matching tracksuits

fun in threes, sometimes fours

Sales Reps

I am a sales rep. I have to get my students to buy into what I'm trying to teach them. Psychologists call this motivation; educational professionals from central office call it "activating strategies". It all amounts to the same thing, though: convince your students that what you're teaching them is

  1. interesting,
  2. useful, and
  3. worth their time.

I don't really recall any teachers doing that with me. I don't remember having "activating strategies." We walked into class and the teacher told us what we were going to be doing that day. I don't recall the teacher worrying so much about whether she's "hooking" us. I, for one, paid attention because I knew at some point, there would be some payoff. It was more difficult in some classes than in others, particularly in middle school (or junior high as it was called then), but I had some kind of strange faith that the teachers knew what they were doing, and that I would, eventually, use all this stuff.

Today, though, we talk about hooking students, competing for their attention, differentiating our instruction to keep it fresh and interesting. These are all good and worthy things, but when they start to be the focus of evaluation and training, it starts to be a little much. Add to it standardized testing and NCLB accountability, and you start to get the feeling that students' failure to learn something is your fault, and your fault alone.

Even not doing homework is your fault. You see, when a student flatly says, "I'm not going to do it," you have to "find another way to structure it so the student can learn it." He refuses to do the homework; you have to trick him into learning the information another way.

You didn't differentiate to account for different learning styles; you didn't hook your students; you didn't provide think-pair-share debriefing.

How about, "The students just didn't do the work"? How about, "The students just didn't care"? Well, you have to find a way to get them to do the work; you have to find a way to make them care.

I'm not sure a teacher's job is to motivate, though. We spend all the time motivating and massaging and coaxing, and in the meantime, the Chinese and Polish students who sit in quiet, disciplined rows for hour after hour outperform our students in that Holy Grail of NCLB achievement, standardized testing.

The difference is, to some degree, cultural -- a thought that is both soothing and depressing.

Thud on Northern Illinois University

Common sense:

In this country you can own a gun and still not know how to use it. And even if you know how to fire it, you don’t necessarily know how to fire it under pressure. The people who are supposed to respond to situations involving firearms go through a lot of training which prepares them to deal with these situations. It’s the rare armed civilian who’s going to be anything more than a hindrance in a firefight.

More Guns, More Problems

Dancing Again

The Girl has added some moves

Morning Hair

Morning Hair

The Girl, Updated

Maja commented about preferring pictures of L to pictures of a very blue 55-gallon drum. (I didn't provide a translation, but trust me, that's what she said. To which K replied, "I just hope we won't become known in the neighborhood as 'those people with the blue barrel'.") And then Nana and Papa mentioned the lack of Girl pictures of late.

How did this happen? Are we not doting anymore?

Well, we have been taking pictures. I just haven't been posting them.

How about a video instead?

To Do List

Rather, "Done" list:

  • chop wood
  • haul wood to storage location (i.e., corner of the carport)
  • carry unusable wood to the roadside
  • make a trip to Lowe's for various equipment
  • chop, cut, and pull large stand of thorn bushes
  • dig, cut, pull up half of the impressive root system of said bushes
  • take bushes and roots out to the roadside
  • rake up leaves formerly inaccessible due to the stand of bushes
  • vacuum car
  • wash car
  • work on clogged drain
  • do grocery shopping
  • drink beer
  • collapse

Out, out!

There's a revival of the practice of exorcism in Poland.

One of the recruits is the Rev. Wieslaw Jankowski, a priest with the Institute for Studies on the Family, a counseling center outside Warsaw. He said priests at the institute realized they needed an exorcist on staff after encountering an increase in people plagued by evil.

Typical cases, he said, include people who turn away from the church and embrace New Age therapies, alternative religions or the occult. Internet addicts and yoga devotees are also at risk, he said.

"This is a service which is sorely needed," said Jankowski, who holds a doctorate in spiritual theology. "The number of people who need help is intensifying right now."

Jankowski cited the case of a woman who asked for a divorce days after renewing her wedding vows as part of a marriage counseling program. What was suspicious, he said, was how the wife suddenly developed a passionate hatred for her husband.

"According to what I could perceive, the devil was present and acting in an obvious way," he said. "How else can you explain how a wife, in the space of a couple of weeks, could come to hate her own husband, a man who is a good person?"

I guess gone are the days, by and large, of attributing demon possession only to cases of people with spinning heads who spew pea soup, or at the very least, speak in tongues unknown to the victim new a husky, gravely voice. But there are still cases of Regan-esque possession:

Exorcists said the people they help can be in the grip of evil to varying degrees. Only a small fraction, they said, are completely possessed by demons -- which can cause them to display inhuman strength, speak in exotic tongues, recoil in the presence of sacred objects or overpower others with a stench.

