I was inspired by a friend to create this. Boo, even
my writing has been taken over by one very small, yet
powerful word. At least Mando is in there.... somewhere.
11.25.2008
Wordidle
11.20.2008
gypsi emos
Flamenco.
I've been studying it in my Spanish dance class, she's been trying to help us relate. It's not just dancing, it's feeling, testifying, it's introverted in that you are dancing more for your self than the audience. To bring it home she 'likened it unto" a testimony, where you speak for other to hear, but honestly it's more for yourself, your listening, feeling, and then all of a sudden you're on your on feet, speaking.
Like a flamenco cafe, your listening to the singers, acting out rhythms with various pal mas, or hand claps, you're feeling the emotions of the song and then, all of a sudden, you're sharing your on the floor, speaking with your feet.
It's incredibly powerful, honest, seductive, beautiful and elegant. I'm in love with this style of dance.
The dancing originated from the Spanish gypsyies, their songs were full of mourning, of loss, they were a lower class and their dance reflected their songs. Just as Spain was searching for their national dance, the gypsy dancers were gaining popularity by the locals. The government took these gypsy movements and refined them in flamenco schools. Now these emotional gypsy dances are performed all over Spain in flamenco dance cafe's.
thank you to the emo's of Spain for this beautiful style of dance.
I've been studying it in my Spanish dance class, she's been trying to help us relate. It's not just dancing, it's feeling, testifying, it's introverted in that you are dancing more for your self than the audience. To bring it home she 'likened it unto" a testimony, where you speak for other to hear, but honestly it's more for yourself, your listening, feeling, and then all of a sudden you're on your on feet, speaking.
Like a flamenco cafe, your listening to the singers, acting out rhythms with various pal mas, or hand claps, you're feeling the emotions of the song and then, all of a sudden, you're sharing your on the floor, speaking with your feet.
It's incredibly powerful, honest, seductive, beautiful and elegant. I'm in love with this style of dance.
The dancing originated from the Spanish gypsyies, their songs were full of mourning, of loss, they were a lower class and their dance reflected their songs. Just as Spain was searching for their national dance, the gypsy dancers were gaining popularity by the locals. The government took these gypsy movements and refined them in flamenco schools. Now these emotional gypsy dances are performed all over Spain in flamenco dance cafe's.
thank you to the emo's of Spain for this beautiful style of dance.
AS SEEN ON (and heard in) THE TALMAGE
I'm sorry if you don't get these... they're math jokes mostly, or else funny because of the people who said them. I love my math nerd friends. We're all weird, and its ok.
-We do it because it's truth. heard
-Said by a girl, about a boy she kinda has a thing for...."We just couldn't get past the bijection, he didn't know how to define it."
-Said by a girl, about a boy she kinda has a thing for...."We just couldn't get past the bijection, he didn't know how to define it."
-"I'm tempted to define that." "Tempted beyond reason?" "Since when does reason play into math??"
-found in a math text "duplicating the precise function within the limits specified would be AWKWARD." yes that word really was in a math book. happiness.
-Isn't it funny how I can't even tell you what number theory is about... and you're a math major!!!... wait let me try. the theory of numbers, like primes, and stuff. proofs, ya proofs. uh, we suck.
-I hate teenagers, why do i want to teach them again?
-They say Mathematic and Physics majors outscore every other major on the LSAT, what they forgot to tell you was the suicide rate in those majors... it the Math Lab a lone it's 20% mortality rate!!
and there you have it, why I haven't posted in the last bit. Math, oh and this, I've been keeping it up as well. la la la.
-Isn't it funny how I can't even tell you what number theory is about... and you're a math major!!!... wait let me try. the theory of numbers, like primes, and stuff. proofs, ya proofs. uh, we suck.
-I hate teenagers, why do i want to teach them again?
-They say Mathematic and Physics majors outscore every other major on the LSAT, what they forgot to tell you was the suicide rate in those majors... it the Math Lab a lone it's 20% mortality rate!!
and there you have it, why I haven't posted in the last bit. Math, oh and this, I've been keeping it up as well. la la la.
