Monday, February 28, 2005

First Grade Teacher Conference

I'm here in Chicago, near the Allstate Arena in Rosemont, staying at the O'Hare Wyndham Hotel for the Illinois First Grade Teacher Conference. We drove up last night and ate at Lou Malnati's Pizza on Wells & Hubbard. The pizza was good, and it was the tastiest thing I've thrown up in a while. I shouldn't have eaten it, huge amounts of cheese, butter crust & sausage... what was I thinking?

The conference today has been good. One of the presenters, Sharon MacDonald, has been very informative. Her ingenuity and energy seem unbelievable. I had three sessions today where she was the presenter. Good stuff. Tomorrow I have 3 more sessions with her! It's fluky I guess, but I didn't sign up for her by name. I signed up just looking at the titles/subjects of the sessions, and she's always teaching stuff I want to learn.

I'm in the lobby now, because the hotel only offers wireless internet in the lobby. However, last night I could hook up to the internet in my room on the 4th floor. I couldn't stay on for more than a second, so that was worthless. I imagine that if I were staying on the 1st or 2nd floor, I'd get wireless in my room.

mmmmkay... gonna go now...

Friday, February 25, 2005

is you is, or is you ain't my baby?

Today in school we were taking a test in reading. It was our third major test of the week, and the kids were feeling pretty fried, as was I. Page after page, we assessed our ability to comprehend, sound it out, spell it right, listen close...

on one page, the kids had to pick the right word to fill in the blank, and it is really assessing kids' ability to choose what "sounds right." for example:

1. Yesterday I ________ my grandmother.
a. visit
b. visiting
c. visited

2. ______ is my mom.
a. she
b. we
c. they


In the middle of the test, one kid raises his hand and asks:

"Mr. D., is we on number 2, or number 3?" All I could do was laugh to myself and ponder the complete lack of authenticity and validity in the tests I was forcing my students to endure.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

pretty bird

went to a pet shop, called super pets tonight. Lisa got molested by an 8 week old puppy. a bird bit the button off the top of my hat, but that was fun. it was sitting on its cage when i saw it, and i stuck out my arm. the darn thing took to my arm right off the bat, and we were friends. it climbed up my shoulder and started picking at the zipper on my coat. then it started in on my hat, and my hat will never be the same. it was a pretty big bird, but it didn't have a sign saying what it was or how much you'd have to pay for this automatic button-undoer. it was a good whistler too. that's quite an asset.

from a to zzzzzzzzzzzzz

Lately, when I have trouble sleeping because I'm trying to force myself to go to bed earlier, I've been using a rather unusual method to lull myself.

In my first grade classroom, I call the kids to line up and do other things in abc order, cuz it saves time and trouble. Usually, I don't like conformity, but in this case, the kids only have time to learn if they have procedures...

So by now, I know the kids' names by heart, in abc order (actually, I can do it backwards too). So I start saying the kids names in my head as I lay down at night. I got through the list one time, I know that, and I started a second time, but I don't know how far I got.

Is this weird or what?

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

the cats are running

hoo desize wot iz inpartunt? wie iznt that mie jab?

nuvremond... eye liek teh jab eye olreddie haf.

space

This morning, I was getting dressed. The main thing I want to say is that one of my cuff buttons was taking a long time to ... uh ... button, and it seemed to take forever. When I finally finished, I was amused to think about what it would be like if I spaced out for like, three hours, trying to button my button before going to work. It would be a funny explanation when I walked into school 3 hours late. I think it could really happen.

Monday, February 21, 2005

endorsement for store killing smalltown stores everywhere

This one's for those Walmart Lovers out there. There are lotsa people who like to bash walmart for being discriminatory against women and for killing small town america.

But, when I was leaving the doctor's office for the third time today, I saw a woman waiting with her preschool age daughter. The woman looked pretty classy, that's all I'm gonna say about her and her 80's style haircut. She was definitely dressed for the doctor's office... or the bar...

Anyway, as I passed them, the young girl found a walmart ad in a magazine. She showed it to her mom with lots of excitement. Her mom said, "oh, walmart, you wanna go to walmart? yeah, we'll be going there tonight."

The little girl started jumping up and down shouting, "Maw mawt, maw mawt, maw mawt." Yep, there's something there for everyone. Has anyone noticed they are equal opportunity now? Yeah, those rollback commercials now feature a female "smiley face" with a zorro sword. Things are looking up at old Maw Mawt.

