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Kitten Update

Katherine went in for a more thorough screening of her “artic and disfluency” problems this afternoon. Margie and I, meanwhile, waded through various forms that are designed to protect and…

Katherine went in for a more thorough screening of her “artic and disfluency” problems this afternoon. Margie and I, meanwhile, waded through various forms that are designed to protect and delineate parental rights regarding various handicapped and disabled children — though the same paperwork applies to speech therapy for Kitten — but which oddly made us feel like we were signing her over to a government lab for research. (“Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Kent, we’ll take good care of your specime — I mean, your son, Clark.”)

One thing we did right, at least — I scanned the lengthy questionaire/profile we had to write up for her last night, so that if we ever have to do the same, we can use the same SWAGs for when she started using 2-3 word sentences, when she walked, etc.

The results of the more in-depth screening will be revealed in a couple of weeks at our next appointment. The immediate impression from the speech therapist was (stop me if you’ve heard this one) that she’s bright and has a lot to say. If we can just get her to be saying it clearly, she’ll have it made.

Amusingly enough, she even provided the speech therapist with an improvement to her screening method. She found, up on a toy shelf, a Fisher-Price tape player/karaoke mic. She insisted on taking this over to the screening table with her, and speaking into the microphone — which the therapist realized made it a lot easier for her to identify the sounds that Katherine is (mis)making. “I’ll have to start using that in all of our screenings,” she opined.

So far, I’m impressed by what they’ve been doing. We’ll see how it works out. We get a percentage of private speech therapy covered by Margie’s insurance, so we can also go private, if need be. We’ll see.

Screening

After Katherine’s teachers suggested some screening of her language skills, we set up an appointment with the program (“Child Finders,” which seems an odd name) in our school district. Yesterday…

After Katherine’s teachers suggested some screening of her language skills, we set up an appointment with the program (“Child Finders,” which seems an odd name) in our school district. Yesterday afternoon, she had her appointment.

Beforehand we filled out the forms as to what sorts of problems she’s having and what concerns we havfe. Fact was, we felt slightly guilty checking off the one box about her not speaking clearly, given the litany of behavioral, cognitive, and physiological problem boxes there were to check.

It’s probably my own bias, but she seemed to do brilliantly on all the testing she did — following instructions, physical coordination, vocabulary, grouping and sorting. She employed some clever tricks — she showed she could build a simple bridge out of blocks, and then wanted to build a bigger one; she noticed that the teacher was skipping over one set of pictures in the little testing kit she had, and wanted to do those, too; when she couldn’t remember the name of one letter, she ran through the alphabet song until she found it. The three specialists all noted that (a) she was really very bright, (b) she did a lot better on various tests than her grade level, (c) she was a real charmer, and (d) she had a lot to say.

They also agreed that she could use some more screening on her “artic and disfluency” problems, which is pretty much what we went in there for, so we’ll be going back again next week. Still, all told, it was a very successful visit. And if we can get some work done on her “artic and disfluency” before she gets frustrated, or kids start teasing her about it, it’ll be all good.

PTC 1

We had Katherine’s first Parent-Teacher Conference this evening. It all went pretty well. The teachers in her pre-school say she’s really smart, has gotten to be sociable and better at…

We had Katherine’s first Parent-Teacher Conference this evening. It all went pretty well. The teachers in her pre-school say she’s really smart, has gotten to be sociable and better at sharing, and seems to enjoy herself in class.

The only concern they had is one that we’ve had, too, whether she’s got some speech issues that need to be dealt with, between her stutter (which has gotten better) and some of her consonent formations. She’s a bit young to be assessed, but the teachers think she’s smart enough for it anyway. There’s a program in Littleton Public Schools (where we actually live, though she’s in a Cherry Creek pre-school program) for that sort of screening and assessment, so we’ll contact them and see what happens.

But that aside (and they were pretty positive about it), it went very well. Huzzah.

Hail, Pomona, Hail

My alma mater, Pomona College, was named fourth best liberal arts college in the USN&WR annual school report. That’s kind of cool. Though they’re not getting a bigger donation from…

My alma mater, Pomona College, was named fourth best liberal arts college in the USN&WR annual school report.

That’s kind of cool.

Though they’re not getting a bigger donation from me …

Permission slip

An irksome tale and well-written riposte from Anne to someone who thinks researching a paper on the Web means trolling for absolute strangers to write your papers for you. For…

An irksome tale and well-written riposte from Anne to someone who thinks researching a paper on the Web means trolling for absolute strangers to write your papers for you.