11.13.2008
Sister, Sister
I've never had sisters like this. I'm 7 and 10 years older than my sisters, so I was more of a mom anyway. It's fun to see them grow up, and I love them dearly. I feel so lucky to have two more to love.
Last night the sisters came over to share in domestication. We made banana bread and told boy stories.
These crazy redheads make me smile.
One is into everything active, be it cycling, horse back riding, swimming, running, cliff diving or free falling. Talk about sucking the marrow of life out of a crazy straw, a crazy straw with a parachute. I liked her instantly. I remember the first time I met her, mando player and I were not even dating yet. He was over, and she came boundingg in the door and down the stairs to pick up her beloved brother for an afternoon of finals free skiing. It was insta friend, and from then on we called each other sister, even when things were a little shaky with her brother and I. She makes you feel good about yourself, so quickly. Why? Because she's good. Always thinking about someone else, quietly running service organizations and leaving goodies on random doorsteps. I aspire to be more like her when I grow up. Her papers are in and it's a strange thing to watch, knowing it was a goal I postponed for a few family raising years. She also studies hard, another thing i'll do when i grow up :) She just glowes, beauty, true beauty. She's studying to become a nurse, like the one she was named for, her kindness and goodness is perfect for the profession, and her crazy energy will have all the patients smiling. I love that girl. All smiles, that's her.
And two. It took me longer to get to know her, she's gorgeous, I mean really, red hair never looked so good, and her man knows it. And no that's not mando player, although at first glance you might wonder:) Its something I love about this crazy family, they love each other, sibling ties will keep that family going through any storm. Two works in flower shops, aces math tests, and makes us all laugh with her ridiculous stories of tu-tu wearing zombies, and ice skating heroics.
We bonded getting ready one morning, lamenting the ever present, and ever ridiculous pressure to get ready, showering happens of necessity, and it is postponed when ever possible, simplify, that's our creed. I was glad to have a crime in hygiene. It's just easier to add more bobbypins and spray grapefruity-licious-smell-good-stuff. She pulls off short hats better than anyone I know, and honestly could do anything she wanted. She's not afraid to be herself, and I love that, and she has a deep sense of loyalty. You can see it in the way she loves, the way she finds good in those she's around. I feel better being around her. She makes me smile too.
Luv Luv Luv. Sisters. who knew it could get this good?
Last night the sisters came over to share in domestication. We made banana bread and told boy stories.
These crazy redheads make me smile.
One is into everything active, be it cycling, horse back riding, swimming, running, cliff diving or free falling. Talk about sucking the marrow of life out of a crazy straw, a crazy straw with a parachute. I liked her instantly. I remember the first time I met her, mando player and I were not even dating yet. He was over, and she came boundingg in the door and down the stairs to pick up her beloved brother for an afternoon of finals free skiing. It was insta friend, and from then on we called each other sister, even when things were a little shaky with her brother and I. She makes you feel good about yourself, so quickly. Why? Because she's good. Always thinking about someone else, quietly running service organizations and leaving goodies on random doorsteps. I aspire to be more like her when I grow up. Her papers are in and it's a strange thing to watch, knowing it was a goal I postponed for a few family raising years. She also studies hard, another thing i'll do when i grow up :) She just glowes, beauty, true beauty. She's studying to become a nurse, like the one she was named for, her kindness and goodness is perfect for the profession, and her crazy energy will have all the patients smiling. I love that girl. All smiles, that's her.
And two. It took me longer to get to know her, she's gorgeous, I mean really, red hair never looked so good, and her man knows it. And no that's not mando player, although at first glance you might wonder:) Its something I love about this crazy family, they love each other, sibling ties will keep that family going through any storm. Two works in flower shops, aces math tests, and makes us all laugh with her ridiculous stories of tu-tu wearing zombies, and ice skating heroics.
We bonded getting ready one morning, lamenting the ever present, and ever ridiculous pressure to get ready, showering happens of necessity, and it is postponed when ever possible, simplify, that's our creed. I was glad to have a crime in hygiene. It's just easier to add more bobbypins and spray grapefruity-licious-smell-good-stuff. She pulls off short hats better than anyone I know, and honestly could do anything she wanted. She's not afraid to be herself, and I love that, and she has a deep sense of loyalty. You can see it in the way she loves, the way she finds good in those she's around. I feel better being around her. She makes me smile too.Luv Luv Luv. Sisters. who knew it could get this good?
