Sunday Snapshots

I find myself working mainly on school-related projects with little time to take pictures, or – if I do have time – I forget to do so. However, my iPhone shows I take more pictures than I remember. What did I do this week?

Flag Shadow on BricksBased on the location I took this picture last Sunday, although I don’t remember actually shooting it.

I went shopping and saw this glass. No wonder it was on clearance.

Glass of Stupid

I thought that no-one could actually be that stupid, then realized stupidity comes in pints, too.

Pint of Stupid

I came across this excellent sentence while tackling my TBR:

Recreational Philosophy

For six months he stayed in Athens, sight-seeing and indulging in a bit of recreational philosophy.

I’m not exactly sure what recreational philosophy is, but it sounds like something I’d enjoy.

I also introduced my students to the National History Day theme:

Finally, here’s a comic I found online:

Onomatopoeian Empire
 

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A Conversation Over Saturday Morning Coffee

morning coffeeThe following is the result of a free write exercise after grading forty-some-odd history assignments and consuming ten cups of coffee – at least, what my coffee maker indicates as a “cup”; measured using my actual coffee mug, it’s only three cups – with Smokey on my lap and House Season 6 on Netflix.


According to my schedule, I’m supposed to write something.

Blue Book ExamToday, it feels like a Blue Book Exam for which I haven’t studied – or worse, one for which I studied the completely wrong material. Like the exam which cost me an A in History of England I because I studied the wrong material and tried verbosity over substance and ended up with a 93.9 in a class with a six-point grading scale and a teacher who didn’t round and whose law was that of the Medes and Persians. She also wore military-style jackets [military circa the turn of the last century] and reminded most of us of Napoleon. She was great!

Seriously, I sat down and did the math – I only needed one more point anywhere else on any assignment over the course of the semester and I’d have my A. Now, I use this tale of woe as an academic morality tale for my students – especially the freshman.

And you know what? I, too, follow the law of the Medes and Persians. By that I mean I cannot change my own class policy, not that you’ll lose your hand if you cheat. Was that a law of the Medes and Persians? I’m not sure, but it sounds like it could be. You’d think I’d know this, being a history teach and all.

Persepolis Relief Medes and Persians

Students think being a teacher is fun because you can make the rules. Being a teacher is extremely enjoyable, but enforcing the rules isn’t always fun, like when a top student completes the wrong assignment or fails to completely follow the directions. I suppose that’s what discourages me sometimes: as a teacher I provide direction, but if my students cannot follow simple written directions, does this reflect badly on them or on me? Who is to blame in this scenario?

I suppose reading comprehension must enter the equation somewhere, and if teachers are being honest, we’d have to admit that most students don’t read as much as they should. Thankfully, that’s beginning to change with the recent surge in YA Literature.

Banned Books Poster 2015YA Literature – a definite misnomer if there ever was one. It’s very label implies it shouldn’t be taken seriously or that adults shouldn’t enjoy it. Hogwash. There’s excellent YA Literature and there’s trash Adult Literature because – shocker – it’s all literature. Let’s forget the labels and focus on a well-written story, shall we?

Now’s a perfect time to start a new reading habit, what with Banned Books Week starting in a week or so. I’m already working on some special posts, so stay tuned. You may even get to hear me read from some of my favorite banned/challenged books!

 

So, what’s new with you?


 

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Old Songs

Stille Nacht Antique Music

They say marriages fall apart over three things: religion, money, and (un)faithfulness.

However, no one talks about the radio.

Let me assure you, while Krystal and I have no plans to divorce, the radio has been a source of tension for years.

We’ll be driving down the road and she’ll reach over and change the station, claiming “this music is too old.”

In fairness, some the music is, in fact, old.

No one would deny that “A Vesta was from Latmos Hill Descending” or the Kryrie Eleison from the Pope Marcellus Mass are old.

Even some jazz is old.

On a related note, I was saddened to hear of Tom Mallison’s passing. Many knew him better as Tom the Jazzman from his Public Radio show “An Evening with Tom the Jazzman.” I first heard his show many years ago on WJFF out of Jeffersonville, NY and later lived miles from his some station of WTEB New Bern, NC.

Anyway. What classifies as “too old” for music?

100 years?

50 years?

