www.myspace.com/49thmeasure

OMG. Really? How? When?

Do me a favor....




Watch The Prestige... ... oh. ....you'll have to watch it to find out.

http://massmoca.org/kidspace/current/index.html (scroll down)

Before Dec. 20, 2006, perhaps 1 percent of the world's population knew the word tsunami. I was one of the ignorant ones. I remember being with my nephew Bill after Christmas. He said we should pray for the victims of the tsunami, and I marveled that he knew how to pronounce a word that I had not known until I read that day's newspaper headlines.

Even those 1 percent usually did not know what the word really meant. A few English 10 year olds were the exception, because in early Dec. their teacher, had taught it to them. He showed a video clip of survivors of a tsunami that occurred in Hawaii in the 1950s and drew a diagram on the board that his students copied into their exercise books. A girl name tilly Smith was in that class.

Two weeks later, Tilly was on Maikhao Beach in Phuket, Thailand, with her parents and her 7 year old sister. Suddenly, the tide went out, leaving a wide stretch of sand where the ocean had been . Most tourists stood gawking at the disappearing ocean, but Tillly grabbed her mother's hand : "Mummy, we must get off the beach now. I think there's going to be a tsunami."

Tilly's parents alerted other holiday makers nearby, then raced to tell their hotel staff in Phuket. The hotel swiftly evacuated Maikhao Beach, and minutes later a huge wave crashed onto the sand, sweeping all before it. Incredibly, the beach was oneof the few in Phuket where no one was killed or seriously injured.

Tilly and her family are alive today for many reasons. She remembered what she had learned; her parents listened to her; higher ground was nearby. But some of the credit goes to her teacher, who did not just list tsunami as a vocabulary word but taught it with examples and activities that gave it meaning.

This is a story of a miracle, or at least of good fortune, and of the mindof a child. Tilly was ready to learn and remember, as are all 10 year olds, as long as knowledge is concrete, with examples and active participation. Her teacher knew that. THis is not just good fortune, but also good education.

Berger, The Developing Person, Worth, 7 ed., pg 382.

Oh my goodness.. I saw so many famous chefs today! I've watched Ming Tsai since I was young. I can still remember laying on my grandparents' carpet at their house, glued to the tv watching East Meets West...

Also, I saw Wolfgang Puck and Sarah Foster... and the guy from Hell's Kitchen.>>>

another dream come true

My oven caught on fire today... SMOKE was all in the kitchen, and did my fire alarm go off.... nope.

I feel safe.

Nancy Grace is anything but my favorite news interviewer. She is so biased, and pushy. Every show is a distasteful provoking interview. There are plenty of examples.

Recently: Mom kills self after TV grilling on son she said was taken from crib

Two weeks after telling police that her son had been snatched from his crib, Melinda Duckett found herself reeling in an interview with TV's favmously prosecutorial Nancy Grace. Before it was over, Grace was pounding her desk and loudly demanding to know: Where were you? Why aren't you telling us where you were that day."

A day after the taping, Dukett, 21, shot herself to death, deepening the mystery of what happened to the boy. Duckett had told politice that after she finished watching a movie on august 27, she went to check on Trenton in his bedroom, anmd all she found was an empty crib and a 10 inch cut in the window screen above it. At the time, she was living with her son, wading through a messy divorce with the boy's father, who has a restraining order on the house.

Investigations are still trying to piece together a timeline of where she and Trenton were 24 hours before she reported him missing.

Travis Reed, Suicide deepens mystery on child, Charlotte Observer, Thursday, September 14, 2006.

my new thing for today: make coffee for 12 hours.

note to self: reduce work days to 3

p.s. I love my mom. "I want you to only work two days... after all you are only a junior" :)

so i do something very unusual today... i went jogging! crazy huh? i NEVER do that, well USED to :)

HOWEVER,...

as a result for trying something new... I get a bubblY bListeR. nice

soccer in at the Capitol. :)

http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2995/2804/1600/IMG_0997.jpg

finally i feel more like my age.

p.s. I almost hit a frog today... luckily I didn't. :)

another week of school... and plenty of them more to go.. yay... blah... boo... hooray

So, today at ICAF, one of the interns told me that I had "a cute voice." He hinted that I should leave the art field and become a cartoon character. Not literally, but invent a character with the sound of my voice. Disney? Cartoon network? Anime? hmm. it's nice having options. :)

What is up with christmas music in cafes in the middle of Summer? "july 25, just 5 months till christmas!" Christmas is when everything started... no reminders are necessary

I was sitting a the Firehook cafe, my morning routine, and something not so routine occurred... Standing against the corner building, was that man really discreetly photographing women as they passed him by? hmm. I observe, judge,.. think too much, but I guess that's me... a sinner?

Today I went to a DC premiere of a riveting documentary about race, injustice, and ignorance. The panel included Clyde Williams, Vice President of State and Local Government Relations of the Center for American Progress, Nkechi Taifa, Senior Policy Analyst for the Open Society Insitute, Mark Rabil, Mr. Hunt's attorney, and Darryl Hunt, himself.

The Trials of Darryl Hunt is a feature documentary about a brutal rape/murder case and a wrongly convicted man, Darryl Hunt, who spent nearly twenty years in prison for a crime he did not commit. Both a social justice story and a personally driven narrative, the film explores the bitter legacy of race and class in America, and its harrowing impact on a man accused.

http://www.activevoice.net/darryl_hunt.html

five more weeks left in d.c. :(

From the national botanical gardens, DC