and they did) they also persecuted and killed early Christian converts because they said the converts were part of a dangerous cult.”
She responded, “But that’s different, Christianity is old.”
Me: “So, if it’s old, it’s okay?!”
Her: “Yeah.”
Me: “Paganism? Animism? Witchcraft, Druids, Voodoo?”
I think she stopped listening just after she said, “Yeah.” That is if she ever was listening in the first place.
My PhD prof. was trying to make a point about how we do need to teach some points of religion in the classroom just as historical facts . . . he said, “I bet nobody in here even knows what century Mohammad was born in.” I thought, “I bet you’re wrong.”
Then he said, “I bet nobody in here can even name two or three of the six pillars of Islam.”
And I thought, “I’d like to hear you name the six pillars of Islam, since there are only five.”
I said, “There are only five.”
He said, “Five, six, whatever.”
And I thought, “Well, look there, you have proven your point quite well.”
I decided to be quiet the rest of the class time.
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Sunday, July 17, 2005
I've written a blog or two and haven't posted them . . . on account of I'm too lazy to get up and plug in my flash drive. They say there's always tomorrow. That is unless Jesus comes than there's me with unpublished blogs like a virgin without oil.
Well, in other news I finally bought a rolling pin. I've been using a glass all these years. I was in a cooking mood today and I tried to make prawlines . . . that was semi disastrous. I think I just made sticky nuts. :0) sticky nuts, that makes me laugh.
I bought some clear plastic Cinderella shoes. Unfortunate, I don't have anywhere to wear them. I believe I have already made my complaints about not being cute at work. Lab coat, sensible shoes, prescription safety glasses, pocket protector . . . they don't add up to cute no matter what.
I wish I was one of those girls with the perfect (never chipped) nail polish and peticured toes. One of those women with the cute hair cut they obviously get up early every morning to "do." One of those ones with matching purses and shoes and who always, always have smooth shaven, tanned legs. I'm not one of those. I mean, I know that I technically could be, but it would be very taxing on me, at least to start out. I have been working on wearing make up more often. Which generally means that about lunch time I got to the rest room and apply eyeshadow, blush and lipstick.
Speaking of not being cute. I have a growing colony of white hairs populating my head. Now, I wouldn't be so offended by them if it weren't for the fact that they all hang out together right on my natural part! There used to be only 5 or 6, now there are at least 25 and they are all in the same 1 square inch of my head! I mean I know there are probably others, but I don't care about them, mostly because I can't see them, but there they are everyday near the hair line on my part. They taunt and mock me. (bastards) I was going to color them today, but once again, lazy.
looks like I just lost my connection.
fine!
Well, in other news I finally bought a rolling pin. I've been using a glass all these years. I was in a cooking mood today and I tried to make prawlines . . . that was semi disastrous. I think I just made sticky nuts. :0) sticky nuts, that makes me laugh.
I bought some clear plastic Cinderella shoes. Unfortunate, I don't have anywhere to wear them. I believe I have already made my complaints about not being cute at work. Lab coat, sensible shoes, prescription safety glasses, pocket protector . . . they don't add up to cute no matter what.
I wish I was one of those girls with the perfect (never chipped) nail polish and peticured toes. One of those women with the cute hair cut they obviously get up early every morning to "do." One of those ones with matching purses and shoes and who always, always have smooth shaven, tanned legs. I'm not one of those. I mean, I know that I technically could be, but it would be very taxing on me, at least to start out. I have been working on wearing make up more often. Which generally means that about lunch time I got to the rest room and apply eyeshadow, blush and lipstick.
Speaking of not being cute. I have a growing colony of white hairs populating my head. Now, I wouldn't be so offended by them if it weren't for the fact that they all hang out together right on my natural part! There used to be only 5 or 6, now there are at least 25 and they are all in the same 1 square inch of my head! I mean I know there are probably others, but I don't care about them, mostly because I can't see them, but there they are everyday near the hair line on my part. They taunt and mock me. (bastards) I was going to color them today, but once again, lazy.
looks like I just lost my connection.
fine!
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
Learn Something New Today:
Mr. T was born Laurence Tureaud on May 21, 1952 in the rough southside ghetto area of Chicago. He is the second youngest of twelve children (he has four sisters and seven brothers, and grew up in government housing. His father left when he was 5, and his mother raised the family on $87 a month welfare in a three room apartment. Mr.T's brothers encouraged him to build up his body in order to survive, and he has commented, "If you think I'm big, you should see my brothers!" His mother is a religious woman, who has had a strong influence on him. He says, "Any man who don't love his momma can't be no friend of mine". He was an average student in school. He says "Most of the time I stared out the windows, just daydreaming. I didn't study much because I have a photographic memory." Apart from one spell between 5th and 7th grades when he went a little astray - playing hookey, cursing, acting tough, being disrespectful - he was a well behaved child (He worried about how his mother would feel if he ended up in jail). He attended Dunbar Vocational High School. He was a football star, studied martial arts, and was a 3-time city wrestling champion. He won a scholarship to Prairie View A&M University in Texas, but was thrown out after a year. After that he went to a couple of little colleges in Chicago, always on an athletic scholarship. When he left college, Mr. T was a military policeman in the US Army. After that, he was invited to try out for the Green Bay Packers, but a knee injury finished his professional football career.
