186: Eight Track Tape

Jesse Scacciawrote:
One attitude among some homeschoolers that I find endlessly frustrating is that, as you say, you “don’t need to know.. how the other half works.” Don’t you think this sounds a little arrogant? Don’t you think you sound like you’re maybe bragging about possible gaps in knowledge/practice in your pedagogy? Even the best in their fields still go out and try to learn from their competitors or people doing it a different way. Why does it need to be such a ‘we know best, leave us alone’ attitude?

Of course it sounds arrogant.
That doesn’t make it untrue.
Most of us have tried the product you’re offering and found it wanting. Many of us used to force feed that same product ourselves.

Jesse, we’ve found something better.

You’re not the competition, you’re the 8-track tape.

We watch the schools. We take notes.
We mostly learn what to avoid doing:

We learn how to make children hate reading.
We learn how to make children despise math.
We learn how to make children loathe their own innate curiosity.
We learn how to stamp out every last spark of creativity and interest and zest for life.

These are not things we want to replicate.

We’ve given up the idea that the earth is the center of the universe; we’ve given up the idea that’s the earth is flat; and we’ve given up the idea that schools are places where young, vibrant people should spend their youth doing time.

We’ve found something better.

We do know better.

Give up the flat earth and chuck the 8 track. The sun doesn’t revolve around the earth, and a full childhood designed to create vibrant, interesting, interested, curious, innovative adults doesn’t revolve around school.

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187: Huddled Masses

A response to Jesse Scaccia’s assertion that homeschoolers are arrogant in our assertion that we understand how the public school teaching profession works.

This is how public education works:

A bunch of previously ideological “teachers” get a captive audience of “students” (compelled to attend by force of law) to whom they must “teach” a set curriculum that may or may not suit the needs of said incarcerated children, may or may not hold their attention, and generally grinds out any sparks of curiosity and interest in life that the children had.

Said ideologues grow jaded and burned out. Said ideological teachers are so burned out on even the idea of learning that they must, themselves, be forced into “continuing education,” because they wouldn’t otherwise do it. (And, sadly, every continuing ed class I’ve been in that was a subject I wanted to study, was clogged with teachers just grinding out required credits and bogging down those of us who were there by choice).

Said prisoners (both students and teachers) stop yearning to be free.

Bureaucrats and legislators throw more and more money at the “problem” while simultaneously increasing the length of the school day and the length of the sentence. (And, should you think that “doing the time” isn’t the point of this incarceration, let me point you to any number of stories about the inmates having to make up missed time: graduated seniors, doing time in “Attendance school”, new draconian attendance policies, and the school from a few weeks ago whose calendar SNAFU (scheduling too many teacher prep periods) put them over a month behind in attendance).

Like prison, the focus is on doing the time.
It’s no wonder the guards are burned out.

It’s just surprising how few of them see it for what it is.

Worse, still, is how few of the guards or prisoners yearn to be free.  It’s lost.  Stolen.  Gone.

This does explain quite a bit about our society, though.

Our founders would be horrified at our docile acceptance of a childhood stripped of constitutional rights.  They would be repulsed at our destruction of the family.   They would revile us for trading liberty for security.  They would cry out against our training our children to trample the Constitution.

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188: Any Questions?

This is your Jen:
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This is your Jen after two trips to the building department and a whole host of setbacks:
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Any questions?

Actually, I have one.

Want to buy a 45′ geodesic dome kit?

Includes hubs, 2bys, sheathing, windows, two extension kits, all the bolts and nails, engineering drawings and calculations from both 1979 and 2009; I will sell it to you for 20K.

It will probably be less than 5K to freight it to your location in the lower 48, and I will pack it mindblowingly well.

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189: The Etymology of Crepes (Father’s Day Breakfast)

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Condiments (raspberry curd (made fresh this morning), lemon curd, Nutella, strawberries).
poured
Poured (not to kill the magic — but crepes are just really thin pancakes).
bubbling
Bubbled (again, just like a pancake).
flipped
Flipped (can you see where the hotspot in me skillet is? freaky, huh?).
fillednutellastrawberries
Filled (Nutella and strawberries).
filledraspberrycurd
Filled (raspberry curd).
plated
Plated.

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190: Roasted Corn, Asparagus, and Cauliflower

Because most of our culture creates meals centered around meat, it’s hard for omnivores to imagine what we must eat that’s mostly vegan and not high carb.

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When I tell them we eat plates of veggies, the look they give me indicates that either a) they’re picturing side portions and don’t think we’re eating enough in that case or b) they think that eating a whole plate of vegetables probably isn’t very healthy.

Here, we had roasted corn, asparagus, and cauliflower, and were both quite full and healthy.

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191: Deck Shade Project

Last year, I set up one (sad, lonely) hog panel that curved out from the house and rested against the rail. On it, I fastened a roll of reed mat (available in the garden section) to shade the huge windows on the front of the house. It performed well, so this year I convinced my dad that we ought to cover the whole front great room windows, and the two on the west end of the house.

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I got the 6′ x 15′ reed mats and cut them in half, because I don’t need them to go all the way down to the deck floor. (Also, I’m growing beans up from planters on the deck, so I’ll be rolling the mats up as the summer progresses, to get them out of the way of the beans.

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We’re having “weird mountain spring weather” this month, which I just adore, but which photographs queerly.

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192: Tuesday Knitting Group

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This group waxes and wanes, and the membership is always a little different from week to week.

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Ironically, it was Ennalorac (seen here in red) who first thought we ought to have a crafting retreat at Camp Cross . . . but didn’t herself make it.

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193: Farmerteen’s New Do

Poor Farmerteen.
She has straight, thin hair like the paternal side of her family.

I convinced her that she ought to stop trying to fight what it is, and work with it.

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She’s not convinced that she adores it yet.
I think she’s just resigned.

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At least it isn’t thinning further, like her father’s. (Yikes!)

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194: Hitler Danced a Happy Jig

So Farmerteen is doing a research/writing project based on the latest anti-homeschooling screed published in our fair state.

This is what she’s working on:

Monday:
Create an outline of Robert Mitchell’s essay.
Does he do what he set out to do? Does he do it well?
What are his main arguments against homeschooling?

Tuesday:
List the proof Mitchell offers in support of his arguments.
What standards of proof does he use?
Are his sample sizes significant? Why or why not?
Does he document his “research”?

Wednesday:
Find at least one of the sources Mitchell claims to offer in defense of his claims.
Outline your response essay.
Collect sources in support of your argument.

Thursday:
Draft your response essay.

Friday:
Proofread and clean your final copy.

At some point today, she decides to look up “homeschool” in our ancient World Book (circa 1973), and on her way to the homeschool entry (which doesn’t exist), she stumbled upon this:

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One wonders the editorial thinking that got this picture included in the H volume, and what discussion went into the decision.
“Jim? WTF?”
“Well, Bob, it’s a humorous picture of Der Fuhrer . . . Britannica’s got nothing on his softer side. Would you prefer the one where he’s holding kittens?”

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195: Who’s Dog Is This?

Okay–so I confess that when I went into the (new) groomer’s this morning, I did say, “Take it all off.”
But I have always said that to every groomer.
And none of them have ever taken his eyebrows.
So it was kind of a surprise to get this dog back from the groomer.

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This might not be a surprise to you, if you don’t realize that I don’t have a black lab.
I have a Black Russian Terrier.

This is roughly the dog I took in this morning:
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