The recommended daily allowance

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The Elegance of the Hedgehog (Muriel Barbery)

p. 53
I have read so many books.

And yet, like most autodidacts, I am never quite sure of what I have gained from them. There are days when I feel I have been able to grasp all there is to know in one single gaze, as if invisible branches suddenly spring out of nowhere, weaving together all the disparate strands of my reading -- and then suddenly the meaning escapes, the essence evaporates, and no matter how often I reread the same lines, they seem to flee ever further with each subsequent reading, and I see myself as some mad old fool who thinks her stomach is full because she's been attentively reading the menu. Apparently this combination of ability and blindness is a symptom exclusive to the autodidact. Deprived of the steady guiding hand that any good education provides, the autodidact possesses nonetheless the gift of freedom and conciseness of thought; where official discourse would put up barriers and prohibit adventure.
Brilliant.

Given that this aging autodidact established M-mv in October 2003 "for readers, thinkers, and autodidacts," I'm sure my delight in this novel is not too difficult to understand. In fact, as I shared in February's "On the nightstand" entry, only two months into the reading year, The Elegance of the Hedgehog emerged as one of my favorite books of 2009.

A chapbook entry for this book is daunting because nearly every bit is quotable. Still, I plan to post additional bits as time permits. Until then, don't miss Muriel Barbery's meditation on intelligence, autodidacticism, the value of art, and, yes, the meaning of life.

Related entries
Autodidacticism (12.27.2004)
Autodidacticism (7.01.2005)
Autodidact (12.29.2005)
On the nightstand (under the pillow, in the knapsack, etc.) (1.14.2006)

And a link to make an autodidact think
Don Swaim interviews Kendall Hailey (April 1, 1988)

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It's old news, but...

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... it snowed here. We awoke on Sunday to about five inches of heavy, wet snow. Beautiful.

Newer news (plus an inadequate photo)
Longtime M-mv readers know how much I love crows. Imagine my delight this year: A crow family is nesting in a large tree in the next yard over, and they spend most of the day swooping in and out of our yard for food, twigs, and amiable chatter.

Bedtime stories

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From "Stephen Hawking's Bedtime Stories: Hawking and His Daughter Publish 'George's Cosmic Treasure Hunt'" (ABC News, March 21, 2009):

Science is increasingly answering questions that used to be the province of religion. The one remaining area that religion can still lay a claim to is the origin of the universe, but even here science is making progress, and should soon provide a definitive answer to how the universe began.


George's Secret Key to the Universe


George's Cosmic Treasure Hunt

Before words, pictures

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The photography of Eudora Welty.

For more about the centennial visit this site, or this. For more about Eudora Welty, begin here.

Additional links of interest
Paris Review interview with the wordsmith

A 1994 interview, in which Welty discusses "A Worn Path."

From the email bag

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Outer Life writes:

I enjoyed your "poetry in motion" post. It reminds me of our own attempt a few years ago to recreate the solar system. We tried to model the size of the planets as well as their distance, so we started with earth as an orange, the moon as a strawberry, but quickly realized our sun would have to be the size of a hot air balloon to stay in scale. And our olive-sized Pluto would be 2.5 miles away!
I've recommended Outer Life repeatedly, but this is as good a time as any to remind you to bookmark this exceptionally well written site.

Biblical allusions

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From "How Science Fiction Found Religion" (City, Winter 2009):

More generally, why has mainstream sci-fi and fantasy as a whole become so religious? One reason may be the religious revival that the United States and much of the world have been undergoing since the 1970s. This “revenge of God,” in French scholar Gilles Kepel’s phrase, has seemingly begun to be felt even in secular Hollywood.

But another reason surely lies in geopolitics. During the sixties and seventies, popular American science fiction looked to the stars and saw a Cold War there.

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Fine Art Friday

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Abandoned
Max Klinger, German (1857-1920)

Klinger was, of course, one of the many artists who influenced Edvard Munch. Abandoned was featured in the exhibit "Becoming Edvard Munch: Influence, Anxiety, and Myth."

