Show and Tell

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I brought my husband for show and tell at school today. True, he did all the telling and showing.

My school has morning programs every day of the week except for Wednesday. On Mondays and Fridays, that means Town Meetings or guest speakers. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, that means Tefillah, or prayer. At the beginning of the year, Marc, the head of our Judaics department and the coolest rabbi in the world, asked us as a faculty if we could think of things to share with the students — as a community — about something we do or someone we know. I immediately thought of Steve. He could come to the school, talk about opera, and sing for the students. Marc loved the idea.

Steve talked about how he came to opera, the son of a “redneck” family in Tennessee, where the only opera anyone heard of was the Grand Ole Opry. It was an utterly fascinating talk, and I learned things I didn’t know before, too. The students were very attentive and asked great questions. They applauded long and lustily when he sang. I think they really, truly loved it. The faculty and students kept telling me all day how much they liked it.

I was really proud of him. While he talked and sang, faculty and students kept catching my eye and smiling. There is already talk of bringing him back. Marc is interested in taking the students to see him perform in Cosi.

I think students always enjoy seeing another side of their teachers. It was the coolest show and tell ever.


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A Celtic Tale: The Legend of Deirdre

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I have finally changed my radio blog. Despite Cranky Dragon’s recent insistence otherwise, I’ve been slack about changing my Radio Blog. It said the current files had been up about 45 days, but actually it has been longer, since I reuploaded them when we had to deal with our host’s new server fiasco around the beginning of August. So it’s been about two months. It was a good lineup, but I really needed to change it.

I uploaded an entire CD, which isn’t something I’ve ever done before. It is Mychael and Jeff Danna’s A Celtic Tale: The Legend of Deirdre, which is my favorite CD. I was going to put up an homage to U2 in commemoration of their induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and I still may later on, but this afternoon, as fall seems to be arriving in Georgia, I played this CD while I graded papers, and I decided I must share it with you all — the whole thing.

I encourage you to read the story of Deirdre, the inspiration for the music. It’s one of my favorite Irish myths. You can also purchase Deidre: A Celtic Legend by David Guard, but hurry. It looks like it might be going out of print soon.


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A Picture Paints a Thousand Words

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To say that Susan Vreeland is just inspired by art wouldn’t be right. It’s true, but she also inspires the reader through language, vividly creating the art and bringing new meaning to the old cliché that a picture paints a thousand words.

I usually wait to review a book completely once I’ve finished it, but I couldn’t wait to share my find with you. I’m in the midst of a very pleasurable read — Girl in Hyacinth Blue. This is the story of a painting. Not so much the painting itself — at least, not at this point in my reading — but the story of the people who own and grow to love the painting. Vreeland traces the painting’s ownership back to its origin. So far, it has changed hands in the most remarkable ways, all interesting snippets of history and poetically drawn. It’s a reader’s delight. Vreeland writes almost as though she herself is painting a picture — the imagery is striking. I can so clearly see each scene she describes.

I read the book wishing I had a book club or something like that to share it with — this is a book I want to discuss. I think if I were to teach World Literature, I would find a way to get it into the curriculum somehow. That seems to me to be where it fits best.

Vreeland is coming to Atlanta on January 13. I am going to be there, and I am going to tell her timidly that I’m an English teacher, just like she was, and that I would like to be a writer — would I could write like her! And I will ask her to sign my copy of Girl in Hyacinth Blue. Then I need only find it a place of honor on the bookshelf, where I can display it like the characters display the Vermeer masterpiece in each vignette in this wonderful book.

It’s a pity I picked this book up the weekend after I gave so many tests that must be graded!

Update, 8:16 P.M.: I have finished the book. I declare it a work of art, lovingly rendered, painstakingly researched, and a delight to read. If you appreciate art, I think you will really enjoy this book. Amazon recommends this book often with Tracy Chevalier. I can see why. Both writers seem enamored of the backstories behind art. Chevalier tackled this theme in one book I’ve read: The Lady and the Unicorn (reviewed here); and one book I haven’t read: Girl with a Pearl Earring (the subject of which is also Vermeer). I am looking forward to Life Studies: Stories, which will be released in January 2005, and also examines the stories behind art. I think this is a fascinating new genre of literature. It is sort of becoming a genre, isn’t it?

Well, go read this book, and tell me what you think.


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More Stuff

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Happy Rosh Hashanah to my Jewish friends (a day late). We had the traditional apples and honey in the faculty lounge at school.

Sarah was officially diagnosed with ADD (Inattentive type, not Hyperactive). She will start taking medication next week. We’ll see how that goes.

