The last day of 2008, and I'm all caught up. Don't hate me - its a curse. Just put the last page in my 2008 photo album, cleaned out my purse and finished off my reading journal. I like goals, and apparently so does George W. Bush, we share another thing in common, he also loves to read. Combining those two items (maybe our only shared traits) you end up with someone who likes to set reading goals. That's me!
In 1998 I started keeping a reading journal. I made up the rules and I strictly follow them. No book can be entered unless it is finished, if you skip a chapter (rarely done) then you must deduct the pages from the total page number. Yearly I get to add up all my pages, total books and get a average number of pages per book. I tend to average about 230 pages per book. I can read whatever I want, children's or scholarly but no books on tape. (If so I could amass an amazing about of books read each year). Being in school of course I don't get to select all the books I have to read, so there tends to be a theme at times.
I am almost finished with my second journal, need to make the decision tonight if I should try to cram 2009 into this journal or purchase a new one. When I finished the first one in 2004, I indexed the journal and broke down the book type into more detail. 196 books in total. The biggest categories were mystery (50), history (43), fiction/novel (40), Sci-Fi (34), Childrens (24), Science/Skeptic (20) and (12) non-fiction. Asimov was the leader in author count (25) followed by Agatha Christie (8). Curious what the end of the next journal will bring. Bet it will be overly full of history books.
So President Bush managed to read 40 books in 2008, 95 was his top count in 2006 (that year I read 31). I finished 2008 with 30 books, so sad the leader of the free world managed to get in 10 more books than I did. Guess that is what happens when someone else is always doing the driving. We both quit watching television so we could consentrate on our reading.
Here they are 2008's entries (in order, starting with January)
A Secret of the Universe: A Story of Love Loss, and the Discovery of an Eternal Truth - Stephen L. Gibson
The Golden Compass - Philip Pullman
The Subtle Knife: His Dark Materials Book II - Philip Pullman
The Amber Spyglass - Philip Pullman
The Prisoner - Thomas Disch
Martha Washington: An American Life - Patricia Brady
Founded Upon the Seas: A History of the Cayman Islands and Their People - Michael Craton
Fahrenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
Mary Chesnut's Civil War - Mary Chesnut
Letter to a Christian Nation - Sam Harris
Surly Your Joking, Mr. Feynman! Adventures of a Curious Character - Richard Feynman
Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife - Mary Roach
An Anthropologist on Mars - Oliver Sacks
The Trouble with Tom: The Strange Afterlife and Times of Thomas Paine - Paul Collins
The Horse and His Boy - C.S. Lewis
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader - C.S. Lewis
The Silver Chair - C.S. Lewis
The Magician's Nephew - C.S. Lewis
The Last Battle - C.S. Lewis
Philip of Spain - Henry Kamen
From Reliable Sources: An Introduction to Historial Methods - Martha Howell
The Mask of Nostradmus - James Randi
The Blessings of Liberty: A Concise History of the Constitution of the United States - Michael Benedict
Women Aren't Supposted to Fly: The Memoirs of a Female Flight Surgeon - Harriet Hall
A People's History of the Supreme Court: The Men and Women Whose Cases and Decisions have Shaped our Constitution - Peter Irons
Great Tales From English History - Robert Lacey
40 Days and 40 Nights: Darwin, Intelligent Design, God, Oxy Contin, and other Oddities on Trial in Pennsylania - Matthew Chapman
The Sky is Not the Limit: Adventures of an Urban Astrophysicist - Neil DeGrasse Tyson
The Strange Case of William Mumler: Spirit Photographer - Louis Kaplan
Desert Exile: The Uprooting of a Japanese-American Family - Yoshiko Uchida
My libary
Reading over the editoral (by Richard Cohen 12/30/08) about Bush's reading list I noticed the author, Cohen, mentioned that Bush's reading list shows a more complex man than the media portrays. His reading list also reveal's this about him, "they are not the reading of a widely read man, but instead the books of a man who seeks and seesvindication in every page. Bush has always been the captive of fixed ideas. His books just support that." And later Cohen writes, ". . . his books reflect a man who is seeking to learn what he already knows." I wonder what Cohen would say about me, someone he does not know. It is easier to judge someone whose life is an open book (sorry) and fit the analysis to the person, than it is to render judgement on a total stranger.