"The keys are time and talent."

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From "Calling the Baby Ugly" (Newsweek, March 23):

But in 1966, the Coleman Report concluded: "Schools are remarkably similar in the effect they have on the achievement of their pupils when the socioeconomic background of the students is taken into account." That was a delicate way of not quite saying that the quality of schools usually reflects the quality of the families from which the students come. One scholar estimated that about 90 percent of the differences among schools in average proficiency can be explained by five factors—number of days absent from school, amount of television watched in the home, number of pages read for homework, quantity and quality of reading matter in the home and, much the most important, the presence of two parents in the home. Government cannot do much to make those variables vary, but Duncan correctly thinks that we actually know how to make schools effective anyway. The keys are time and talent.

"It's poetry in motion."

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Fifteen years ago, a colleague presented Mr. M-mv with a box of books -- samples and review copies his mother, a former teacher, had given him. He knew we had a child and thought we might enjoy the books. While many of the books later found other homes, one in particular made the whole box seem like a great treasure to us: the now out-of-print Sky Above and Worlds Beyond (Judith Herbst).

Master and I read it nearly a decade ago, right around the time we took a class in astronomy at the Adler Planetarium. Knowing it was a gem, I hung onto the book for the Misses. Herbst's writing is lucid and often humorous and wonderfully metaphoric -- connecting this to that to make even the most difficult concepts clear -- and the book features one of the best activities for reminding students just how vast our solar system (and, by extension, our universe) is: the string solar system.

We finally unraveled our most recent string solar system yesterday after lunch. We were running errands out of town and decided not to wait another moment. We parked near the greenway beside a large shopping complex. I know you will find this too coincidental to believe, but by the time Saturn was bobbing along, the strains of the music being piped to the outdoor displays of the nearest store reached our ears. Ayup. "She Blinded Me with Science."

Awesome.

If you'd like to create your own string solar system, begin with a ball of twine, knitting yarn, or string and measure a length of 153 feet. On this scale, a half-inch is the equivalent of one million miles. The Misses created their planet tags with index cards, which they labeled, illustrated, and tucked into zip-lock baggies. Mr. M-mv helped them mark the string with dangling washers, to which we affixed the sun and planet cards with large paper clips. We then tied our string solar system to a rolling pin from the dollar store. VoilĂ ! The solar system on a string!

Measurements
18 inches from the Sun (at one end of the string) to Mercury
15.5 inches from Mercury to Venus
18 inches from Venus to Earth
2 feet from Earth to Mars
14 feet 3 inches from Mars to Jupiter
16 feet 9 inches from Jupiter to Saturn
37 feet 3 inches from Saturn to Uranus
42 feet from Uranus to Neptune
36 feet 6 inches from Neptune to Pluto *

* Say what you will, it's our solar system on a string, and we have decided poor Pluto still deserves a spot.

Speaking of science...
As regular readers know, the Misses and Aunt M-mv assembled a volcano in February. We saved the eruption for the last day of our spring break. Last night, Mr. M-mv and the Misses had a, well, blast.

First, they followed the instructions.

And then they decided to amplify the volcano's dessert-like appearance.

It looks like a mint-chocolate-y pie or something, doesn't it?

And speaking of poetry in motion...
If you missed my post on National Poetry Month, please go back for another look.

Hey, WGN Radio listeners! Weird question.

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Why does Rita Cosby repeatedly introduce herself as "veteran TV host"? It was irritating enough when she began her week-long audition with what, to my ears, sounded like a smugly self-satisfied announcement of her credentials. But she seems to repeat the tag before every. single. segment.

A word to the "veteran": I get it. You're experienced. Just conduct interviews, offer cogent commentary, and move the three-hour slot along. I don't require any additional reminders about your previous gigs. Your work this week can, if you allow it, speak for itself.

Speaking of WGN...
I was wrong. John Williams has proven to be the perfect replacement for Spike O'Dell.