Test Tasters.
Don't let your brain fix the title. It's not about taste testing, not about Mexican tortilla test tasters, although that did contribute to the general thought provoked day.
Jim Hiebert, from the University of Delaware, will speak on "The Constantly Underestimated Challenge of Improving Mathematics Instruction." went to this today. was depressed just like he said I might be. because I've been taught for 16 years how to teach math, and there's a system in place, and unless I'm completely dedicated to pushing back against a system, I somehow feel I'll never 'make a difference' or at least that what I do for a few years in a geometry class room won't really influence america's math education ratings when compared to Hungry (I've been there by the way.)
Never make a difference. I've been tasting tests all of my life, and generally they are like spinach. I see the good in them as I've gotten older, and I like them, or have learned to tolerate and do well.
I ate a spinach salad today. And that blasted nutrition shoulder angel came out to play, thank you mando player. Suddenly spinach is only good if it was fortified in the right soil, magnesium may or may not be in my digestive system, only a farmer from some lower minimum wage country knows, or could know and probably doesn't care.
My thoughts were elevated, literally as I spiraled the stairs to see the new church education exhibit. "Joseph, God's Student" caught my eye. And I began to wonder about the perfect teachers.
Teachers who give tests, but not the same ones, teachers who care about they're students, intimately and who love them. Teachers who give extra credit, bonus points, who judge with fairness, and who also show mercy. Two exemplary teachers, who never give up.
This world is not perfect, and my math classroom is bound to have problems. I've gone through ups and down lately, wondering if I'll really love it, or have the 'fire' she told me it will take. I worry, and it doesn't help.
He's excited for boys state, another blog entirely, but it reminder me of her. Taking 18 credits, in the honors program, all smiles and all A's, and I asked her what in the world she would do with her life.
"I'm going to be the most well-rounded, highly educated mom out there."
to a list of girls I looked up to, who added "and be a mom" to their already impressive list of aspirations, she quickly jumped to the top.
I'm idealistic today, but I might as well try.
Jim Hiebert, from the University of Delaware, will speak on "The Constantly Underestimated Challenge of Improving Mathematics Instruction." went to this today. was depressed just like he said I might be. because I've been taught for 16 years how to teach math, and there's a system in place, and unless I'm completely dedicated to pushing back against a system, I somehow feel I'll never 'make a difference' or at least that what I do for a few years in a geometry class room won't really influence america's math education ratings when compared to Hungry (I've been there by the way.)
Never make a difference. I've been tasting tests all of my life, and generally they are like spinach. I see the good in them as I've gotten older, and I like them, or have learned to tolerate and do well.
I ate a spinach salad today. And that blasted nutrition shoulder angel came out to play, thank you mando player. Suddenly spinach is only good if it was fortified in the right soil, magnesium may or may not be in my digestive system, only a farmer from some lower minimum wage country knows, or could know and probably doesn't care.
My thoughts were elevated, literally as I spiraled the stairs to see the new church education exhibit. "Joseph, God's Student" caught my eye. And I began to wonder about the perfect teachers.
Teachers who give tests, but not the same ones, teachers who care about they're students, intimately and who love them. Teachers who give extra credit, bonus points, who judge with fairness, and who also show mercy. Two exemplary teachers, who never give up.
This world is not perfect, and my math classroom is bound to have problems. I've gone through ups and down lately, wondering if I'll really love it, or have the 'fire' she told me it will take. I worry, and it doesn't help.
He's excited for boys state, another blog entirely, but it reminder me of her. Taking 18 credits, in the honors program, all smiles and all A's, and I asked her what in the world she would do with her life.
"I'm going to be the most well-rounded, highly educated mom out there."
to a list of girls I looked up to, who added "and be a mom" to their already impressive list of aspirations, she quickly jumped to the top.
I'm idealistic today, but I might as well try.
11.06.2008
booking my face
I'm turning myself in. NO cuff's needed, I'll come quietly. snap the mug shots. I'm done. Done with facebook that is, and wasting time. I here pledge to spend facebooking time on this blog. promise.
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