In those cases, the exorcists must confront the devil directly, using the power of the church to order it to abandon its host. More often, however, priests perform what some of them refer to as "soft exorcisms," using prayer to rid people of evil influences that control their lives. (Washington Post)

Prayer is so much less dramatic than burning holy water, though.

What's troubling about the article is that there is no representation of the opposing viewpoint. Not all Catholics believe that internet addiction can be cured with holy water and prayer. Not all Catholics attribute mental illness to Satan. Not all Poles think that Yoga leads to possession.

Test Smokin’

We did a test-burn yesterday.

The draw was almost too strong, Dziadek said.

The next step was to get the meat ready for real smoking:

Next step -- apply a carcinogenic coating to the meat.

Smokin’ (Part II)

Whenever Papa comes here to help, I often end up helping him. It's always been that way.

It was no different with Dziadek and the smoker.

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So now the smoker's almost done, but not tested.

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That's tomorrow. And next weekend, the first adventures.

Hedges

Prophetic comments about ten years before his own death coming home from a concert.

And then there's the music.

Smokin’

"There's no good sandwich meat in America!"

Dziadek has stated several times. And that's critical, for sandwich meat -- cold cuts, in other words -- is a cornerstone of the Polish diet.

What else are you going to eat for breakfast?

Nothing fills you up for the day like, say, a head cheese (which, for the uninitiated, is pretty much what it sounds like) sandwich with a cup of hot tea.

What are we left to do? Dziadek decided there's only one solution: make our own cold cuts -- which requires a smoker. Which requires a cinder block foundation and a 55-gallon drum. Yes, we're going high class.

Yesterday, we dug out the foundation, mortared the cinder blocks together, began making the necessary modifications to the drum, cut down a dead oak, and went to Home Depot at least half a dozen times.

Today, we build the fire pit and attach the drum to the base. And eventually paint it.

Aesthetic concerns aside (how much does that privacy fence cost again?), I'm looking forward to having homemade ham.

Charleston

Last weekend we were in Charleston. Fun city -- European, old, classy. At least that's what I heard. I didn't get to see much because the Girl decided to get sick, and I stayed with her in the hotel.

Dziadek and K went to see the USS Yorktown

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And Fort Sumter

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Looks like fun.

Meanwhile, L and I sat in the hotel room, playing games, laughing, napping, and having a generally nice Saturday.

“Archbishop sparks Sharia law row”

From the BBC:

Leading politicians have distanced themselves from the Archbishop of Canterbury's belief that some Sharia law in the UK seems "unavoidable".

Gordon Brown's spokesman said the prime minister "believes that British laws should be based on British values".

The Tories called the archbishop's remarks "unhelpful" and the Lib Dems said all must abide by the rule of law.

Dr Rowan Williams said the UK had to "face up to the fact" some citizens do not relate to the British legal system. (Archbishop sparks Sharia law row)

I'm going to sound like a right-winger for this, but I'll say it: it seems to me that if you have problems relating to the legal system of your country of residence, perhaps you should consider changing your country of residence; if you desire Sharia law, perhaps you should go to one of the countries where it is enforced -- Iran and Saudi Arabia come to mind.

New Evening Ritual

8:00

We start cleaning up all the toys the Girl has managed to drag out. And believe me — in the space of about 3 nanoseconds, L can pull out every single toy in every single toy basket and toy box in a given room.

8:15

Bath time. L loves the bath. She doesn’t love getting ready for the bath. She gets testy, cranky, and whiny. But before we can take a bath, we have to potty. This could be optimized, but we’ll return to this later.

8:30

Bath’s done, dressing begins. This can take anywhere from twenty seconds to five minutes. Like most things, it depends on how cooperative the Girl is. She’s able to put her arm out in anticipation of having the sleeve of her sleeper slipped on. (How’s that for alliteration?)

8:35

Bedtime, with watered down juice and some kisses.

9:00

The girl wakes up crying. She stands up, flings the bottle to the floor, and begins howling. Time for Potty II.

9:10

Having had an enormous BM, the Girl is ready for sleep. At this point, the obvious hits: “L, why don’t you do your business before the bath, when I set you on the potty chair and wait in full anticipation?”

“Because that would make your life too simple, Tata,” is the probable answer.

9:15-10:00

Intermittent crying as the Girl tries to calm herself back down and fall back asleep.

Zakopower II

I thought I’d share another Zakopower song: Krapka Soli.