On the nightstand

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Books read
The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl (Shauna Reid)
Hold Tight (Harlan Coben)
Brief Gaudy Hour (Margaret Campbell Barnes)
Yes, Mr. M-mv and I watched Season Two of "The Tudors" on DVD recently. I make no apologies.
The Digital Photography Book (Scott Kelby)

Notable acquisitions
The Glister (John Burnside)
Purchased after reading this review in the Chicago Sun-Times.
Little Dorrit (Charles Dickens)
The Digital Photography Book (Scott Kelby)

Books borrowed
None this week.

Review copies received
Carpentaria (Alexis Wright)
In the message offering me this novel, the publicist included this note:

Alexis Wright employs mysticism, stark reality and pointed imagination to name and characterize the land and the people she recreates in this novel, a portrait of life in the settled coastal town of Desperance centers on the powerful Phantom family, leader of the Westend Pricklebush people, and its battles with old Joseph Midnight's renegade Eastend mob on one hand, and the white officials of Uptown and the neighboring Gurfurrit mine on the other.

Wright's storytelling is operatic and surreal: a blend of myth and scripture, politics and farce. The novel teems with extraordinary characters--the outcast saviour Elias Smith, the religious zealot Mossie Fishman, the murderous mayor Bruiser, the moth-ridden Captain Nicoli Finn, the activist Will Phantom, and above all the rules of the family, the queen of the rubbish-dump and the fish-embalming king of time, Agnel Day and her husband, Normal Phantom--larger than life unforgettable characters who will capture your heart and challenge your assumptions about the down-trodden other.
Hella Nation (Evan Wright)
And the publicist who offered me this book wrote:
I wanted to let you know about the new collection from Evan Wright, the award-winning author of Generation Kill. From his work as a reporter at Hustler magazine, to his National Magazine Award-winning writing for Rolling Stone and Vanity Fair, Evan Wright has always had an affinity for outsiders—what he calls “the lost tribes of America.” From radical anarchists and sex workers in Porn Valley to skateboard pitchmen and American troops in "Ass-Crack-istan," Hella Nation is frightening, profane, and darkly comic; it's also one of the most fun books I've read in a long time.

Having trouble understanding news about the economy?

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You're in good company. As Sarah Kliff confided in the March 14 issue of Newsweek, "All the terms blurred together. I even read all of the Financial Crisis for Dummies articles. No dice. I still felt dumb." The remedy, she writes, is the weekly public-radio show "This American Life," which produced "two astoundingly lucid episodes":

The Giant Pool of Money

Bad Bank

"Necessity’s sharp pinch!"

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When faced with a choice between this and this, what does one do? *

"Lost" filled the hole L&O left in my screen-soul after Jerry Orbach's death, and I have avoided missing a new episode when it airs since watching that first season on DVD in three marathon sessions over late-summer/early-fall 2005.

But Ian McKellen in King Lear? Oh. My.

What to do? What to do?

Well, I watched Sayid slay -- um, no spoilers here -- and peeked at Lear during commercials. Now I am watching Lear in earnest, hoping the aging VCR is saving me a good-enough copy for filling in my viewing gaps.

Thank goodness I am not often faced with such challenging dilemmas, eh? Heh, heh, heh.
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* Long ago, I confessed that we had little in the way of hip television technology or services. So although the rabbit ears were retired when we moved to the little house in the tiny woods on the prairie, we never went in for a DVR or TIVO.

I Am Specialized!

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Well, not me, but Master M-mv is. The bicycle shop in the next town over offered many options for the tall cyclist, among them the Specialized style he selected.

Happy (bike) trails, Master M-mv.

Spring. Break.

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Monday highlights
■ "Becoming Edvard Munch: Influence, Anxiety, and Myth" at the Art Institute of Chicago
■ Shopping at Pearl, where, among other good buys, we found Hand-Book Travelogue Journals on sale: buy one, get one for a penny
■ Lunch at Cafe Luigi
■ An afternoon at Lincoln Park Zoo, where the Misses each adopted a meerkat
■ The hospitality at [insert name of downtown hotel here]

Tuesday highlights
■ Our tour of the Smart Home at the Museum of Science and Industry, as well as Wild Ocean, which was showing in the Omnimax Theater

Wednesday plans
■ Testing the waters
■ Erupting a volcano
■ Unraveling the universe

Happy spring. Happy break. More later.

