2012 CalArts Graduation

Dan graduated from CalArts last night, with a Master of Fine Arts. Years ago, he had declined to attend his BFA commencement at Webster, so this was his first commencement. It was unlike any commencement that I’ve ever gone to. It was quite the party, quite the wild party. I’ve included some random crowd shots to give the feel of the ceremony. Amanda, Dan’s friend, also graduated last night. The rest of the people pictured, just think of supporting cast. The bad boys and girls of the School of Art lived up to their rep. Condemned to walk last, they suffered an interminable three-hour wait. What took so long, was that each graduate was alloted ten seconds of audio sound track as they walked the stage. Most of the grads had music playing and some tracks were embarrassingly popular. Best sounds went to a south Asian man whose audio recording was a well-timed correction of the pronunciation of his alphabet soup name, “No Dean so-and-so, my name is pronounced, …” Anyway, let’s get back to those bad art students. After the last of them had walked, it was announced that a beloved teacher was retiring. Spontaneously, the entire graduating art school rushed the stage and risked its collapse, much to the consternation of security. It all turned out well though and afterwards food and drink was served.

Summer Dreams

The Dreamer, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1879

Today was a slow news day for me. At work, I split my time between Saint Charles and Saint Louis, trying to cover both bases. For me, it was another work day, another Monday.

Anne continued student testing today. She is part of the team that runs the standardized testing mandated by No Child Left Behind. Anne likes to refer to this act as No Child Left Untested. She has been preparing to test or actually giving the tests for the entire month of April. In May she will wrap up this year’s testing season and then get ready for summer vacation. She has about two more weeks left, twelve days to be exact, not that she is counting the days to the end of her school year. 😉

What are the three best things about teaching?
June, July and August

The picture will this post is of Renoir’s “The Dreamer”. I photographed it at the Saint Louis Art Museum earlier this year. The following paragraph is the museum’s writeup.

This richly colorful work is one of many studies of young, unidentified models that Renoir painted at his Montmartre studio in the late 1870s. He uses his characteristically feathery brushwork, particularly in his treatment of the background floral wallpaper. The mild eroticism of the sitter’s gaze – the English painter Walter Richard Sickert later described this as a “saucy” portrait – is enhanced by the way in which she idly places her finger in her mouth.

So what are Anne’s summer dreams? There is of course the Cabin. This has become a summer staple. Jay and family will be there this summer. We’ll be visiting California. This will be our “big” vacation this year. There will be lots of people to see and places to go, while out West. We hope to encore last year’s League of Michigan Bicyclist ride. This year the plan is to do MUP (Michigan’s Upper Peninsula). She spent much of yesterday planning a quilting project, so some sewing is likely in the cards and maybe some painting too, painting the bathroom that is. It all sounds saucy to me.

Happy Birthday, to our prettiest and smartest niece, Ashlan!

A Wise Old Owl

A New Photo of Charles the Great Horned Owl

Chuck, a wise old owl who has fathered many clutches of owlets, sits as graphic for this post. He looks down in disapproval of the foolish, stupid and ignorant human goings-on below. It is my unfortunate task to have to enumerate these goings-on. And I can plainly tell you, it doesn’t help me to have to write this, with such a disapproving overseer, looking down over my shoulder. I guess that I’ll just have to do my humanly best.

The supermarket checkout line looked inviting, I should have done my usual U-scan, but I didn’t, and once you empty your basket of groceries onto the conveyor belt, you’re committed. Anyway, that’s what I say. The one guy ahead of me was handed his receipt just as I finished unloading my basket. Perfecto! Wait, he is now asking for his change that never appeared. The clerk re-checks the receipt and confirms the customer’s complaint. The clerk asks the customer to wait until the cash register drawer can be reopened, like after I’ve been rung up. The customer agrees and then just stands there, blocking my access to the card reader. Clerk, customer and I stand there for a moment, or two, or three. I eventually have to ask him to move, and he steps aside. I run my card and the process proceeds. The bagger had already bagged and placed into his cart the previous customer’s groceries. After the bagger had bagged my groceries, the other customer placed my goods into his cart too. This leads to a free-for-all between the bagger, the other customer and me. I ended up having to check and recheck my receipt versus my bags. I should have gone with the U-scans, but I kept my cool with the humans.

“The Chip” is the MRH High School newspaper. Dave wrote for it, when he was in high school. Anne brought a copy home and pointed out an article, “Flipping off, flipping opinions on Flipper”. In this editorial piece, the author questions the practices of capturing and killing dolphins. They are captured for exhibition at amusement parks like Sea World and killed for food in Japan. My complaint is not with the author’s politics, but with a statement, or rather, misstatement that is made. At one point the author takes the devil’s advocate position and argues, “Why shouldn’t these fishermen capitalize on the value of our flippered friends? They are mammals just like turkeys, chicken and cows. We eat them, so why not a dolphin?” I questioned Anne, how could the teacher allow such a mistake to go to print? Anne explained that a public error is sometime more instructive than a private one corrected.