For the record (and for Google), if anyone ever receives a note such as that from someone named Katherine Hill over the next fifteen years or so, please feel free to point her here.

On the case

When I went to elementary school, I carried very little with me. Maybe a book or two, if I had homework, in my hand. Maybe my three ring binder with…

When I went to elementary school, I carried very little with me. Maybe a book or two, if I had homework, in my hand. Maybe my three ring binder with the little pocket in it for pencils and the like. But that was it. Most work was at school, and what there was to do at home only required the book (since, of course, we had paper and pencils at home).

It was only when I reached junior high that I found need for a backpack, since I biked there rather than walking. And that was a simple canvas bag. We had lockers to stuff stuff into.

Ditto for high school. I think I probably went to a larger, zippered bag, since I ended up for a time in a clime that had weather.

In college, again I biked a lot. I had a small zippered backpack that I used to carry the few notebooks or a text or two I needed for the classes that day. Since I lived on campus, it wasn’t that big a deal to go back to the dorm for what I needed.

I am aware that there are changes in tradition and the like over the years. For one thing, kids no longer have to engrave their homework on clay tablets with pointed sticks like I had to back in Babylonia. And I am aware that there is heightened awareness that the Humongous Backpacks sported by some kids are actually so large and heavy that they are causing back problems for the little tots.

What I don’t understand is how this translates into backpacks with wheels and handles, like luggage, for elementary school kids. I mean, big backpacks, obviously designed (Hello Kitty!) for elementary kids, being lugged around by children to elementary school.

Can someone explain this to me? What have they got in there? Why do they need something that large? Has the world gone mad? Or should I just shut up and gum my gruel?

The bells! The bells!

If it weren’t that I was standing in the middle of a paved patio, I’d’ve sworn I just walked through a security scanner and set it off. Bells are passe…

If it weren’t that I was standing in the middle of a paved patio, I’d’ve sworn I just walked through a security scanner and set it off.

Bells are passe at schools these days, I guess. So are klaxon, or even a simple stone. Instead, at Katherine’s school we get a warbling electronic tone that sounds like … well, like a security scanner.

Dirty commie pinko educational establishment …

Have You Seen This Man?

Would you want a guy who looks like this hanging around your elementary school? Me neither. This is my “parent ID” for Katherine’s pre-school. The picture wasn’t helped by…

Pre-School Dad
Would you want a guy who looks like this hanging around your elementary school?

Me neither.

This is my “parent ID” for Katherine’s pre-school. The picture wasn’t helped by (a) their holding a cheap digital camera (b) six inches from my nose, (c) under sickly fluorescent lights, then (d) printing it out on a very cheap inkjet printer.

Pretty damned scary, if you ask me.

Of course, it means I don’t have to sign in and leave my Drivers License at the front desk. When I did that this morning, the lady asked me if it was really me.

So … maybe … I do … look like this.

Eep!

Pledge drive

Here in Colorado, we’ve been having the same sort of rancorous Pledge of Allegiance fight in the statehouse and courts and schools that many states have. Never mind that most…

Here in Colorado, we’ve been having the same sort of rancorous Pledge of Allegiance fight in the statehouse and courts and schools that many states have.

Never mind that most school districts already voluntarily include the Pledge in their daily routine; the debate seems to have been taken over by Proud Defenders of Civil Liberties on one side, and Proud Defenders of Patriotic Duty on the other side (or, as their opponents might characterize them, Godless Humanist Anti-American Liburrals vs. Tyrannical Jingoistic Wingnut Consurrrvatives), with one side insisting that the Pledge is a cruel and evil imposition of political and religious speech on traumatized and trembling kidlings, while the other side insists that it’s the only thing standing between us and the utter breakdown of civil society.

I can certainly understand the Constitutional arguments on both sides, once one peels back the grandstanding and demagoguery. I can understand concerns about forced speech, the social issues that complicate opt-out systems, and the dangers of imposing statements like “under God” on kids.

What I don’t understand — or, more accurately, what I think is misguided — is the stand that “The Pledge, as require, rote speech, has no educational purpose.”

First off, if that were true, then those occasions when I was growing up and had to memorize poems and other bits of speech (let alone songs) must have been simple time-wasters. Memorizing the multiplication tables? Learning the ABC song? All of them, utterly useless as educational items.