Fantasies of War & Valor

I've slept in the last couple of days, because I feel like I need rest, since I've been sick. Whenever I sleep longer than my body wants to, like waking up, and forcing sleep back on myself, I dream weird dreams and I remember them. I thnk this one was based on a TV commercial I saw while I was at Dallas & Caryl's house. It showed all these guys on a Navy Boat having the time of their lives. They were pulling in something heavy on a rope, one of them was climbing up the side of the boat, and they kept intersplicing Rambo-esque shots of a guy getting ready for battle... You know, tying his shoes, putting a knife in his belt, and piecing his gun together. One guy turns to another guy and says, "Just think, some poor schmuck is out there somewhere buying a minivan." What a romantic image. No offense to anyone who is in the military, but I'm sure it's not as fun as the commercial looks. I don't think real-life vacation cruises are as fun as this commercial looked.

So I was dreaming this morning that somehow, at the age of 27, I was drafted and some mean person was singling me out as a ferret or something, I was required to take more risks to infiltrate the enemy lines and kill people. The only problem was I think my dream skipped the part where I trained to use a gun, to build up stamina, and not to cry. I was scared out of my mind! I survived okay, I imagine that it's like that dream where you are falling. People say if you ever hit the ground, you die. I didn't get shot in the dream, so I lived in real life, and I woke up in time for my gall bladder test. Thank the Lord for that.

I did get shot at, and I did shoot another guy, with a revolver. It felt good in the dream, but then when I woke up, I felt bad. In the dream, it felt good because that guy was trying to kill me. Waking, I knew that it was fantasy, and I had felt good about killing someone in a dream. I have in the past considered military time, mostly to pay for college. But I never went through with it. In high school, I arranged for one of those recruiters to come to my house and talk to my parents. They waited for the guy to leave and tried to talk me out of it. Then they had my brother-in-law talk to me about not doing it too. He was older than me, and I looked up to him. I still wanted to do it, but my mom told me that they make it look & sound good, but when they get you in there, it's another story.

I have nothing against the military as a way to protect our nation from harm. I don't like it as a solution to economic quarrels. And I don't think it's right that military time is a poor person's main way out of the slums. The only rich people interested in the military seem to be future political candidates who want to increase their credibility. Otherwise, it's people who signed up thinking they'd never have to see any action, they'd just do their training and weekends here and there and take the free college education. Why not make college more available to everyone, not just those willing to gamble their life on the hopes of a few years of peacetime... I don't think a lot of people are counting on peacetime any time soon. I wonder if that's why the army is having to increase the romanticism in their commercials these days.

yvaN ehT nioJ - Thank you Matt Groening & NSync

Sunday, February 20, 2005

The Last Time

It was 2002 when I first attempted to ride a bike long-distance; that was my mountain bike. From what I understand, I have a better bike for long-distance now. It's a touring bike. But the first time, which was the last time, I rode long distance, was on that mountain bike. It was a cool bike, and I did some mountain bike trails on it, and also some tame trails and a lot of road riding. I like road riding better, I don't know why.

When I set out on that ride, it was weird. I've talked about not liking commitment before on this blog, and this was sort of why it was weird. You can do all the planning you want to do, but when the day comes to set out on your bicycle and ride, knowing you will be riding for a couple of days before you see people you know, it's hard to start pedaling.

The other weird thing was that I had never ridden my bike when it was weighed down with "stuff" like the stuff I was taking on this trip. I'm gonna train better this time, then it won't seem so weird. I got used to it quickly enough, and even long, slow uphill climbs weren't that bad. I've always said that on a bicycle, I'll take uphill before against the wind. A hill is nothing with gears, but wind resistance kills.

On the last ride, I had stopped for rest & reading in Utica when my rear tube popped... I fixed it quickly enough, but then I got back on and the tube popped again! I examined the tire and saw that it was shredded, and that I could go no further on it. My resolve was weak; I might have found a bike shop, being so near Starved Rock, but I was ready to give up. I hadn't planned well, I thought I had too much stuff, and wanted to call it quits. It's not that I regret that decision, but I want to try it again with a better bike, less gear, and extra tires and tubes. I've got a new, better tent. I've got a better bike, and more experience fixing it. I've got a plan and contingencies, and a debit card for hotels.

The last time I went, I was downtown in Peoria stopping to take a picture of the river and bridge before I left. Some guy happened to be in the picture, but I didn't know it; I wasn't watching for people walking by. He called to me as I lowered my disposable camera, "Hey, you better watch who you're taking pictures of!" It was a crazy time in my life, and I had been meeting lots of crazy people those days. This guy was laughable. He didn't appear to be someone who would come back to haunt me, so I giggled a bit and asked, "Why?" I got back on the seat and pedaled away, and now I wonder if that guy put a hex on my trip!