I know I felt it was time to re-read the Narnia series; also have been told repeatly to read the Pullman books (all children's books). Lots of history books in this list, but only some are required reading, the rest were just interesting to me. Several books on this list I picked up at TAM6 and had autographed, so really wanted to read them.
My stack of unread books seems to grow monthly. The school books for next semester are starting to arrive. When it is time to start the next book I look at my stacks, and the stacks look at me, finally the next book is selected. Best of luck to 2009.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
December 18th ~ Grandmother Day
Once in a while something odd happens to make you think. And if I were as gullible as I was as a teenager I would probably freak out over this next story. December 18th is my special Grandmother Day. I am the only one who puts any thought into this day at all.
On this day in 1
925, my mom's mom, Myrtle Nora Finley Dale died of TB. My mom barely remembered her as she was only 3 years old. Here is the video of my mom telling the story. I recorded this video Nov 2, 2007 on my mom's 85th birthday. With my mom's death Aug 6, 2008 all of Myrtle's children are dead. I suppose once in a while one of the grandchildren or even great-grandchildren might think of Myrtle, probably my cousin Rebbecca as she very sentimental about family and family objects. Myrtle's sister Willie married my grandfather and went on to have 5 more children, 3 of whom are still alive, and will be for many years as they are much younger than my mom was.
I know almost nothing about Myrtle, this is the only picture we have of her that I know of She resembles my mother and myself a bit. I suppose she had red hair and blue eyes like my mom did.
Next in the line of deaths only on December 18, 1954 (?) this time in Northern Ohio. Mary Skufsa Gerbic, born in Slovenia a former part of Yugoslavia. I have tried to find out more about my grandmother, Mary but she has been elusive as Myrtle has been.
I have a few pictures of Mary (this is her on the left) she is sitting with her granddaughter, my older sister Toni. The other woman is Toni's other grandmother.
I have heard quite a few stories about my grandmother, almost none of them pleasant. She spoke almost no English, drank a lot and was a lot of trouble for my father and his brother Victor. My dad didn't talk much about her, I remember him telling me that where she grew up it was so cold she used to sleep on top of the stove. When my father left for WWII he left behind a pregnant wife (the baby in the picture) and his mother. He moved to Salinas, CA (for reasons left for another blog) and almost never saw his mother again. I think he sent her money, they did write a bit, and my sister Mary is named for her. But I think it ends there.
Neither of these women had a good life, both lived a life of poverty, and I would expect very little education. I can only speculate on how different their lives would be if they lived now.
Now it gets a little weirder, enter Lillian Dahlberg Forsyth. She is my husband's (now ex) grandmother (on his father's side), from Connecittut. She lived here in town near us and we saw quite a bit of her. She had been a widow for many years when I met her, and also from a different world. Formal, Victorian, and delicate I could not picture her as young and exciting. I have all the family portraits (dated and organized) and know just what I can derive from the photos, newspaper clippings and family stories.
I include here two portraits I have of her, out of the many I have. She had an odd sense of humor, and would surprise us with her wit at times. I remember my husband telling me that she drove only one speed. 40 freeway or school zone. When he got her car, from the 60's it was in perfect shape and only had about 30K miles on it. Lillian volenteered at Salinas's two hospitals as a aid in the reception area. I can't quite remember how many hours, but it was over 1,000 hours. When she died on Dec 18, 1996 she was 89.
Lets just add another death of a grandmother to make things interesting. I was telling this story to Butch's mom and stepdad, when he went into another room and came back with the death certificate for his mom. You guessed it Dec. 18th. I think it was in 2000 as it was after Lillian but before my husband left me in 2002. I had met her a couple times, and no I don't have a picture. But I do have several letters and cards from her as she was quite a writer and I sent her pictures of my kids regulary. Her name escapes me at the moment (when I remember it I will update this) Her son (the stepdad I mentioned) had taken care of her in her elderly years, they had a nice apartment set up nearby them and would visit her daily. I remember going over with them on a visit (this was Carson City, NV) the room was very dark, I think she was nearly blind and didn't bother with lights. She was so sweet and very welcoming.