10 years?

1 year?

And, perhaps even more importantly, does music’s age influence its enjoyability?

I appear to have asked more questions than I’ve answered.

Ah well; such is the nature of things.

 


 

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Monday Morning Grievance: Limp Bacon

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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Limp bacon is disgusting, hardly worthy of even being called bacon. I’d even prefer the pseudo-bacon of “Canadian Bacon” over a piece of flabby, flaccidly limp bacon. Bacon is meant to be fried, along with eggs, chicken, green tomatoes, potatoes, and Twinkies. None of these should be soggy post-fry; indeed, they should be nice and crispy – and bacon is no exception. When bacon is not crisp and crunchy, one has the culinary experience of chewing on a piece of warm fat. Maybe that’s your thing, and that’s OK – but don’t you ever dare call that monstrosity bacon. Such things will never be bacon and I question your sanity if you find eating unadulterated fat appealing. Look, I know fat is a necessary ingredient, but when’s the last time you ate a spoonful of lard just because you wanted to? If you have done that recently – first, don’t answer the question and second, gross. Anyway, bacon makes almost everything taste better, but limp bacon destroys lives. So get out our pan, invest in a bacon press, and fry it good. Remember:

Friends Don’t Let Friends Eat Limp Bacon

 


 

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Sunday Snapshots

The week was busy; you’d think I’d enjoy having some time off right at the beginning of a school year (several of my classes were cancelled due to fields trips), but reality dictates that deviations from routine must result in tiredness. Such is life.

So, what did I do this week?

I wrote lesson plans, prepared projects, caught up on grading, and found some time to read. I also wrote a more student-friendly adaptation of “The Story of the Flood” from The Epic of Gilgamesh.

One of my coworkers brought in a cheesecake for her birthday. She didn’t want us to know ahead of time (at least, I didn’t know), yet she brought in food to celebrate. It went well with this Dunkin Coffee the same teacher gave me for helping her with our upcoming Veteran’s Day program.

Friday marked the 14th anniversary of 9/11. I remember where I was at 8:46 that day – I was at the dentist, just as I was for the Oklahoma City bombing, the attack on the USS Cole, the Atlanta Olympic bombing, and at least one other tragedy I’m forgetting. For the first time, none of my students were alive on 9/11/01; does this officially make me “old”? I imagine this is how others remembered Pearl Harbor or the Kennedy assassination. I was responsible for placing the flag at half-mast fourteen years ago. Today, I did so again.

This weekend I began working with K and my cousins on a webshow (coming October 2015). Here are some of the promotional materials we developed:

Nerdeek Portrait

Nerdeek Panorama

Check out our website-in-progress and tell your friends!

On some of my downtime I surfed the net and messed around with Siri. Here’s two notable things I found:

 


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Monday Morning Grievance: Non-Words

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

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Yes, I have a long weekend. Yes, I’m still up early. No, I’m not going in to my office – even though I could get some things done . . . well, probably. Google Drive helps me work from home; all I have to do is make sure the files and are compatible . . . and that I actually upload my work to my drive before leaving for the school. I certainly can’t blame Google for that particular failing, now can I?

I wouldn’t say that nothing annoyed me this week; rather, nothing annoyed me to the point that I wrote it down as a possible Monday Morning Grievance. So, it’s back to those first posts – you know, the ones where I simply listed five things without any explanation. Believe it or not, my very first grievance was about drivers who don’t use turn signals, which I just so happened to write about two weeks ago. So, that brings me to

WORDS THAT AREN’T REALLY WORDS

I’m not talking about words that are simply mispronounced or misused, although they are indeed annoying. I’m talking about words that are just plain wrong. Among the many words lying in the gutter, robbed of any meaning by ignorant hoodlums, lies sandwich.

Really, when was the last time you heard this word pronounced correctly by someone other than an English teacher or other lover of grammar?

To many, this word is pronounced “samwich” or – the greatest atrocity of all – “sammich”.

There is no such thing as a “sammich”.

It’s really not that difficult:

Say sand.

Say which.

Now put them together . . .

NO! NOT “SAMWICH”!

AND NOT “SAMMICH”, EITHER!

Sand-which

Sand-which

Sandwich

*sigh*

You Keep Using That Word

 


 

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