Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Harry Potter Pt II Review
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tired
To Whom It May Concern,
I am applying for a job.
I know that might be obvious as you are reading this cover letter, but I am frankly bored by the whole process of applying for jobs. I continually revamp my cover letters and resumes, carefully tailoring them to every job I apply for and never get. Well, enough is enough. I WANT TO WORK ALREADY! Chances are you already know who you will hire and, if you are the type of person I do NOT want to work for, it will be someone you know from college. But, you had to post the position to be fair, or legal, or fairly legal. If that is the case, just stop reading now because I don't work for your kind. If you are honest, then read on please.
I am smart enough to know that there are at least 100 cover letters that are coming across your desk and you probably skim over the detailed descriptions of folks' past experiences.
I will make mine short and sweet: I went to college, I read a lot of books, I graduated, and I taught middle school for eight years. I am incredibly tech savvy and communicate well. I could run this country much less whatever job I am sending this letter to in hopes of gaining employment.
Why did I give up teaching? Because I have a child now and teaching sucks up a lot of one’s home time -- time that I would rather give to my child and husband. Sure, the opinion of a teacher’s work is rather low right now. Apparently I spent eight years baby-sitting and only working 5 hours a day for only 9 months of the year.
I wonder what happened to all those hours when I woke up at 5 a.m. to start grading papers or planning for some thrilling lesson. I wonder about all of those hours of professional development outside of school or during the summer, not to mention the time I spent after school tutoring students so that they could feel confident in who they are much less confident about math (which I taught for seven of those eight year). All those papers I took home to grade over Christmas vacation were gifts from my students (at least they were being thrifty).
I guess the 40+ hours I worked was only a fiction maintained in my head for eight years – which is odd because I never showed up for work intoxicated or high. Not once. Ever. Did I mention that I taught junior high? A little something something would have made it all much more bearable, but I chose to be competent rather than crude.
I have chased after rowdy kindergarteners during a cultural drumming exhibition (to the delight of my eighth graders), maintained blogs with countless pdfs so no child would be left behind when she conveniently left the rubric for a project due the next day in her locker for the past two months, had less than friendly conversations with parents who expected me to raise their child and teach them grammar, as well as changed my grades when a student at the 12th hour finally turned in an assignment that would change her D- to a C-.
I been to Hades and back – it was fun but not thrilling, and compared to taking care of my baby, your job would a vacation.
I work hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. I could be a stellar employee if you would just hire me – and if you have a sense of humor.
If not, then clearly I am not the employee for you.
Kind Regards,
J. J. K.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Appalled
Friday, September 17, 2010
Too Much Crying Today...
Today a member of our parish and a really extraordinary person reposed today. Though it was expected that Flore would pass soon, it did not make it any easier. He will be missed so very much.
Sadly, most of my crying today has not been about Flore. No, crying over the passing of a wonderful person is acceptable. I cried over food.
That's right - food.
Now, I really dislike when people, in conversation with me, begin sentences with "Well, you are pregnant...". Pregnancy is not a mentally or physically debilitating disease - it is merely uncomfortable but women are able to function quite well (thank you very much).
So, to read that I cried about food today, one might think "Oh, well, she's pregnant, so...".
I would urge you to read on to get the full picture as to why I would shed tears over food.
The development up the road from our home has taken off - in a sense. The condos have not sold and the apartments are only partially full, but the restaurants and movie theatres are doing quite well. Due to a lack of meat and vegetables in the house, as well as a need to get outside, I decided to take a walk to this development to find something for lunch. Plodding through the labyrinth of stairs and walkways, I found myself in the heart of the cement monstrosity where the movie theatre and several restaurants reside.
Deciding I was not in the mood for sushi, I was left with two choices: "Jewel Box" or "Five Guys - Burgers and Fries".
I went with the Jewel Box.
The restaurant itself is very cozy - dark wood paneling, large velvet seats and couches, and an impressive fire place. The food, on the other hand, is quite odd. I would not call this a restaurant but instead a coffee shop as it, along with pastries, is all this shop appears to be good at producing. Plus, many people were sitting around tables on laptops or reading books and seemed content sipping warm beverages and eating croissants.