I won't take pictures of old men this time if I can help it. I will be good. And I will not listen to bike salespeople who say that I won't need spare tires in addition to spare tubes. There's a guy with a website about biking across america. I'd like to do that.

baby steps. talk about commitment!

update

I really enjoy the new weekend update team. I liked it with Tina & Jimmy, but this is even better. I definitely think they need to keep the format of two reporters.


There's just something about Tina Fey & Amy Poehler; they seem to have a bond and a good chemistry. They don't really cut at eachother, which was kind of funny about Jimmy Fallon, but it was getting old. So anyway, I just wanted to get that down in writing, in case anyone cared.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

The Plan

Okay, here's the plan. My spring break starts on Friday, March 25th, Good Friday. I'm gonna try and make it a better friday, by embarking on a long-distance bike trip to my hometown. I think I can do it, and I am gonna prove it.

So here's my idea. I'll leave Peoria around 7:00 am Good Friday. I'll ride on Route 150 to Route 39-51 and try to make 120 miles by the time the sun falls. (this should be easy enough, lotsa people do 200 miles a lot quicker, but I'll have stuff packed on the bike).

Okay, so I'll ride up to a campsite in Earlville, which is about 30 miles south of Rockford.


As a contingency plan, I have a couple optional campsites. There is a possibility I will get the Earlville campsite early and want to go farther. In that case, I will try to make it to a campsite east of Rockford, in Garden Prairie.
Map of
Garden Prairie, IL
And if I don't quite have the gumption to make it to my planned campsite, I'll stop at Starved Rock!

I know I can make it to Utica in one day. If I don't, I'll just find a hotel for crying outloud! I'm pretty sure from the websites for these campsites that they are open, other ones say they open in April. Again, if they are not open, I'll just get a hotel. Camping is secondary to the biking, but it seems like if I get a hotel instead of camping, it's sorta like cheating.

Regardless of where I stop on the first night, I should be able to make it home on day 2. Now I have to get all my stuff together by March 25th...

Saturday, February 12, 2005

I'm Back

Well, I just got back and settled back in after my bikeride. I have to say, I hope this ride does not set the tone for this whole long biking season. I plan to bike a lot, but if all my rides turn out like this one, I may be discouraged.

I rode down Farmington & up Park Road, the first big uphill climb of the year. My heart still hurts from that. That's to be expected though, I've kinda babied myself when it comes to physical exertion this winter.

I rode North on Sterling, heading for Target. I wanted to go in and get sandals and a granola bar. Riding on Sterling, and anywhere in Peoria, you feel like you do a lot of damage to your tires by riding over potholes and huge cracks in the road. I was trying to avoid one such crack and in my effort, I caused my "grocery-bag-pannier" to fly off my bike into the road. In the pannier was a spare inner-tube, a CO2 cartridge, a tire-replacement tool, and some other stuff. Though all this stuff spilled out over the lane, I was lucky that the car behind me stopped and let me gather my things.

After I fixed the pannier so that it would not fall off again (I hoped), I rode on to Target. I took out my keys to open my lock, but the key wouldn't work. Why? I don't know. But I couldn't leave my bike outside of Target without a lock, there's no way to see from the inside whether someone is messing with the bike. So I skipped the Target visit and went down Glen, headed for Bushwhacker in the Metro Centre. On the way, I considered writing a letter of ultimatum to the mayor of Peoria, in which I would express my disappointment with the lack of concern for bicyclists on the road. There are few bike lanes here in Peoria. In the letter, I would inform the mayor that if this situation was not improved by the time I finish with my masters' degree, I would be moving to a city where there are better bike lanes on the roads. I'm sure he wouldn't want to lose a valuable taxpayer, right?

So I got to Bushwhacker, and that went okay. I returned a CO2 cartridge that I bought last week. It was already opened when I took it out of the bag, and so it was useless. They simply gave me a brand new one, causing me to think maybe my luck was changing.

I rode back on Glen to the frontage road on the south side of 150. I rode down that road to Interstate Battery Supply or whatever, where I returned batteries they sold me last week that were the wrong kind. That went simply enough too.

It was starting to get cold so I decided to take the quickest route home, crossing 150 near Northwoods Mall and riding on to Sterling Avenue. This is where the worst thing happened, which actually turned out to be funny.