She worked for the government during WWII, not sure what but her son said she could not talk about it. He was her adopted son I found out later when after her death he tried to sell the family portraits to antique shops. They must have been a well-to-do family with lots of children. He said that he was the last and he didn't want all those pictures. I think he kept a few for himself but all the rest are gone.
If you have made it this far and think, WOW that is errie all of them died on the same day. It really isn't all that odd. If you think there is more to it than that then you are practicing retrofitting. This is when you already have the answer and try to find a link. The next two women who died, Betty DeBrouwer (my husband's other grandmother) didn't die on Dec. 18th, nor did my mother (who was a grandmother also).
So December 18th is my special day to remember these women whom I didn't know and imagine the day will come when I will join them. Maybe it will be Dec. 18th? Just not this year PLEASE!
On this day in 1
925, my mom's mom, Myrtle Nora Finley Dale died of TB. My mom barely remembered her as she was only 3 years old. Here is the video of my mom telling the story. I recorded this video Nov 2, 2007 on my mom's 85th birthday. With my mom's death Aug 6, 2008 all of Myrtle's children are dead. I suppose once in a while one of the grandchildren or even great-grandchildren might think of Myrtle, probably my cousin Rebbecca as she very sentimental about family and family objects. Myrtle's sister Willie married my grandfather and went on to have 5 more children, 3 of whom are still alive, and will be for many years as they are much younger than my mom was.I know almost nothing about Myrtle, this is the only picture we have of her that I know of She resembles my mother and myself a bit. I suppose she had red hair and blue eyes like my mom did.
Next in the line of deaths only on December 18, 1954 (?) this time in Northern Ohio. Mary Skufsa Gerbic, born in Slovenia a former part of Yugoslavia. I have tried to find out more about my grandmother, Mary but she has been elusive as Myrtle has been.
I have a few pictures of Mary (this is her on the left) she is sitting with her granddaughter, my older sister Toni. The other woman is Toni's other grandmother. I have heard quite a few stories about my grandmother, almost none of them pleasant. She spoke almost no English, drank a lot and was a lot of trouble for my father and his brother Victor. My dad didn't talk much about her, I remember him telling me that where she grew up it was so cold she used to sleep on top of the stove. When my father left for WWII he left behind a pregnant wife (the baby in the picture) and his mother. He moved to Salinas, CA (for reasons left for another blog) and almost never saw his mother again. I think he sent her money, they did write a bit, and my sister Mary is named for her. But I think it ends there.
Neither of these women had a good life, both lived a life of poverty, and I would expect very little education. I can only speculate on how different their lives would be if they lived now.
Now it gets a little weirder, enter Lillian Dahlberg Forsyth. She is my husband's (now ex) grandmother (on his father's side), from Connecittut. She lived here in town near us and we saw quite a bit of her. She had been a widow for many years when I met her, and also from a different world. Formal, Victorian, and delicate I could not picture her as young and exciting. I have all the family portraits (dated and organized) and know just what I can derive from the photos, newspaper clippings and family stories.
I include here two portraits I have of her, out of the many I have. She had an odd sense of humor, and would surprise us with her wit at times. I remember my husband telling me that she drove only one speed. 40 freeway or school zone. When he got her car, from the 60's it was in perfect shape and only had about 30K miles on it. Lillian volenteered at Salinas's two hospitals as a aid in the reception area. I can't quite remember how many hours, but it was over 1,000 hours. When she died on Dec 18, 1996 she was 89.
Lets just add another death of a grandmother to make things interesting. I was telling this story to Butch's mom and stepdad, when he went into another room and came back with the death certificate for his mom. You guessed it Dec. 18th. I think it was in 2000 as it was after Lillian but before my husband left me in 2002. I had met her a couple times, and no I don't have a picture. But I do have several letters and cards from her as she was quite a writer and I sent her pictures of my kids regulary. Her name escapes me at the moment (when I remember it I will update this) Her son (the stepdad I mentioned) had taken care of her in her elderly years, they had a nice apartment set up nearby them and would visit her daily. I remember going over with them on a visit (this was Carson City, NV) the room was very dark, I think she was nearly blind and didn't bother with lights. She was so sweet and very welcoming.
