Month: September 2005

  • So far Eagle Academy appears to be working out pretty well for Dmitry,
    at least academically.  The kids receive "packs" for each subject,
    which are multipage sets of questions (multiple choice,
    fill-in-the-blank, etc.) covering a limited amount of
    information.  Once they have one pack completed, they take a test
    over it; if they pass the test they move on to the next pack.

    The kids study manageable chunks of information rather than whole
    chapters at a time, hoping to remember whatever the teacher decides to
    include on the test.  Let's face it, most of the students are at
    Eagle Academy because they have a hard time digesting large amounts of
    information at once, such as traditional middle and high schools
    require.

    A graduate from Eagle Academy isn't going to get accepted to Harvard no matter how well they score on the TAKS test, but by jingo, they'll have the basic knowledge one hopes a high school graduate possesses.

    [sighing]  And
    when it comes to Dmitry, that works for us.  He's not a born
    scholar, and there's no point trying to force him to act like one,
    which ISTM most schools do.  I was what could charitably be called
    an indifferent student myself, and it still gripes me to think of all
    the wasted years spent boning up on subjects I didn't care diddly squat
    about then, and don't now.  Can't recall 98% of the stuff; I
    mostly remembered it just long enough to answer the questions on an
    exam, then happily never bothered my head about it ever again.

    If there's a point to why we do this to each other, it's escaping me.

    I wonder if countries like Russia don't have a better way, since
    students take exams when they're 14, and what type of schooling they
    receive after that is determined by their scores.  If they do
    well, they continue to a school with the assumption they'll go to
    university later.  If they don't, they (I think I'm correct on
    this, but could be wrong) can either stop right there or attend a
    school with a limited curriculum.

    Our education philosophy forces all children into the same mold, never
    mind what their interests are, or what they're actually likely to wind
    up doing

  • And for the thousands of Floridians who read my blog (HA!), here's a
    Pirate Festival in y'all's neck o' the woods, you lucky scalawags,
    you:  Florida Pirate Festival

    I'd go if I could. 

    In the interim, I'll settle for being called by my pirate name: 
    Calico Anne Flint (Often indecisive, you can't even choose a favorite
    color. You're apt to
    follow wherever the wind blows you, just like Calico Jack Rackham, your
    namesake. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like
    flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky.)

    Arrrr! 

    Go here to discover your pirate name. 

  • Thanks to Middleageguy's blog, an Important Event will not pass us by unnoticed!

    Mark your calendars NOW for the annual Talk Like A Pirate Day on September 19th.

    Was telling Dmitry about it a couple of days ago and I don't think he
    believed me.  Obviously he hasn't lived in the good ol' US of A near long enough. 

    Hmmmm....I've got an eyepatch around here someplace....

  • Why call it "chili"?  It's a constant astonishment to me, how
    we'll take something and twist it all out of recognition, all the while
    stubbornly insisting we haven't actually messed with the original
    definition.

    I get the Allrecipes.com newsletter and in today's edition about chili,
    there is one dubbed "Casablanca Chili", the ingredient list for which
    boasts:  lime juice, mango chutney, chickpeas, raisins, ham, and .
    . . I can hardly bring myself to type this . . . peanut butter.

    PEANUT BUTTER?

    In chili?

    This recipe bears as much resemblance to peanut butter cookies as it does chili. 

  • Yesterday I was meeting with the English/ESL teacher (the LPAC, don't
    you know) and she mentioned the other students' fondness for asking
    Dmitry to say "Funkytown."

    Funkytown?

    Why Funkytown, I asked?

    Because that's the nickname of Fort Worth, came the response, and presumably with his Russian accent, it sounds, well, funky.

    You know, I recall Charles mentioning something about that several
    months ago....that Fort Worth is ofttimes referred to (online, anyway)
    as "Funkytown."  Okay, that's just weird, is all.  If there
    is one city on the face of the planet that is not now, nor has it ever been, "funky", it's Fort Worth.  We don't do the funky thang.  Trust me on this. 

  • This week has brought the enormous pleasure of having sweet Margaret
    come twice to visit as Elaine had Things To Do and Places To Be. 

    Max was wearing the cap when I picked him up a couple of weeks ago, and
    he left it behind.  Margaret has taken to it with
    enthusiasm. 

  • Tell you what, how anyone ever makes money in the Fort Worth-Dallas area beats me.

    We're basically a bunch of cheapskates, frankly.  Now Mervyn's is saying "To heck with it."

    I remember when I briefly owned a flooring company here....one of the
    vendor reps told me (AFTER I bought the business, naturally) this area
    is the most difficult and least profitable for carpet, second only to
    the Dalton, Georgia region.  It's also the second largest market
    for seconds and overruns.

    As I said, we're a cheap bunch. 

  • Finally got a photo of the Guatemalan poppet for whom Don's brother,
    Joe, and his wife, Helen, are anxiously waiting!  Tah
    dah....introducing Miss Katie Elena Soon-to-be-Ivy:

    She was born on March 23, so she's only about 5 1/2 months old. 
    Isn't she cute as a button?  Those dark brown eyes! 

  • Just in case anyone is interested, here's a link to a 30 second video of MAXIMum Impact playing Dmitry's guitar:  http://webpages.charter.net/theclingingvine/MaximMusic2.wmv

    I finally installed my copy of Adobe Premiere Elements, can you tell? 

  • Wanna see what a professional pianist's kittens look like?

    They're clearly a cut above the average feline, and well aware of their exalted status, too.