But, second, that argument tends to segue into an attack on the purported purpose of imposing the Pledge, i.e., to instill civil (patriotic) values on the younguns. “Kids don’t become patriots because of the Flag Salute,” the argument goes. “They’re just going through the motions.”

Perhaps I have a different perspective, coming from a highly liturgical Christian denominations, but regularly “going through the motions” can, in fact, be a powerful thing. The role of ritual, and repetition, and, if you will, mottoes and common language, is pooh-poohed by thinking people these days (who, it seems, would prefer that folks start from tabula rasa to full-blown political theory solely through the rigors of intellectual discourse — with the assumption that it would validate their way of thinking), but they remain powerful, powerful things.

With liberty and justice for all.

How many Americans know that phrase? How many Americans use that phrase, either in speech, or as a touchstone for what they feel the “mission statement” for the US is? Heck, even so reliable a lefty as former Rep. Pat Schroeder (D-Colo.) is perhaps best known for her quote, “The Pledge of Allegiance says ‘..with liberty and justice for all’. What part of ‘all’ don’t you understand?”

Those words didn’t just magically appear out of the sky, of fire and lightning. They are known to as many as they are known by because of the daily recital of the Pledge of Allegiance.

Is that a bad thing?

From a teacher standpoint, I know I always liked the Pledge. It was the starting ritual, the “Entrance Hymn,” if you will, for the day. It was a way to get the kids settled, focused, broken out of their pre-school conversations and hi-jinks, and zeroed in on something.

Now, granted, it could have been standard song, or some other class activity. But — giggling and goofing off aside — there was a certain gravitas about the Pledge that made it ideal for that purpose.

(It also let you rotate around the class, having someone lead the thing — “Please stand. Ready, begin …” That had its uses, too.)

Beyond gravitas, though, or classroom organization, there’s still that civic aspect. And, again, I’ll say that rote repetition can be a useful thing. It zeroes in on certain turns of phrase, certain concepts, and makes them part of the internal and public vernacular. (In less pleasant terms, you can consider it sketchy indoctrination.) When those kids grow up, they’ll know the Pledge. Maybe they won’t use it daily, or even annually, but they’ll know the language, and they’ll be able to recognize the concepts it discusses — pledging allegiance, the flag, republic, one nation, indivisible, liberty and justice for all.

Oh, yeah, and that “under God” phrase. That’s the kicker, to my mind, and the primary basis for dispute. Is it an imposition of religion, or a “ceremonial Deism”? I can swing either way on that, and I can also recognize that the value of commonality and conformity sometimes, sometimes, is worth the discomfort that it causes.

Oh, and by the way, I don’t buy the argument about traumatized kids, either. We can argue, philosophically, over whether it is good for kids to have to say the Pledge, and what the Constitutional aspects of it are. But I would be utterly flabbergasted to find any kid, until at least the higher grades (5th, 6th, or beyond), who gave the whole thing more than a passing thought. Kids aren’t cognitively capable of that sort of philosophical distinction — “They’re making me say, ‘under God,’ but I’m a confirmed atheist!” Kids, until they are adolescents, are what their parents are (once they hit adolescence, they change sides and become what their parents aren’t; hopefully, in college, they sort things out and become what they decide to be, which is why going off to college is generally a Good Thing. But I digress.)

If anything, kids are more than happy to go along with the crowd. If they are traumatized, it’s because, frankly, the parents have made a big deal out of it, either painting the school as Doing Something Terrible To You by forcing you to do this, or by insisting that the kid not be able to join in with everyone else. There may be good, defensible reasons for doing so, but let’s remember, in this debate, that it’s really the parents who care, not the kids.

They just want it to be over so they can keep talking with their friends.

Pickup Line

I got to the school to pick up Katherine. There were already a few parents lurking around outside — evidently it had been something of a madhouse in the morning,…

The Official First Day of School Picture 2003I got to the school to pick up Katherine. There were already a few parents lurking around outside — evidently it had been something of a madhouse in the morning, but now it was fairly calm and quiet.

The Preschool class was out on the playground, playing, and I got to watch Katherine digging with a shovel in the gravel. I immediately went in to Parental Uberanalysis Mode, watching how she interacted with the other kids, what she played with, what she did …

Bottom line, she was having fun.

I chatted a bit with one of her teachers, and with the other parents. It was kind of weird — a bunch of strangers, but all with something in common: their kids in the class. It was kind of nice.