She worked for the government during WWII, not sure what but her son said she could not talk about it. He was her adopted son I found out later when after her death he tried to sell the family portraits to antique shops. They must have been a well-to-do family with lots of children. He said that he was the last and he didn't want all those pictures. I think he kept a few for himself but all the rest are gone.
If you have made it this far and think, WOW that is errie all of them died on the same day. It really isn't all that odd. If you think there is more to it than that then you are practicing retrofitting. This is when you already have the answer and try to find a link. The next two women who died, Betty DeBrouwer (my husband's other grandmother) didn't die on Dec. 18th, nor did my mother (who was a grandmother also).
So December 18th is my special day to remember these women whom I didn't know and imagine the day will come when I will join them. Maybe it will be Dec. 18th? Just not this year PLEASE!
Monday, December 15, 2008
School End
Just finished my last final! What a relief, all you students out there know exactly what I'm feeling right now. Don't get me wrong, I love school. But there comes a time when you are more than ready for it to be over.
Took two classes this semester (Fall 2008) both at San Jose State, and both fulfill requirements for my goal of a Master's degree in American History.
The first class is Methodology, it is also my first Graduate level class. The professor focuses on things we should know to make it though the program, and even though I have taken many undergrad classes (5 at SJSU) I learned tons. She taught us how to evaluate lots of different kinds of primary sources, like movies, book reviews, foreign works, fictional stories and the like.
She also taught us how to really read a scholarly work and get a lot out of it. If I might summarize for a moment . . . All to be done before reading the book like normal
*Really look over the book over, read the cover, the dedication, the reviews, everything. Look at the picture that is chosen for the front page, why was it chosen?
*Look at the index and see if certain names or phrases keep recurring (actually this was my idea) if you see a pattern or the same name indexed you might want to Google it and get some background on this person/place or thing so you will understand it when the book you are reading refers to it.
*Read the introduction, maybe twice. Find the purpose of the book. Who is the author mad at? (this occurs more than you think) What niche does the author think their book is filling? Who does the author think the reader is? What is the thesis statement? (write this down as you might change your mind as you read the book)
*Look through the table of contents, what is the tone of the book? You can tell lots from chapter headings.
*Read reviews about the book (she didn't want us doing this at this point as she didn't want us to be influenced while we were learning)
*Read the conclusion. Yes, I know a big no-no normally. But these are history books, we already know what happened. The author should restate the thesis and wind it all up here.
Once you have done all this, and made notes while doing it, you can proceed with the book. I know this seems like a lot, but you will gain so much more knowledge about what you are reading this way. It will also stay with you longer, and you have notes for later.
As I proceed with my Masters we spend lots of time reading books, and writing essays using only primary sources. I think if I had heard this advise years ago (and taken it to heart) I would be so much farther along with my knowledge.
The assignment for this class was to use primary sources to find and discuss nationalism. We could be very vague with the topic. Listening to my fellow students they were very varied, Jane Austin, 9/11, Chinese Olympic torch bearers, Malcom X, Greek, Baseball ect . . . All very interesting.
I reviewed the Macon Daily Telegraph from Georgia from Jan 1 - Jan 16, 1865. I figured they were about to lose and most people knew this. Lincoln had just been reelected, Sherman and friends had marched to the sea and the government was discussing arming black slaves to fight for them offering them their freedom if they did. So this was a very very low point for the Confederates. I reviewed what the editor was publishing in his paper. Quite a mix, some positive, some attacking the South for not getting along. Some articles were just bragging about their wins, and downplaying the loses. The editor seems to have been trying to hide how bad it really was, but reading between the lines you could tell they were totally demoralized.
Very interesting topic, wish I were a better writer to do it justice.
Took two classes this semester (Fall 2008) both at San Jose State, and both fulfill requirements for my goal of a Master's degree in American History.
The first class is Methodology, it is also my first Graduate level class. The professor focuses on things we should know to make it though the program, and even though I have taken many undergrad classes (5 at SJSU) I learned tons. She taught us how to evaluate lots of different kinds of primary sources, like movies, book reviews, foreign works, fictional stories and the like.