In which I succumb to a quiz

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How dysfunctional is your reading?

"You scored 13 out of a possible 13. A perfect diagnosis."

(Since I strongly disagree with the diagnosis, I have truncated the rest. Heh, heh, heh.)

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Fine Art Friday

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Self Portrait between Clock and Bed, 1940-1942
Edvard Munch (Norwegian, 1863–1944)

From Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database:
A figure stands left of center, erect and facing forward in a room. He is, as described by the painting's title, standing between the tall grandfather clock and the bed. Vibrantly colored and painted with a tumultuous energy, this image does not immediately connote Munch's typical themes of death and sickness. Yet his hands hang limply by his side, and the clock (sans hands or numerals) and bed can be understood symbolically, not only as a statement of the relationship between time and sleep, but also as to where Munch sees himself in his artistic career. (He appears to be stepping forward into the room, no longer concerned with time, "impassively awaiting death" (Loshak, p. 106).

This late self-portrait places Munch in his own colorful world, his pictures and artifacts surrounding him. Other self-portraits painted during this last decade of his life depict the figure even more mannequin, skeletal-like, and obviously aged.
Read related entries here, here, and here. And you'll find the Fine Art Friday archive here.

"So I'm gonna go back to reading my book..."

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"Little Sister" revisited

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Remember these entries?

Chipping away at your privacy (12.07.2003)
Little Sister (6.04.2004)

Well, Girl Detective recently sent me this link.

Related aside
Little Brother (Cory Doctorow) was recommended in this entry.

Sunlight and snow drops

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Galanthus (or "snow drops"):
Harbingers of spring

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From the archives:
Saint Patrick: A Visual Celebration

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"The business of spirituality is finding and making connections," writes Dennis O'Neill in one of the essays that complement the 1999 book by Celtic artist Courtney Davis, Saint Patrick: A Visual Celebration. O'Neill continues:

If words like "ecumenical," "inter-faith" and "global village" have become symbols of hope for the unity of human beings and of our shifting from mutual antagonism to mutual understanding, then Patrick and the Celtic Church could serve as a channel through which Christianity and the New Age movement, the ecological movement, and even shamanism, astrology and neo-pagan earth-centered religion -- subjects presently forbidden to most Christians -- could begin to enter into a genuine healing dialogue.
The illustration in the photo above -- St. Patrick's Bell -- appears on page 55, but the quote below is from St. Patrick's Breastplate (p. 33):
Today I put on the power of Heaven,
the light of the Sun,
the radiance of the Moon,
the splendour of fire,
the fierceness of lightning,
the swiftness of wind,
the depth of sea,
the firmness of earth
and the hardness of rock.
I rather fancy the idea of Saint Patrick as "a channel through which Christianity and the New Age movement, the ecological movement, and even shamanism, astrology and neo-pagan earth-centered religion -- subjects presently forbidden to most Christians -- could begin to enter into a genuine healing dialogue."

For more about Courtney Davis, visit this website, which includes Father Dennis' forward to Visual Celebration. Dennis, who also contributed commentary to the Davis book Celtic Beasts: Animals Motifs and Zoomorphic Design in Celtic Art, published Passionate Holiness: Marginalized Christian Devotions for Distinctive Peoples a couple of years ago.

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As I've already explained, I tinkered with the presentation of the "On the nightstand" feature, borrowing some inspiration from Nick Hornby's Believer magazine column. While this is mostly a monthly feature, I sometimes post it more often.

