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The Reckoning

It was the end of the Vietnam war. I was recently divorced and sitting by myself in the Midland Restaurant. Sitting in the table behind me was a family with a soldier wearing his uniform. He was confronted with this: "You are a baby killer!" I wasn't with him so I don't know what he did with his buddies. However, I did hang-out with Paul B. He was a Marine that was active in the Vietnam war. He told me multiple times that they took no prisoners. "We killed all of them." He also told me how effectively he could lob shells into a village. Paul didn't like the World Court. I sensed that he didn't want any institution to supersede the authority that gave him permission to do what he did. Another person told me, "It's a dirty business, but someone has to do it."

Paul with his Marine buddies were effective authorized killers. Furthermore, Paul had the personal authority to give authority to an indiviual to go somewhere to kill a specific individual in a Vietnam village. What all these people like Paul have in common is a need to avoid personal responsible for their behavior. The process of holding the people that executed the Gulf wars responsible for their behavior has begun. Here are a few links that give you more information about unfolding events.

War Crimes Trials: a cloud on the horizon
Secretary Donald Rumsfeld

Rumsfeld Not Likely To Be Prosecuted
Nuremberg Trials

Trevor wants us to think about the way it was.

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli. Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool, no beach closures then. The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell and a pager was the school PA system. We all took gym, not PE and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now, flunking gym was not an option! I guess PE must be much harder than gym. Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. Where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed! We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat. We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off, little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck. To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that? We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?

Mirrors in the Mind

In this month's Scientific American there is an important article about learning. I'm delaying writing about it until I can link to it.

"A special class of brain cells reflects the outside world, revealing a new avenue for human understanding, connecting and learning."

1. "Subsets of neurons in human and monkey brains respond when an individual performs certain actions and also when the subject observes others performing the same movement."
2. "There "mirror neurons' provide a direct internal experience, and therefore understanding, of another person's act, intention or emotion."
3."Mirror neurons may also underlie the ability to imitate another's action, and thereby learn, making the mirror mechanism a bridge between individual brains for communication and connection on multiple levels." source: Scientific American, November 2006

It's Halloween

It's a day after Halloween, close enough for this announcement. I bought a 3 year subscription to MAD. I really did. On the front page there is a picture of Barry with nettles sticking in him.

I haven't read MAD since I was a teenage. When my nephew Josh was in Jr. High, I went to his school to bring him home. There I found him in the library reading MAD. I has horrified. I thought, "Kid, you are wasting your time and education." That is true from many perspectives. But, from my perspective, it is now comic relief. When life gets to the point where I think I just cannot deal with it anymore. I read Mad and escape from reality. Two beers does the same thing, but Mad is better. I now have a 3 years subscription to MAD.

I hope yours was a scary Halloween.

A Great Way to End the Day

A great way to end the day is to go to Lessonplans.com and click on Astronomy Picture of the Day. The best time is late at night. There you will see pictures that only our generation is privileged to see. It would be more accurate to say that these images were first made available by modern technology to the generation you see setting in your classroom.

Buck-minster Fuller gave me a cartographers perspective. When I became a member of the St. Petersburg Astronomy Club, I began developing an astronomic perspective. That is what will happen to you when you start thinking about what you see at Astronomy Picture of the Day.

Jack Horkheimer : Star Gazer said, "Keep on looking up."

"An astronomy picture a day is like an apple a day." Who said that? I did.

Dancing Makes You Smarter

I began taking dance classes about 3 years ago after I watched a dance class at Bronco Bill's. I watched for a few weeks and then decided I would learn to dance. The first year was a tragedy. I'm very persistent, so failure wasn't an option. I've make remarkable progress after 3 years and hundreds of lessons. It didn't take me long to start thinking about what effect this was having on my brain/physiology and if was having an effect on my brain/physiology then it must also be having an effect on other dancers as well. So I did a Google search. Sure enough it had already been researched at Stanford University. Click the following link to read the Stanford report.

http://dance.stanford.edu/syllabi/smarter.htm

Zachary Goes to Catholic School

It is rare that I'm given a funny education joke. I'm passing this one on to you. Perhaps you have one you will share with me.

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Zachary Goes to Catholic School

Little Zachary was doing very badly in math. His parents had tried everything... Tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centers. In short, everything they could think of to help his math. Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Zachary down and enrolled him in the local Catholic school. After the first day, little Zachary came home with a very serious look on his face. He didn't even kiss his mother hello. Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying. Books and papers were spread out all over the room and little Zachary was hard at work. His mother was amazed. She called him down to dinner. To her shock, the minute he was done, he marched back to his room without a word and in no time, he was back hitting the books as hard as before. This went on for some time, day after day, while mother tried to understand what made all the difference. Finally, little Zachary brought home his report card. He quietly laid it on the table, went up to his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his Mom looked at it and to her great surprise, Little Zachary got an "A" in math. She could no longer hold her curiosity. She went to his room and said, "Son, what was it? Was it the nuns?" Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head, no. "Well, then," she replied, was it the books, the discipline, the structure, the uniforms? Little Zachary looked at her and said, "Well, on the first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren't fooling around."

We Created the Educator's Blog for You.

I'm Stephen Lyons and I'm the moderator. This blog is your opportunity to meet other teachers. Perhaps, you may even meet a student or parent from another country.

Think about this. Educators come here from everywhere on Earth from Lessonplans.com. For example, most educators that use LessonPlans.com live in America, as I do, but a large percentage of them live in Canada, Australia, United Kingdom, Singapore and New Zealand.

What will you write? You could begin by introducing yourself. I posted a picture of my dance teacher. You'll find more about me from my profile. You could include a picture of yourself, your students or a picture of your favorite teacher. You could ask a question.

To post, look above in the blue header. There you will find 'BlogThis'. Click it. What to do next will be obvious.

Post often, practice and have fun.

Warm regards,

Stephen

Arline Winerman is my dance teacher. We dance at Dancers Rendezvous, 4445 East Bay Drive, Clearwater, FL 33764. Come dance with us.