tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73083142011-12-14T18:32:28.300-08:00Up the stream of consciousness without a paddle.Lord Floppingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06946455894230825118noreply@blogger.comBlogger6291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308314.post-88457396930850129452009-09-04T22:22:00.000-07:002009-09-04T23:14:47.164-07:00

Is President Obama's speech to America's children next week a sinister plot to brainwash them? Well, since they removed the assignment asking kids to write a letter about how they will help Obama, we can probably say no. Even if it's not a brainwash plot, should schools come to a stop while he commences to speechify? What about all those standards? Will Obama's talking points be on the

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No, I don't have swine flu yet. But that lady I work with has been gone for a couple of weeks now. I'm not sure what she's got.

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So a lady at work told me her daughter and granddaughter were being tested for swine flu. That was Wednesday.I didn't see her today. That's not definitive, but I'll usually see her about 75-80% of the time. Maybe she's sick too.I didn't think too much of it, until we all got an email from headquarters announcing that Swine flu is widespread in out county and in our school district. Within a half

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First things first: not all Democrats suffer from Bush Derangement Syndrome.I think I finally understand Bush Derangement Syndrome. And I think the psychosis that characterizes BDS may have been caused by a lack of sleep.Last night I lay awake with visions of the Fairness Doctrine dancing in my head. I spent some time wondering what was going to happen to my taxes. I wondered how many of my

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I don't always keep up with the pictures so well, but here are a few from a local farm. If you find yourself a bit southeast from Sacramento, wandering the back roads, you can pull over by the fence and look at some of the unusual animals. Or, if not unusual, at least the sorts of animals we don't usually think of as barnyard animals.First up, we have some cattle, plus a bit of an emu coming in

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It doesn't take much of a Google search to discover that Jesse Jackson has garnered a reputation as a shakedown artist of the highest order. Whether it's Anheuser Busch, or Toyota, or major telecom firms seeking mergers, Jackson finds a way to profit. His procedure is to threaten or initiate a boycott of a company, or threaten or initiate opposition to a proposed merger. When the companies in

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Every year, at the last faculty meeting, the head counselor gets up and gives teachers a lecture about grades. In our district, we have a policy that a student who does not get a comment saying "In danger of failing" on the mid-quarter progress report, cannot be given an "F" on the end of quarter report card. If a student does get an "F" without that warning comment, the student is free to

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Not many, really. I wasn't careful when I dropped out of the Republican party. I checked Independent, which in my silly brain meant I wasn't with any party. Then my sample ballot came, informing me that I'm registered with the American Independent party. So I could choose from three people I've never heard of. I was at a loss. I was at a crossroads. I asked myself, what would Jesus do?In that

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I kept looking for the Will Ferrell Budweiser commercial on all these lists of great Super Bowl ads. Then I tried to look on a big list of all the commercials that ran. Still no luck. I began to wonder if I had dreamed the ad. Then Google took me right to it:And here's a version that I didn't see, pretty much all different, and about three times as long.:I guess now it seems like everyone but me

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Usually, I end up seeing half a rainbow. One end comes down to the ground, and the other is faded out somewhere. Today was particularly well suited for rainbow viewing, one of the few positive byproducts of these California storms. I think this was also the first time I have seen two rainbows at once. The inner was the bright one, and the outer was more dim.Since I couldn't capture both ends of

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After leaving Susanville and Mount Shasta behind, we found ourselves tempted (well, I found myself tempted, and Miss Tori was kind enough to indulge me) by the Lava Beds National Monument:Lava Beds = Caves! Remember to cave softly and safely:We hadn't even made it to the ranger station. We weren't sure what was even around here, so when we saw this cave, I wanted to do a little exploring. What if

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I'm here at the Marriott, typing on a wireless keyboard, with the TV screen as a monitor. Disneyland. Kind of cool. Don't even need a laptop anymore. More when we get home.

