TengrrlFeed

So based on Perci‘s suggestion, I’m going to stop updating the LiveJournal. I made a feed of my Blogger site to LJ (TengrrlFeed), and that’s all I need. Besides having a FEED is so making me think of MT Anderson.

I’m staying with Blogger because I ftp my blogger entries to my server. LJ folks who want to read my entries can add TengrrlFeed to their friends and they’ll still see everything on their Friends list. So today’s will be my last public entry to LiveJournal, and more importantly, the last time that I have to double enter everything. Another RSS timesaver! Thank you Perci!

With LiveJournal, everything is on someone else’s server. With Blogger, I have more control over backups. Okay, I’m probably not writing anything amazing here, but I have that old print-copyright mentality. I want to own my words. Or at least believe that I can own them.

I’m still working on the prediction lesson plan that will use the “Young Goodman Brown” Flash piece. The lesson is currently titled, “Focus on First Lines: Increasing Comprehension through Prediction Strategies.” I’ll probably have it live by tomorrow afternoon, and then I have to get the June calendar live.

Unpredicted Developments

Well, I’ve been somewhat less productive today, compared to yesterday. Yesterday, I somehow worked on 4 different projects, turning in all the proposals, revising and editing a lesson, AND I think I republished my blogger site at least 2 dozen times. After much trial and error, I finally have comments and titles showing up on posts. You’d think that would be an easy accomplishment, but when I’m involved, nothing is easy.

I guess that I need to figure out what to do about the two separate sites now. I can paste over the entries from blogger to livejournal (or vice versa), but obviously I can’t synch the comments. I’m feeling conflicted about the decision. I know I need to give one of them up eventually, but for now I’m not even sure what the criteria for the decision are.

But back today. Today’s accomplishment was beginning work on a lesson plan to use at the beginning of a course or unit. The teacher pulls first lines from pieces that students will read, and the students do some prediction exercises. One of the tasks is to use think-aloud to demonstrate how someone might work through a sentence and predict what the story is about from the first line.

The lesson had the teacher narrating the think aloud, with the first sentence on the board or an overhead. I used one of the templates that MarcoPolo has provided to make an Online Think-Aloud Predictions for “Young Goodman Brown” interactive (You’ll need the Flash plug-in to see the file). And hey, if you go look at it, don’t freak out about the details there. It’s supposed to be the voice of a student who hasn’t read the story yet. It’s okay if some of the predictions and questions are not what really plays out in the story. That’s the way prediction strategies work after all!

I can’t really point to anything else that I’ve accomplished. Just spent most of the day revising and editing the text so that it fit in that tool properly. Sometimes paper-based work is more satisfying. That piles up in nice, neat stacks that look so much more tangible.

Because my life isn’t amazing enough, it’s been raining steadily most of the evening, since about 6:30 or 7. My roof has responded by leaking. There’s this lovely leak in the living room, where I know have a series of plastic washtubs lined up to catch the drippage. So now I need to find someone to repair the roof–and the plaster on the living room ceiling. The up side of all this is that the roof waited till after I’d had the house appraised. Very thoughtful of it. I guess I shouldn’t complain. But still, I really wish we’d stop having rumbly thunder. Some days I love the smell of rain and the rumbly springlike thunder. Tonight, it has me on edge. Who’ll stop the rain?

Digital Divide + Pyramid = Rotund Sphere

The Washington Post article You Are What You Click includes a number of quotations on how the digital divide limits the Health Department’s method of educating the world about its new pyramid scheme.

RWT Lesson: Analyzing Symbolism, Plot, and Theme in Death and the Miser

I just finished editing Analyzing Symbolism, Plot, and Theme in Death and the Miser. Okay, maybe it’s not what you’d use in your typical writing class, but it does play with visual analysis. From there you might go on to visual argument, visual persuasion in advertising, and so forth. I wrote a list of Final Projects that could be revised to go with any piece of art you might analyze. Most of the lesson is by the listed author, but it needed something more for the final project… Traci the ghost writer to the rescue!

My Kind of Blogger


You Are a Snarky Blogger!



You’ve got a razor sharp wit that bloggers are secretly scared of.
And that’s why they read your posts as often as they can!

I blame Clancy.

No Comment

I will not listen to evil spawn of the devil who say that I must have comments.
I will not listen to evil spawn of the devil who say that I must have comments.
I will not listen to evil spawn of the devil who say that I must have comments.

Yes, evil people, I just skunked my entire blogger account and was about to search you out at your homes and force you to pay for your evil ways.

You are lucky. I found a way to get it back. Now if I could just figure out how to synch my LJ and Blogger. This is all way too complicated.

