The Euston Manifesto is a declaration by folks on the left end of the political spectrum that demands examination and respect. I heartily endorse its main points - rejection of anti-Americanism and anti-Semitism, a willingness to hold up to examination the historic failures of Communism, absolute rejection of terrorism as a valid means to political ends, and a summary rejection of terrorism's apologists.
I differ with a few details having to do with the fact that I'm on the center-right rather than the center-left. So personally, I couldn't sign on.
But those who do have my respect, because we agree on the important things. And on the less-important things, we can agree to disagree and work toward mutually acceptable solutions.
Democrats, are you listening?
Friday, May 26, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Hold your nose and pull the lever
Dangitall, Hugh. I hate to admit it, but you're probably right. As crummy as DeWine is, Sherrod Brown would be worse. You convinced me that majorities matter with "If It's Not Close". I really wished DeWine had had a real opponent in the primaries. He impresses me not in the least. By in comparison, Brown is downright scary.
Better to hold your nose in the voting booth than cut it off.
Better to hold your nose in the voting booth than cut it off.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Learning by teaching
One thing I love about teaching is that I always learn something new. Sometimes it's a new piece of music that a student wants to learn, so I have to learn it, too.
Sometimes it's an insight into how I taught myself to play, which enables me to explain something I wasn't able to explain before. That happened this week.
I've been playing for a long time - 30-odd years. I was in band in jr high and high school, so I learned how to read music, and how to count and clap. I've listened to a LOT of different styles of music, with some fairly complex harmonies and rhythm structures. And back in the day, I'd play in public for hours at a time.
So a lot of what I know is so deeply internalized that I have forgotten how I know it.
Case in point, some fingerpicking twiddly bits I do. This week, working with a student, I suddenly realized how to explain it, how to break it down into bite-sized chunks for a beginner.
When I really thought about how I had learned these bits, I realized that I had spent hours playing with very small movements. For example:
I also spent a lot of time doing this:
Hours, mind you. Hours spent doing this. Sitting on that legal-pad-yellow corduroy bedspread - the kind that leaves stripes in your cheek when you take a nap on it.
I combined the two motions:
Sometimes it's an insight into how I taught myself to play, which enables me to explain something I wasn't able to explain before. That happened this week.
I've been playing for a long time - 30-odd years. I was in band in jr high and high school, so I learned how to read music, and how to count and clap. I've listened to a LOT of different styles of music, with some fairly complex harmonies and rhythm structures. And back in the day, I'd play in public for hours at a time.
So a lot of what I know is so deeply internalized that I have forgotten how I know it.
Case in point, some fingerpicking twiddly bits I do. This week, working with a student, I suddenly realized how to explain it, how to break it down into bite-sized chunks for a beginner.
When I really thought about how I had learned these bits, I realized that I had spent hours playing with very small movements. For example:
-------------------with the thumb on the 4th string and the index finger on the 3rd string.
-------------------
----0--0--0--0---
--0--0--0--0--0--
-------------------
-------------------
I also spent a lot of time doing this:
-------------------with the thumb on the 5th string and the 2nd finger on the 2nd string.
----0--0--0--0---
-------------------
-------------------
--0--0--0--0--0--
-------------------
Hours, mind you. Hours spent doing this. Sitting on that legal-pad-yellow corduroy bedspread - the kind that leaves stripes in your cheek when you take a nap on it.
I combined the two motions:
-------------------Looks a lot more complicated, but it's just switching back and forth. You can simplify it, though, by not worryng about the fingers - just play them together:
---0------0------
-------0-------0-----
-----0------0--------
--0-----0--------0--
-------------------
-------------------Get comfortable with that, and then play the fingers one after the other:
---0---0---0---0---
---0---0---0---0---
-----0-------0-----
--0------0-------0-
-------------------
------------------------Do the same thing while fingering a C chord:
-----0----0----0----0---
----0----0----0----0----
-------0---------0------
--0---------0---------0-
------------------------
------------------------Now, remember that thing called a hammer-on? Do that with your middle finger, on the 2nd fret on the 4th string (keep fingering that C chord, though, so you arch the 3rd finger over the 4th string):
-----1----1----1----1---
----0----0----0----0----
-------2---------2------
--3---------3---------3-
------------------------
--------------------------Now when you put all those simple things together, you get this:
-(1)-------------------------
--------------------------
---0h2----0h2----oh2----0h2--
-(3)-------------------------
--------------------------
-------------------------That's a very neat country-sounding twiddly bit that sounds a lot more complicated than it really is, once you break it down. (It's also the foundation for "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkle.)