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Most female mammals enter a period called estrus, in which they are most fertile. This is also referred to as going into heat. Makes the female want to "do it." I believe that's the technical term. However, human females don't seem to enter into such an obvious condition. It might be presumed that this is one of the advantages in being highly evolved. Maybe the modern woman has better things to

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Leaving Susanville on day two, we took State Highway 139 going north. We pulled over on the slopes of Antelope mountain to look back down the valley from whence we came. This is a little to the left: And a little to the right:That faint line running left to right is the road we were just on, minutes before. You may be able to make out the slow motorhome:Which means we have time for one more quick

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Moving on from Honey lake, we soon found ourselves in Susanville. It's a cute little town, with a cute little name. And some dude driving this hot rod mobile:We didn't quite find old town Susanville, but we did come across a couple of large paintings on the side of a building that seem to reproduce old photographs. The first shows Main and Lassen streets, in 1918:This one is Main and Gay streets,

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Instapundit notes here that a small, rather obscure film is going for the rather unsmall price of $118.94 on Amazon. How can this be?One possibility, from Wikipedia: As of May 2006, the DVD of The Last Days of Disco has been out of print for a couple of years (since 2000 or 2001), and is selling for $100 to $270 online.Ok, but then there's the fact that the first film in the trilogy, Metropolitan

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So we jettisoned the Oracular Tour Generator last time when it tried to direct us into a complete circle. Fortunately, we were far enough along the way to start winging it, so wing it we did. We breezed on past Reno, and decided to go north on Highway 395. Generally speaking, I suppose you could say it runs north-south along the Sierra Nevada mountains. I picture this stretch we're following as

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Well everything seems to have found it's place, and we're ready to begin. There are too many pics each day, so the days have been divided into more manageable segments. Today's segment sets up the trip and gets us near to Reno, Nevada.We called it the Magical Mystery Tour because Miss Tori and I frequently have problems deciding what exactly we want to do. Sure, we want to go on a trip for a few

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Well, it would have been, but who knew it would take two or three hours just to go through and cull the outtakes, make notes, retrace the route on a map, and research one fatality? At least it's been divided by day. Even then, it could be a little long. The four day trip had 41, 35, 53, and 81 pics respectively. I'll probably need to divide the days down into manageable segments. Still, we're a

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Many of us are familiar with the experience of an athlete or coach coming up and asking if there is any way that little Billy can raise his grade.Many of us may even be familiar with this happening with a student who was in our class in a prior year. Now that billy is a senior, he needs to make sure he has all C's for his NCAA paperwork.Some of you may even be at a school where you cannot be sure

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Check out the Carnival of the Insanities every Sunday for some fun, wacky, and just crazy stuff from all over the web. Enjoy some good links, and send some in yourself. You don't even have to limit yourself to Sundays, Dr. Sanity is there all week.

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The X-Men. You may know them as the superhero team whose greatest power is the power of allegory. You see, the X-Men symbolize the losers, the unwanted, the strange, the different, the minority.Every time someone calls an X-Man a mutie or a freak, we're reminded that people call gays freaks too. Every time some mutant whose only power is to change colors gets a beatdown from ignorant normals,

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Instapundit notes here that Jonathan Adler has written a review of Bjorn Lomborg's new book COOL IT: The Skeptical Environmentalist's Guide to Global Warming. The review can be found at National Review Online here.I happened to read another bit about this book, an excerpt in Discover Magazine. In it, Lomborg looks at the European heat wave of 2003, and the 35,000 deaths that spanned several

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Ok, sure. Like the rest of you freedom lovers, I was a bit bothered by the idea of government monitoring of internet usage. Of course, that is probably relatively minimal here in the US, but in a place like China, it may very well be relatively maximal, if I may coin a phrase.More disturbing was the idea that supposedly enlightened western companies would play a part in helping China to track