She also taught us how to really read a scholarly work and get a lot out of it. If I might summarize for a moment . . . All to be done before reading the book like normal
*Really look over the book over, read the cover, the dedication, the reviews, everything. Look at the picture that is chosen for the front page, why was it chosen?
*Look at the index and see if certain names or phrases keep recurring (actually this was my idea) if you see a pattern or the same name indexed you might want to Google it and get some background on this person/place or thing so you will understand it when the book you are reading refers to it.
*Read the introduction, maybe twice. Find the purpose of the book. Who is the author mad at? (this occurs more than you think) What niche does the author think their book is filling? Who does the author think the reader is? What is the thesis statement? (write this down as you might change your mind as you read the book)
*Look through the table of contents, what is the tone of the book? You can tell lots from chapter headings.
*Read reviews about the book (she didn't want us doing this at this point as she didn't want us to be influenced while we were learning)
*Read the conclusion. Yes, I know a big no-no normally. But these are history books, we already know what happened. The author should restate the thesis and wind it all up here.
Once you have done all this, and made notes while doing it, you can proceed with the book. I know this seems like a lot, but you will gain so much more knowledge about what you are reading this way. It will also stay with you longer, and you have notes for later.
As I proceed with my Masters we spend lots of time reading books, and writing essays using only primary sources. I think if I had heard this advise years ago (and taken it to heart) I would be so much farther along with my knowledge.
The assignment for this class was to use primary sources to find and discuss nationalism. We could be very vague with the topic. Listening to my fellow students they were very varied, Jane Austin, 9/11, Chinese Olympic torch bearers, Malcom X, Greek, Baseball ect . . . All very interesting.
I reviewed the Macon Daily Telegraph from Georgia from Jan 1 - Jan 16, 1865. I figured they were about to lose and most people knew this. Lincoln had just been reelected, Sherman and friends had marched to the sea and the government was discussing arming black slaves to fight for them offering them their freedom if they did. So this was a very very low point for the Confederates. I reviewed what the editor was publishing in his paper. Quite a mix, some positive, some attacking the South for not getting along. Some articles were just bragging about their wins, and downplaying the loses. The editor seems to have been trying to hide how bad it really was, but reading between the lines you could tell they were totally demoralized.
Very interesting topic, wish I were a better writer to do it justice.
Family Christmas Portrait 2008
Welcome to my Christmas Family Portrait
As you may or may not know, this is not my living room but my work. I am a professional portrait photographer and this is all a backdrop, some of the other studio managers and I discovered that this background stage allows us to "personalize" the portrait in ways we have never been able to before.
There is a lot of detail in this portrait that you might not notice otherwise.
With my mom's death Aug 6th, I have been depressed to the point where I don't feel up to celebrating holidays, more that I just don't want to fuss. Last Christmas we went to a lot of trouble to make it a fun Christmas for her. We invited the whole neighborhood over for a coffee and cookies party. (more on that later) The past two years we have included mom in the Christmas greeting cards and this year I didn't want to exclude her. So I managed to get her in this picture.
On the fireplace mantel you might notice a few framed portraits. On the left side is my favorite Christmas portrait of the boys, Caspain is 3 and a half, Stirling is about 11 months old. I just love this picture and it along with most of these pictures are on my fireplace mantle at home. Next to this one is a family picture that was in my mom's home. I am the littlest one on the far left side, my sister Mary is standing in the back, brother on the right, mom and dad sitting down. My mom and dad are next in a formal portrait in the middle, taken in the late 70's it is another one of my favorites. On the top right side is a picture of Mike and his daughter Malena at her graduation from college. Under that picture is one of my dad on the way to Arkansas in the 50's. He has the engine hood up and he is filling up the raidatior with water, apparently this was something that had to be done every few hundred miles.
There are two wood toys my dad made in this picture, behind Mike's head is a frog, and on the floor beside me is a dog. I love these toys, dad would putter away in his shop for hours working on this and that. Sometimes he would come out with something cute like these. I have others that he has made and cherish them all.