It was whilst reading "National Geographic" that Mr. T first saw the hairstyle for which he is now famous -- on a Mandinka warrior. He felt that adopting the style was a powerful statement about his origins. In 1975 he worked for a while on the Chicago educational scheme as a gym teacher. In 1978 he decided to do something definite about his religious beliefs and was re-baptised in the Cosmopolitan Community Church in Chicago.
http://stupidcollegekid.tripod.com/thestupidcollegekid/id15.html
see also: www.mrtandme.com
Mr. T was born Laurence Tureaud on May 21, 1952 in the rough southside ghetto area of Chicago. He is the second youngest of twelve children (he has four sisters and seven brothers, and grew up in government housing. His father left when he was 5, and his mother raised the family on $87 a month welfare in a three room apartment. Mr.T's brothers encouraged him to build up his body in order to survive, and he has commented, "If you think I'm big, you should see my brothers!" His mother is a religious woman, who has had a strong influence on him. He says, "Any man who don't love his momma can't be no friend of mine". He was an average student in school. He says "Most of the time I stared out the windows, just daydreaming. I didn't study much because I have a photographic memory." Apart from one spell between 5th and 7th grades when he went a little astray - playing hookey, cursing, acting tough, being disrespectful - he was a well behaved child (He worried about how his mother would feel if he ended up in jail). He attended Dunbar Vocational High School. He was a football star, studied martial arts, and was a 3-time city wrestling champion. He won a scholarship to Prairie View A&M University in Texas, but was thrown out after a year. After that he went to a couple of little colleges in Chicago, always on an athletic scholarship. When he left college, Mr. T was a military policeman in the US Army. After that, he was invited to try out for the Green Bay Packers, but a knee injury finished his professional football career.
It was whilst reading "National Geographic" that Mr. T first saw the hairstyle for which he is now famous -- on a Mandinka warrior. He felt that adopting the style was a powerful statement about his origins. In 1975 he worked for a while on the Chicago educational scheme as a gym teacher. In 1978 he decided to do something definite about his religious beliefs and was re-baptised in the Cosmopolitan Community Church in Chicago.
http://stupidcollegekid.tripod.com/thestupidcollegekid/id15.html
see also: www.mrtandme.com
Shannon has a poor attitude. She refuses to play cooperatively with the other children. She refuses to obey simple commands or to answer simple questions.
Shannon refuses to accept classroom leadership responsibilities, she prefers to sit alone in a corner with a book or a ball of yarn.
Shannon is not achieving her full potential.
Shannon must be socialized to peer involvement if she is to move forward in her development.
Shannon refuses to accept classroom leadership responsibilities, she prefers to sit alone in a corner with a book or a ball of yarn.
Shannon is not achieving her full potential.
Shannon must be socialized to peer involvement if she is to move forward in her development.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
You scored as Scarlet. Scarlet, darling...
You are often seen wearing gorgeous outfits (even out of curtians).
You have a dramatic flair and tend to lead on rich southern aristocrats.
Scarlet
81%
Orange-yellow
69%
Cerulean
63%
Sea Green
63%
Black
56%Which crayon color are you?created with QuizFarm.com
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
I had an extra moment so I decided I should learn about body language I went to the first web page that popped up on Google and started reading the following list:
Sniffing — May be annoyed or just talking to you (well, it seemed kinda strange, but okay)
Grunts — Usually angry, watch out or you could get bit! (obviously)
Shrill scream — Hurt or dying (again, obvious)
Circling your feet — Usually indicates sexual behavior. He/She's in love. (now it's getting interesting.)
Spraying (spraying?!) — Males that are not neutered will mark female rabbits (rabbits?!) in this manner as well as their territory. Females will also spray.
I went to a rabbit page: http://www.rabbit.org/behavior/body-language.html
learn all about rabbit body language for yourself. I'm moving on to humans.
Sniffing — May be annoyed or just talking to you (well, it seemed kinda strange, but okay)
Grunts — Usually angry, watch out or you could get bit! (obviously)
Shrill scream — Hurt or dying (again, obvious)
Circling your feet — Usually indicates sexual behavior. He/She's in love. (now it's getting interesting.)
Spraying (spraying?!) — Males that are not neutered will mark female rabbits (rabbits?!) in this manner as well as their territory. Females will also spray.
I went to a rabbit page: http://www.rabbit.org/behavior/body-language.html
learn all about rabbit body language for yourself. I'm moving on to humans.
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