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No, no, no. Not that Boner. The other boner.The walrus boner up for auction in Beverly Hills. The thing sold for $8000. Follow the link to Boing Boing to see what a fossilized, 12,000 year old penis looks like.I don't have to follow the link. If I want to see a four and a half foot penis, all I have to do is look in my pants. Whoa! Giggity-giggity-giggity, allllll right!Actually, I pulled a Wrath

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Although, I'm not sure if this really qualifies as a sweet dream. First, the background. One of my must reads each day is Ace, over at Ace of Spades HQ. He's got a few guest bloggers chipping in from time to time, one of whom, Gabriel Malor, has been doing some really interesting posts lately. He adds some smarts to the place. Ace made a good call giving him a chance. One of the ways Ace gets

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All pictures are courtesy of a slideshow attached to this AP story about the Utah miners found at Yahoo News. The story was found at Yahoo News. The miners are still missing. Look, you should probably just skip this post.I don't always have the best of taste. Get out while you still can. At this point, you can't say I didn't warn you.A brief and very strange interview was held earlier with Utah

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I guess it's been sort of a busy time lately for me. We took some time to go on vacation, for which there may be some pics later. We traveled on the road of death.Huh. I just realized that this summer I've been on one of the deadliest beaches in California, and on one of the deadliest roads in California. Who knew I was death defying?We saw the Harry Potter movie. Brief review: While every Potter

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I've been trying lately to keep my eye out for examples of media bias. You know, the sort of media bias that goes in my favor. Or rather, that goes against me, so I can use it to show how unfairly maligned us poor conservatives are. You might imagine I was quite pleased to see this bit over at Instapundit on a poll about bias in the media:In the final poll of a series measuring perceptions of

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Yikes! I'm falling behind on my vacation blogging. I'm not even finished with the Guerneville posts (pt 1, pt 2, pt 3), and we've already gone on the Magical Mystery Tour 2007/Santa Cruz trips! So here we go on a whirlwind trip through the rest of Guerneville.These next several are on the deck of a restaurant. The deck faces sorta south, looking across the Russian river. These pictures begin

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Sometimes, you really do have to do something to appreciate something. Nobody really knows what it's like to be a firefighter, except firefighters. If you're not a surgeon, you can't really understand what it's like to cut someone open and put your hands inside another living person.The following may not fully click with you unless you are a teacher. It's a segment of a comment left by Mike, to

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I shaved my beard,and it feels weird.My chin is bare;there's nothing there.A little poetry for you. It does feel weird. The first thing I noticed was a nice nick that bled for a while. Apparently when you haven't shaved for a while, the skin gets all nice and tender. When you do shave, it's not always tough enough to resist the razor. I probably cut myself shaving once in this past year, but now

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Back on May 15, I noted a post by Alvaro Llosa about the situation France faces with new leadership in power. He made a comparison to Britain when the Thatcher government took control. The British discovered that it was a painful experience, making those changes, but that they had no desire to go back. The key bit (Llosa quoting Matthew Parris):But even at the low point of Thatcher's first term .

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If you don't, you might have to go to a second rate nursing home. The sort of place that hires caretakers who wrote notes like this to other kids when they were in school:Tew: ShoRty4, BOO BOOHey ShoRty. Wadd it DeW. Watcha been Up 2? Why Did Ya mamma bReaK UR fone? Why did u hav 2 go 2 theRapy. Well I was talking to my fRieND Angel He’s gonna go 2 juvy pRetty soon Cuz he stabbed DIS BoY with

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Let's have a little background. Other, who are much smarter than I am, have put forth an interesting notion elsewhere about the nature of dictatorships. In free western societies, we can be incredulous about how people can possibly be live under such conditions as are found in Iran or North Korea. Do they actually like living there? It seems impossible, so why do they put up with it?Of course,

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Two new tidbits from the district:A memo has been circulated. If you tell a friend about our district, and they get hired, you'll get a $300 finder's fee.Substitute pay is now $175 a day.Neither of these details says anything good about our district.Also not a sign of anything good:The district has no idea what these two facts imply about the way things are done in our district.