I was also the only dad there.

As the kids queued up at a rope to go back inside, some of them spotted their parents. “Mommy!”

I was only a dozen feet away from Katherine, but she didn’t see me at first. But then she did, and her face lit up. “Daddy!” She pointed me out to one of her teachers. “There’s my daddy!”

Heh. Little heart cockle-warming.

We met in the foyer for the quick debrief from one of the teachers, then it was time to pick up Kitten.

And then we were in, and it was a big hug. “Did you have a good time, Kitten?”

“Yeah!”

Of course, being a big girl, and in school, that’s the last straight answer I got from her. “Were your teachers nice? Did you meet any new friends? What did you do?” Repeated questions were met with silence.

At least she didn’t say, “Nuthin.” Yet. She has another thirteen years to learn that lesson in.

Scholar

Margie says Katherine did really great this morning — “Are we going to preschool yet!?” beforehand, and not clingy when dropped off. I’ll be picking her up later this morning,…

Margie says Katherine did really great this morning — “Are we going to preschool yet!?” beforehand, and not clingy when dropped off.

I’ll be picking her up later this morning, so more reportage then.

Weekend wrap

Friday was supposed to be Pulp Adventures, but Doyce begged off the regulars, suggesting it might work better later on. So Margie and I had a nice Friday evening to…

Friday was supposed to be Pulp Adventures, but Doyce begged off the regulars, suggesting it might work better later on. So Margie and I had a nice Friday evening to ourselves.

Well, not entirely. There was an Orientation/Picnic/Open House at Kitten’s preschool (Dry Creek Elementary). Lots of milling around outside and kids playing on the extensive playground equipment (the doors, which were supposed to open up at 5, didn’t open up until closer to 6:30).

I got to meet the two teachers in her class, and they seem like very nice ladies, just the sort you remember from your own kindergarten days.

The classroom looked fun — an odd wedge shape, given the school’s semi-circle layout, but full of cool toys and play areas and little miniature tables and chairs for the young’uns.

(My teacher’s eye probably gave me a different view of it than most of the visiting parents, but I gave it a thumbs-up.)

There are three pre-school tracks — the 3ish kids TTh a.m., the 4ish kids MW a.m., and the not-quite-Ks M-Th p.m. Same teachers for each. Each track is color-coded on the nametags, the files, the paperwork sent home, etc. Katherine’s group is green.

All sorts of paperwork to fill out — emergency slips, and video permission slips, and field trip releases, and other emergency slips … Have to figure out people to be called if we can’t be reached, people who have permission to pick up Katherine, etc. Interesting and new extensions of our family life.

Looked at the names of the kids on the board. Over half of one of the tracks has names starting from A-D, including four or five As. What, they were lazy looking in the Baby Name books? A smattering of oddly spelled names (Ahlysce will be so happy to have a unique name all her own!)

Anyway, afterwards, we went off to Chik-fil-A, and Katherine got to play on more equipment. Listened on the way to Lileks guest-hosting Hugh Hewitt. He was going on about his 10 Best (or Favorite) SF Films, of which we only heard the bottom three — 2001, Fantastic Voyage, and Them!

2001 and Them! are reasonable — both were seminal influences on any number of subsequent films (though I infinitely enjoy watching the latter to the former). Fantastic Voyage has some fine effects, but it’s kind of a goofy techno-thriller, with the same sort of understated scientifiction feel to it as The Andromeda Strain, where you leave it feeling like you’ve watched a high school science film with good production values.

Lileks was describing FV, and the cohost noted the parallel to the much later Inner Space with Martin Short.

“But Fantastic Voyage had one thing that Inner Space doesn’t,” Lileks replied.

I turned to Margie. “Raquel Welch in a form-fitting white wetsuit.”

“Raquel Welch in a form-fitting white wetsuit,” Lileks echoed.

Wish I’d heard the rest of the list.

(Lileks referred to it as based on an Isaac Asimov story. Untrue. Asimov did a very fine adaptation of the movie, along with a sequel. The actual movie story was written by Jerome Bixby, et al.)

So then we went home, put Kitten down, and had a quiet evening watching The World Is Not Enough, which has a few moments, but is so far the low point of the Pierce Brosnan Bond run. (We haven’t seen Die Another Day yet — that’s the last one, obviously, on our list.) I don’t know quite what the problem with the flick is — it just never quite gels. It has some goofiness akin to the Roger Moore era (notably the Attack of the Giant Buzzsaw Helicopters). It has an oddly sympathetic/unsympathetic pair of Bad Guys. It both relies too much on previous supporting cast members, and introduces one who just simply doesn’t fit (John Cleese). It gives Judy Densch a chance to do something beyond sternly glower at mission control screens — and she comes off as a lesser character for it.

