Thursday, April 9, 2009

Blogs for Crabby English Teachers

Again, I have made no time for actual writing. Nevertheless, my now constant Twitter feed put me onto the "Blog" of "Unnecessary Quotation" Marks. Have a look while I go searching for blogs of inaccurate antecedents, illogical conclusions, sentence fragments and vague generalites.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Drive By Blogging--PR and Social Networking

Please accept my apologies, Dear Reader, for the quick hit. Teaching has sucked the extra time out of my day. In case there is any doubt, this is a good thing, though our little blog has suffered.

Writer Kay Liss and I did a presentation on PR for Maine Media Women last weekend. Kay gave the nuts and bolts and I provided some links and bytes, defending the proposition that virtually all PR is moving to the web. Low and behold, in case any of the MMW writers are lurking, here is an article supporting my notion.

As soon as it is up, I will link to the Lincoln County News article about the presentation.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Not Worried About Global Warming?

Talking with Terri Gross today, James Balog, a geologist and National Geographic photographer, said within 30 years the Indian subcontinent could be largely out of water, thanks to the disappearance of Himalayan glaciers. That's a couple billion really thirsty people.


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Here's how he knows:



Yikes!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

A Writer I Like Adds Fuel to the Mommy Wars < Sigh >


Hanna Rosin's work measuring American political and religious winds has interested me for years. Now she has written an article for the Atlantic wherein she all but says breastfeeding makes women insane, twice.

Of course she is smart and a good researcher so she makes an excellent argument for giving in to the pressures against breastfeeding. Trouble is she calls women who nurse their children crazy--well actually one time it is the La Leche League lady who says her group is a little crazy. In any case it makes me a little angry.

What surprised me is Rosin seems disinterested in reducing crazy-making barriers to breastfeeding--labor policies that make staying at home or pumping so challenging, family law with no "tender years" provisions in contested divorces--or calling out the bitchy, superior uber-lacto mammas for their ridiculous judgments, as opposed to the nursing itself.

Could we please get to the point where a nursing mother attracts less consternation than the average midriff baring, tramp-stamped teen, before we call an end to the campaign to make breastfeeding acceptable across U.S. social classes and settings.

Funny thing is when you get to the end of her article, Rosin, a nursing mom, acknowledges that nursing contact with a baby is unique and she will "probably miss it" when her baby is weaned.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Why I Teach: Part I


If you ever wonder why high school teachers suffer gladly the indignities doled out too often by adolescents, it is partly because we love our subjects and are evangelizing for learning, and partly because we know the adolescents will eventually grow up.

Here, from a former Lincoln Academy student, Donielle Wilson, now serving her second tour in Iraq, is an example of the latter. She responded in a facebook message after I asked her for an example of her day. Donielle, who most recently made her home in Thomaston and worked as a guard at the prison in Warren, is scheduled to be back in Maine in April.

Hmm… I presume you mean something a bit more descriptive so that you might be able to close your own eyes and envision yourself where I am. I’ll do my best to provide you with a sort of play by play of what my day looks like.

It’s 4:00 a.m. My alarm is going off but I am already awake. I am awake because for the last several months I have found it everything but easy to sleep. You might call me an insomniac. It might be the explosions that sound throughout the night, the helicopters that fly so low they shake the very bed I sleep in, I’ll leave that to your speculation. I’m tired but I’ve grown accustomed to this.

I wipe the sleep from eyes and inhale deeply. I smell dust from the storm yesterday, and through its thickness I smell coffee and it lifts me from my under my blankets. I pour myself a cup and drink it in silence as my two roommates lie sleeping. Before long and I am staring at the bottom of my mug. I relate to its emptiness.

I grab my hygiene bag and walk wearily to the bathroom. While brushing my teeth I look at my own face in the mirror. I am is hard to recognize. I see a change and wonder when exactly it occurred. The eyes looking back at me are not the same.

I walk back to my room. I put on the same uniform that I have worn every day for the past year. It is faded now and dirty. Every stain tells a story of its own, some I’d like to forget. I pull on my vest and all its contraptions. I clear my weapon and place it in the holster. My mission bag is heavy as I place it on my back, it weighs nearly as much as I do. My back is screaming for relief but I ignore it, there’s nothing I can do about it today. I take one last look in the mirror, a stranger’s face looks back as I fix my patrol cap.

I pass other soldiers on the way to my truck. It’s far too earlier for conversation and so we just nod at one another. Silent words are often understood better than those spoken. I load up my truck and head to the DFAC for chow and to grab a few things to snack on throughout the day. I return and attend my mission brief. I find out exactly what my task and purpose is for this particular day.

Then it’s time for the S-2 brief, all the current significant acts that have take place in the last 12 hours. The IED’s, suicide bombers, snipers, EFP’s, the soldiers that are no longer with us. It’s time to go now. I close my eyes and bow my head. Silently I pray. I ask God and my father to look after myself and my fellow soldiers today. That we may all come back safely.

