This is a really quirky and well-written article about men and women and how we may be steered towards certain books and steered away from others. At the center of the article is this man's love of the book Twilight. Go to the link below and read the article and provide me with a response. This is Monday's "work" on top of the question of the day. Cool.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=104347311
Oh, and will someone please lend me a copy of the Twilight series? I want to read them this summer. Thanks!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Entertaining Website to Check Out
runpee.com is a site designed to help people know when they can leave a movie theater during a new flick. How entertaining! It's based on contributions from people who have seen the film's and can say what parts are non-essential to seeing the film as a whole. Very fun. Check it out!
Friday, May 29, 2009
My ears are ringing
I have a congenital hearing loss. My left ear is much worse than my right and yet I insist on using my left to talk on the phone. I think I may have lost some of the right ear's capacity to function tonight. Here I sit, outside of the theater, and the noise is excruciatingly loud. I'm not sure how the people in the room are enduring. But, perhaps it's all a generational thing. Wait, no. There were definately people my age when in high school that blasted things like Guns and Roses; I was just wasn't one of them. For instance, after last fall's New Kids on the Block concert (I was in the third row) I couldn't hear properly for at least a week. Is that the same for others? Do you accept the deafness as a benefit to the musical experience? Larry says that he can't hear high frequencies.
So, what it is? What volume do you like to hear your music at and why? Do you feel like listening to music loudly is a worthy sacrifice or some bands are better louder? What about concerts? Ever gone to one with ear plugs?
So, what it is? What volume do you like to hear your music at and why? Do you feel like listening to music loudly is a worthy sacrifice or some bands are better louder? What about concerts? Ever gone to one with ear plugs?
Movies in Literature Recent Work
Hello folks,
If you've been absent from Movies in Literature, I may have recommended you head to my blog and read the work you must complete. Please also remember that Wednesday is the last day to post blogs on your book (I'm seeking five per book) and that Friday is the last day to turn in your movie paper with your planned activity for the class. Unless you've spoken with me about an extension please do your very best to observe these deadlines.
Today's task: Come up with a list of 10 movies that include sex between consenting partners. Then, star those movies that include discussions about protection and individual's sexual histories. Circle the movies where sex occurs between two people in a loving committed relationship. What do the results of your quick film study say to you? What message do film's send about sex that is contrary to the sex education school's or families try to provide to young adults?
Then, take one of your starred movies and re-write or craft the scene so that the two individuals HAVE a smart, thoughtful discussion about sex.
Yesterday's discussion: Inspired by Casino Royale. Compose a tale where you are a secret agent. What are your means of intellect and skill? What adventures do you go on? Are you hardened, like Bond, to love and trust? Why have you been recruited and why did you choose the life of a spy?
For High Fidelity:
Create a top 5 list for the following topics- Songs, Friends, Learning experiences, lessons from High Fidelity, and go-to foods.
For post Fight Club
To your way of thinking, what is more damaging, physical or emotional violence and why? Which results in the longest lasting scars?
If you've been absent from Movies in Literature, I may have recommended you head to my blog and read the work you must complete. Please also remember that Wednesday is the last day to post blogs on your book (I'm seeking five per book) and that Friday is the last day to turn in your movie paper with your planned activity for the class. Unless you've spoken with me about an extension please do your very best to observe these deadlines.
Today's task: Come up with a list of 10 movies that include sex between consenting partners. Then, star those movies that include discussions about protection and individual's sexual histories. Circle the movies where sex occurs between two people in a loving committed relationship. What do the results of your quick film study say to you? What message do film's send about sex that is contrary to the sex education school's or families try to provide to young adults?
Then, take one of your starred movies and re-write or craft the scene so that the two individuals HAVE a smart, thoughtful discussion about sex.
Yesterday's discussion: Inspired by Casino Royale. Compose a tale where you are a secret agent. What are your means of intellect and skill? What adventures do you go on? Are you hardened, like Bond, to love and trust? Why have you been recruited and why did you choose the life of a spy?
For High Fidelity:
Create a top 5 list for the following topics- Songs, Friends, Learning experiences, lessons from High Fidelity, and go-to foods.
For post Fight Club
To your way of thinking, what is more damaging, physical or emotional violence and why? Which results in the longest lasting scars?