----1------1---1-----1---
----------0---------0----
-----0h2--------0h2------
--3----------3---------3-
-------------------------
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Chocolate Covered Broccoli
Museum Technology blogger Richard Urban of Musematic uses the phrase "Chocolate covered broccoli" in a very interesting post on an unrelated subject to describe the typical educational games found in museum displays (and elsewhere, as I can well attest).
I happen to LIKE broccoli (especially with cheese sauce), but the analogy is apt and vivid.
I happen to LIKE broccoli (especially with cheese sauce), but the analogy is apt and vivid.
Monday, May 15, 2006
A prayer for commencement
The school where I work jsut had commencement. Predictably, a member of the faculty sent an email to the administration, staff, and faculty complaining about the fact that there was a prayer. So in the spirit of intellectual syncretism, I offer this non-denominational prayer.
Oh, great celestial Father or Mother or otherwise supposedly Eternal and Beneficent Being or Beings, who may or may not exist (and if you don't exist, please disregard this prayer):
On this occasion, a celebration of knowledge and learning, it seems appropriate to many of us (though not all) to acknowledge You ("you" being used as a generic non-gendered second-person-personal pronoun implying neither singular nor plural status) as the source of knowledge and learning.
As it is written in one text that many (though certainly not all) consider sacred, "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,"
and in another, "He grants wisdom to whom He pleases, and whoever is granted wisdom, he indeed is given a great good,"
and in another, "One must possess knowledge about action; one must also possess knowledge about prohibited action; and again one must possess knowledge about inaction,"
and in yet another sacred text, "Inna-godda-da-vida, baby."
Although Your existence cannot be scientifically proven, it cannot also be disproven, and so prudence dictates that it might not be such a bad idea after all to to ask Your blessing - should You be disposed to do things such as give blessings, as described in many (though not all) religious tradtions, which this is not one of, being simply a voluntary ceremonial event, albeit one that's being held on the taxpayer's dime, but then just about everyone here is a taxpayer, and demographic studies show that most Americans believe in You in some form - on those persons among those gathered here who are willing to receive such a blessing from your hand or hands (we certainly would not want someone to receive a blessing that they did not want, and so we offer this opt-out clause).
In the name of Bob and the Flying Spaghetti Monster,
Yeah, Whatever.
Oh, great celestial Father or Mother or otherwise supposedly Eternal and Beneficent Being or Beings, who may or may not exist (and if you don't exist, please disregard this prayer):
On this occasion, a celebration of knowledge and learning, it seems appropriate to many of us (though not all) to acknowledge You ("you" being used as a generic non-gendered second-person-personal pronoun implying neither singular nor plural status) as the source of knowledge and learning.
As it is written in one text that many (though certainly not all) consider sacred, "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,"
and in another, "He grants wisdom to whom He pleases, and whoever is granted wisdom, he indeed is given a great good,"
and in another, "One must possess knowledge about action; one must also possess knowledge about prohibited action; and again one must possess knowledge about inaction,"
and in yet another sacred text, "Inna-godda-da-vida, baby."
Although Your existence cannot be scientifically proven, it cannot also be disproven, and so prudence dictates that it might not be such a bad idea after all to to ask Your blessing - should You be disposed to do things such as give blessings, as described in many (though not all) religious tradtions, which this is not one of, being simply a voluntary ceremonial event, albeit one that's being held on the taxpayer's dime, but then just about everyone here is a taxpayer, and demographic studies show that most Americans believe in You in some form - on those persons among those gathered here who are willing to receive such a blessing from your hand or hands (we certainly would not want someone to receive a blessing that they did not want, and so we offer this opt-out clause).
In the name of Bob and the Flying Spaghetti Monster,
Yeah, Whatever.
Friday, May 05, 2006
The more we know, the less we know
Hidden Star Explains Supernova Oddity, well, sort of, maybe.
God of wonders beyond our galaxy, indeed.
God of wonders beyond our galaxy, indeed.
The more we know, the less we know
Hidden Star Explains Supernova Oddity, well, sort of, maybe.
God of wonders beyond our galaxy, indeed.
God of wonders beyond our galaxy, indeed.
Popetown
Catholics fail to block "Popetown" in Germany
Of course they can't persuade the local stations to not air insulting cartoons.
They aren't making death threats.
Of course they can't persuade the local stations to not air insulting cartoons.
They aren't making death threats.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
There ain't no doubt, I love this land!
God Bless the U.S.A.!
As Mary Katherine Graham says, "Heck yeah! We pray, we race, and we recognize the benefits of aggressively marketing ourselves to others who like racing and praying, by way of the hood of a speeding Chevy. We are Red America and we are not ashamed."
Preach it, sister!
As Mary Katherine Graham says, "Heck yeah! We pray, we race, and we recognize the benefits of aggressively marketing ourselves to others who like racing and praying, by way of the hood of a speeding Chevy. We are Red America and we are not ashamed."
Preach it, sister!
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