Notable acquisitions
Flannery: A Life of Flannery O'Connor (Brad Gooch)
The Perfect Wife: The Life and Choices of Laura Bush (Ann Gerhart)
Shakespeare and Modern Culture (Marjorie Garber)
Fool (Christopher Moore)

Books borrowed
Company (Max Barry)
Edvard Munch (Jim Whiting)
Edvard Munch (Alf Boe)

Books read
Company (Max Barry)
Edvard Munch (Jim Whiting)
The Perfect Wife: The Life and Choices of Laura Bush (Ann Gerhart)
Edvard Munch (Alf Boe)
Fool (Christopher Moore) *
Owls in the Family (Farley Mowat)
Beowulf (Robert Nye)
■ The manual for this *

* Denotes "partially read" books

Notes
In her remarks at the conclusion of American Wife (see last month's "On the nightstand") author Curtis Sittenfeld expresses her appreciation for Ann Gerhart's biography of Laura Bush, The Perfect Wife. It was a easily digested biography, one that reminded me how much I admire the former first lady's reading life and, even more, her reticence, her conviction that what is personal must remain so.

Max Barry's Company read as a sort of companion novel to one of my favorite books read in 2008, Joshua Ferris' Then We Came to the End. There were also hints of William Sleator's House of Stairs, a YA novel I revisited last year. Although I recommended Barry's Jennifer Goverment about five years ago, the author slipped off my reading radar until Company showed up in Amazon's recommendations for me.

Longtime M-mv readers know of my abiding affection for Christopher Moore's Lamb (another five-year-old RDA). The rest of his work, though? Meh. Fool, however, shows promise in its marriage of Moore's trademark irreverence and, yes, many things Shakespeare.

Owls in the Family served as a wonderful read-aloud companion during the last dual meet of the season and the ride home from the conference meet. And it was "déjà vu all over again" when we read Beowulf. Didn't Master and I just do this? Can it really have been seven years?

Oh, and this. I know it seems that I get a new one every spring, but I think I'm finally settling down for a long-term relationship. (I know, I know. I said something like that last year.) I'll tell you, though, my opinion of camera manuals has not improved since I first embarked on my quest for the just-right camera. Bleah. Thank goodness for David D. Busch's Nikon D40/D40x Digital Field Guide (first mentioned in last month's "On the nightstand").

And in other reading notes... if, like me, you were slain by Art Spiegelman's Maus and Maus II, you will appreciate this recent profile.

Cool stuff

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Flannery: A Life of Flannery O'Connor (Brad Gooch)


Think Like a King
I first heard about it here.


The Munch (pronounced MOOHNK, as the Misses learned in this nifty little book) exhibit at the Art Institute (we hope!).
Related review can be found here.


Season Five of "Lost," particularly last week's Sawyer-centric episode.


"The Office," the original.



The Artist's Magazine
A birthday gift from Master M-mv to Miss M-mv(i). She shares.


Added later
I'd be remiss (and, by extension, appear ungrateful) if I didn't also mention these cool things:

■ Miss M-mv(i)'s achievement of a spot on the winter conference
■ Her excellent performance in the winter conference meet
■ Miss M-mv(ii)'s interpretation of a challenging new recital piece
■ Master M-mv's mid-term grades
■ Espying the first robins to return to our yards
■ The Cookies by Design Aunt M-mv sent following her recent visit
■ Being offered a review copy (or "screener") of The Reader (I know! How lucky am I?)
Zoe the Van's continuing reliability

From the archives (1.27.2006)
Certainly, the accumulation of little things (broken washers, puking cats, stomach flus, and miserable math tests) can slowly crush the joy from our lives. But just as certainly, the accumulation of little things (paying off the loan on the van that still runs reliably (knock wood), receiving a (modest) check for one's first major-market sale, reconnecting with old friends, and feeding fat pigeons in Central Park) can enliven us, fill us with joy and that sense, however cliche-ridden, that it is good to be alive.

Yes, I think it all hinges on finding meaning and happiness or joy or comfort in the everyday, the commonplace, the quotidian.