Friday, May 29th
I have a hectic weekend ahead of me and it begins with the Band Show tonight. I am hoping for a major turn out because we still need to try and cover the cost of the busses to Valleyfair. It also seems there's some lingering invoice for dinner theater which I didn't think existed. Nurts.
Well, I had some good fun reading blogs this morning, though it is mildly intriguing that someone not actually in class is blogging more than those present in school. Hmm. Odd. Anywho, here's another memoir from Becky... though I think I just heard Quinn move upstairs... wait for it...
The garage sale is tomorrow, by the way, so people should stop by Grace's place for some fun shopping.
Becky's Memoir for the day
He eats his cereal with water. That's right. Water. When he and Chris were younger, my Mom would mix up something gross made from powder because they were both allergic to milk. Nowadays, kids have soy milk and whatnot to substitute the cow's best, but in the 80's, that wasn't the case-- or at least my Mom wasn't in the loop. I've been more fortunate in the dairy dept and can pretty much eat and drink what I want, save the trip to Germany in high school where I consumed far too much ice cream and catapulted my body into lactose intolerance.
So his bowl is sitting in the sink. Cereal shards are floating in slightly brown water. Next to that bowl is a macaroni and cheese encrusted bowl that I have dutifully filled with water so it will appear to Luke like Matt was making an attempt to clean his dish. My brother has lived with Luke and I for the past 4 years. Before that, he also resided with us for a year or so. And then of course, there's the 16 of so years we shared a family home in Apple Valley before I bounced off to college and he remained home to finish high school. Oh, and there was also a 6 month stint where we shared a posh apartment in Apple Valley. I had this enormous room and we each had our own bathroom. Who knows why we picked that spot-- it's certainly wasn't budget friendly. Thankfully, that was only 6 month lease and once finished, Luke and I found a place in Burnsville.
Back to the bowls. My brother normally eats his cereal out of mixing bowls. He has a gigantic appetite and this insane metabolism that allows him to consume at will. As he's now 29, I don't know that it will ever slow down. In addition to consuming cereal in this fashion, he'll also eat ice cream this way. In my family, my mother makes this very delicious chocolate sauce for ice cream and she does this at every family event. She announces it like it is special, even though we all have come to expect it. Matt's technique with ice cream and the sauce is to generously pour sauce over the ice cream and then to whip and stir it until the ice cream is a smooth light brown color, evenly distributing the chocolate. He never fails to do this.
Matt's closet is 90% empty and still, outside of his bedroom there are two laundry baskets, his school bag, his bike rack and some other small basket or hamper. His room is remarkably messy and chances are his sheets are mangled on his bed. Somehow, he is a sleeper who wrenches sheets from a bed. For 5 months, a comforter I bought him for his birthday remained in it's sterile plastic packaging while he tried to fit in 6'2 frame under a single throw blanket. For the whole of his life, Matt has bounced his head to put himself to sleep. Once, when I was feeling rather evil and approximately 10 years old in age, I put my fist below his head while he was doing this. Not nice. As he aged, he switched to a single leg kicking the bed (him laying on his stomach). Something about the rhythm of the movement puts him to sleep.
Matt is the third child in our family. He is the only biological child. Chris and I were adopted first because my parents didn't think they could conceive and then, MAGIC, here comes Matt:) We all look very different from one another and my Mom's line has always been, "Don't my kids have an excellent family resemblance". At this point, we all roll our eyes with one another. Since last week afforded my mother a new crowd to work this line on- at Chris' wedding- there was a healthy amount of rolling of the eyes.
Alright... must end this for now. Must get ready for the school day. So, by the end of today, people should have posted the equivalent to 3-4 days of memoir writing or I think I said something like 700 words?? Right?
Question of the day: What kind and good thing will you do for the world and for yourself this weekend and what motivates that choice?
Well, I had some good fun reading blogs this morning, though it is mildly intriguing that someone not actually in class is blogging more than those present in school. Hmm. Odd. Anywho, here's another memoir from Becky... though I think I just heard Quinn move upstairs... wait for it...
The garage sale is tomorrow, by the way, so people should stop by Grace's place for some fun shopping.