Today is my 33rd birthday. Sheesh. I remember when my mom was 33. I thought she was old. I bought beer the other day, and, for the first time, I wasn’t carded. Guess it’s all this gray in my hair. My mom sent me a Barnes and Noble gift card, with which I bought Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier, Girl in Hyacinth Blue by Susan Vreeland, and The Queen’s Fool by Philippa Gregory. All three I’ve wanted to read for some time. I am starting with Girl in Hyacinth Blue as soon as I’ve finished re-reading the Harry Potter books. Aw heck. I can’t wait. I’ll just have to start it now. I ate supper with Maggie and Dylan at TGI Friday’s (Carrabba’s was too crowded).

Hurricane Ivan swept over my in-laws, who live near Gulf Shores, AL. The remnants downed trees and knocked out power (for some) in our area. Our air conditioner inexplicably broke during the storm.


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Wikipedia

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Found via Roger Darlington’s blog Nighthawk:

The other way of creating an encyclopaedia is to create a space on the Web and invite passers-by to write articles. This is such a preposterous idea that nobody in their right mind would entertain it for a moment. How, then, do we explain the fact that someone has done it, and that it is a raging success?

Read the rest of the article at The Guardian.

Naughton makes a great point. How on earth does this work, what with so many people out there being jerks and whatnot? But it does. You know, I also use Wikipedia more than most other reference sites online. I even have a plugin with Firefox that allows me to highlight a word, right-click, and look it up in Wikipedia. Most of one of my recent Pensieve posts was written largely with the help of Wikipedia. It’s all open source. You can alter or write articles if you want. Yes, you! Of course, someone may come along and change what you’ve written. And as Naughton points out, vandalism happens. It also happens to get repaired by the good geeks to find it. It’s a pretty cool community and a great resource. Take the knowledge of humanity on the web, construct a way for them to share it, and you have probably one of the best and most comprehensive encyclopedias ever produced. Who would’ve thunk it?


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Stuff and Nonsense

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I have very little to report. Most of us have been feeling sick. Dylan brought home some kind of tummy bug and gave it to Maggie and me. Sarah seems okay so far. I can’t tell about Steve. Dylan’s been a right pain today. Crying almost all day. Very cranky. I don’t feel well, which limits my patience.

We had Curriculum Night (or Open House, Parent’s Night — a rose by any other name) on Thursday. It went very well, I thought. I was told by some parents that their children were enjoying my class. That’s good to hear.

We had a September 11 memorial for our morning program on the 10th. I believe strongly in remembering. I wonder, though, how people who live with terrorism as a daily part of their lives — Israelis, for example — feel about the way we commemorate September 11. My friend is right about one thing: our lives have not changed much. We have to spend longer in the airport going through additional screening. But we are not any more cautious or vigilant than we ever were. We lived through one horrible day of unspeakable terror, and it taught us little. I am not saying we deserved what happened. I will never say that. I don’t believe it for a minute. I don’t think anyone deserves to be the victim of terrorism. Am I wrong, or do I just not see the sympathy for those in our world who live with terrorism on a daily basis? Am I just missing it? We don’t know what it is like to take our lives in our hands when we step on a bus. We don’t know what it is like to watch a bomb go off across the street. We don’t know what it is like to have our schools close because they were bombed.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m not making sense. I don’t feel well, and I’m tired. I do know that come November, I’m going to take my little voter registration card down the street, hold my nose, and vote for the candidate I hate least.


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Frances

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This won’t be my usual long blather. Just wanted to tell everyone Frances is bearing down on Atlanta in a much gentler way than she did Florida or South Georgia. My school was closed. They apparently tried to call me and tell me, but I had already left the house. I was stuck in traffic and called the school to tell them I was running late, and the receptionist told me. We got home after being in traffic for an hour and a half and Sarah was there. Her school district was one of the few that didn’t close today, but her bus never showed. I wonder if the driver assumed there was no school? I wonder if she’s still employed? Anyway, Sarah didn’t say so, but I think being forgotten by the busdriver in the pouring rain and wind was depressing and scary, so I let her stay home. We had Burger King for lunch. I graded all my papers. I left the babies at daycare, because Maggie would not have been happy to leave before she got her playing done. Dylan would have been ecstatic to be picked up early, but I figured I should seize the opportunity to grade papers with no little ones around. Listen to me feeling guilty for leaving them at daycare when I would have had to pay for the full day whether they stayed or not.

In other news, Vickie is safe and blogging about Frances. It would seem she was at least able to keep power this time (most of the time, anyway). Sure hope Ivan doesn’t slam them next.

The oddest thing to me about hurricanes, speaking as a former resident of Hampton Roads in Virginia and Cape Fear in North Carolina, is the large amount of debris from trees and plants. There is all this fresh greenery all over the ground. It looks so out of place there. Of course, I haven’t experienced a hurricane that tore houses apart, which I am sure is extremely surreal to see. Just all the limbs and leaves littering the roads and yards. This morning I had some stray green leaves plastered to my car, and it made me think of those hurricanes in Cape Fear.


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