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What made you smile or laugh today? Part IV

I found the perfect container to organize my rings. A tray with velvet lined rows of slots with a glass top that closes. Gold with coloured stone on one side, silver with coloured stone on the other side and plain gold or silver in the middle. Silly, I know, but I'm on an organizing streak and this had me smiling today.
 
Getting a compliment from someone way higher up I'd never directly been in contact with before. Power to the grapevine!

It was a little uncomfortable but also so, very nice. :)
 
cookiecat said:
Remembe elle's vulnerable thread in Talk?

That was a good thread.
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Yeah, I remember that one. :)

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Smile: I have tomorrow off and the weekend off and I want to get involved in some kinky mischief! I'll figure something out, I have three days after all. :)
 
On another site, a question was asked about their child's homework. So, I (three-quarters of a bottle of Sangria to the wind and hallucinating due to my PD and bronchitis/pneumonia resulting in lower oxygenation to the brain) decided to answer. At length.

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I was fortunate enough to be able to study with one of the three minds that created "New Math" in response to J.F.K.'s call for the race to space during my graduate career. And had the opportunity to see a New Math lesson performed the way it was intended to be, by someone who actually understood the purpose of it; to allow students to pick up computer languages from binary to hexadecimal more easily, but scaled back to entertain and engage the young mind of six through eight-year-olds.

***sigh***

Here's the thing. Before Parkinson's started turning my brain to tapioca in my skull, I was considered a genius-level intellect. But, why? Because I was able to read on a collegiate level by the age of eight and solve collegiate math two years later? Because I would devour books at the rate of several per week? Because I was able to solve math equations that took my cohort half a page of scratch paper in my head?

That's all bullshit. There is no "smarter" or "dumber." Not in those things that led people to place me in the 99th percentile and qualify me for MENSA membership. There is just a desire to understand versus a hedonistic call to do something more fun, pure and simple.

And, math is the damn dumbest thing to base some perception of intelligence on. Because it is a foreign language. That's all. It is the language of precision, the language of science. And learning the simple vocabulary of a language means diddly squat if it is stripped out of context.

Which is exactly what education has done for a long, long time now.

We have "math class." And "math teachers." And in the course of the class, they try to cover economics and physics and a whole myriad of subjects by doing nothing more than rote learning of formulae without even the teacher (many times) truly understanding just why.

I can remember my high school algebra teacher. Wonderful lady outside the classroom. Both of my parents were teachers at the same school so I had known her for over a decade before I ever sat in her class. And her class was the epitome of just why I loathed the time wasted sitting in classrooms for hours until I decided to use that time to catch up on my sleep.

She had graduated from college and landed her teaching job the next fall, created a syllabus... and stuck to that same syllabus for fifty years until she retired. She would stand at the board and, basically, read the pages from the textbook and write the formulae on the board. And then go sit down at her desk and pull out a smutty romance novel wrapped in a paper bag and read for the rest of class.

And, if you dared go up to her desk and ask her a question, she would say the exact same thing she said at the board, just louder.

(It did not go very well when I pointed out, for the third time, that what she was saying might be the answer to some question, but not the question I'd asked.)

When it came time to grade our homework (seventy-five to one hundred problems per night), she would lay a ruler down the equal marks and if they were not straight, then it was a quarter of a point off for each problem that those equal marks weren't in a straight line.

I had her for Algebra I and II and Trig/Analytical Geometry.

Years later, even at her retirement party, she would tell people that I was the only student that she'd had in her fifty years that categorically refused to do the homework (not true since I would do one of each type to prove I understood the concept, but didn't see a point to doing the rest) and yet passed her class anyway.

No, I never pointed out to her that it was because I understood what she was supposed to be teaching while she didn't. Some types of dick I try not to be.

But, the point is that when I had the opportunity to study with Dr. Richard Geer, I understood (all too well) just what had happened. He and another pair of geniuses had managed to come up with the perfect solution to train young minds to be excellent programmers. They had passed it on to the politicos who only half understood what they were signing off on. The politicos had, in turn, hammered down the pipeline that this is what would be taught. And the meats in the streets didn't have the first understanding just what the Hell this stuff was beyond that they had to do it if they wanted to keep their salaries.

So, they'd done the minimum requirement. And when parents, who hadn't understood, had asked them questions, they hadn't had the first clue how to explain; "it's so that your son will actually understand those new-fangled computer things that we are all so terrified of."

(And don't even get me started on just why they wouldn't have said "your daughter." Statistical analysis be damned, the study itself was flawed in a fundamental way that no amount of New Math could camouflage if you actually took the time to read and understand it!)