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Sure, you had Nena saying everyone was a Captain Kirk in 99 Red Balloons:You even had El Kirko himself doing a version of Rocketman:You and I both know that kind of stuff is all well and good, but come on. Nena just used it as a throwaway line, and Shatner was just being goofy. Couldn't anyone come up with a catchy, fun, song for the rocking Trekker in all of us? Someone could.Couldn't someone

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Alvaro Vargas Llosa has written an interesting article about what changes may await France and its new president, and whether or not France is ready for those changes. You'll find the article, "Has France Bottomed Out? Probably Not" at TCS Daily.Llosa does us the good deed of quoting Matthew Parris article from the Times of London. I shall do you the good deed of doing the same:I don't sniff in

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My name is Dreamz, and I'm a scumbag.Most people, when they think of dreams, they think of hopes, fantasies and positive ideas. I was proud to be part of that. I was proud to say that Dreamz was a name that stood for something. That Dreamz meant what he said. I could have kept a low profile after making that deliberate lie to Yao, promising him I would hold up my end of the bargain. What's that?

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So last time, I gave you a shot of the mouth of the Russian River and told you there was something strange about it. The strange thing about it is that the mouth is closed, as it were. Luckily, Jenner has some dental technicians who are prepared for just this sort of eventuality. There they are, making the magic happen:What are they doing? Well, they're digging a channel from the river to the

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We all know that blue state people feel that they are better than their inferior, rather pathetic, using-more-than-one-square-of-toilet-paper counterparts in the red states. Until now, these attitudes have been played out on the plane of human existence. Sadly, that is no longer the case.Assemblyman Lloyd Levine (Dem) 40th district is sponsoring a bill that would require all dogs and cats to be

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. . . the fact that you haven't is almost as disturbing as the story itself.And if you're not in Knoxville, you probably haven't heard this either.Here's a bit more from a Knoxville television station.All of this happened over a few days, beginning back on January 6th.At least you're well informed about Imus and some words he said that might have hurt some feelings. That's the important stuff you

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Last time, we looked at the California coast north of Jenner, enjoying some rocks, sand, and waves. However, that wasn't all there was to see. Take a careful look at this pic and see if you can find the hidden surprise:Come on, eagle eyes, you can do it. That's it, right there in the lower left corner. Here's a better look to give your peepers a rest. It's one of the charming facets of coastal

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And we ended up in a cute little town called Guerneville. It's very near the California coast on the Russian River, maybe seventy miles or so north of San Francisco. The whole area is riddled with rinky-dink one horse towns, treacherous, one-lane, winding roads, and, if you look closely, just the hint of Deliverance in the air back in the darker hollows.Having said all that, you still can't beat

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Miss Tori and I took a little mini vacation recently. We went north and west to the California coast in Sonoma county. Unlike the trip to the zoo, I actually charged the camera this time. Pics to come. Eventually.

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I admit, I may very well have mocked Sanjaya at first. And deep in my heart, I know that he's nowhere near the best singer on American Idol.And yet, once he reached that low point, that sort of hurt and sad place where you know you're a laughingstock, Sanjaya did the only thing I think you can do, short of killing yourself. I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but he turned his frown upside

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I saw a couple of brief commercials for the movie early in the promotional campaign. They were short. Or I wasn't paying close attention. Whatever the actual case, I didn't hear them talk. And I didn't see much. And I said to myself, "Self, if they play this right, this movie could kick major butt."How could they play it right? By being completely serious. By not playing to four year olds. Burps

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I'm telling you, it's the hair. He's man-pretty, and the girls keep voting for him. In some ways, it's sad, because I'm sure that after the last two weeks, he must be feeling a bit guilty. Someone who wasn't as self-aware would be excited about moving on, but Sanjaya knows he's moving on at the expense of better singers.What can he do, though? It's not about Randy, Paula and Simon anymore; it's

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Seriously, that's some supersperm right there.

