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Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Monday, 07 January 2008

  • So Braddy, what are you going to write about on your post?

    Your feet.

    Um... You haven't written on Xanga since OCTOBER and I bet everyone thinks you fell off the face of the planet... and you write about FEET??? 

    Sounds reasonable to me.

    What a dufus.  Why don't you write about the special day today? 

    National Boxing Day in Austrailia?

    Whiiiiiiiiine!

    Oh, right, your half-birthday.

      Happy half-birthday to me!  Happy half-birthday to me!  Can you believe I'm 21 1/2???

    So you're what, 15 and a half now?

    *pout*  I'm 21 1/2.  What are you... robbing the cradle or something?  *gasp* 

    Well, it often *looks* like that.  What with your youthful looks and all.

    You mean I have a "baby face." 

    No, you have about a 15-17ish year-old face.  And face.

    Anyway, back on topic.    So write about my half birthday then.  *giggle*

    Hm, what does one say about a half-birthday?

    *pout*  Fine.  You could talk about your visit with me.

    Hm, let's see...  Ah, yes...

      (He's a bad boy.)

    We had lots of fun.

    Cut, cut!  Boring line.

    We went to a Japanese Steak house.

    Yeah, and you had mushrooms, shrimp, and sushi all for the first time and all in one night! 

    And I only liked the shrimp.

    That sushi was good.  It was crab and wrapped in crunchy pastry instead of seaweed.

    The pastry was the best part of it, personally.  Oh, and I used chopsticks for the first time.

    And you were good!  My dad couldn't get the hang of it, even though he's used chopsticks a bunch of times.

    And with my luck I had to try to eat rice with them on my first time.

    You're adorable.

    And you're cute.  And a slow hiker.

    HEY!  I was ENJOYING nature!  Unlike my family who was bulldozing over it!

    You were enjoying it at a slow enough pace to let it grow on you.

    Braddy! 

      Poor blonde.

    You were a good trooper hiker.

    And for the record, Brad was right behind me.    So he was "slow" too.

    Maybe I was just keeping pace with you...?

    Hmph.  So what was your favorite part about the visit.

    You.

    Awwwww.  You're sweet.    What was your least favorite part? 

    Leaving.

    I agree.    I miss you, dear.  Sigh... Can't wait to see you again. 

    I miss you too.  You were cute bowling, btw.

    pitter-patter-pitter-patter-jumpstop... fling...

    I was so tired of trying to bowl well that I finally gave up and did much better!  Hey!

    I can't wait to see you again as well.  Bye-bye for now, yellow-haired one.

Sunday, 28 October 2007

  • College Quality Update

    Here's a brief interesting video clip on the state of modern college education.

    Thankfully I don't suffer from all the atrocities listed in the video. Some are a result of the education system going down the tubes, some are the student's fault. Given my advancement in my field of study, my class sizes are closer to 30-40 and a lack of interest for some classes forced them to wait until the demand is even large enough for the class size. I don't talk that much on my phone either -- even counting talking to RJ. I also don't care for Facebook although I do have other avenues I spend my time on. I also show up to all my classes (when I can actually remember what times they start) and make use of my TAs.

    I'm not the norm, though. With thousands of students across the nation each in all the levels of psychology, sociology, philosophy, etc, things can get bottle-necked and pushed to the way-side.

    I might elaborate more on this in the future, but my basic idea of education reform would consist of eliminating the last two year of high school and replacing them with two years of college. Kids used to be expected to be full-time workers and were treated as adults by age 16 or 17, making them now remain in school until 22 just to start life (in debt, having forgotten the majority of what they "learned") is stupid. The last two years of high school contribute nothing that college couldn't, indeed, much of the first two years of college is the last two years of high school just a bit more intense. I would go so far as to argue that the last two years of high school are usually so brain-deading that it hurts students because it puts off higher-level thinking just that much longer while at the same time training them not to think. Under our current system, we raise kids to think on a lower level then throw them into college because it turns out they don't have the basic skills they need from that lower-level system.

    It's somewhat ironic, but part of the general education for college exists basically to undo what high school does. It's not necessarily all that great itself, but it does a better job of what it's supposed to. In high school you're taught to memorize and regurgitate. In college they emphasize understanding. I simply see no reason for most of traditional high school.

Thursday, 04 October 2007

  • Richard Scarry Becomes Politcally Correct

    Remember Richard Scarry's books? Here's a side-by-side comparison of the changes made to the covers of Richard Scarry's Best Word Book Ever.

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/kokogiak/66087367/in/set-1425737/

    There are a couple of sensible ones, such as the detail added to the eyes and the more modern stove, but everything else (about 7 changes) are gender-reversals or politically correct corrections. The police officer is changed to a female, the person pushing the carriage is changed to male, a husband is added in the kitchen, a wife is added in the farm. "Fireman" is changed to "fire fighter", "policeman" is changed to "police officer".

    You have to love political correctness.

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

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    • Name: Brad
    • Country: United States
    • State: California
    • Metro: Sacramento
    • Birthday: 7/9/1987
    • Gender: Male
    • Member Since: 1/2/2006

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