Against my better judgement, I ordered a meatloaf sandwich. I knew in the back of my mind I was not going to have a pleasant experience because:
1. There was a wide assortment of bubble tea on the menu
2. Daikon and cucumber were listed as toppings for the sandwich (remember, it is a meatloaf sandwich)
3. There were lemon slices in the water container (not that lemon is bad, but one must know they probably did not wash the lemon before they put it in the container)
When I received my sandwich, I found pinkish-grey ground meat plopped on one side of the bread and cilantro, mayo, and cucumber piled on the other. Opposite the sandwich sat some limp lettuce covered in shredded cheese and black olives further wilting on the warm plate.
I nearly threw up.
Now, pregnancy has not made me a picky eater - I have been picky all my life. Still, the presentation of this sandwich was disgusting and not worth the ten dollars I spent on the meal. I gave it my best go - I pecked at the baguette, tried the salad (the dressing was sweet - why?), but I could not bring myself to touch the mounds of goo that was supposed to pass for meatloaf.
So I began to cry. I could tell people were looking at me. I know L would kill me for purchasing food this expensive and not eating it . Had I a job, this would not be a big deal. However, I am unemployed, expecting a child, and very hungry. All I could think to do is cry and try to think of how I could get my money back.
I waited till it seemed the counter was clear and I took my plate up there. I explained that I was not one to complain about food, that I found the presentation of this meal unpleasant and I could not eat it, and could I please have my money back.
Of course, I am crying while saying this - which is the only thing I can blame on my pregnancy. If I had not been pregnant, I would have been more calm. Especially when the gal at the counter said "No, we can't give you your money back". I started to sob at this.
I explained that I really could not waste my money on food that I didn't eat because of its unappealing lack of presentation. She did not offer me another dish; she simply said she could not give me my money back.
"Have you had a baguette sandwich before, "she asked.
If I had not been pregnant, and therefore emotional, I would have schooled her in the fact that I have had many a baguette sandwiches, some for the same price as her sorry sandwich, that were much more appealing and loaded with better quality ingredients (Baguette Box comes to mind).
However, I simply replied "yes".
Then a slew of customers began lining up behind me and having a crying pregnant woman is bad for business. So she gave me a gift card for the restaurant instead of reimbursing my credit card. Now, that doesn't seem right ot me, and I am thinking of posing this question to a few lawyers I know, but really is it worth it to get upset over a $10 sandwich?
Upon receiving my gift card, I scurried out of there as quickly as I could to Five Guys - Burgers and Fries. Having inhaled a delicious cheeseburger (the tomato was mealy, but given my earlier experience, I let it go), I felt much better. I also was quite impressed with the Five Guys establishment - the potatoes looked real, the toppings for the burgers seemingly endless, no trans fat, and a very tasty burger for under $5.
So, lesson learned - when I go to Thorton Creek Cinema to watch the next Harry Potter movie, I will use my gift certificate at the Jewel Box to purchase a pre-made something or other to sneak into the theatre. Then I will go to Five Guys for dinner.
I just hope L isn't too upset over the $15 I spent on lunch.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
WHY???
1. What is the difference between facebook and twitter?
I seriously don't get it. I have followed a few folks "twitters" and they seem an AWFULLY similar to facebook. Both allow you to post links and pictures, both allow you to write little snippets about what you are doing, and people can make comments on your "mini" posts.
So what is the big difference? You can even update facebook on your mobile phone.
I must say I am not impressed with facebook's platform (is that the right term?). It takes me forever to figure out what button I want for what function AND there is not easy access to one's friend list. Perhaps I just need more practice.
I do like the constant updates since I have been cloistered in my house studying.
2. Why am I creating notecards for this test???
I hate memorizing things, but I can do it fairly easily. I have A LOT of terms to know for this educational research class and notecards seem to be the way to go. I have not written notecards for a class since senior year of high school in Latin class.
:(
It just seems a very superficial way to assess what I have learned in this class. I can fully understand why students dislike studying for tests - especially tests where they are not allowed to use reference notes.