Now we come to the quilts. The famous YouTube "Boy Quilt" is near Caspian, and the other she gave me is on the left side. I really like this one because of all the blues and the fabric choices. She even has flannel in it, that quilt never made an interview so I don't know when she made it, though I can't remember ever seeing her work on it. I do know it is a string quilt that is just a mix match of whatever you have lying around. The "Boy Quilt" mom made before she left Arkansas sometime in the 1940's or before.
You will notice from the picture where I am sitting on the floor, I am wearing two different socks. This is a typical day for me as is all the black my family is wearing. Caspian has several mechanical pencils in his pocket, again this is typical of him. Don't know why he needs several exact ones, seems like he should have a pen in there as well but he doesn't.
What is missing from the picture are two Christmas stockings hanging by the fireplace. I made these years ago for the boys, and they each took a couple years to make. Ma
ry did all the finish sewing and I love her for that as they came out beautiful. During the rest of the year they are kept in the fire safe, that's how precious they are to me.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Why do Socks have to Match?
Conventionalism beware! The following is a public message to all those who just can't grasp the idea of someone wearing two mismatching socks. Not no subtle dark brown/dark blue matches either, comfortably hidden in high top shoes. I'm talking about neon green with sea creatures on my left foot and bright red with little pink hearts on the right (I'm looking under the desk now).
Just want to publicly state my reasons, mainly so I can say "I just blogged about that last week" I love the way that sounds. Like tea drinkers, who use china cups and you get that delicate clinking noise when they touch cup to saucer, I love that sound. Anyway, I think I should clarify my reasons here on my blog.
The Back Story
It started out when my studio went digital over 2 years ago. Photographers (I was the main one) needed to wear only socks as they walked over massive backgrounds all day long. Our trainer insisted that dress code would be black everything from this day forward, and that meant black socks also. I had already purchased a bunch of colorful socks from JCP and planned on wearing them though the upcoming Christmas season. She looked me right in the eye, while chomping on yet another piece of gum, and said "take them off". Okay, I thought she is only hear for a day or two more, I can handle it, I'm the manager here and I don't feel like I need to make a stand on this issue when she will be soon gone. I so badly wanted to say, "I'll change my socks if you stop chewing gum while working" which I find far more distracting and don't allow during work hours.
So the trainer left and I wore my funny socks, then I started getting holes in some of them, but had grown attached to them. I tried to repair them, but they didn't feel right. So I would started trying to "match" them both pastels or both bright colors, or maybe the same theme.
After I got comfortable with that, I started letting it all go and matched them as opposite as possible. I also noted some of my employees really could not stand it, and rolled their eyes. But, hey I'm the boss!
So now I am totally out, I am a freer person person because of it, kinda like I am letting people know I don't have a problem being silly. Some people think I am intimidating, and maybe sometimes I am, but then again maybe I'm not.
I put up a 20x24 family portrait up at work, I am sitting on the floor right in front with my oddly mismatched socks on, the comments have been all positive. People think it is funny and say, "that's you alright".
They say you can find anything on the Internet, maybe if I bothered to look I would find a support group for people like me? I think the best answer for me is, why should I throw out a perfectly good sock?
Just want to publicly state my reasons, mainly so I can say "I just blogged about that last week" I love the way that sounds. Like tea drinkers, who use china cups and you get that delicate clinking noise when they touch cup to saucer, I love that sound. Anyway, I think I should clarify my reasons here on my blog.
The Back Story
It started out when my studio went digital over 2 years ago. Photographers (I was the main one) needed to wear only socks as they walked over massive backgrounds all day long. Our trainer insisted that dress code would be black everything from this day forward, and that meant black socks also. I had already purchased a bunch of colorful socks from JCP and planned on wearing them though the upcoming Christmas season. She looked me right in the eye, while chomping on yet another piece of gum, and said "take them off". Okay, I thought she is only hear for a day or two more, I can handle it, I'm the manager here and I don't feel like I need to make a stand on this issue when she will be soon gone. I so badly wanted to say, "I'll change my socks if you stop chewing gum while working" which I find far more distracting and don't allow during work hours.
So the trainer left and I wore my funny socks, then I started getting holes in some of them, but had grown attached to them. I tried to repair them, but they didn't feel right. So I would started trying to "match" them both pastels or both bright colors, or maybe the same theme.