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I may have heard a rumble or two. I may have even made a rumble or two myself. Then you hear things like get out while you still can because this place is doomed to self-destruct. Then I hear that, thanks to the blunderings of the administration, one person is leaving. The next day I hear that on the same night that this discussion took place in one family, it had also taken place in another

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If your bookmarks are too disjointed to guarantee finding something, stick it here. We'll see how it goes. If you're lucky, you might even see me there sometime.

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"Once I made a list of things that I liked and things that really bothered me and PRINTED IT OUT FOR HIM, things have been 100% better."Miss Tori pointed this out to me because once in a while I've complained about how men are portrayed as drooling imbeciles and women are portrayed as long-suffering geniuses in much of modern media today. She felt like this comment on a message board was a

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You may recall that I came into possession of the Guitar Hero II game over the holidays. One of the songs on the game is "Surrender" by Cheap Trick. Even playing the song on the game, I never paid much attention to the lyrics; I'm too busy trying to hit all the notes. The other day, Miss Tori asked me just what the heck the words were, and I didn't know what to tell her.This morning, I decided to

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Miss Tori just pointed this out to me, and it just sounds crazy. Question is, is it so crazy, it just might work?Breaking news: If you use birth control pills, ask your doctor about whether you should insert them vaginally. Some studies have shown that this method eases pain more effectively than when they are taken orally—and they still prevent pregnancy. This comes from the February 2007 issue

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Well, maybe not exactly a cult, but this funky group with the initials WW. What we learn in Weight Watchers is that we aren't on a diet, we're experiencing a lifestyle. It's a way of living, you see. I know, I know, I would have crapped all over this thing, said it sounded stupid and all that. I would have said that there's no way I could stick to this diet, errr, lifestyle. I would not be

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Sure it's old. And yeah, 12+ million have watched it before me, but just in case you haven't heard it, let's see if I can put it up here. A little classical music to class up the joint:

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Here's a report of increased performance when teachers got bonuses if students improved.Thanks to Joanne Jacobs.I honestly don't know what to think. Every bit of experience at my school tells me it is doomed, and yet things like this seem to be working elsewhere.

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It's not money. It's not lousy schools. It's what Mr. Lawrence writes about in this post.Can the general decline in education really be the fault of the students, and through them, their parents?Yes, it can.

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We went to see two movies recently. The Holiday was one Miss Tori had been looking forward to for a while. I don't know if I was dying to see it, but she wanted to see it and I like Jack Black, so what the heck. Plus, I wanted to see Rocky Balboa, and I thought seeing this might help persuade Miss Tori to go to that. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am very pleasantly surprised to say that

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Ahhhh. Just had a sip of coffee from one of the nice mugs Miss Lola got for us. Did I mention she's getting married in a few months? She'll be Miss Loto then. And the coffee was brewed in a nice new coffee maker that the Matron got for us. It's no Guitar Hero I or II, but still, a pretty good deal.Miss Tori and I made the move to our dream house this year. It's been quite a journey. We got

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Hope everyone had a good one. If you need me, I'll be busy playing Guitar Hero II, or watching Miss Tori play. The thing is addictive.

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At Inner City High, I must admit that most classrooms have an intercom that can be used to reach the office if necessary. Several don't, but most do. Of course, an indivudual teacher may use a personal cell phone to call the office. Heck, on a good day, someone might even answer. Apparently, with the help of some grant money, the district decided to do something about this problem. Unfortunately,

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The letter goes a little something like this:As I mentioned at the faculty meeting, we are seeing an alarming number of F grades. We are doing some things for the other grade levels, but for seniors we are going to have an assembly this Friday, December 15th. Only send students with the attached passes. Please do not tell them in advance what it is about.It's not exactly clear to me how bad the