This is why I usually allow students to have some sort of simplified reference that they generate for tests. It is not too often in life that you cannot refer to some manual or source for information that you need. Also, those things you use most often become second nature after using resource notes. I am not a fantastic teacher, but I do want students to clearly demonstrate what they know and try to make assessment as stress free as possible (as it affects reliability greatly). Students tend to do MUCH better
Perhaps I should conduct my own research study on the effects of student generated reference notes and academic achievement...
...but that would mean a convenience sample with limited generalization and would do not one any good.
Humph.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I Am a Dweeb.
Back in October, the hubbster and I went to visit our friend Irene in California. On a trip to Lake Tahoe I was fascinated by the gigantic pinecones.
Here I am trying to look regal - like the queen of the forest.
Erin's one comment to me "Juliana - you are getting fat".
:|
Moving on...
(Click on the picure to bigify it)
Dias de Los Muertos Cookies! My friend Kelsey, art teacher at current place of employment, wanted to do some art work honoring Dias de Los Muertos. So we went to this cool gallery in Ballard (Seattle Neighborhood) and I found these skull cookie cutters. One of the cookies looks like it got into the sprinkles. Heh.
Me trying to look like Anthony Bourdain - a discriminating chef.
The only time you will ever see me cordial with George Bush the first - a statue of him at the George Bush International Airport. I was trying to get my jacket to permenentely blow in the breeze. Then hubbser tried it - it was pretty fun.
Then the cops showed up. We moved along to our gate.
My precious...a gift from my dad for Christmas. WOO HOO!
So far I have only made Pascha cheese on it... Ok - small rant: I took a GIANT Pascha cheese to school with some kulich. The kulich got a few nibbles, but NO ONE TOUCHED the CHEESE!!! Seriously - these peeps need to get out in the world more.
...but I plan to do a lot more with it when I have the time. I still do not have a timeline on when I will have more time.
Doesn't mean I don't still loves the precious. I just saw Barefoot Contessa and Ina Garten made scones - perhaps I will feel inspired this week...
Monday, April 13, 2009
MOTHER!!!
I went on the tribal pages website to see if any news was on there, but everyone in Texas is rather busy and I know it will take some time before any pics go up from the funeral.
I strolled down memory lane, looking at pictures of my family...events...old pictures of my ancestors (what a weird idea, but I guess that is who they are) when they were younger...
Here are some of my favorites:

Check out the bow on my great-grandma Sophia! She was rockin' it. I did not know she had a sister Virginia who died at age 18.

And here are Great-grandma Sophia and Great-grandpa Jose (Joe) -- they are so beautiful here. They would later go on to have 9 kids (though I think there were two who reposed along the way), divorce, and then go on to have three more -- each of them!
Whoa.
Great-grandpa Joe and Great-Uncle Vincent were brothers. It is funny, but I knew them as Grandpa Joe and Tio Vicente -- we are not formal in our family, thankfully.

My Grandpa recently celebrated his 80th birthday! And he still looks this good - seriously. He is the titanium grandpa -- he drove himself to the hospital when he was having a heart attack. I did not inherit his pain threshold AT ALL. Both of my grandparents look stunning in here -- I wish I had inherited my grandmother's looks. She is still super cute too :D
Speaking of good looks...here is why I titled my post "MOTHER!!!"

Of ALL the pictures she has of me, she chooses our bad 80s glamour shots???
????????????????????
I guess because she looks good. Check out my EYEBROWS -- I mean they are pretty bad now, but I could have easily been Frida Kahlo. Just photoshop in a spider monkey and it is a whole new picture. I have NEVER worn that much make-up since, not even on my wedding day.
Speaking of which...

Well, Lance looks good in this one. I know I am a nerd, but do we really need to showcase that fact on Tribal Pages. Seriously -- I know I kinda dashed my mother's dreams of a fairly-tale wedding for her one and only daughter by having a kegger at church, but of all those wedding photos THIS IS THE ONE she chooses.