After I got comfortable with that, I started letting it all go and matched them as opposite as possible. I also noted some of my employees really could not stand it, and rolled their eyes. But, hey I'm the boss!
So now I am totally out, I am a freer person person because of it, kinda like I am letting people know I don't have a problem being silly. Some people think I am intimidating, and maybe sometimes I am, but then again maybe I'm not.
I put up a 20x24 family portrait up at work, I am sitting on the floor right in front with my oddly mismatched socks on, the comments have been all positive. People think it is funny and say, "that's you alright".
They say you can find anything on the Internet, maybe if I bothered to look I would find a support group for people like me? I think the best answer for me is, why should I throw out a perfectly good sock?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Mom was right - again (Math Problems)
Thinking over my last 26+ years with easy access to cash registers and calculators I've recently learned I am losing my math skills. I've wondered why my employees write down ridiculous numbers on our very important paperwork, numbers that with any thought could never be correct. Yesterday I asked my associate Darlene what 61 minus 5 was. And I sat there waiting for her to give me an answer because a calculator was not at hand. She thought about it for a minute then gave me 3 different answers, the third one was correct.
Math class was never my favorite in high school, I vaguely remember class, I seem to remember I was always in a fog as to what was going on in class. I was probably thinking about boys or how to become popular or some such thing. This all started in 4th (I think) grade when I was sick for a week, I came back not knowing what the teacher was talking about, I know I skipped something important. (I think it was 7 & 8 multiplies cause I never learned them)
At Hartnell (Jr. College) I did pretty good in algebra, that is until I hit advanced algebra where I lost it with logarithms and imaginary numbers (how do we know they are there?). I liked the logic of algebra, the rules and the neat writing and rewriting of numbers with a sharp pencil and white lined paper.
Then came word problems, adding the Johnny and Susie element with apples and trains traveling towards and away from each other only confused me. Leave it at just numbers and I was fine, add the real world to the mix and that was the end of it for me, I couldn't even begin to think how to solve the problem.
Which comes to now, why do I need a calculator to solve a easy subtraction problem? Do I hear my mother rolling over in her grave? Yes that is what I hear! I teased my mom about pulling out a pencil and paper to add/subtract/divide and multiply her Avon numbers, I said, "Mom we have calculators now." She would ignore me and keep on with her stack of numbers on top of numbers, lines and symbols. I would pull out the calculator (my first needed AA batteries) and would solve the problem in a flash. She just kept ignoring me and when she finished she would say that she just checked the calculator and it got it right. How stupid and behind the times she seemed.
That was then, now I know she was right. I have nearly lost the ability to do even the simple math on paper. Asimov had written about this very same social condition in one of his short stories, computers that think take over mankind. When finally a lone man figures out how to use "art sticks" on "art paper" to solve equations. The machines can't see the paper and will not be able to stop humans in their effort to take back society. The man ends up showing this "math" to the military who are impressed, then end up killing him to keep society from knowing this secret.
I am starting to not think about the process of how we get the end result, they are just numbers typed into the calculator and a end number pops up. To many of my employees the end number is just that, an end number they don't think much of. What it means is irrelevant, it is just the answer they got, even if the answer is crazy and impossible it is the number they got.
I think I need to rethink numbers, and the old-fashioned ways of my mother. She lived to be almost 86, her math skills never abated. I think I have a new skill to relearn.
Susan
Math class was never my favorite in high school, I vaguely remember class, I seem to remember I was always in a fog as to what was going on in class. I was probably thinking about boys or how to become popular or some such thing. This all started in 4th (I think) grade when I was sick for a week, I came back not knowing what the teacher was talking about, I know I skipped something important. (I think it was 7 & 8 multiplies cause I never learned them)
At Hartnell (Jr. College) I did pretty good in algebra, that is until I hit advanced algebra where I lost it with logarithms and imaginary numbers (how do we know they are there?). I liked the logic of algebra, the rules and the neat writing and rewriting of numbers with a sharp pencil and white lined paper.
Then came word problems, adding the Johnny and Susie element with apples and trains traveling towards and away from each other only confused me. Leave it at just numbers and I was fine, add the real world to the mix and that was the end of it for me, I couldn't even begin to think how to solve the problem.