I dunno. Just not very happy with it. Much prefer the previous Brosnans.

Saturday involved shopping in the morning, then watching Margie slave away in the kitchen in the evening, whilst I stood by and made supportive noises.

Sunday was tentatively scheduled for the Pulp game follow-up. As we were returning from our morning outing, Margie called Doyce to get the scoop.

She chatted for a moment, laughed, and said to the cell phone, “Okay, do you want to ask him or shall I?” Never a promising sign.

She turned to me. “He wants to wait on the Pulp module until version 2.0. Do you want to do Spycraft?”

Eep.

I’m a control freak and a planner and an introvert. Being asked to GM at the drop of a hat is … stressful.

But, still — the module was still prepped, so I could hardly beg off. Besides which, it was something I wanted to do, right? And I’d had fun, and that folks wanted to do it was encouraging, and all that …

… and besides, I knew this job was dangerous when I took it.

So that’s what we did, and managed in the three hours of play to make our way through another 1.5 scenes of the 4-scene “3-5 hour” module, leaving 1.5 scenes to go. And folks seemed to have fun.

And, yes, I am neurotic about the whole thing. I’m working on it. So there.

Margie and I ran out the door in a flurry around 6 to deliver the dinners she’d made, and came back and cooked burgers for the assembled crew. Then folks eventually left, we got Kitten down, read a bit, synced our schedules for the week, and called it an early evening.

All in all, not bad a bad weekend.

And so we enter the Ed Biz

I now see that I need to add a new category to my blog — “School Daze,” dedicated to Katherine’s education. A big step — it’s a new category for…

I now see that I need to add a new category to my blog — “School Daze,” dedicated to Katherine’s education. A big step — it’s a new category for Katherine (previously restricted to Parenting, more or less), and a new lifestyle for us …

Margie went to the orientation at the preschool program today. I found a few passages … set off my BS-o-meter.

PURPOSE: The purpose of DCELC is to help children feel good about themselves and learn to like school.

Gosh, here I thought it was to actually, well, teach them something.

Well, it is pre-school. Getting kids to learn to like school is important. But, frankly, I don’t see helping Katherine feel good about herself to be their Job One.

Our job, as teachers, is not to judge, but to show supportive interaction for each unique achievement.

Somebody took too many ed classes. Believe me, I took them, too, and I recognize the style. “Show supportive interaction”? How about just “support”?

And I do hope that there will be some judgment in play here.

Children need to feel confident enough to take a risk and survive; they need the opportunity to make a mistake without being condemned.

Okay, I can go there. No “Learn The Alphabet Song or be Flogged” here. I’m all over it.

I do hope, again, that when Katherine makes a mistake that she is corrected, if not condemned … not just supported in her unique interaction.

The rest of the booklet is actually okay. These phrases just sort of popped out at me, I fear.

Oh, there was one other section that had me chuckling.

DISCRETIONARY WITHDRAWAL OF A CHILD: Afrter extended effort has been made to accommodate an ucooperative child and/or parent, the preschool reserves the right to discontinue acceptance of enrollment of the child.

Heh.

In other words, “We reserve the right to expel his/her ass, especially of the parent is a jerk.”

Heh. That, I like. Though the wording is pretty opaque.

Rrg. And, also, argh.

Gee, thanks, Mary. I really needed my blood pressure raised by your suggesting I read this article on censorship of textbooks. The article focuses on Diane Ravitch’s book The Language…

Gee, thanks, Mary. I really needed my blood pressure raised by your suggesting I read this article on censorship of textbooks.

The article focuses on Diane Ravitch’s book The Language Police, and its description of how forces on both the Right and the Left force textbook publishers into creating inoffensive pabulum that won’t offend either, but won’t excite kids about reading, either. Some examples of what you’re not supposed to see in school books:

– Stories or pictures showing a mother cooking dinner for her children, or a black family living in a city neighborhood (because such images are thought to purvey gender or racial stereotypes).
– Dinosaurs (because they suggest the controversial subject of evolution).
– Narratives involving angry, loud-mouthed characters, quarreling parents or disobedient children (because such emotions are not “uplifting”).
Owls are out because some cultures associate them with death. Mentions of birthdays are to be avoided because some children do not have birthday parties. Images or descriptions of a mother showing shock or fear are to be replaced by depictions of both parents “expressing the same facial emotions.”