:|
At least I am holding an icon. But I am a stick figure; if I remember correctly, I was about 90 lbs - gross! By gross I mean TOO SKINNY. And I cannot believe I have gained 40 lbs since the wedding...double gross.
Gah! I will have to send Aunt Bea some new pics where I don't look like such a dweeb...if such pictures exist.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Do I Stay or Do I Go?
So, there were mid-year meetings this year. I say "this year" because in the 5 years I have been at my school, we have NEVER had mid-year meetings. And with the economy in the toilet, I had sneaking suspicion that "mid-year meetings" meant talking to peeps about budget cuts.
After my goals meeting fiasco, I was pretty sure I would be canned. Instead, I was told I might be Part Time.
I smiled and simpered and said that PT would be fine - I might want to start a family soon.
Which is true to SOME degree - if soon is a decade from now. Or never.
But as el hubberino pointed out, we really depend on my income to pay for the roof over our heads, the food on our table, and the multiple pairs of shoes I insist are necessary to my existence.
So, PT is not an option at all.
Now, here is my situation:
- I don't know if I will go PT, though there was talk of next week's meeting being an important one (seriously could throw up just thinking about it...)
- I am currently enrolled in a professional certification program that will run for a year and a half
- I said I was "unsure" of whether I would come back next year
- I will be 30 by the end of the year (which means the clock is supposed to be ticking...but what if I don't have a clock?)
If I stay at my job...
PRO: I have lots of cool people to work with and who collaborate well with me. I have developed a curriculum in the three years I have been a math teacher and I see how I can grow and improve (and am rather excited by the prospect). I generally like my schedule. The students are really ok, once I get to know them and stop being a neurotic nutcase.
CON: I am not sure I like being micro-managed. Two examples, both beginning in the same way: without so much as a hello, my principal marches up to me in the staff room, in front of my colleagues, and asks 1) do we teach problem solving in math and 2) do I attend Mass?
:|
Seriously - isn't there a better way to address these questions? Even I don't do that to my students - I try not to make a public event out of missing assignments or general grilling.
I have been given very little direction as to what exactly my job is: am I just another math teacher or am I to be the leader of the math curriculum in our school? If I am to be the leader, no one really listens to me and that is partly due to the little time and effort we are given to collaborate and work together.
And:
CON IN GENERAL ABOUT TEACHING: Teachers are underpaid and overworked. I have very little social life because I am so busy. I receive on average one very angry email month where my intelligence, ethics, and general person are called into question and critiqued with minimal support from my administrator. I do not feel respected or appreciated in this profession.
So, here are my options as I see it:
1. If the position I occupy stays FT, I can stay and work through my education classes, the crazy and intense accreditation process, with cool people but with an administrator I am not crazy about.
OR
2. If the position is PT, look for full time work at another school and start again - learn how to work with a new set of people, develop a new curriculum, and take on a new school culture. (this is the "is the grass greener on this side of the fence?" scenario). I would most likely look for a less traditional school or a high school position (though I am unsure if I am qualified for teaching HS).
OR
3. Leave teaching altogether and go back to school for medicine, law, research, etc. I don't know - something besides education. This would really push having children back...like I could be a miracle 60 or 70 year old mom.
OR
4. Get a job (maybe...if there are jobs to be had) that is menial but where I can see if I would like to pursue something different with my life. This job will most likely be an assistant to someone important and I would be stressed working for them from the three a.m. phone calls about the muffin order for a conference I helped organize.
OR
5. Let my hubby get a second job and I churn out a bunch of kids. Level of excitement about this option is 0.
It is just a scary time and a stressful time for me. What do I do?
Your thoughts and prayers are much appreciated. :D
Monday, January 12, 2009
A New Year...
I just spent the past *hour* on itunes looking for songs.
Seriously - I can't get enough music. And I just got the new Squirrel Nut Zippers album for Christmas (Bedlam Ballroom). It is very good - little salsa style in there. Lots of fun to dance to in the kitchen while cooking.
I am also finding...that I like Amy Winehouse. Seriously - girl has a voice. I just might have to buy one of her songs.