We spend the next eight, ten, sometimes 14 hours out in sector. Anything can happen at any given moment. Some days it’s quiet and other days it’s almost too much to take. We fight demons other than the insurgents and terrorists themselves. We fight fatigue, stress, homesickness, frustration, anger, sadness and despair. We fight because no matter what happens we are soldiers. We have come this far. We have refused to quit. We have pushed our bodies further than we ever imagined possible, tested the power of our minds to the limit. We have experienced loss. That loss made us weak, but we are stronger now because of it. We have become a family and shall forever remain as such.

Lee, it is difficult for me to put into words the atrocities of this place. The weather as well as the enemy are temperamental. Each day is different and yet they seem to coagulate into a never ending story. I try not to focus on the amount of days that remain as it only makes it harder. Days here are long and yet the nights seems even longer. Those moments of supposed relaxation are almost as difficult. The times when your mind slows down and becomes idle. That is when you begin to process little by little everything you have seen, everything you have experienced and the people you have lost.

If there is anything I have learned, anything positive that I can take from this.. My message is: Life has been given to us. And as quickly as we attain it, it can be taken away, snuffed out like a candle, and the only thing that remains is the smoke. That smoke is what we leave behind. Do not focus on what you do not have in life, cherish the things you do have. Cherish the people in your life as they will not always be there. When you have a bad day and you feel like the ground is crumbling beneath your feet, remember that someone, somewhere has it far worse.

If you want to do something and you are able, do it. If it doesn’t work out the way you envisioned, at least you know. Do not spend your life wondering. Set aside the what ifs. Live for today because it is the only day that you know you have for sure. Forgive the wrong doings of others. We all make mistakes, but if we learn from them nothing is lost. Life is what we make it. We have been given life, let us not waste it for there are people no longer with us today that would give anything for a second chance.

I look forward to talking to you more when I get home. Tonight, much like every night, I am tired. I did not check for grammatical errors but I’m sure you will note them J Please keep in touch. You are as much of an influence in my life now as you were in high school and I value our friendship. Love,

~D.
xo

Thursday, March 5, 2009

LWB: Jon Stewart Skewers CNBC, Wall Street and AIG

LWB=LazyWoman Blogging. Expect more LWB as I am teaching English full time for at least the next two and half weeks.

As for this Daily Show video, watch it; send it; post it.





Saturday, February 28, 2009

Feeling a Little March Madness?

See how over the edge you really are in a few short minutes. Here are my frighteningly accurate results. This matches almost verbatim a fancy and expensive one I took several years ago.

Moderately willful. lol

Eysenck's Test Results
Extraversion (82%) high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.
Neuroticism (54%) medium which suggests you are moderately worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.
Psychoticism (50%) medium medium which suggests you are moderately self interested, willful, and difficult, while still respecting the well being of others.
Take Eysenck Personality Test (similar to EPQ-R)
personality tests by similarminds.com


Be sure to just jump into the test. Do NOT click on the "take the test" box. You are already in the test when you click the above link.

Also, if you read the explanations, a little psychoticism is actually not a bad thing. Really.

[edited for tact: 1000; only a card carrying extrovert would put this on the Intertubes in the first place. Hah!]

Friday, February 20, 2009

Lincoln Academy Group to Head to Greece

Sounds like a news story, yes? Well, I do not know when; I do not who whom, other than my former department head Patti Sims, is going; and I can only presume why they are going. I can tell you that LA is in Newcastle, Maine, is a "private school in the public interest" and has vigorous foreign language and educational travel programs. Off the top of my head I can think of teachers taking students on regular trips to Costa Rica, France and Spain.

Patti just e-mailed me for some help making the Greek trip's fund-raising dinner more fun. She wants participants to learn some Greek dances, so I went online to see if I could brush up my folk dance repertoire.

Misirlou--actually an Americanized Greek dance--in the wisdom of the Oracle Google, was the first thing to pop up with a YouTube video of the Surfaris playing their version of the tune. It long ago became a cliche surfer soundtrack. Did I mention I love all things surf-ish?

I could not resist posting it for other wannabe surfer-types.



Thursday, February 19, 2009

My Home State Lives to Fight Another Day


Well, nearly.

California's Assembly passed a budget after 45.5 hours of wrangling. The cost to the tax payer: open primaries. If you thought the governor's race was wild...

Did Reagan cast a spell on my fellow Native Suns? The tax-phobic--and I mean phobic in the sense that despite all rational arguments to the contrary, these people have never seen a tax they could tolerate--have sold the seventh largest economy in the world down the river ever since 1978 and Prop. 13.

My father was a teacher in the California school system for nearly 20 years, and my sister and I are beneficiaries of university and community college system. Schools there have not been the same since the early 80s. The selfishness makes me want to scream.

I wish Governor Baldacci had taken a trip or two to California before he tried to balance Maine's budget on the schools' backs.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Wonkette : Plunging Stock Markets Now Officially Terrifying

Wonkette's Ken Layne goes doomsday on us and manages to be funny at the same time. Visit Wonkette and laugh and cry with me. How does a 50 percent drop sound? Hang on to your flannel shirts.

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