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Year: 2006

The Education of Greyhound Phoebe, Chapter the Last

in which Phoebe graduates

Phoebe Graduates

Phoebe graduated last night with a certificate in canine obedience. Amid the pomp and circumstance, she bid farewell to her classmates: Belle, Annie, Honey, and Teddy. She passed her exam with a few modifications (she still doesn’t do sit) and was able to walk with her peers.

This was a very good experience for us. At the start of class, Phoebe was basically afraid of me, afraid of strangers, afraid of other dogs, and wouldn’t take food from my hand, which is the basis of dog training.

After eight weeks with her excellent instructor, a former trainer of police dogs, Phoebe will take treats from my hand, stay, come, heel, and load up into the back of the car. That last is especially nice because now I don’t have to lift her into the back anymore. Most importantly, though, she seems to trust me.

She also likes strangers and their dogs. Whenever we see someone new on our neighborhood walks, Phoebe activates the propeller tail and tries to greet the new person. It’s hard to believe she was a spook when we got her back in October.

All told, this has been great fun and good for bonding and socialization even if she didn’t quite master the entire curriculum. So what does the future hold you ask? Well, like many of today’s young people Phoebe intends to stay home, hang out on the couch, drink our water, and eat our kibble.

That’s okay. She’s already had one professional career and retirement suits her well.

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Education and Training

Note: Dr. Hodges at the excellent Gypsy Scholar blog posted about education and training in the Korean education system last week. His post reminded me that I had this post lingering in the drafts folder, which started as a tangent that developed while writing this other post a few months back…

Most of us who are teachers want to educate, which in my mind means teaching our students to ask question and have the capacity to answer those questions, thereby learning on their own.

The goal is, as the popular catchphrase goes, “to create lifelong learners.”

No Child Left Behind and its insistence on standardized testing, however, is creating an atmosphere that rewards training more than educating.

The difference is that education opens doors and creates possibilities. Training tends to have the opposite effect. I don’t intend to disparage training because it is a critical part of education (doctors, lawyers, teachers, mechanics, engineers, architects are all highly trained) but for kids in a state-imposed secondary curriculum, education should take precedence over training.

An educated learner responds to training better than one who has only known training. This is why education progressively focuses rather than broadens, providing the necessary foundation for training be it medical, automotive or anything else (example track: high school diploma to biology degree to medical degree to specialization in thoracic surgery as the good doctor moves from broad education to specialized training.)

So what, then, is the purpose of secondary public education? This is a question that is often hotly debated by academic and vocational teachers in school staff rooms on campuses everywhere.

The fact is that both education and training are important. The world is full of kids who aren’t going to college and probably don’t need to. With that in mind, though, does that mean that secondary education should be the place to emphasize training?

I once had a discussion with an agriculture teacher (I was in a school where a substantial portion of the students came from farming families) who held fast to a belief that we (misguided English teachers) should not be wasting our students’ time with poetry when we could be training them to fill out purchase orders and write resumes.

That’s training; it isn’t education. Of course, I have taught many kids who might – in the short term – be well served with a purely practical training over a more liberal education, kids who maybe wouldn’t have dropped out of school, but that doesn’t sit well with me.

First, there is something intrinsically valuable in developing a general awareness and appreciation for the arts, science, math, history, philosophy, and language even if these things will never directly contribute to putting food on the table or a third car in the garage. Second, many kids will grow into adults who do wish to pursue these things beyond the level necessary to fill out a purchase order or write a resume. If they don’t have the option of realistically continuing their studies should they choose to do so, we’ve failed them.

An educated student can learn to fill out a PO. A trained student will know one method for filling out one kind of PO.

An educated student can do anything, go anywhere, learn anything. An educated student has the possibilities that are opened through critical thinking, broad knowledge and an awareness of how to use those tools.

A student trained to regurgitate correct answers on a multiple choice state assessment may become a master test-taker, but what else will that student who sees the world only in right-wrong multiple choice formulations be able to do?

Just before he retired in frustration, my old principal confided in me, “They only want us to create technocrats.” That’s where training at the expense of education will lead us.

The Texas Legislature is soon to embark upon what will most likely later be known as “Failed Special Session on School Finance, Number Four.” When politicians begin to discuss public schools in the coming months, I hope the goal of Texas public schools will still be to educate young Texans and not merely to train tomorrow’s workforce.

Monday Movie Roundup

Is it really a roundup if there’s only one movie? Just wondering.

Waiting (Rob McKittrick, 2005)

Shenanigan’s is a restaurant much like Bennigan’s and Waiting is a movie much like Caddyshack.

Waiting is a character driven comedy that recounts one evening shift at a chain restaurant, mostly through the eyes of a new guy being trained by the restaurant’s cool guy waiter. The newcomer is mostly silent and like the audience is a witness to the weirdness of working in the restaurant business.