And, I am also liking another version of "The First Cut is the Deepest". I have the Cat Stevens, but this other one I found is more interesting. I do not like the Sheryl Crow version.
And I finished watching Tess of the D'ubervilles. GO TO PBS NOW AND VIEW IT!!!
So good...I mean totally watered down, but REALLY good.
It did, however, make me scream not so polite things at the screen. One example would be when I yelled "HIT HIM AGAIN!". El hubbster told me to take a chill pill. And also when the hubbster asked for a description of Alec D'uberville (because he wondered in half way through and got into it and wanted to know more)
and I explained
***warning - my explanation is quite explicit. The faint of heart should look for the next set of ****'s *****
that he was a man who deserved "to be headbutted and then have his balls cut off."
I was told that my description was quite crass. Good thing I didn't mention how he should then be decapitated and his head shoved on a spike with the detached genitalia shoved in his corpsey mouth.
:| What?
Fine - I am being crass. Please forgive me. (though I refuse to edit this post - Alec D'uberville at least got his comeuppance).
********end explicit**************
And I saw "Doubt" and "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button".
:|
I had snow days - what else was I supposed to do!
Doubt was alright - I liked the cast a lot. Meryl Streep should be in every movie - she is AMAZING. And Amy Adams is made of awesome. So is Phillip Seymour Hoffman. I like how they let the movie be just like the play - it has a wonderful ending and it is true to the title.
The CC of BB was made of lame. First of all - I did NOT go to see the movie because of BP. No...see this post for why.
I went to see it because I love Cate Blanchet. Is she not gorgeous? And she can ACT! She made the film.
Otherwise it was just like Forrest Gump if FG was born old.
And I saw Quantum of Solace. It was alright - a bit of loose ties to be tied. Bond is...em. Well, Daniel Craig and Ralph Finnes are my only blond-blue-eyed crushes. *blushes*
Other wise QoS was lame. Daniel Craig was not at ALL.
So, I am also amused by the amount of fan fiction writing I have done - which is none! I need to work on getting it out of my system because I just have all these stories playing around in my head.
Which brings up something I have read - the LAST book in the Princess Diaries Series.
:(
I know - the LAST ONE!
I really like Princess Mia. I don't think I like her decisions in this book, but I really like her. And I am glad that it ended well. The lack of detail in one scene made me want to write PD fan fic! But I refuse since it would be like Ransom of My Heart, the romantic novel Princess Mia "writes".
Yes I read it.
:|
I read it and am affirmed the romance novels are NOT my favorite.
One thing about the last book I adored is how Princess Mia made out in a horse drawn carriage -- that was super cute (I am trying not to give away spoilers in case peeps reading this want to read it).
Oh, I saw Kill Bill (1 and 2). I like Quentin Tarantino - I do. But I don't like the violence...and the misogyny that is trying to disguise itself as feminism. I am disturbed that most females in his move are psycho, physically violent, and extraordinarily beautiful. It just isn't real life.
And as I try to separate the film from the violence, I find what is at the heart of movies I love.
I love interesting characters. I love REALLY quirky characters.
I like unusual plot lines where it is almost predictable what will happen, but then it takes a twist that leads to a more satisfactory ending.
I like stories that are true to the human experience. And I love little details that become vital at the end ('cause I pay attention to little details, but speak in generalities -- basically if I had to give a detailed account it would be TOO detailed).
So, Tarantino appeals to me in the plot. The characters - meh. But his plots are AMAZING!
Wow - this has been a random post - lots of reviews. I would love to hear others opinions in the comments!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
D@mn you Gossip Girl!
Acacia (nee Sheppard) Evans is the name I christened Lily Evan's mother.
As I see it, during WWII, Mr. Sheppard (I can't remember his first name, but I have it written down) was a spy for England in North Africa. His wife and child (Rose and Acacia) fled London during the bombings to their country estate in North England - the village where the Snapes reside.
While in the village, Acacia Sheppard becomes friends with Tobias Snape - they become friends, they throw snowballs, report the coordinate of enemy planes to the wire service, etc.