In the past, I read a lot of self-help books. I don't do that much anymore, because they are all pretty repetitive. I think they are helpful, but repetitive. They repeat themselves. They say the same things over and over again, repetitively. Anyway, a couple of concepts have stuck with me over time. Stephen Covey says that you have to prioritize. You have to put your time and energy into things that you value. I value the earth and its resources. One of my priorities is to use less of the resources, even though I am a typical american when it comes to gas, water, and trash.... I waste a lot. I throw out a lot. I am trying to change that about myself. Right now, I am using a computer instead of writing on paper. That's a start, right?

I was renewing my vow from last year to use my bike more and my car less. This would help me get in shape, and use less of the world's oil. Last year I didn't do so well, but this year, I know I am going to do it. I'm going to put more miles on my bike than on my car. Right... actually I am hoping to keep the ratio of bike miles to car miles at about 1/5. That may be more reasonable. If I drive 3000 miles in three months, I'd have to ride for 600 miles in three months. That would be 200 miles a month, which is like 6.67 miles a day. Very manageable.

While doing this math, I heard the punk-trash voice of a passenger in a car passing by. What did he say? "Get a f***ing car!" Well, my car is in my garage at home. I have one. I am not using it right now. I was trying to say this, but cars are faster than bikes, and they were too far ahead by the time I started talking. However, the light ahead turned red, and thought I had a chance to catch up to them and continue our conversation. Well, they turned right, and I got to the intersection in time to see them pull into their apartment complex just a block down the road. I thought, hey, I can visit them at home and talk to them about my convictions.

You see, Eckhart Tolle, another self-help author, tells his readers not to dwell on things. I can't abide people who shout from their cars at bikers and pedestrians on the road. I just really think it is one of the most cliche of actions. It's like a scared dog barking at a stranger from behind a fence, knowing he's really safe. Though Eckhart Tolle tells readers not to dwell on things, he says that if you can't help but dwell on something, then you should do something about it. Well, I decided to do something about this guy. One of my philosophies as a teacher is to never pass up a teachable moment. Ignorance is only a sin if you refuse to do something about it.

I caught up with this person getting out of his car. I had no intention of physically harming him, but he seemed to assume I did. He didn't run, and I have to give him credit for that. He turned out to be a rather small person, and the driver of the car he was in was a woman older than him. She appeared to be his mother, mostly because of the way she dropped and shook her head when she saw me. She seemed to be thinking that this was exactly why she thought it was a bad idea for her son to shout out the car window at me.

The interaction that followed took less than ten seconds.

"Is that your mom?" I asked.

"Yep," he replied. "Yep," he repeated. He was trying to show me that he had nothing to hide. I decided he was probably embarrassed enough, and I started to ride away. His mother didn't seem to know that I was riding away, and she explained that she didn't know he was going to "do that," she said she had taken care of it, as if she thought I sought to take care of it if she hadn't, and she thanked me when she realized I was riding away.

You see, my priority is to use more of my own energy, rather than the potential energy in oil. I was placing effort in that priority today. Something has always bothered me about people who shout out of their car windows at other people. And the ignorance of this guy, what was the deal? I hope he thinks twice about hollering out his car window at anyone again.

What I really wish is that more people would ride their bikes. I wish more people had bikes. When I find my soulmate, I won't be surprised if there are specific bikerides she remembers from her early years. 22 years later, I remember my very first bikeride, and I remember a lot of specific details from other rides since then.

Somebody said this, but I don't know who: "There is something inherently wrong with a society whose members use a car to get to a gym where they can exercise."

Goin on a bikeride!

No time
No time
No time
No time

I got got got got no time

I got got got got no time...

A little clip from The Guess Who to illustrate my current availability with regard to anything that is not "going on a bikeride." I am taking the minimal amount of time to let you know of this. From this minute until my return, I will be riding my bike.

Friday, February 11, 2005

What a Day!

It's unexplainable... the way my class has it's ups and downs. People try to say it's the full moon, which I guess I sorta believe in. If there's a storm on the way, people get a bit loopy, I guess. There are a lot of different explanations for different behaviors.

Today, my class was awesome. We had testing in the morning. Reading comprehension, phonics, vocabulary and spelling. It went okay. The kids tried, I think. This afternoon, they worked on their picture books, something they were supposed to make this week as part of our unit of study. They did awesome! I was actually able to get some organizing done, because they were working so nicely and not needing much help.

We started making "mailboxes" out of cereal boxes and red construction paper. These will be for the kids to use during our Valentine's Day Party. The kids worked harmoniously through this activity. I don't know what else to say about that, I mean, how does this just happen sometimes? Maybe I should just be happy it does.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Happiness for a Change

I don't mean it's a change to have happiness in my life, but I mean that I don't always share happiness on the blog... I'm too busy complaining usually.