[F]rom The Quotidian Mysteries: Laundry, Liturgy and "Women's Work" (Kathleen Norris):
Our culture's ideal self, especially the accomplished, professional self, rises above necessity, the humble, everyday, ordinary tasks that are best left to unskilled labor. The comfortable lies we tell ourselves regarding these "little things" -- that they don't matter, and that daily personal and household chores are of no significance to us spiritually -- are exposed as falsehoods when we consider that reluctance to care for the body is one of the first symptoms of melancholia. Shampooing the hair, washing the body, brushing the teeth, drinking enough water, taking a daily vitamin, going for a walk, as simple as they seem, are acts of self-respect. They enhance one's ability to take pleasure in oneself and in the world.
The comfortable lies we tell ourselves regarding these "little things" [...] are exposed as falsehoods....

Yes, they are because the little things do matter. They matter a lot.

Wishing all of you joy in the little things, in the quotidian, in today.

From the archives:
Feed a cold; starve a (spring) fever?

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Or, "Been there, done that: Reflections on teaching through and around the bad days."

The educational syndrome known as "holes-in-the-brain" can occur anytime, of course, but it most reliably coincides with sunny spring days; the few hours before Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and semester breaks; the morning before an open house; and the afternoon after a field trip. It affects even the best students and the most accomplished teachers. It's the nature of the student-teacher transaction. Truth be told, holes-in-the-brain happens in graduate seminars and professional workshops, too. We just don't talk about it as much; don't want to embarrass anyone.

Simply put, sometimes, our students' brains are someplace else. Rather than "lose it," though, teachers must address the phenomenon, as in, "Hey. We went over this last week. Ringing any bells? Let's review." (Or whatever delivery works for the teacher's style -- humor, stern earnestness, mild surprise, etc.) Sometimes, that's enough to get Tootle (the wandering little train engine) back on the track. If a derailment is unavoidable, though, trust me, it is better to make Tootle think that frolicking among the daffodils was the teacher's idea (as in, "Let's set aside these problems for a minute and focus on [insert holes-in-brain remedy activity here]").

One thing traditional classroom teachers have all over non-traditional teachers (i.e., parent-teachers) is that generally their profession (in particular their general desire to remain employed) denies them the opportunity to "blow up" or "lose it," at least on any remarkable scale. Yes, I am keenly aware that each of us has a story or two or ten about teachers with less than stellar records. But generally, teachers are skilled in the fine art of classroom management, and when things are breaking bad, as in, for example, an imminent train derailment of the "I dunno" variety, they have an assortment of techniques to trot out, including the popular (among lower elementary teachers), "All right, let's all put our heads down for a moment."

Parent-teachers, though, as the hyphenation implies, straddle two difficult roles, and the 24/7 nature of the gig provides many more opportunities for, shall we say, breaches in the student-teacher transaction because ("Oh, oh, I know!") the student-teacher transaction is, for all practical purposes, bound to the child-parent transaction.

Tricky stuff. Probably, in fact, the trickiest part of the parent-teacher's role.

Most parent-teachers grapple with the subtle distinction between teaching and parenting, although getting them to admit it is the stuff of another post. Many refuse to acknowledge that these are separate, for lack of a better word, jobs, each with its attendant trials and triumphs. "No, no," they maintain. "Parents are the first and most important teachers." Yeah, I know. But when we're talking about home education, we're describing a dynamic that outstrips that obvious observation. Parenting and teaching can and do intersect, but it takes a lot of self-observation to make the best use of the overlap. Invariably, when the day goes all wrong, we parent-teachers have responded to the teaching interaction with parenting techniques.

Add to this the fact that many parent-teachers privately cling to the idea that there is one best way to teach, one best curriculum (or curriculum guru), one best manner of demonstrating achievement (all of this, even as they publicly assert, "Oh, well, that's the beauty of home education; I can tailor my program to little Jimmy and Janie's needs"), and you have the recipe for bad days, blow-ups, and parent-teaching blues.

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Like the finest professionals, we parent-teachers take pride in our work, and the most obvious fruits of a parent-teacher's labors are, well, the kids. So it's no big surprise, really, when we get irritated about a low math score, a messy essay paper, or an attack of the shuffling I-dunno's at the grocer. Depending on our personalities, we may laugh nervously, self-medicate with large doses of chocolate, and/or give said kids a loud piece of our minds.