This pre-dawn morning, through our open bedroom window, I heard an owl hooting. It couldn’t have been Chuck; we’re surely outside his range. Lying in the dark, I heard the owl’s “who-who-who-who”, followed by a long pause, and then “who-who-who-who” again. These rounds continued until either the owl flew on, or I fell asleep again. Thinking about these two stories, I glad that I didn’t lose my temper, but it was close. I also now see the wisdom of Anne’s explanation. Hearing about the foolishness of others, is often fun. Not joining into that foolishness gives one a sense of moral superiority. This feeling though is foolish, because at one time or another, we all play the fool. Anyway, that’s what Chuck tells me.

Stop the Flying Unicorns (STFU)

Dear Reader, after another day in 6th Grade Paradise, and a 27 mile bike ride to calm down, I decide to attempt the essay that the students were doing. Attached is the graphic organizer, and the first draft of my 5-P essay. It might be a little too sarcastic, but it is only a rough draft. If you’re not sure about some of the references, ask the kids. – Anne

Stop the Flying Unicorns

Many people are unaware that flying unicorns even exist, let alone of the problems flying unicorns can cause. Flying unicorns are dangerous, both to themselves and other animals and humans. Flying unicorns are messy, causing huge messes when they fly over buildings and cars. Most importantly, these cousins of Pegasus drive a wedge between the haves and have-nots leading to feelings of entitlement. Here is why the flying unicorns must be stopped.

Flying unicorns are dangerous, since they have wings, hooves, and a sharp horn on their head. Any one of these could cause injuries. They are rambunctious, and inclined to silly horseplay. Of course, this is natural, given that they are indeed related to horses, but it frequently leads to accidents, either to themselves or other people and animals around them. Flying unicorns seldom follow the rules, because they think the rules do not apply to special animals like them. This is another reason they may be a hazard.

Another problem of the flying unicorns is the mess they make. Anyone who has seen bird droppings on their car windows will have no desire to have animals the size of horses flying overhead. While bird droppings are disgusting enough, imagine what your school would look like if a flying unicorn had “an emergency” on the roof or playground. What’s even worse, the droppings look like silly putty, and some kids might play with it and throw it around. Perhaps, with time, flying unicorns could be trained in proper bathroom behavior, much as cats are trained to use litter boxes. However, flying unicorns also have a propensity to mess with other animals’ stuff, breaking it and tossing it around. They are only playing, they say, but this is another facet of why the flying unicorns must be stopped.

Lastly, but most importantly, is the social problems flying unicorns cause. It’s a well-known fact, (as reported in The Journal of Mendacity Unlimited, March 2012), that flying unicorns can only be tamed by quiet, hard-working scholars. This is patently unfair, as it pits the one-percent against the other 99% who do not have these attributes. We provide our students with pencils, paper, erasers and tape to further their education, why should we not also let all of our students have the resource of a flying unicorn? While dangerously rambunctious and admittedly messy, flying unicorns are also beautiful and fun to play with at recess. What a sad sight it is to see some entitled students enjoying the rewards of recess as the sun glints off the horn of their own unicorn, while others are forced to be inside writing. The loud raucous cries of those students and their flying unicorns cannot help but distract those who, through no fault of their own, except perhaps noisy procrastination, have lost the privilege of recess.

In conclusion, I hope I have persuaded you, gentle reader, that it is of utmost importance that we Stop the Flying Unicorns! Say it with me, “Stop the Flying Unicorns! Stop the Flying Unicorns! Stop the Flying Unicorns!” The dangerous horseplay must stop. The huge messes and wasted resources must stop. The sense of entitlement that rides roughshod over the rights of others to a studious environment and productive education should, nay (neigh?) must stop! Flying Unicorns must be stopped.

Will the Real 6th Grade Please Stand-Up

I showed this video to Anne tonight. She thought it was great. Created by Australian Hugh Atkin, it cleverly covers Emenim’s “The Real Slim Shady”. Although, she wondered in what context Romney used the word masturbate. I just figure that he was speaking about one of the twenty some Republican debates, and misspoke. 😉

It turns out that she also covered this Emenim song. It was time for the class to go to lunch and she called-out, “Will the 6th Grade please stand-up.” Realizing what she had just said, and also not getting any response from the class, when she first asked, she asked again, “Will the real 6th Grade please stand-up, please stand-up, please stand-up?”