But then Acacia must go to St. Ethelburga's School for Lovely Ladies and never returns...for her father is found dead after being tortured in Egypt for his espionage. She and her mother do not return to the country estate but chose to move back to London.
And where is Eileen Prince while all of this is happening? Well, she is in the same village, watching Tobias from afar, and, having gained courage as a gobstones protege at Hogwarts, she fills the void that Acacia left in Tobias heart.
Years later, Rose Sheppard chooses to return to the country estate to end her days. Acacia has grown up, become a doctor, married, and is working in India with her husband as part of the World Health Organization.
Only when Acacia learns of her mother's death does she bring her family back to the village.
And Tobias falls in love with Acacia again. And Severus falls in love with Lily.
And it is all down hill from there. Seriously downhill...what with the wizarding war, unrequited love, malaria, and some powerful memory charms.
At least this is how I envision it - I am sure JK Rowling has a less epic and melodramatic history of these people. And different names for them.
Again, this is how *I* chose to fill the back story since JKR has not yet released this information or, perhaps, even thought about it.
But I do because I have a flair for the melodramatic...and perhaps "fangirl" the whole Sev/Lily thing far too much for my own good.
Which is why I was so mad that Gossip Girl stole my plot line. I don't know who everyone is on the show, but here is the plot line as I understand it from my two episode and a few commercials knowledge of it:
The blond girl (really pretty) and the black haired boy (too small a nose to be cute) like each other, are possibly in love with each other, but she has *issues* and he has *issues* possibly, but not totally, about each other.
Whatever - they totally like each other and want to be together, but the writers of the show are keeping them apart for the drama of it all.
And to further this divide, the boy' father and girl's mother were once in love, a long time ago, and are now free to be together and the boy and girl decide to be apart for their parents' sake because it would be far to freaky to date the son/daughter of your mom/dad's boyfriend/girlfriend.
Whew.
Except the writers threw in some baby plot line that I totally do not understand - which was kind of cool, because some of the characters know the whole story and others don't and I got to be out of the loop so it was all a big mystery for me.
But the last scene in the train station I don't get - was their child put up for adoption? Or did she have an abortion?
I don't get it.
Whatever - the GG writers stole my plot line.
Except for the whole baby thing...and the requited love thing...whatever, same basic idea.
And they ironically (to me) named the mother Lily.
But I want to report that I came up with the whole thing first so that when I finally get my fanfic out there no one thinks that I am just copying the GG plot line.
I am perfectly capable of creating my own melodrama, thank you very much!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I am most sincerely M.A.D., a.k.a. reproductive rights
"You need to stop giving such...thorough answers to questions."
Me: "ok"
LG: "you don't need to go into such detail."
Me: "ok!"
We had been talking to a gentleman of Brier, WA at the agape meal about: 1)if LG and I are related, 2) if we are the same ethnicity, 3) how long have we been married, 4) if we are planning on having children, 5) birth control, 6) how I don't want children because I teach all day, 7) how children perceive themselves in the world, and 8) how God's plans and our plans intersect and interact with one another.
Seriously - in that order!
I steadfastly exclaim that I do NOT want children in anyway shape or form right now. I am not the "Babies for Jesus" type of woman (you know, has six children and is hoping for number 7 any day now...).
I am more of the the "I need more time to explore myself and buy more shoes type of person."
I am selfish. And I am not afraid to say it.
Babies are a lot of work. They cry. They spit up all over your favorite clothes and consume a vast quantity of your budget. They *ruin* your body if: 1) you are a woman, 2) are a tiny woman who gains a lot of fat just on her own, much less eating for two, and 3) if you are woman whose skin does not stretch particularly well. (so, me basically)
For these reasons, I do not want children. They are not a priority right now - for me.
AND I DON'T CARE!
Yes, I married young. Yes, I like kids, which is why I teach (they are annoying and yet, entertaining - especially when they go home). Yes, I want to have LG's offspring because he has some excellent DNA that needs propagating.
But it doesn't mean that I need to have babies so soon.
Shoot - LG and I still *play*.