Which comes to now, why do I need a calculator to solve a easy subtraction problem? Do I hear my mother rolling over in her grave? Yes that is what I hear! I teased my mom about pulling out a pencil and paper to add/subtract/divide and multiply her Avon numbers, I said, "Mom we have calculators now." She would ignore me and keep on with her stack of numbers on top of numbers, lines and symbols. I would pull out the calculator (my first needed AA batteries) and would solve the problem in a flash. She just kept ignoring me and when she finished she would say that she just checked the calculator and it got it right. How stupid and behind the times she seemed.
That was then, now I know she was right. I have nearly lost the ability to do even the simple math on paper. Asimov had written about this very same social condition in one of his short stories, computers that think take over mankind. When finally a lone man figures out how to use "art sticks" on "art paper" to solve equations. The machines can't see the paper and will not be able to stop humans in their effort to take back society. The man ends up showing this "math" to the military who are impressed, then end up killing him to keep society from knowing this secret.
I am starting to not think about the process of how we get the end result, they are just numbers typed into the calculator and a end number pops up. To many of my employees the end number is just that, an end number they don't think much of. What it means is irrelevant, it is just the answer they got, even if the answer is crazy and impossible it is the number they got.
I think I need to rethink numbers, and the old-fashioned ways of my mother. She lived to be almost 86, her math skills never abated. I think I have a new skill to relearn.
Susan
Sunday, April 20, 2008
In the Beginning
Wow, a chance to express myself! I can pretend people from all over the world are waiting with bated breath for my next entry. 2007 was a great year for me, very introspective, I turned 45 August 2007 and sat down and had a great conversation with myself. My goal in 2007, to become more tech advanced. Kinda vague goal, but hey, I'm making the rules so I only have to please me. Well I did it, I purchased an I-pod, learned how to download to it, and all about podcasts, Digg site, Blogs, Forums ect... I done good.
Now it is April 2008, have I set goals? Besides the eternal "Lose Weight" goal most of America has, I wanted to learn more. I've kept up the tech stuff, I learn something new all the time. I am becoming more and more visual in the Internet community, no MySpace or Facebook, and that isn't likely to happen anytime soon.
Learning = reading in my book (ha ha) and Spring 2008 has seen over a thousand pages into my goal. I'm on book 10 so far, April 2006 I was on book 5, and April 2007 on book 12. So I need to get on it.
The big goal I set for myself "All 50 states before I'm 50" is well on its way to becoming fact. Very disappointed that I did not take advantage of my company sending me to Minn last summer and crossing North and South Dakota off my list. I thought that I would be able to do it in 2008, but it looks like they are sending me instead to Southern CA for regional meetings. Wow...
Would love to take a Mississippi riverboat cruise and then cross off Louisiana and Mississippi on the list. Just can't afford it right now. States remaining...
North Dakota
South Dakota
Mississippi
Louisiana
West Virginia
Maine
Michigan
New Hampshire
Alabama
Connecticut
Massachusetts
Vermont
Rhode Island
Not bad so far.
Susan
Now it is April 2008, have I set goals? Besides the eternal "Lose Weight" goal most of America has, I wanted to learn more. I've kept up the tech stuff, I learn something new all the time. I am becoming more and more visual in the Internet community, no MySpace or Facebook, and that isn't likely to happen anytime soon.
Learning = reading in my book (ha ha) and Spring 2008 has seen over a thousand pages into my goal. I'm on book 10 so far, April 2006 I was on book 5, and April 2007 on book 12. So I need to get on it.
The big goal I set for myself "All 50 states before I'm 50" is well on its way to becoming fact. Very disappointed that I did not take advantage of my company sending me to Minn last summer and crossing North and South Dakota off my list. I thought that I would be able to do it in 2008, but it looks like they are sending me instead to Southern CA for regional meetings. Wow...
Would love to take a Mississippi riverboat cruise and then cross off Louisiana and Mississippi on the list. Just can't afford it right now. States remaining...
North Dakota
South Dakota
Mississippi
Louisiana
West Virginia
Maine
Michigan
New Hampshire
Alabama
Connecticut
Massachusetts
Vermont
Rhode Island
Not bad so far.
Susan
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