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Every once in a while, the powers that be decide that it would be in your interests to take one class or another. I took one this past summer. It was pretty much a waste, but it gave me time to ponder things.I should mention that my boss ordered me to fill out an application form for this class back in April. I gave it to her so she could submit it to the district, which was enrolling people in

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So I've had some numbers of birthdays, between thirty and forty. Tell my why the birthday party for a 90 year old grandfather was more fun than any of mine, and perhaps even more fun than all of mine combined?More later, but for now, ponder this: You get to the aisle with all the cards. You get to the birthday section. You get to the special birthdays section. You see 16th, 21st, 50th, and so on,

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True conversation:Student One: Who's Abraham Lincoln?Student Two: He was the president who freed the slaves.Student Three: I thought that was Martin Luther King.Student Four, later, in another conversation: Wasn't it that black guy who freed the slaves?If Lincoln could see into the future and observe this discussion among high school students, he might have put a gun to his head and pulled the

Herr Professorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317867082503858848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308314.post-1165037983225406312006-12-01T21:36:00.000-08:002006-12-01T21:39:43.503-08:00

At Christmas my family will be with your family so you should go there and be all family-like together with them. Sing some Christmas carols and drink eggnog while you roast chestnuts on the fire. Or more likely... eat dinner at lunch time and open your $20 by the tree while Grandma bitches at your mom.Ah, family.

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I don't know who this anonymous science teacher is. I don't know anything about his school. Here's what Mr. Lawrence noticed with a glance at the grade book:This, however, really caught my attention: out of 23 students in the one scienceclass, fifteen were given "F"s. That means there were eight in the entire classthat actually were passing, and their grades ranged from "A" to "C."As I said, all

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Mr. Lawrence is always a good read. I get the feeling that he and I might not agree on a lot of things, but I also get the feeling that in education, he and I see eye to eye a lot of the time. He's just a lot nicer about it.I write about things like how schools are bad factories because the raw materials (students) aren't sufficient to produce the desired product, and even if you ship the raw

Herr Professorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04317867082503858848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308314.post-1163834050596117542006-11-17T23:01:00.000-08:002006-11-17T23:47:51.726-08:00

Well, I guess we could stand a bit of an update on the situation, but first, I guess I'd better try to figure out what new 4-door Jeep we're talking about here. Looking around the page, I think it might be this one. It's the only name I didn't recognize, and it seems to be somewhat reasonable. Thing is, my desire for some sort of Hummer is not reasonable. I don't need it, I want it. I don't do

Lord Floppingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06946455894230825118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308314.post-1163562706774234552006-11-14T19:13:00.000-08:002006-11-14T20:36:01.146-08:00

I like that riff on the old lawyer joke. Of course, when I first heard that six had been arrested, I said "Sixty more and you'd be off to a good start." The fact that this was greeted with a knowing smile by the other teachers tells you everything you need to know.It's not that the end of lunch today was typical. I mean, sure, every year, we have several days of big fights at lunch. Just in case,

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Let's see. Starting here, that's one. Laura W's post at Ace of Spades HQ, that's two. Then to Blog Idaho, that's three. And on to the Telegraph, where you'll find part one, I guess that's four, and part two, which we'll call five. Yep, even a nothing blog like this is within six degrees of a refutation of global warming.I'm no scientist, so I can't evaluate what he's saying. However, these two

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An on-target observation from Instapundit:I notice more and more people have multiple cars, a trend that's likely to expand as Americans get richer. Perhaps the notion of a one-size-fits-all car will become passe as a result.Hopefully 25% of an article is still considered fair use. But the things he writes are often so short, you almost can't help but use a lot, even if you're only using a little

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Another Carnival of the Cinema has come to town. It's every Friday over at Nehring the Edge. Enjoy his movie reviews the rest of the week, and other people's reviews on Fridays. Get your submissions in by Wednesday for each Friday edition. Send them all here.