A decade later, I had the opportunity to put my money where my mouth was and prove the theories that had so vexed professors, cohort, administrators, and fellow "teachers." I taught a bunch of no-neck, slope-browed, "I can't do math," students that hadn't managed to graduate high-school a fifteen-week crash-course that took them through algebra, trig, analytical geometry, and calculus by very simply not telling them that was what I was doing as I focused on the fun shit we could do with it.

And they had absolutely no clue.

Not until the day my director walked into my lab and blew the secret wide open when he labeled the formula a student was painting inside the case of the Jacob's Ladder they had built. And freaked them the Hell out.

"But, I can't do math!"

You've been doing math since the day you were born. The fuck up was the asshats that decided to pull the language out of the context where it had any meaning, taught it by rote without actually understanding it, and then telling you you couldn't do it because you couldn't do it their way that didn't actually make a damn bit of sense outside of the rote method they'd learned to love because it didn't actually require any thought or effort and they could get back to the paperback in their desk drawer.

Hell, a tree does analytical geometry! And you are not going to convince me that the human mind is not far, far more advanced than a tree. If it wants to be.

So, why did Lin choose A?

Occam's razor says hedonistic laziness. Lin didn't know and couldn't be assed to figure it out, so circled the first one and moved the fuck on so Lin could be done with the stupid homework that didn't make any damn sense and go outside and explore physics in a more fun way.

***sigh*** However, I'm reasonably sure that the answer they were looking for was because Lin didn't carry the one when they subtracted seven from six and so effectively only subtracted twenty-seven rather than the thirty-seven that was required. A lesson that I'm also reasonably sure they suppose would highlight and reiterate that base-ten function of mathematics since the repeal of New Math. That you can't subtract seven from six, but you can from sixteen.

Which just gets all the more confusing since the primary focus of the problem at hand is to attempt to derive "why" when, more often than not, the person that posed the question on a handout that they didn't have diddly to do with beyond it was handed to them and they were told to hand it out doesn't really want to be questioned in and of themselves about just why the fuck they would ask that question.

And frankly, it doesn't really matter in the scheme of things. In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man does not get elevated to rule but tends to be the fool in the court of the ones who have learned the fine art of social acumen so that they may better and more easily nip into place at the head of the swirling mob on the way to the cliff.

"Bread and circuses! Bread and circuses!"

*****

Her response?

"So, do you get it? A yes or no will suffice."

***** :eek: :confused: :D *****

Can't.

Stop.

Laughing.

Can't.

Breathe.
 
Sexy mischief.
Bittersweet memories slowly turning more sweet than bitter.
A nature show about manatees and sloths.
Yummy beer.
Tacos.
Karate Kid.
 
Faralicious said:
Have you watched Cobra Kai?
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I've watched a few episodes, three or four. I think the Halloween dance ep was the last I watched. I just couldn't get into the characters enough to care about it. I have it on hold now, something with short eps that I can watch if I run out of other things.
 
Faralicious said:
Ugh I loved it. I thought they did just a good job of being affectionate toward the original.
Love Johnny.
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I've noticed that our taste in entertainment doesn't often match, so I'm not surprised it doesn't match here either.

I'll likely finish it at some point because Karate Kid was one of my favorite movies growing up. But I don't know. To me it's okay, nothing special.
 
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seela said:
I've noticed that our taste in entertainment doesn't often match, so I'm not surprised it doesn't match here either.

I'll likely finish it at some point because Karate Kid was one of my favorite movies growing up. But I don't know. To me it's okay, nothing special.
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Awwe! Shit! I'm sorry that Kobra Kai doesn't "blow you skirt up!" To me, The Karate kid was the most important film when I was growing up (was about 15 when it came out). I have spent years, working on my garden, to turn it into something resembling Mr. Miyagis's Back yard...

I'm pissed right now (Scottish pissed - drunk, not angry) but I'm going to post pictures of my garden, to show you how beautiful Japanese stuff can be...

Later...
 
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Saintdragonslayer said:
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Awwe! Shit! I'm sorry that Kobra Kai doesn't "blow you skirt up!" To me, The Karate kid was the most important film when I was growing up (was about 15 when it came out). I have spent years, working on my garden, to turn it into something resembling Mr. Miyagis's Back yard...

I'm pissed right now (Scottish pissed - dunk, not angry) but I'm going to post pictures of my garden, to show you how beautiful Japanese stuff can be...

Later...
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https://i.imgur.com/SKZIbd2h.jpg

Shit! I really was pissed last night! Here is a part of my "Mr. Miyagi" garden... Anyone else into stuff like this?
 
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