This all stands as another example of how the agenda tends to get set by the vocal, rigid extremes, exacerbated in this case by the buying power of a few states (California and Texas) exerting an untoward influence on the textbook publishing business.

What these groups on both the right and left have in common, Ms. Ravitch notes, is that they all “demand that publishers shield children from words and ideas that contain what they deem the `wrong’ models for living.” Both sides “believe that reality follows language usage,” that if they “can stop people from ever seeing offensive words and ideas, they can prevent them from having the thought or committing the act that the words imply.”

I think that was the theory of Newspeak in 1984, too. Yeesh.

While censors on the right aim “to restore an idealized vision of the past, an Arcadia of happy family life” in which Father knows best, Mother takes care of the house and kids, and everyone goes to church on Sundays, censors on the left believe in “an idealized vision of the future, a utopia in which egalitarianism prevails in all social relations,” a world in which “all nations and all cultures are of equal accomplishment and value.”

In other words, all the flavor and controversy of a Star Trek: TNG episode.

Pardon me while I go find something improperly interesting to read to Katherine …

Monday Missionary Position

It’s today’s Monday Mission: 1. In the United States of America, it was recently ruled that the phrase “one nation under God” in the Pledge of Allegiance is unconstitutional. Do…

It’s today’s Monday Mission:

1. In the United States of America, it was recently ruled that the phrase “one nation under God” in the Pledge of Allegiance is unconstitutional. Do you agree with this ruling? Should the phrase “under God” be removed? Why?

I’ve been running hot and cold on this one. Frankly, I think it’s a much more trivial subject than a lot of others going on. To my mind, though, what sets me most in favor of having the phrase dropped is the response of the folks who are sqawking the loudest about the ruling. Far from the “ceremonial Deism” of the dissent, there are clearly a number of people (apparently including our President) who see this phrase not as anything ceremonial, but as a direct identification of the US as a Godly nation, dedicated to the Almighty. I.e., it’s religion. And “loyalty oaths” (which the pledge essentially is) should not force folks (particularly children) to identify with a given, distinct religious position.

2. When was the last time you took a road trip? Where did you go and what did you do?

Hmmmm. Probably last Christmas, when we drove off to California (in lieu of paying extortionate air fares).

3. Do you have any vacations planned for this summer? Already gone? Where to and what?

Well, we’ve done the Big Family Campout already. We’re looking at going to the San Diego ComicCon in August, coupled with a reunion thang (on Margie’s side of the family), so we’ll be spending a week in California (with me working out of one of the offices there).

4. What is the most drastic change to your appearance that you have ever made? Are you brave enough to post a photo?

Hmmm. Toss-up between one of the occasional beard-shavings and the buzz cut I started sporting about a year ago or so. Gory details in the “About … my photos” section.

5. Tell me about something to which you are committed?

My wife and child. You’ll have to go through me first.

6. Now tell me about something you just flat-out gave up on.

Teaching. It was a very rewarding two years, and the fulfillment of a childhood dream, but I realized that too much of my time was spent running the classroom (on administrative and disciplinary details) and not enough in sharing the joy of learning with kids.

7. (new saga) I’ve had it, this place is just wearing me out. You too? We need a break! Let’s head out and go someplace new. You make the plans, I’ll get things ready. So what do you have it mind, and did you want me to pick up anything special to pack for the trip?

New York! Never been to New York. Sounds like fun — lots to see, lots to do, and even a few people to visit. Pack some cool clothes, and some munchies for the car (I’ve been inspired by the Road Trip thang) and let’s go!

BONUS: Where is my hairbrush?

Um, last I saw it, Kitten had it.

Self-esteem

Much fun has been made of the obsession in the Ed Biz over the past two or three decades to focus on self-esteem among kids — the “it’s better to…

Much fun has been made of the obsession in the Ed Biz over the past two or three decades to focus on self-esteem among kids — the “it’s better to feel good, than to be good” philosophy.

But maybe they were onto something. A new study of monkeys indicates that those who are socially subordinate — as opposed to socially dominant, the monkey equivalent of being filled with self-esteem — are much more likely to dose themselves with cocaine.

Interesting.