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So we lost. Maybe not a total disaster, but certainly nothing to be happy about. All we can do is learn from this election and attempt to do a better job of getting our ideas out next time. However biased the media is against us, however they might slant things, it's our obligation to win elections. We can't blame them. I may have joked elsewhere about consulting a Democrat concerning how long to

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One of the mottos of this website is "Slow on the Uptake." As long as we're thinking about the Carnival of the Cinema, I might as well go ahead and make some sort of movie post, even though the cinema is on Fridays and today is Saturday. Well, now that I look at the clock, I guess it's actually Sunday, very early, but still. Plus, Miss Tori is busy trying to drink me under the table. She may be

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The Carival of the Cinema was recently brought into creation. If you like reading about movies, writing about movies, or even just killing time when you should be doing something else, head on over and give it a read. The Carnival of the Cinema is hosted over at Nehring the Edge, home of the hardest hitting short reviews since the Mayor of Munchkinland told Dorothy that her shoes clashed with her

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It's a line from WKRP in Cincinnatti, one of my favorite TV shows. Johnny Fever was fired from a big time station for saying "booger" on the air, and ended up at WKRP. The new station manager, Andy Travis, tells Johnny he can say it. It was one small step in trying to turn around the underperforming station. A much larger step, noted to assorted consultants and Mother Carlson, the station owner,

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I may have mentioned previously time that we were going to be moving. There may have been a tiny rant about Comcast, and how crappy they are. Maybe I’ll get to that later. For now, we’re on DSL. Took about three business days to get set up. Unlike the 24 days Comcast said they needed. I still hate them. I may have even said before that only the higher ups should be sent directly to hell. Well the

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So what's been happening anyway?

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So I may have mentioned that Miss Tori and I are blowing this popsicle stand for greener pastures. Everything has been great. So I call Comcast to arrange the big switchover. You know, you call the phone company, they flick a switch or two, and you're on. Call the electric, they flick a switch or two, and you're good to go. Water? It's all good. Garbage? No problem.Comcast? You're fucked. Sure,

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If you know who told that joke, without cheating, I salute you. If you can give me the next line then I double salute you!In the meantime, I keep hearing about how gas prices are going to sink Republicans at the polls come election time. On the other hand, even AOL has the story of dropping gas prices, and if AOL has it, then everybody must know by now:Is it hard to believe the low price when you

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The hermitage finally sold. Good old Floppington Manor is no more. While that's sad, it also means we're out of Miss Tori's apartment and off to our new home. Moving will be going on all this week and weekend. Most things are going ok.Unfortunately, Queenie does not take well to moving. She does not take well to being picked up. We pretty much have no choice but to get one of those humane traps,

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That's a little lingo from the kids. We're supposed to be connecting to their world, you see. You can't make the parents care about their kids' education. Or perhaps I should say you can't make the parents behave in ways that show they care about their kids' educations. You can't make the kids care about their educations.All that's left is tricking them by making every math problem deal with how

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If someone who knows about foods has any suggestions about how to cook a tri-tip if you don't have access to a BBQ, feel free to leave a comment. I may have heard a rumor about a long, slow-cooking method. Anyone heard of that? I'm hungry, so hurry!

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Little Sally has a problem getting to class on time. Herr Professor has talked with Sally's mom a couple of times about this problem. Sally gets sent to her counselor. Counselor asks Sally for a number so her teacher can talk to her mom about Sally's tardiness. Sally gets sent back to class with a paper containing a phone number and a message to call Sally's mom. This is not the number that Herr

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Lukas wins. If it wasn't Toby, I'm glad it was him. Maybe, at this point, listening to the fans is the smart way to go. Good luck guys!Check with Alan, Bill, and Philip (linked in the next post down) to see their final thoughts on Rockstar, and for all the other cool stuff they write for you. Thanks especially to Philip for getting me on this Rockstar review thing in the first place. Thanks to

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Well, we're down to the big night, and we've got some exciting things happening. People will be singing in some sort of order, and then people call in to vote. This is the part where I set up the post ahead of time, because I have to get to bed early for once. According to Philip (see webisode info link below), each of the remaininf four will sing their same original again, plus any one of the

