I am spending my vacations in the beautiful island of Leukada, in the Ionian sea. Consequently, my posting rate here has dropped significantly in the last few days. I will return in August; in the meantime I will still post something, but expect a much smaller rate of articles for a while here.
The Early Years
When I was in elementary school, a consultant who offered optional advanced studies taught a small group of us some basic algebra. This was amazing to me at the time--solving for the mysterious x
The next amazing mathematical concept I learned of was imaginary numbers. Just like pornography, I learned about it long before I was supposed to.
A recent blog on an Australian news site on inspiration porn has had me taking notice of the images that come across my facebook feed, had me looking at the content and the messages that different people take away from the photos of disabled persons smiling, running, laughing, being.
Stella Young, in her piece, takes away a clear message from what she has called (she's not the first to term it so) inspiration porn:
Given all the Higgsmania, I thought it appropriate to draw attention to another topic on which much energy [excuse the pun] had been spent previously; Fukushima. The English version of the accident report by the appointed commission (NAIIC) has been released and unfortunately its conclusions were all too expected.
The so called “Free Thought Blogs” (FTB) has kicked out
science blogger Greg Laden
and some other godless chap: “Thunderfoot
Ed Brayton, the FTB high priest, writes that:
When I started this network, it was intended to be very “loosy-goosy,” where we would all make decisions together like a commune; it turns out that doesn’t work very well …
Who hasn't thought about Chasing UFOs?
When I saw "Independence Day" in 1996 I first thought, "A Mac can bring down an entire alien civilization? Their users really are creative!" but then I wondered if some day, someone might actually get paid to find aliens.
Well, that day is here. But I have to warn you, the language is bad in this UFO stuff.
"It takes more work to communicate with someone whose native language isn't the same as yours. And autism goes deeper than language and culture; autistic people are "foreigners" in any society. You're going to have to give up your assumptions about shared meanings." -- Jim Sinclair, "Don't Mourn For Us"
We all say hurtful things to the ones we love. Some things we mean, and others we're just using the other person as a punching bag. Sometimes the damage we do with those words can't be undone and can't be healed, and relationships end. Parent/child relationships are different, though, or should be. As parents, we're supposed to develop thick skins and our children by the age of two are working hard to help us get those thick skins with their repeated cries of "I hate you!" ringing in our ears. Those words and feelings continue on through adolescence as we as parents impose order and rules on our children for their safekeeping.
Having come across this article, "Sleepy medical staff run increased risks of accidents driving home after a night shift
", I couldn't help but be struck by two obvious questions.
(1). Since when does being a medical staff member make any difference in the risks of driving while sleep deprived? If it doesn't matter, then it seems that the study is being unnecessarily specific for something which is common, obvious knowledge.
(2). More importantly, if the risks are dramatically higher for "sleepy medical staff", one has to wonder what the risks are to patients.
Change is a heartless bitch at times and a welcome friend at others--guess it depends on what the change is and whether you saw it coming and welcomed it. Part of being a teacher is accepting a routine of change--semesters pass, summer sessions and minimesters compress a semester, and students come and go. There's a rhythm and flow to courses, and change is constant throughout the semester: students get comfortable, relationships form, knowledge deepens and the class roster goes through changes. Not every student who begins the semester with me will make it to the end. Some leave early, before they've become familiar to me, but others stick around long enough for me to miss their presence.