..that I could be more excited about my job.
And tonight I started to look at the resources recommended to me by the akt2 staff.
And now I’m more excited.
Really, really really WAY more.
..that I could be more excited about my job.
And tonight I started to look at the resources recommended to me by the akt2 staff.
And now I’m more excited.
Really, really really WAY more.
So we all sit down one day and Oh hey, one of us got this crazy idea: lets make a model of the universe! And for now we’ll keep it simple, stick with just our galaxy and the Horsehead Nebula. Good? Good.
Here’s how it goes down. We make little models of the planets, all to scale, perfect scale, and we lay them out on a round table. How big were the planets? We used perfect scale…the sun, you can hardly see it, but we managed, made it happen. The sun is 0.015mm. Tiny bright yellow speck in the middle of the table. The planets? It was tough, but we made it happen, nicely painted and all. It was kinda tough to see ’em on the table, and what we presume to be far-larger-than-scale solar winds (it’s warm outside, so the ‘close the window’ idea got veto’ed quicker than a tea party filibusterer pork barrel bill*) kept blowing our planets all askew. So we glued them down and made labels. Easy.
And the horsehead nebula?
The horsehead nebula, in our model universe scaled to fit the solar system–home–on the top of a table, is properly located halfway between the earth and the moon. Nothing some good amateur rocketry couldn’t handle. Oh yeah! Almost forgot to mention, the model of the old horsehead, that was the hardest part. Little bit bigger than twice the size of Seattle.
*I proudly know next to nothing about politics.
From whence it came, to
where it goes, all mystery.
Goodbye, you fun trend.
(Ok, back to regular posts now. At least…for now :)
(this trend has almost gone to far. but not yet friend, not yet. the finale is coming)
Once I came upon a poem (by Robert Frost) less read. And another, too.
The Door in The Dark
In going from room to room in the dark
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don’t pair anymore
With what they used to pair with before.
A Question
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
(…and the trend keeps going.)
Trend? Trend.
I never post cool car pictures. And by never, I mean once. And that one time it wasn’t a for-real ‘cool car’ post, rather a wacky van (http://wp.me/p14q4r-146).
Two years and three months and three weeks and two hundred and twenty eight posts with no cool cars? Yes. And now, today, check this out:
Add together some things from this week:
+The look on my adorable Samoan kids’ faces when they find out I play rugby.
+One of my coworkers intercepting a note, which said ‘the man teacher has big boobs.’ My coworker, of course, being said man teacher. I laughed about as much as I felt bad, and I felt really, really really bad for him.
+Being observed by an amazing teacher and finding out that everything I thought I did well, I didn’t.
+Connecting with the class brat.
+Successfully planning and running a lesson.
+Smiles
+Tears
And what do you get? I have no idea.
Below this and the picture are some select parts of a post by Tom Engelhardt about memorial day. Scroll down and look at the list of towns. Those are the hometowns of the soldiers who’ve died this May while on duty in Afghanistan. There are twenty two towns, each recently struck by war’s curse: the death of a loved one. Year by year the wounds heal, but the scars are forever.
It’s Memorial Day and there’s a scarred town on my heart: Bellevue, Washington.
Thank you so much, Joe. We miss you :’-(
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May is the official month of remembrance when it comes to our war dead, ending as it does on the long Memorial Day weekend when Americans typically take to the road and kill themselves and each other in far greater numbers than will die in Afghanistan. It’s a weekend for which the police tend to predict rising fatalities and news reports tend to celebrate any declines in deaths on our roads and highways.
Quiz Americans and a surprising number undoubtedly won’t have thought about the “memorial” in Memorial Day at all — especially now that it’s largely a marker of the start of summer and an excuse for cookouts.
[…]
Count on one thing: there will be no Afghan version of Maya Lin, no Afghan Wall on the National Mall. Unlike the Vietnam conflict, tens of thousands of books won’t be pouring out for decades to come arguing passionately about the conflict. There may not even be a “who lost Afghanistan” debate in its aftermath.
Few Afghan veterans are likely to return from the war to infuse with new energy an antiwar movement that remains small indeed, nor will they worry about being “spit upon.” There will be little controversy. They — their traumas and their wounds — will, like so many bureaucratic notices, disappear into the American ether, leaving behind only an emptiness and misery, here and in Afghanistan, as perhaps befits a bankrupting, never-ending imperial war on the global frontiers.
[…]
Afghanistan has often enough been called “the graveyard of empires.” Americans have made it a habit to whistle past that graveyard, looking the other way — a form of obliviousness much aided by the fact that the American war dead conveniently come from the less well known or forgotten places in our country. They are so much easier to ignore thanks to that.
Except in their hometowns, how easy the war dead are to forget in an era when corporations go to war but Americans largely don’t. So far, 1,980 American military personnel (and significant but largely unacknowledged numbers of private contractors) have died in Afghanistan, as have 1,028 NATO and allied troops, and (despite U.N. efforts to count them) unknown but staggering numbers of Afghans.
Spencerport, New York
Wichita, Kansas
Warren, Arkansas
West Chester, Ohio
Alameda, California
Charlotte, North Carolina
Stow, Ohio
Clarksville, Tennessee
Chico, California
Jeffersonville, Kentucky
Yuma, Arizona
Normangee, Texas
Round Rock, Texas
Rolla, Missouri
Lucerne Valley, California
Las Cruses, New Mexico
Fort Wayne, Indiana
Overland Park, Kansas
Wheaton, Illinois
Lawton, Oklahoma
Prince George, Virginia
Terre Haute, Indiana.
As long as the hometowns pile up, no one should rest in peace.
Kids sent to the office: more than I remember (4? 5? something like that)
Kids who threw me completely off by standing up and announcing a decision to voluntarily go to the office: 2
Best thing I had to say: “LUCAS! Put your tooth BACK in your pocket!”
Quote of the week:
“A girl’s gotta have standards, even with chicken wire, a girl’s gotta have standards.”
Little Diomede Island. The village is named Diomede and I have the privilege, the million dollar job: I am Diomede’s next 7-12 math and science teacher.
‘Excited?’ No. That word doesn’t really work; here, this works better: I’m kinda excited like the horsehead nebula is kinda big.
Reference: here’s the horsehead nebula:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horsehead_Nebula
Yeah. Like that.
:D
A little glimpse of how teaching works.
Thanks to the AKT2 Staff for the great (insert: hard. time consuming. effective learning. grumblegrumble.) assignment and to Randall Munroe for inspiration (insert: plagiary worth comics. flattery!)
PS:
Ready for the meta? Here it is: a second deepest apology to Darby Conley’s apology to Robert Frost. You caught that? You are my hero, I will buy you a cup of coffee :)