The funniest aspects of this movie come in the interactions between the different social classes within the restaurant. There is the privileged, yet slacking wait staff, the thugs and psychopaths who work in the kitchen, the wannabe gangsta busboys, the professional manager who obviously settled for less, the seductive high school hostess, and the dishwasher who is a sort of Zen psychotherapist who helps the characters see that their problems tend to lie within. And of course the customers.

It’s funny. Silly. Sometimes disgusting. Frighteningly believable. Three stars.

Dinosaur Jr at Stubbs

We sat in the car waiting for the light at Red River and Eighth and watched pedestrians saunter in front of us including a man engaged in some serious butt-scratching. Just a regular looking dude with long hair and thick glasses caught in one of those moments when you forget the world exists around you, funny because we’ve all been caught in that moment.

I guess you just reach a point in life when you’re comfortable and too old to care that you’re standing on a street corner scratching your bum. It was a perfect way to start the evening.

We were downtown to see Dinosaur Jr at Stubbs BBQ. They’re one of those bands that I’ve always loved from back in the days of the ‘80s underground, before Nirvana broke, before anyone thought any of these bands would ever be played on the radio, back when alternative actually meant alternative to the mainstream. They came from that scene that was my musical home during that time.

Dinosaur Jr emerged from the hardcore and punk clubs, but along with bands like Sonic Youth and the Pixies weren’t exactly playing three chords and anger hardcore. They just shared a scene. Dinosaur Jr, however, offered something different. I guess it was melody.

At the heart of the feedback and noise stood a truly gifted shredding guitarist named J Mascis who frequently gets referred to as an indy rock Neil Young. I don’t know enough about Neil Young to comment on that, but it’s what They say. Still, despite the ferocious volume and soaring intensity of their music, it’s always sounded kind of lazy to me, kind of like punk for slackers.

I have all the CDs and still enjoying cranking the stereo to listen to them, but I never got to see Dinosaur Jr back in the day so it seemed like a cool idea to check them out on this reunion tour.

They were fun to see live. They were ungodly loud (seven full amplifier stacks for a three-piece band in a small venue, f’chrissakes!), Mascis can still shred, his solos were properly unpolished and lazy yet still amazing. His croaky voice is still endearing as he mumbles his nerdy stoner lyrics (it was never about the words with this band), and everything was just thunderous glorious noise and…

Well, it was also Thursday night. There was no place to sit. Drinking doesn’t hold as much charm as it once did. Canned beer in a club is a rip-off. A dinner of fish and chips in a Sixth Street pub was starting to make me drowsy.

We left with a shrug half-way through the set. Upon reflection it seems a fitting tribute to this band. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the music – then or now, there’s no band quite like them – and the show was good, but not enough to trump a desire to go home, play with the hounds, and go to bed.

Damn, getting older is so not punk. Still, I suppose it’s appropriate that the show that made us feel our age was Dinosaur Jr. Something about them makes being lazy and uncool seem okay.

We lumbered home, our hipness extinct, but not really caring. Kind of like that butt-scratcher on the corner outside Stubbs, who was incidentally none other than J Mascis.

Signing Strayhorn’s Petition

Democrats accuse Carole Strayhorn of being a Rick-Perry-in-a-skirt conservative. Republicans despise her for being too liberal. It seems to me that if both parties hate her, she may be a good candidate for those of us who want a better Texas, but couldn’t care less about the fortunes of either party.

I think the real reason Strayhorn has earned the ire of the two major parties is the fact that she has, over the course of her career, strayed from both. Quitting both parties is troublesome for partisans when the so-called quitter is one of the most popular politicians in Texas.

I suppose her lack of loyalty to the major parties makes her something of a traitor in their eyes when in actuality having quit both parties is merely a sign that she’s come to her senses.

Strayhorn and fellow independent hopeful Kinky Friedman both need to gather nearly 50,000 signatures to get on the November ballot, and I’ve been going back and forth on whose petition to sign. Here’s the situation:

  • Rick Perry (R) must be defeated.
  • Chris Bell (D) will lose.
  • Friedman will shoot himself in the foot, probably after draining Bell’s support.
  • Strayhorn can beat Perry.

In addition to her potential as a candidate, Strayhorn is genuinely interested in doing right by Texas schools and Texas taxpayers. I finally signed Strayhorn’s petition. I still have a lot to learn about Bell, so I don’t know if she’ll get my vote in November, but I’m convinced she deserves a spot on the ballot.

Perhaps in the coming weeks I’ll explore each candidate’s positions in more depth.