For example:
*In Whole Foods looking at baguettes*
LG: "Do you think you could joust with a baguette and break someones arm?"
Me: "Maybe..."
LG: :D "Want to try?"
Me: "Um, we are in a store..."
LG: "Come on..."
*I make a beeline to the check out counter*
Ok, maybe that is not totally how the conversation went, but do you really want me, who contemplated jousting with baguettes in a grocery store, to be a mom?
Don't answer that...
It just seems to me that *some* people out there - Orthodox or not - seem to think that having children by my age should be a priority.
In fact a fair number of people seem gung-ho on the idea.
Me: "meh"
Plus...there is the whole cancer thing.
I only have one boob, which means: 1) breast feeding = not fun, 2) cancer could come back to that boob, and 3) I will totally be lopsided after pregnancy.
I did not explain the cancer thing to the gentleman of Brier, but I was about ready to throw that in since I was being grilled. I need to learn to drink my tea fast and exclaim "oh, this needs refreshing" and sneak away.
So, in conclusion, until I become a little less selfish and vain, I am not ready for the whole kid thing.
But I have put myself on a five year plan...within five years if I get pregnant, than it is God's will.
If not, clearly God agrees that I have some growing up to do.
And that I should buy some more shoes. Or books. Or yarn!
Till then: peeps, friends, *relatives*...
BACK OFF!!!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Data has prevailed.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sweet Irony of Life, I've Finally Found You...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Challenge
And much like lower school, on America's Next Top Model, the challenge is usually proceeded by instruction on how to complete the challenge -- whether it be posing in a fish net over a waterway in Thailand or posing in a skydiving chute to look as if they were reaching for a bottle of makeup. Likewise, before I can challenge my students I must instruct them on how to tackle or approach the content first.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Mugglenet
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
I am not a spelling bee champ...

Here is the notepad - pathetic. I took high school Latin, college Ancient Greek and French, grew up speaking Spanish, have sung enough in German and Russian to get by, and am fairly good at guessing. I even read Nietzche (and will never do it again). But I could only spell three words. Granted, these words were HARD! The hubby was excited when tautological made it in the bee because we are always reading tautological statements made by my students. For example, when I ask them to explain why they would choose the mean to represent a set of data, they write things like "I would choose the mean because it is the average".

Martha Stewart = LOSE & FAIL
And I got really excited! This looked like pysanky made simple, like pysanky quick and easy, and perhaps like pysanky in mass production. So, I read the article on the next page...
So, I headed up to Jo Ann fabrics in Shoreline (just over the Seattle border) and spent an hour searching and selecting lace that I thought could work well on an egg.
Then I headed home and following the instructions, first tried it with a red and brown egg -- thinking it would be really pretty with a brilliant red against the relief of a lacy brown.
I ended up with a completely red egg (no photo available) with a faint imprint of lace in one section. I just shrugged and thought "oh, the pysanky dye is too strong" and turned the egg into the black and red Asian inspired egg pictured on this blog. I went back and read my pysanky books and saw that one could create a "lighter" shade of blue by diluting it and thought "oh, maybe this would work for the lacey eggs". But I tried the lightened dye first on a pysanky in progress. It turned out well, so I took it as a good sign for the lacey eggs.
So then I tried it with the lace. And I am proud to present evidence that MARTHA = FAIL.
I ended up with blue eggs! I even tried a HARD BOILED egg just like prescribed in the article...and no success there (I had to throw it away too because the pysanky dye is toxic). Then I tried it with normal edible egg dye and clean lace -- had some funky eggs in my Pascha basket (beside the one with a wrapper showing Obi Wan fighting the Evil Emperor. What? Don't judge!)
Some of you reading it may recall the bitter rant I gave about this in Oregon and had some insight into how my logic was distracted by the hopeful thought that I could churn mass quantities of pysanky out like I did in college. It really would not, could not work...ever. If you think about it, lace is not sturdy enough to lie flush against the curved surface of an egg nor does a rubber band enough of a tension to cause the lace to stay still long enough so no dye could get under the surface.

