# Tuesday, June 16, 2009



What happens when you press the red button? Nothing. But few people get to press it and that is enough to make it worth pressing.




First draft of "Raiders of the Lost Ark":

Indiana Jones: Smooshy colorful cubes?!?! Why did it have to be smooshy colorful cubes!?!?




You can hardly see the wires that control her movement.






Everyone is a winner. Everyone is special. It's just that my kid is so much better than yours. That's not bragging. It's just a sad (for you) truth.
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# Saturday, May 02, 2009
Livin' the diversity on Diversity Day! Oh, yeah!



Representin' Micronesia with some purple plastic flowers. Catch the hagutiwahu -- nan, I can't spell it, but I can feel it.




Walkin' down the street in the "Parade of Differences," flanked by the "Sidewalks of Similarity."




Eatin' some "pad Thai" and ice cream, watchin' the Peruvian mating dance followed by the middle school doo-wop group singing the "Laverne and Shirley" theme song. Schlemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated!





Paintin' the face, courtesy of an elderly clown stuck in the right field mud. Remember: live the diversity!





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# Monday, April 13, 2009
Among weekend's amazing discoveries that can be shown semi-publicly are riding a horse:



That's Kristin doing the stirrups -- she got the ornery horse, b/c she's the most experienced jockey. The hour-long trek afforded pristine views of brand new spring blossoms and horse's behinds.

On to more discoveries. Here's Gen. Clark pointing at something or other.


It's a little known fact that Gen. Clark was fifteen feet tall, had one arm permanently locked in the "pointing" position, and carried a small girl attached to his foot.




What amazing discovery could they be pointing at???




Turns out it's just Indiana. Gen. Clark was apparently pointing to the nearest Wal-Mart, home of everyday low prices.




Keep Louisville weird!





Rare "Killer Maple" tree (the Native American name is the "Ack-Ack") in Muscatatuck National Wildlife Refuge -- that's in Indiana, about an hour past the Wal-Mart.






The Wood Duck trail in Muscatatuck NWR. We discovered through picking petals on white flowers that many people "love us" while some "love us not" -- very wise flowers.
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# Saturday, March 14, 2009
"We are not aware we are acquiring when we are acquiring, and after we acquire, we are not aware that anything has happened."

This is my favorite Krashen quote because it is at once both silly and correct. He's speaking of language acquisition. In Krashen's world, grammar drills have no use and explicit grammar correction no function. The only benefits would be seen on grammar tests, where the "monitor" can decide the grammiticality of a given item and correct it.

I recall beginning my ESL teaching in Micronesia with Betty Azar's black grammar book (a.k.a. the Black Betty). We filled and drilled, filled and drilled, etc. until the students could get a TOEFL score of above 470. (I was learning the grammar along with the students. It was quite interesting to me!) Then we would write essays and of course the students would not apply any information from the drills into the essays. I almost became a "But I told them the rule!" teacher. This sort of teacher blames the students, thinking that exposure to the grammar rule should automatically translate into success. No success? Show them the rule some more -- only louder! It's an exercise in frustration. (And we changed the classes a couple of years later, ditched the TOEFL and disowned the Azars -- not that it caused a great leap in student success, but at least we were teaching for communication rather than drills.)

Krashen's theory explains this experience and replaces the drills with "meaningful input."

The "Communicative Approach" which is now the hip model in ESL, and what I am trained in, is concerned with "meaningful output."

Somewhere there's a happy medium (she's probably talking to Elvis right now) -- what I like to call the "meaningful quantum revolving door of merry-go-round-put." In this theory the input goes in a revolving door, part of it decides to go grab a snack in the frontal lobe and the another part meets an old friend and goes back through the door as output. Thusly does acquisition occur.

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# Friday, March 13, 2009
Ballet class...




At her locker in school on "Fun Fair" day:


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# Monday, February 16, 2009



Cheese fondue, special polish sausage (some wrapped in bacon), bread, and vegetables for fondueing.



At 39 I can still work a fondue pot!
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# Tuesday, January 27, 2009
By popular demand in my own mind comes another installment of Tuesday Oversharing. Yet another "women with trees" -- well, trees are handy and plentiful, women less so, but there do seem to be endless opportunities for combinations thereof. Does that makes sense?

Let's call these pics "circa 1985."







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# Monday, January 19, 2009
Saturday our new family had a walk in the Bernheim forest. We even had our own naturalist along to help Jelly appreciate the frozen, non-green landscape.



Here's Jelly in front of a fairy house that she found. The lesson of the day was about seeing the barren-seeming woods with imagination -- Jelly's got the imagination, but not the attention span to really stare at a twig for more than two seconds. She did find and interesting black shiny thing in this fairy house that stumped the naturalist.






Jelly stands on the frozen river. We really did see some amazing things -- minnows darting beneath the ice, leaves frozen in mid-drift down the river -- things we might not have noticed without the naturalist keeping our pace slow and eyes open.




Kristin and Jelly, plus Agron IV, a minor tree-deity in charge of brown-gray lichens.




Kristin and our guide fondle a large fungus.

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