Today the weather has been beautiful, and while I did not brave the cool breeze to take my bicycle out for the first time this year, I did go out to the Shoppes at Grand Prairie with friends Angie & Terri.

That was fun, and now Terri & I are enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of my "lounge." I really like it out here. It's a bit cold during winter, but since today has been so nice, it's really cozy out here tonight. I am sitting in my hanging chair that I got in Colorado. I first saw this Mayan Hanging Chair at a store on Pearl Street about 5 years ago. I loved it, but seeing how I was a poor college student, I had to leave it there. This past August I went to Colorado, and in the back of my mind was the hanging chair.

When we made it to Pearl Street, I went straight for the place that I remembered having these very comfy, very cool looking chairs that hang down from a tree or a bolt in the ceiling. The store name is Hangouts... I bought a hanging chair and a large double hammock... look to the website for more description. Buy one for ultimate relaxation!

Ironically, today Tim & Rae called and came to visit. It is not very often that Tim & Rae or Terri visit, but this all just happened coincidentally on the same day! Crazy!

Thursday, February 03, 2005

dissention

because I don't agree with the president, I will never be allowed to speak to him.

i swear, the secret service now focuses more on dissenting opinions than on security risks.
To GW, it is more dangerous to encounter a dissenter than an assassin.

to both a bullet and a well-worded question, I think he'd have the same response... speechless, he'd stare blankly (does he have another expression) at the shooter...

he'd have something to say to a tough question. He would stutter... he would stammer, but he would answer - way off subject and very condescending.

Of course I am fantasizing, because since the election, he has stonewalled anyone with hard questions... he won't answer them. he will never have to answer hard questions again.

ranting... what will it bring...?

hey, did anyone catch the address to... the country's... the ... the... speech to the nation? I was busy, seriously. I'd like to know what he said in his speechification.

war in vain

Okay, so my brother is taking a class at bradley that makes him think about religion... and so he's writing to the family about religious questions, creation questions, fun things like that. I don't remember western civ making me think much about god, I thought more about other things... but to each his own. I replied to his questions initially in a smart-ass way: god hates you and that's all there is to it. I think god has a sense of humor (if he even pays attention to email) and I like to joke around, I like to take religion lightly to offset the serious nature of some people's beliefs. However, I guess maybe I should be more sensitive when replying when my mom is going to read the email...whether or not god cares about email jokes & profanity, my mother doesn't appreciate it. She called me an atheist. she also said that maybe it was my religious attitude that was bringing on my stomach problems. Here's my reply:

wow... god doesn't smite people while they are alive. he waits till they are dead. god doesn't give me a stomachache, he's busy inspiring George Bush's wars.

I am not an atheist, I never said I was. I have a problem with people's perspective on god. That's what I have come to realize. God doesn't hate us, I was just kidding. I just think that people use his name in vain... and I don't mean by saying "g-damnit" or "jesus f***ing christ"... god, in my opinion, couldn't care less about that kind of verbalization. I think the true meaning of "don't use the lord's name in vain" is this:
Don't declare war in the lord's name when you know you are really declaring it for money, oil, power, land, etc.

Really, what's worse? saying g-damnit, or saying god wants this war?
... think about that one.

More than finding out what god wants, I wanna figure out what the world needs. god'll be fine without my consideration for him. I am sure he'd rather have me focus on people on earth, who need things like peace and equality and food. I don't need to pray in church in front of people, I'll be religious on my own. I'm not perfect, but at least I don't stand before the nation or before my neighbors and pretend to be faithful and religious and then press buttons that release poor people's sons & daughters into the deserts in iraq to kill and be killed (for the good of my bank account and that of my friends & family).

why pray to god with people in church... the 'majority' of white christians voted for bush because they were against abortion and gay rights... not because they thought bush was a good leader. he put the seeds of fear into christian minds by stirring the coals on issues of gays and abortion. Those issues do not belong in political debate. politics, by definition, is the process of distributing goods and services to the masses. taxing is a right of government, spending is a right of government, legalizing or illegalizing abortion and limiting gay rights is not a right of government. I don't like abortion, but I don't think it's a voting issue. I am not gay; I certainly think gays should have all the rights the rest of us have. But I don't vote on that issue! The only people who logically include gay rights in their voting concerns are gay people. Christians came out to vote against gays and abortion, not for national security. So why do I not like religion? I think that's obvious now. Do I not like god? I like god just fine.

I just wish other people would stop using his g-damn name in vain.