Becky's Memoir for the day
He eats his cereal with water. That's right. Water. When he and Chris were younger, my Mom would mix up something gross made from powder because they were both allergic to milk. Nowadays, kids have soy milk and whatnot to substitute the cow's best, but in the 80's, that wasn't the case-- or at least my Mom wasn't in the loop. I've been more fortunate in the dairy dept and can pretty much eat and drink what I want, save the trip to Germany in high school where I consumed far too much ice cream and catapulted my body into lactose intolerance.
So his bowl is sitting in the sink. Cereal shards are floating in slightly brown water. Next to that bowl is a macaroni and cheese encrusted bowl that I have dutifully filled with water so it will appear to Luke like Matt was making an attempt to clean his dish. My brother has lived with Luke and I for the past 4 years. Before that, he also resided with us for a year or so. And then of course, there's the 16 of so years we shared a family home in Apple Valley before I bounced off to college and he remained home to finish high school. Oh, and there was also a 6 month stint where we shared a posh apartment in Apple Valley. I had this enormous room and we each had our own bathroom. Who knows why we picked that spot-- it's certainly wasn't budget friendly. Thankfully, that was only 6 month lease and once finished, Luke and I found a place in Burnsville.
Back to the bowls. My brother normally eats his cereal out of mixing bowls. He has a gigantic appetite and this insane metabolism that allows him to consume at will. As he's now 29, I don't know that it will ever slow down. In addition to consuming cereal in this fashion, he'll also eat ice cream this way. In my family, my mother makes this very delicious chocolate sauce for ice cream and she does this at every family event. She announces it like it is special, even though we all have come to expect it. Matt's technique with ice cream and the sauce is to generously pour sauce over the ice cream and then to whip and stir it until the ice cream is a smooth light brown color, evenly distributing the chocolate. He never fails to do this.
Matt's closet is 90% empty and still, outside of his bedroom there are two laundry baskets, his school bag, his bike rack and some other small basket or hamper. His room is remarkably messy and chances are his sheets are mangled on his bed. Somehow, he is a sleeper who wrenches sheets from a bed. For 5 months, a comforter I bought him for his birthday remained in it's sterile plastic packaging while he tried to fit in 6'2 frame under a single throw blanket. For the whole of his life, Matt has bounced his head to put himself to sleep. Once, when I was feeling rather evil and approximately 10 years old in age, I put my fist below his head while he was doing this. Not nice. As he aged, he switched to a single leg kicking the bed (him laying on his stomach). Something about the rhythm of the movement puts him to sleep.
Matt is the third child in our family. He is the only biological child. Chris and I were adopted first because my parents didn't think they could conceive and then, MAGIC, here comes Matt:) We all look very different from one another and my Mom's line has always been, "Don't my kids have an excellent family resemblance". At this point, we all roll our eyes with one another. Since last week afforded my mother a new crowd to work this line on- at Chris' wedding- there was a healthy amount of rolling of the eyes.
Alright... must end this for now. Must get ready for the school day. So, by the end of today, people should have posted the equivalent to 3-4 days of memoir writing or I think I said something like 700 words?? Right?
Question of the day: What kind and good thing will you do for the world and for yourself this weekend and what motivates that choice?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Back to School...err, Valleyfair
Well, I'm nearly back. After a wonderfully exhausting and busy weekend, capped off by a relaxing birthday and trip to the dentist, I have returned to Creative Arts for the final stretch. Yesterday, Caleb sent me a text to ask if I would sign student's forms today and I said yes, but then I realized that many students are NOT passing their English class with me. Sigh. And that filled my body with dread. For example, in this class, some students have gone a full week without posting anything- zilch, zippo, nothing. Not a response to a daily question, not the first memoir entry, not any of the Wikipedia work assigned last week and in some cases, no Flickr work at all. I am aghast, dismayed and sad for those students. To those students who actively choose not to work: I am worried for you. For those who are under duress or experiencing difficult times, I am hear to listen to help. For anyone in between, a conversation is absolutely necessary if you haven't been blogging. Today is day two of memoir writing. For those who remain at school, may it be fruitful and productive.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
There are three blogs to read for today. Here is a pic from my weekend at my brother's wedding. Quinn is dapper in his tux! The wedding was outdoors at Weddings of Wayzata and was a lovely affair! For more wedding pics, you can check out my flickr account
http://www.flickr.com/photos/beckyteaches/
See you tomorrow! Don't forget your Valleyfair money!
Oh, and tomorrow at midnight is the last moment I will accept Flickr projects.
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