Yeah.

No.

We do have other responses to the homegrown version of holes-in-the-brain, in fact, to any less than stellar contribution from our students: distraction, review, games, humor, rescheduling, etc. You see, the best teachers, those we remember with affection and/or admiration from our own school days, knew what we must learn: The sum of our value as parents and teachers is not Tuesday's math test, Wednesday's crappy essay, or last Saturday's case of mumbles at Shop-Rite. Nope. It's something greater than the sum of all of the moments you have, teacher to student and parent to child. It really is.

That assertion is not, however, a permission slip to behave badly on a bad day.

On the contrary, it is a reminder that not every day must be about scoring in the Xth percentile on state-required exams, winning a regional [insert kiddie contest here], or winning a House & Garden award for cleanest kitchen counters. No, nearly every one of our days should be about growing children with good hearts and active minds. That they tend to grow easily when

(a) their environment has some rhythms and rituals and routines (rising and resting at regular intervals; anticipating repetitive activities (like feeding the fish, reading from the book of 365 stories for 365 days, making the bed, and taking turns with the pet chores)); and

(b) their leader (teacher) models the attributes he or she wants to see in her students

is a fact, like it or not, anal-retentive or not.

You see, a clean house (apartment, condo, cottage, etc.) and imaginative children with a better-than-common grasp of the fundamentals (i.e., reading, history, math, logic, and composition) are not mutually exclusive concepts.

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Focus on the moment you're in. Not on the best handwriting book, most compelling history text, or most brilliant math program. Not on message boards or blogging buddies. (In fact, if you can, try an experiment: Limit yourself to no more than, say, one virtual visit daily.) Not on all the stuff you could be doing. No. On the moment you're in. On what you should be doing. Teaching. Learning. Coaching. Leading. Modeling. So, for example: Your children's minds are wandering? They've got holes-in-the-brain, you say? Where is your mind? Are you focused on them? Yeah, I didn't think so. Now that you are, discover why aren't they focused. Physical needs met? Something big coming up? Time for a walk? You get the idea.

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When addressing the assorted problems that can occur when one spends most of her life in the company of young humans, a parent-teacher can look at the problems through bifocals of a sort. Glance through the top and see your children with mother vision. Glance through the bottom and see them through teacher vision. Most of the newfangled "invisible" bifocal lenses come with a center area of vision, a sort of middle distance. Consider this the place where parenting and teaching intersect. Now. Before reacting to this math lesson or that messy room, ask yourself, "Through which lens am I seeing this?" That smidgen of reflection alone may help you avoid unnecessary conflict and stress. If not, try this centering technique: If I were a teacher in a traditional classroom setting, and my principal were observing me, how would I handle this interaction? It wouldn't involve shouting or a Snickers bar now, would it?

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Nine hundred ninety-nine times out of one thousand, a bad day, a spring-feverish morning, a calamitous afternoon begins with you. That's not an accusation. It's an attitude. If you know it all begins with you, you know you have the power to, if not control the situation, then certainly control your response to it (which is control of the most excellent kind).

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Don't neglect yourself. Eat right. Exercise. Take vitamins. Sleep well and for as long as your body needs. Develop some rituals and routines that enable you to present a fresh face and a clean smile to your children and your students each morning. Read. Think. Learn. Take some time for yourself when and where you can get it. Celebrate your achievements in meaningful ways. Reflect. Maintain real relationships. Cut back on the virtual. Visit a museum. Roll down a grassy hill. Can you still do a cartwheel? Leave notes in your partner's jacket pocket. Revisit a favorite hobby or book or movie from your youth. Dance.

Remember: Before you are a partner, a parent, a teacher, an [insert occupation here], you are simply you. Ensure that you like who you are.

And take care of yourself.

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Happy spring (fever).

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Wow, this post is four year old now. Well, I've edited it to include links to related posts. For more entries like this, see our "Thoughts on education and parenting."

