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Anyone want to go see Up in 3D tomorrow? If I don't get takers from this list I may be forced to hit up my Weight Watcher's meeting.
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Obama might be a bit non-commital about marriage, but look!
It'll probably still be a while before they're teaching about us in K-12, but hey, I didn't expect we'd even get this. For the moment, it makes me feel like a recognized and legitimate member of society, and it seems like someday that feeling will last longer.
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| Subject: | For once, a nice present from my subconscious. |
| Time: | 4:33 pm. |
| Mood: |  peaceful. |
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It was the future. At least a decade into it, maybe more. We lived in a huge, rambling, old, beautiful house. Practically all the walls--every room that wasn't unfriendly to paper, most hallways--were lined with books. We had two brilliant, beautiful children (okay so the boy looked like Harry Potter; what do you want from me?), all kinds of art furniture that someone in the family had made, good times. Jens was a prominent physicist and gushing over the new particle accelerator at his lab. We had a pet orca in a big tank. The giant earthworms in the basement were a little unruly, but pretty awesome nonetheless.
I'm done with student teaching. My thesis is coming along nicely. Things are looking up.
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Today I had about eight students who needed Google Earth to find England.
England!
And they weren't embarassed! They didn't care! I don't want them to be cave men. Why do they want to be?
When the ignorant masses plunge us all into a dark age, don't come crying to me.
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Saturday, April 18th, 2009
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On Wednesday I learned that nobody bothers to make anything between "ugly, 100% polyester" and "fine European 95% wool crepe blend." My pants are made of awesome and the dent in my checking account was so worth it. I feel equipped to dazzle in an interview.
So I looked fabulous for the Washington Education Job Fair on Thursday, which had many school districts in the state and a good handful from out of state (they pay well in Alaska, I hear). I had several longer conversations, including a "Surprise! My Spanish is better than yours!" talk with the ELL specialist from Highline district. I feel like it was productive. Now I just need the districts to actually have positions open.
In formatting my thesis, I'm discovering that (a) my ADD brain loves strict formatting because I don't have to try to organize my own slippery, squirming thoughts and (b) I'm farther along than I thought.
I think I might actually make it at this professional grown-up thing.
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I have done it. I have taken useless pieces of culture and sub-culture and made something.....new. Something....alive!
Students making LOLcats, or, en español, "gatorisas," is language development!
Present progressive? Estoy en tu casa, comiendo tu pizza.
Reflexive? El gato de la higiene se cepilla los dientes.
 Stem-changing? El gato feliz pide la hamburguesa con queso.
Noun-adjective agreement? La bicicleta invisible.
Yes. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees.........
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Sunday, January 25th, 2009
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I had a techno-thought, and I'm proud of myself because usually I'm just consuming tech rather than developing. Of course it's food-centered.
The base of the idea is that some restaurants have rotating menu items, and while a lot of them are fixed (clam chowder is always on Monday, for example),some are on a as-available basis. Some customers really enjoy those certain menu items. Sure, they could call the restaurant to see if they had it that day, but as we all know the tidal forces of convenience catch up most things in their paths.
I was thinking the restaurant could have a Twitter list of self-selected customers' cell phones that would make updates on specials and menu items and whatnot. So that my favorite diner would text me when they were serving their platonic ideal of beef-vegetable soup and I could go on in and make them more money than if I'd had to have thought of calling them to ask.
They could do it, or they could subscribe to a service that would Twitter their customers. Does anyone do this?
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Saturday, January 17th, 2009
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I/Bion (sometimes we were separate people, sometimes we were one person) were searching through time for our True Love. We visited many times and locales, and couldn't find her. Then I realized that she was probably that girl we shot back in 1770's Philadelphia--the one attacking Ben Franklin. So we went back there a second time and cleared up the situation (it was really all a terrible misunderstanding ) and discovered that it was Roslyn all along. You remember her, right? Romeo's first chickie-poo, though I'm not sure what she was doing hanging out with the Framers rather than sitting in fair Verona. *shrug* Well, all's well that ends well, and we lived Happily Ever After.
The End.
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Sunday, January 4th, 2009
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| Time: | 8:46 am. |
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I'm about to hit a career milestone, and I'm still in training. Today I'm going to go and buy some whiteboards for my Spanish class, i.e., spend my own money on classroom materials.
I learned that Dollar Tree offers online bulk shopping. It has special sections for classroom supplies. ARG! Of course it does. Of course there NEEDS to be a cheap, bulk goods store that caters to teachers, because the schools can't allocate enough money for such things.
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
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Thursday, July 24th, 2008
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Wednesday, June 18th, 2008
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I am a nice person. I put up with a teenager calling me "Ross-lover" for almost a week before I had his ass suspended. But I did go to the dean, which means that while I am a nice person, I do have my limits. Biatch.
