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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) joyeuse13 | |
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Just sent off my final project for the semester to my professor, and got back confirmation that she received it. Woo-hoo, all done!!! This was a fun project: we had to submit a proposal for a textbook, along with a table of contents and a sample chapter. I opted for a content-based course package with the theme of American cultural art forms. Content-based instruction (or CBI, as my acronym-happy field of study refers to it) basically means you learn language by means of studying some other topic entirely, and integrate language study into the topic lessons. What got me thinking along these lines was that, way back in Intercultural Communication, we had this conversation. And I realized that I do, in fact, identify with American culture. It really doesn't get much more American than swing dancing. So, starting from there, I began brainstorming other American art forms, and damn if we don't have quite a few of them. So my textbook covers swing dancing, rock 'n' roll music, Broadway musicals, Hollywood movies, science fiction literature, and the Studio Crafts art movement. (That last one required some research--I had no idea if there even was a distinctly American visual art form. I wish I'd thought of comic books earlier, but oh well.) Interested parties can download the proposal here and the sample chapter and TOC here. (Beware this last, though, it's a 10MB download, so it may take a while.)
Done!
Tags: education, grad school, language
Current Mood:  done
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filkertom | |
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... Maybe that didn't pop out right. But still. This country has an unhealthy, ridiculous obsession with sex. Some see it as Teddibly Teddibly Harmful, to the point that even a flash of what turned out to be a covered nipple sent paroxysms of freak-out across the nation (most of which were by the vast profusion of self-appointed scolds; everybody else DVR'd and downloaded that clip like crazy). Others want every bit of stimulation and titillation they can find. I think the vast majority of us are somewhere in the middle: Yeah, sex is fantastic, but now and then somebody's gotta do the laundry. I am a heterosexual male. I love looking at breasts, under most circumstances. But I'm no longer fourteen, y'know? And even if I was, it's not like a breast-feeding mom is offering her other breast, goin', "Hey, sailor, check it out." (I understand that there are guys who go to Lamaze classes for unwed mothers, cruising for a date: they have tangible proof that the girl puts out. I wish to FSM I was kidding.) Fer cryin' out loud, all you need to do to see all the nekkid boobies you can possibly handle, har har, is to turn off Safe Search on Google. If you are threatened, offended, disturbed, riveted, whatever, by the flash of a nipple, especially from a breastfeeding mother, something is not right and it's likely you. And if your concept of civilization can be threatened by it, maybe you should put the deck of cards away and start using bricks and mortar. Tags: politics, religion, sex, wtf
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billroper | |
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The Christmas tree has been sitting it its stand since Monday, so it was really getting to be time to start decorating it. Of course, the first step in this process is to put the lights on the tree. As it happens, I managed to score four sets of LED sequencing Christmas lights from Sam's Club right after they went on display last month. They are, naturally, long gone now. (Along with the net LED lights that are on the dwarf Alberta spruce trees outside. I really need four more sets of those. Good luck!) But having found these means that I'm able to retire the venerable sequencers that I've been using for years while waiting for the LED sequencer lights to come along. The angel has been on top of the tree since we put it up, since the eight foot ladder was already in the house for some curtain hanging. And the eight foot ladder was necessary, because this is easily the tallest tree that we've ever had. It's a good ten feet tall from floor to top of the angel. Fortunately, it is not ten feet wide, so it's still smaller than Treezilla in total bulk. There were two problems with trying to put up the lights: Katie and Julie. Katie wanted to help, but she wasn't really able to help string lights yet. She was able to dump the big Ziploc bag full of spare bulbs everywhere. Oh, well. That's what brooms and dustpans are for. Julie, on the other hand, wanted to climb the ladder. And when I caught her on the fifth rung -- having turned my back -- with Katie right behind her, we decided that it was time to take the girls upstairs, put them to bed, and finish putting the lights on the tree afterwards. Yeah, sure. Neither girl went to bed easily tonight. Julie fussed and fussed before finally falling asleep. Katie went through three bottles of formula (mixed at the usual 1/5 strength for her), half of Chapter Three in the new Winnie-the-Pooh book, and a diaper change (which was no surprise after 30 ounces of liquid) and finally fell asleep a bit after midnight. The lights are on the tree now. The older strings have now been wrapped up for the Amvets collection on Monday, along with a number of never-unwrapped sets of lights that we'll now never use due to the great LED revolution. But it's a very pretty tree. It'll be even prettier tomorrow once the ornaments are on it. And since we bought a lot of unbreakable ornaments both before and after Christmas last year, that'll be something that Katie and Julie can help with. :) Tags: christmas, home, kids, musings
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