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When kids registered for school this year, in that week before school started, they checked out English and Math books. Of course, with the sort of transitional populations you find at an inner city school, you can imagine that there are plenty of kids coming late (entering school during the first week or two). These kids did not get books.If you didn't teach one of these two subjects, you

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I remembered the other thing I wanted to complain about. Word has come down from the district that we will (aka must, aka are ordered to) produce 100% passage of the high school exit exam. Surely I can't be the only one to recognize the problem here. It can't just be me. Or can it? You be the judge.I was not a math major. I am not an expert in the field of statistics. Still, I can't help but feel

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The other day, the kids were talking, as kids often do at a melting pot school, about the complex subject of "what are you?" You will commonly hear that and other questions and answers:"What are you?""Are you mixed?""Are you Cambodian?""Are you Filipino?""I'm part Mexican and part black.""I'm black and Filipino.""I'm Filipino and Mexican."I can give you no good reason why, but I would feel

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So I had a whole long post devoted to this that got dumped by my retarded browser. This is why I'm going to hell, because if I had my kill button, and there was some person responsible, he would be dead now. I am so ticked.Magni sang with the band. It was an ok song. Didn't mind it. Toby got the encore, and some Honda car as well. Didn't mind that either, since I picked his as my favorite

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Well I enjoyed this night quite a bit I think. Plus, I put more effort than ever into scoring each person, so you can enjoy geeky averages and such. I gave a rating for covers, and a second rating for originals. Tonight's experience generally mirrored the other occasions in which the performers had chances to do original songs: most of the time, I enjoy the performance of an original song more

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No, I'm not going to get into what song I think is the stupidest rock song ever, at least not yet. You can get some of that in this Ron Coleman post at Dean's World, and also at Dean's World, a post by the man himself. Over at Faster Than The World, Michele and Turtle get in on it.Ron Coleman's choice is "The Boys Are Back In Town," Dean has chosen "Smoke On The Water," an Turtle picked "Godzilla

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So I came into possession of Civilization IV (just hook it to my vein!) recently, thanks to Miss Tori and a conveniently placed birthday. Even more conveniently, I just came into possession of a computer that could actually play it, so I'll see you guys after Rockstar. That is all.

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Not much changed this week. I emailed the principal to let him know a few things that needed attention. He thanked me the next day in the office. He said he didn't email me back since he knew my classroom is not on the internet like all but six other classes at school. That's ok though, since my class isn't hooked up to the intercom either. Well, they can still make their announcements at me

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Here's me, on August 15: She's certainly earned enough goodwill from me that I would vote for her just on the strength of her prior performances.Here's Gilby, on August 30: You've built up so much credit with us . . . (or words to that effect). Thanks for stopping by to read, Gilby. Actually, at that point, I was talking about Storm, and her credit with me is so bad that she needs to declare

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I should say that I enjoy hearing "new" songs, not just the same songs over and over, so I wasn't expecting much with a bunch of rerun songs. I ended up enjoying this episode a little more than I thought I would. Quick reactions this time because I'm borrowing Miss Tori's computer; mine's all German again. From the top:Lukas - "Lithium": The Supernova guys seem to love to lick his butt. I always

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You may recall that in part one, on July 30, I noted how I had written on July 15 to Richard Pombo, my local congressman, about border security. I received a form letter reponse almost instantly, and was advised that I would recieve a response related to my concerns soon. I was stirred up on July 30th by something I read at Club for Growth by Andrew Roth. It was a list of 19 amendments requiring

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It has not gone nearly as bad as could have been justifiably imagined based on past performance. Don't worry though, we still have thirty-five more weeks to blow the whole thing.Most annoying problem this week: the principal coming on with a ten minute announcement, during class, in front of students (obviously), that includes a reminder/chastisement to the teachers that everyone should be

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