Sunday, November 30, 2014

Writing Class Version 1

I present here version 1 of my essay (in italic print), at least that’s what I’ll call it here. At the bottom of this I’ll post the comments or changes that the class felt that should be made.

It was the last week of high school, called senior week. Simply put, it gave you the freedom to come and go around your final exam schedule. Very different from the normal schedule, arriving at school at 7:30 in the morning and not leaving until 3:40, period.

On one momentous day the world sort of shifted a bit for me, but of course I still claim total innocence! It started with my staying overnight, at my mother’s house on a Sunday. I didn’t have a car yet, so in the morning I asked her if I could drive her to work and then go on to Sudbury, about a 20 minute drive. “That would be ok”, she said. There was I think, sort of, an assumption on her part that I would be leaving the car at the farm and taking the bus to school. Mr. Big didn’t do that of course and instead drove to school and parked in the lot, knowing there was a rule about cars at school, there are NO student cars allowed. I just figured, what would they do? After all, I’m a senior.

After taking my tests, I drove a friend home and headed for the farm. While maneuvering a slight left bend in the road, which dipped over a small stream, a car coming in the opposite direction crashed and scrapped down the entire length of her car. Immediately, I knew I was in big trouble. Her car was still drivable, so after exchanging the necessary paperwork; I headed for my mother’s house. With my tail between my legs, I arrived, to her rushing from the house in a rage. I wondered what could be wrong, she certainly couldn’t see the other side of the car.

It seems that the school, after all, had done something about that NO driving to school rule. They had found the car in the parking lot without a school sticker, but it did have a “federal” parking sticker for the hospital where my mother worked. The school called the state police and reported a stolen car. The police, in turn, notified some federal agency of the stolen car with a federal sticker. Eventually this notification chain ended up at my mother. I now understood what she was so upset about.

She went on and on about the embarrassment of being called by both the state police and her supervisor. She also gave me the added bonus that the school had suspended me for a bit. At some point here, she made the comment, “that it just can’t get any worse than this.” I sheepishly told her that it really can and suggested she go outside and look at the other side of her car! In one day, I managed to have an accident, where I wasn’t supposed to be, get suspended from school and get my mother’s car reported stolen!

She was not pleased.

Class Discussion
Most of the comments were about the last paragraph, which had to do with not stating directly the conclusion. She was not pleased, for example. It is very obvious that she would not be pleased, the reader does not need to be hit on the head by being told this. Another point was that my mother should say that statement about not getting any worse. So these are the changes:

She went on and on about the embarrassment of being called by both the state police and her supervisor. She also gave me the added bonus that the school had suspended me for a bit.
The following needs to be changed so that she says it directly.
At some point here, she made the comment, “that it just can’t get any worse than this.”
I sheepishly told her that it really can and suggested she go outside and look at the other side of her car!

The following needs to be removed.
In one day, I managed to have an accident, where I wasn’t supposed to be, get suspended from school and get my mother’s car reported stolen!

She was not pleased.

Soon to come, version 2.

Parking lot shuffle

At what point should someone be forced to turn in their drivers license?

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Writing Class

I started taking a beginners writing class at a local community college. It's based on a book called "I Remember" written by a Joe Brainard. The book is literally full of small paragraphs starting with the statement, I Remember. One of mine is:

I remember my first car.
It was a 1958 Ford Fairlane 500.

There are 167 pages of these little memory statements in the book. Very interesting reading.

For each of the first few classes we simply wrote and shared 10 of these. We now have selected one and are expanding it into an essay, having a maximum of 500 words. I wrote my first piece and had to cut it down to this, a challenge indeed. We bring this into class and share it everyone. They, including the instructor, then give feedback on the writing, both positive and negative. You then take those comments and work on your essay for the next class. My essay is based on "I remember my worst day in high school. I got suspended, had an accident in my mother’s car, and then the federal notification came."

In a little bit, I'll share that writing (version 1) with you. My first attempt.

Wild December

WOW, this is breath taking! The photography and slow motion filming is just fantastic. If you can, you'll need to watch this in full screen and HD.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Alice's Resturant

Our local NPR (Northeast Public Radio) radio station plays this every Thanksgiving. It's such a classic. This is the Full version being 23 minutes long. Enjoy and laugh a lot...

Friday, November 21, 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Human Kaleidoscope

You are going to be amazed at this one. Watch it in full screen and HD. I think this borders on the impossible!!

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Another strange lock type

Try picking this one friends....

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Interesting Observation

Now, is this the truth or what???

1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL.
2. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING.
3. The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL.
4. The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL.
5. The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS.

And...

6. The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF.

THE AMAZING CONCLUSION: The higher you go in the corporate structure, the smaller your balls become.

There must be a boat load of people in Washington playing marbles.

Jimmy Fallon and Science?

Friday, November 7, 2014

Does a bowling ball and feathers drop at the same rate?

Well, let us see. Here is what I call an exciting demonstration.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Airplane safety video

Somehow I seem to have missed this one an all the flights that I've been on.. Enjoy..

Pass the salt

Do you think there's a message in this video?

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Amazing Hawaii Ironman triathlon runner

This is clearly an advertisement for Holiday Inn, but it is so inspirational to watch. What this man was able to accomplish is, as I said, amazing.