This journal is now friends only. Send me an LJ message if you'd like me to friend you.
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A while back I went to Phoriday and was seated next to a friend of a friend, whose name I now forget. He noticed me flipping through my Weight Watchers reference book and asked me a number of mildly invasive questions. One of them was,
"Why are you on Weight Watchers?" which was, I could tell, a leading question designed to give him an opening to tell me,
"You don't need Weight Watchers."
Sensing this, I forestalled it by saying something about joints and back problems and doctors. This way, I figured, I would have a "legitimate" reason for weight loss and would not be bothered by him telling me how I'm not fat. He seemed to accept this, and began talking about some of his own health problems.
The episode bothered me, but I was just chalking it up to being annoyed that a virtual stranger was talking with me about something personal. That is the problem, but it's also got gender issues all over it, which I only recently figured out.
Friends: How do you feel about friends telling you "you're not fat"? Good? Bad? Only in certain situations?
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Intro:
1) I'm taking about socialization here, i.e., social mandates from the culture as a whole. Individuals often overcome their social programming, deliberately change it, or add their own programs.
2) I have a couple empirical sources on male socialization, and a lot of secondhand information. With this small sample size, I am open to input.
3) For the purposes of this mini-project, I'm talking about heterosexual relationships. I know that gender-specific socialization is still present in homosexual relationships, but it's at its most pronounced in hetero relationships.
4) Think about it: if men and women are socialized in two separate ways, and these ways are inherently going to conflict with one another, then our culture is setting us all up for hetero relationship failure, or at least relationship misery.
Thoughts?
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| Time: | 8:40 am. |
| Mood: |  sleepy. |
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I'm looking into visiting a sleep lab in hopes that I won't be this chronically sleepy for the rest of my life. After discovering that insomnia has a wider definition than I previously thought (it includes poor-quality sleep as well as not enough) , one website had this cheerful bit of information:
"Certain conditions seem to make individuals more likely to experience insomnia. Examples of these
conditions include:
- advanced age (insomnia occurs more frequently in those over age 60)
- female gender
- a history of depression"
I totally am going to be sleepy the rest of my life.
:(
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Thursday, February 7th, 2008
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You are Strength
Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.
This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion's mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one's personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
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Thursday, January 24th, 2008
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Tuesday was kind of crappy, but it could have been a lot worse. Tuesday was the day that that:
1) Bion did NOT have to pay his traffic ticket (the case was dismissed on account of officer absence);
2) I did NOT miss more than 20 minutes of class; and
3) I did NOT swallow the piece of broken glass I found in my Mexican food.
It was quite vindicating that both the waitress and the manager were as horrified as I was. Also, apparently broken glass is worth $7.33, which is the discount they gave us.
TODAY I have finished (finally, after hacking at the damn thing all yesterday afternoon and evening) my Statement of Goals for PLU, which means I've finished my entire application. I will mail it and never see it again! And they will call me, and say, "WOW UR SO COOL, PLZ ACCEPT R INVITATION TO STUDY HERE!!@!!!11" And life will be good.
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Wednesday, December 5th, 2007
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Yesterday one of my students at Knowledge Points (the fifth grader) told me that she was afraid to go into a particular corner of the classroom by herself. Why? Because she's summoned the ghost of Edgar Allen Poe to haunt the prize bin to keep thieving children away.
I think that would be pretty effective, really. Poe was a pretty spooky guy. I'd stay away if I thought he was haunting someplace.
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Tuesday, November 13th, 2007
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Have finally learned the hard way that the particular way I was holding the knife and the squash was, well, stupid. I have four stitches and a sausage-sized finger bandage to show for it. And a lump in my shoulder from the tetanus shot. And some Vicodin, though I haven't yet gotten to experience that while awake.
In less bloody news, Bion and I went to a (the?) lesbian bar Saturday night. I will never be a bar person, but I gotta say that the new non-smoking law really made it a much more pleasant experience than other bars I remember.
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Saturday, October 27th, 2007
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I feel sad this morning, though I can't figure out why. Maybe it's the idea of leaving Kent in May; maybe it's the dream I had, or the book I read. It could even be a sort of psychological post-partum depression: now that I've completed a significant goal, I feel down because...I'm not sure, exactly. I just always seem to be happier when I'm striving for something. When I move with purpose.
Yeah, that's why. I feel better already thinking of the other goals I'm currently working towards.
( I'm offically a teacher now! )
In other news, I'm still enjoying the middle-school tutoring gig, still frolicking in nerdly glee through my history of the Spanish language class, and learning interesting things about literacy. For example, I never thought about rhyming as an ability that has to be taught, but it is. There are children, and subliterate adults, who can't do it. You say, "What rhymes with 'log'?" and they can't tell you.
In other other news: bento is tasty. Yum.
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accomplished.
thoughtful.