Fighting Spam

I’ve been getting inundated with comment spam lately. WordPress has a nifty feature called Akismet that blocks most of it out and puts it in a queue for me to check over before dumping it. I’m used to the occasional “Hi. I love your blog. Check out my deal on Viagra” type comments, but lately, the comments have been pretty weird:

  • “love give give – that is all that table is capable of , steal plane is very good tournament”
  • “, increase soldier is very good soldier”
  • “rape table is very good boy pair will player unconditionally, expect play do – that is all that round is capable of”
  • “to kill corner you should be very universal when tournament percieve cosmos loose , girl will player unconditionally”
  • “grass can forecast slot: when grass is grass it will roll chair”
  • “con soldier is very good cards: international is feature of astonishing gnome , industrious chair steal or not”

Each comment also has random words set up as hyperlinks that go to sites like CNN, USA Today, MSNBC and Hollywood Reporter, which is odd since I wouldn’t think those well-established sites would need to go spamming the backwaters of the blogosphere for traffic.

The URL for each spammer is often one of several sites (not to be mentioned here) that have to do with movies. I won’t click through from my dashboard (so as not to encourage these vermin) so who knows what’s really there, but I’ve been getting inundated with this garbage.

So far Akismet and WordPress have been effective and caught 471 comment spams. Akismet remembers the spammers’ URLs, IPs and content and becomes more effective each time it catches something. In addition to that, WP holds any comment with three or more links for moderation. Still, a few are suddenly getting through. WordPress has a number of plug-ins available for CAPTCHA so I’m installing one (Bot Check) that looks easy to do. If it doesn’t work, I’ll try a different one.

I hope this isn’t inconvenient for anyone. I would appreciate it if someone would post a comment here so that I know it works, and please email me if you see problems or can’t comment. Unless you’re a spammer in which case please go to Hell.

The Education of Greyhound Phoebe, Chapter the Seventh

in which Phoebe gets bored while reviewing for finals

Last night’s class was not much more than a review for next week’s final exam. Most young scholars, be they students of literature or canine obedience, don’t really enjoy exam review, and Phoebe proved to be no exception.

She grew bored mid-way through and forgot who I was. She decided to ignore me completely and invest all her energy into her peer group. I don’t think she’s involved in drugs or gangs, but I’m watching her writing to make sure there isn’t any secret tagging going on.

The exam will consist of a demonstration of everything that has been learned so far, but for Phoebe ‘sit’ and ‘down’ have been modified to ‘stay,’ so we practiced stay, and we stayed, and kept staying. Phoebe nearly stayed a hole in the ground she stayed so well. Of course she is quite staid in public…

At the end of the class we were given a final project to do at home. The teacher wants us to teach our dogs a trick using the things we learned in class. She recommends ‘shake’ or ‘high-five’ so that’s what we’ll be working on as we cram for next week’s final.

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Monday Movie Roundup

Only two this week…

11:14 (Greg Marks, 2003)

At 11:14 pm a car accident takes place near an overpass. It all happens very quickly, and it takes a little while to get into the groove of this fast-paced thriller, which is as much a dark comedy as a meditation on the seemingly random nature of connected events. Director Marks presents a sequence of events out of sequence so that the puzzle for the audience becomes finding the connections in this mystery rather than figuring out whodunit.

It reminded me of several other films such as Outside Ozona, Memento, and Three Days in the Valley that play with the flow of time and seeming random characters as fate veers towards some connecting calamity, but this film keeps within its limits and pushes those tenuous connections to the forefront. Worth watching, but will probably be forgotten in a few months. Three stars.

Good Night, and Good Luck (George Clooney, 2005)

I meant to see Good Night, and Good Luck when it came out, but then it’s one that I figured would play just as well at home. I was right, and that’s no slam on the movie; besides, it seemed especially appropriate to see Good Night, and Good Luck on a television since the film so eloquently takes us back to a time in which television was new and seemed to hold so much promise for those who believed in its power.

Clooney does a masterful job capturing a specific moment in history, that moment when the media still did its job. Shot in black-and-white and set to a bluesy/jazz soundtrack the film immediately evokes the 1950s as I imagine that time to have been. The photography is beautiful (of course there’s nothing cooler looking than people smoking in a well-lit black-and-white movie) and makes this film as enjoyable for its aesthetic value as for its content.

The content, of course, is what makes this movie so important. The viewer must have at least a basic knowledge of Senator Joseph McCarthy’s attacks on America and an awareness of who Edward R Murrow was because it jumps in at the moment when Murrow decides to go after McCarthy at great professional risk to himself and the entire CBS network.

Anyone aware of US history knows how this ends, but it’s interesting to see the role the media played in exposing McCarthy’s corruption and anti-American agenda. Mostly, though, Good Night, and Good Luck is saddening because at its heart is the implicit reminder that the media that once kept a watch on government is gone, now having been replaced by a media establishment whose idea of reporting is nothing more than ‘He said’-‘She said’ without analysis, without questioning, and without seriously taking to task those in power.

Good Night, and Good Luck attempts to remind us that part of the price of freedom is to vigorously question those in power, and that that is why we have a free press.

The saddest truth, though, is that the media gives us exactly what we want. Four and a half stars.