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Have you seen this good local radio news?

Human knowledge is personal and participant.

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From "Putting Man before Descartes" (The American Scholar, Winter 2009):

History is larger than science, since science is part of history and not the other way around. First came nature, then came man, and then the science of nature. No scientists, no science.
And later:
Our thinking of the world, our imagination (and we imagine and see together) anthropomorphizes and humanizes everything, even inanimate things, just as our exploration of the universe is inevitably geocentric. “Know Thyself” is the necessary fundament of our understanding of other human beings, but we can never go wholly outside of ourselves, just as we can never go outside the universe to see it.

The recommended daily allowance

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The Visitor

Three years ago, I recommended The Station Agent (which had, in turn, been recommended to me by Margaret over at Surface-Mined). Had I a better mind for directors' names, I would have realized what a treat I was in for with The Visitor.

About halfway through this quiet and exquisitely acted film, I thought, This feels like familiar psychological landscape. I paused the movie, put on my cheaters, and read the DVD case: "Written and directed by Thomas McCarthy (The Station Agent)."

Of course.

From Ebert's review:
This is a wonderful film, sad, angry, and without a comforting little happy ending. But I must not describe what happens, because the whole point of serious fiction is to show people changing, and how they change in "The Visitor" is the film's beauty. So much goes unsaid, and unseen. Events in Walter's professorial job happen off-screen. We are left to listen to the silences and observe the spaces.
Don't miss this one.

Postscript
Check out this clip of Richard Jenkins and his wife on the red carpet before the Oscars. (Jenkins was nominated for best actor in a leading role.) After seeing them in the pre-Oscars show, and I turned to the Misses and said, "I haven't even seen that movie yet, but now I want him to win!" (What can I say? I'm a sap for marital staying power.)

"What is that?"

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What at first glance appears to be a decadent -- albeit messy -- chocolate dessert is actually the product of a "Build Your Own Volcano" kit. Built during Aunt M-mv's recent visit, the volcano is slated to erupt on Friday.

You know what? It was well worth the $7.99 I spent on it.


Also worth every cent?
The cameras we purchased for the Misses after Christmas. The Canon PowerShot A590IS is a terrific value at $109. If there's a budding photographer in your life, consider this point-and-shoot. Throw in the memory card, too.

The Misses have also greatly appreciated Jenni Bidner's The Kids' Guide to Digital Photography: How to Shoot, Save, Play with & Print Your Digital Photos.

It's Casimir Pulaski Day again.

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From the [now unavailable] short bio at the Chicago Public Library's site:

Casimir Pulaski belongs to that select group of heroes, including the Marquis de Lafayefte, Thomas Paine, Giuseppe Garibaldi, and Pulaski's fellow countryman, Thaddeus Kosciuszko, who opposed tyranny not only in their homelands, but wherever they found it. We especially honor Pulaski because he paid the ultimate price, having sustained a mortal wound while fighting for American independence at the battle of Savannah in 1779. Today he remains a symbol of the ideal of valiant resistance to oppression everywhere in the world.
According the Chicago Sun-Times, public schools in the City of Chicago and in many of the suburbs as well as city and county government offices will be closed.

But, hey! The mail will be delivered.

The recommended daily allowance

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Me & Isaac Newton

This 1999 documentary explores the life and work of seven scientists: Nobel Prize-winning chemist Gertrude Elion, environmental physicist Ashok Gadgil, theoretical physicist Michio Kaku, computer scientist Maja Mataric, cognitive scientist (and M-mv favorite) Steven Pinker, professor of cancer medicine Karol Sikora, and primatologist Patricia Wright. Simple in structure, the film delves into each scientist's call to his or her profession, explores the nature of their study and work, discusses the idea of the scientific epiphany or "Aha!" moment, and concludes with a look at the future of each field.

Fascinating. Thought-provoking. Terrifically watchable. Hey, not only did I love it, but both Mr. M-mv and the Misses gave it an enthusiastic thumbs-up.