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laurel compiles a good list of useful links here: http://laurel.livejournal.com/902458.html?mode=replyAug. 2nd, 2007
laurel compiles a good list of useful links here: http://laurel.livejournal.com/902458.html?mode=reply
Free Will Astrology
Aug. 2nd, 2007 10:48 amTo what extent are we not up to date on this shit? I mean, really!
LIBRAI'd love to see you call your own bluff and blow your own cover. I'm hoping you'll stop hiding your assets and keeping so many secrets. And I really, really wish you would come out of the closet not just about your unique gender identity, but also about the other idiosyncratic twists and turns that make you who you are. Please stop being afraid of revealing your beauty, Libra -- even the work-in-progress aspects of your beauty. It's time to close the gap between the real you and the images people have of you.
today's goals
Aug. 2nd, 2007 12:43 pmAside from cleaning the three corners of the living room and the packing that Patty is doing now:
- buy curtains/curtain rods
- buy a floor lamp
- buy a frame for "Caution, Spraying for Sewer Lizards Commences Tonight" sign for bathroom. No, really.
- buy curtains/curtain rods
- buy a floor lamp
- buy a frame for "Caution, Spraying for Sewer Lizards Commences Tonight" sign for bathroom. No, really.
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Aug. 2nd, 2007 02:01 pmvia kalichan
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/01/education/01education.html
This type of shit makes me spitting mad and is happening on all levels of education. A student who rarely attends class, misses examinations and hands in few homework assignments isn't "marginal". Marginal involves students who either never show up and do well, or diligent students with legitimate obstacles or unique situations that fall on the border. Certainly, no one should get 45 points for showing up to A SINGLE CLASS ALL SEMESTER.
High graduation rates are completely meaningless if they are not indicative of attainment.
College education for all is a meaningless goal if college is teaching people what they should have learnt in high school, or, dare I say it earlier.
I am a hardass and a half about education, despite the fact I was something of a fuckup at various points in school.
A BA used to mean something. It didn't mean enough when I got mine in 1994, and now it too often seems to mean little more than you paid money, did some marginal time and can handle comprehension of a story in The Daily News, which is, for the record, written at a third grade reading level -- sadly, I'd be happy if most college students could write that cogently. I have taught college senior journalism majors who could not properly use quotation marks or make sure their sentences generally contained both subjects and verbs.
This stuff INFURIATES me.
And don't even get me started on the view that arts education isn't necessary or useful, that kids from poorer backgrounds don't need or aren't capable of succeeding at foreign languages or other components of a traditional education, or that athletic education doesn't also have the capacity to enhance the mind. I think it's CRAP, and if I were less selfish or a day had forty hours in it, I would teach and fight the good fight of being the most hated teacher ever if it would make a damn difference. Sadly, I'd probably get fed the fuck up and take my ball and go home like the dude in the article too.
kalichanhttp://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/01/education/01education.html
This type of shit makes me spitting mad and is happening on all levels of education. A student who rarely attends class, misses examinations and hands in few homework assignments isn't "marginal". Marginal involves students who either never show up and do well, or diligent students with legitimate obstacles or unique situations that fall on the border. Certainly, no one should get 45 points for showing up to A SINGLE CLASS ALL SEMESTER.
High graduation rates are completely meaningless if they are not indicative of attainment.
College education for all is a meaningless goal if college is teaching people what they should have learnt in high school, or, dare I say it earlier.
I am a hardass and a half about education, despite the fact I was something of a fuckup at various points in school.
A BA used to mean something. It didn't mean enough when I got mine in 1994, and now it too often seems to mean little more than you paid money, did some marginal time and can handle comprehension of a story in The Daily News, which is, for the record, written at a third grade reading level -- sadly, I'd be happy if most college students could write that cogently. I have taught college senior journalism majors who could not properly use quotation marks or make sure their sentences generally contained both subjects and verbs.
This stuff INFURIATES me.
And don't even get me started on the view that arts education isn't necessary or useful, that kids from poorer backgrounds don't need or aren't capable of succeeding at foreign languages or other components of a traditional education, or that athletic education doesn't also have the capacity to enhance the mind. I think it's CRAP, and if I were less selfish or a day had forty hours in it, I would teach and fight the good fight of being the most hated teacher ever if it would make a damn difference. Sadly, I'd probably get fed the fuck up and take my ball and go home like the dude in the article too.
Tommy Makem
Aug. 2nd, 2007 02:42 pmRIP Tommy Makem.
I'm sad.
You see, I thought we were Irish until I was about nine, because we listened to the music so much at home, and when we went to Chicago when I was five, we saw the Chieftans in some divey Irish bar, and I danced and danced in that peculiar way that children (and I suppose the Irish) can be very grave about cheerful things. I remember my dress, and the stunning black-Irish gent with the cat-like face who bowed to me and taught me a bit of a jig.
And I remember seeing The Clancy Brothers tons of times with my parents, particularly a free concert, at night, at Lincoln Center, and I know I'm supposed to think it cheesy and a dreadful relic of the sixties when I look at those LP covers with the men with the neat hair, ridiculous smiles and damn cable-knit sweaters. I remember learning not to mention such things at school, and taking notes on the names of all the songs on WPLJ so I would know how much I was supposed to say I loved Duran Duran instead.
But this is what I grew up with. This is what I loved. And I still do.
I'm sad.
You see, I thought we were Irish until I was about nine, because we listened to the music so much at home, and when we went to Chicago when I was five, we saw the Chieftans in some divey Irish bar, and I danced and danced in that peculiar way that children (and I suppose the Irish) can be very grave about cheerful things. I remember my dress, and the stunning black-Irish gent with the cat-like face who bowed to me and taught me a bit of a jig.
And I remember seeing The Clancy Brothers tons of times with my parents, particularly a free concert, at night, at Lincoln Center, and I know I'm supposed to think it cheesy and a dreadful relic of the sixties when I look at those LP covers with the men with the neat hair, ridiculous smiles and damn cable-knit sweaters. I remember learning not to mention such things at school, and taking notes on the names of all the songs on WPLJ so I would know how much I was supposed to say I loved Duran Duran instead.
But this is what I grew up with. This is what I loved. And I still do.