Indecent Proposals

I have written three proposals in the last week. Together I think there are fewer than 15 pages, but it feels like I’ve been writing all day, every day just to get those few pages. Heck, two of them are linked and, therefore, repeat sentences with only minor changes–one for a book series and the other for the first book in the series.

I tried to convince myself that the proposal writing was harder than the actual writing. I mean, after all, you have to figure out the structure for the whole thing, project what will fall into each chapter, pretend that you actually know how long the end product will be. I was doing really well believing that till I just tried to write the sample chapters that I should turn in with the proposal. I figured that I’d follow the same kind of logic that my friends have used on their dissertations. They always made official title pages and wrote up acknowledgements long before the text was done.

I figured I’d knock off the Introduction. It’s only 2-3 pages in the model books. So far I think I have one finished paragraph, about 100 words. This brilliance followed by the start of a second paragraph that I don’t think I like and then two throw-away sentences that I’ve copied over and haven’t decided whether to delete yet. Whose idea was it to write a book?

At least I can claim that I figured out RSS feeds this last week too. Who knew how much easier an aggregator would make my life? Actually lots of people (cyberdash, Dr. B, rhetboi, culturecat….). I just wasn’t listening. Thank goodness I’m saving all this time now though. I’d probably have only 50 words in that first paragraph.

Okay, this feels like a crazy question that has an obvious answer. My problem is that I can’t decide whether the obvious answer is yes or no. Can a writer’s voice and style change in a matter of a few months, almost a year?

Maybe it’s not that the voice has changed, but that I’ve finally found it. I reread something that I wrote in June or July. It’s been sitting in its folder ever since. I just haven’t had the chance or the energy to write. But I pulled it out, and I felt almost compelled to grab a pen and mark out huge sections—sections that felt like a fake attempt at sounding like I knew what I was doing. It read to me like a sort of unnatural pasting together of varying sources.

I read it, and I suddenly knew that that wasn’t my voice. My voice is different now. Much more straightforward, stronger. It feels very odd, and odder still that I don’t know whether my voice changed—or maybe I had it all along and I just never heard it. Whatever the answer, maybe now I can get that manuscript written.

The Worry Web Site

The Worry Web SiteFinished The Worry Web Site (Dell Yearling, 2003). The book is comprised of linked short stories about students in a British classroom and the various worries that affect them—problems with parents and step-parents, self-esteem issues, and first loves. The book is well-suited for fourth and fifth grade students who face similar worries. Its portrayal of Natasha, a student with an unidentified disability who uses a wheelchair and a “special speaking machine,” alongside the worries of all the other students nicely addresses the many similarities between Natasha’s worries and those of the others in the class.

The Worry Web Site, set up by teacher Mr. Speed, links the stories in the book, as each featured student writes about a particular worry on the Web site. At most, the technology sounds like an anonymous Web form that students can fill out. After a student posts, other students in the class can respond. The site seems to be something like an anonymous blog. Anyone can post, and anyone can reply. There are classroom netiquette rules, but we don’t really learn anything about the technology that the teacher has set up to make it all work . Technology plays the role of connecting the stories, but readers have to guess about what that technology actually is. There’s no indication, for instance, that students can access the site outside of the classroom. Readers might guess then that the Worry Web Site is a local site, available only on this one classroom computer. There is not enough detail about the technology, however, for readers to be sure.

Perhaps the undefined nature of the Worry Web Site is an attempt to keep the book, originally published in Great Britain in 2002, from appearing dated. If written today, the technology might be described as an anonymous blog, but there’s nothing else in the few details that would cause a problem.

In fact, there’s nothing really special about the Worry Web Site. The same sharing of worries and classroom feedback could easily be achieved with a shared classroom journal. The only benefit of the Worry Web Site over such a handwritten journal is the posture of anonymity—there is no handwriting on the Web site to betray the author. Of course, Mr. Speed knows who writes every message in spite of the anonymous postings. There is no way to know if Mr. Speed is simply very clever or there is a backdoor that lets him check the author’s name. It’s likely the former, however, as even the students are able to guess who posts which worries:

          One of the boys wrote that he liked one of the girls a lot. That made everyone giggle—and Greg went very pink. Hmm! I wonder who he fancies?
          Someone else went on and on. Oh boo hoo, it’s so sad, I miss my dad, etc, etc. We all know who that was. (p. 4)

Technology plays a role in the stories, then, but a subtle one. The messages that the students write are always the focus, rather than the technology that the students use to write those messages. Perhaps, then, the book shows that technology has become more of a commonplace element of students’ lives. It just is. There is a classroom computer, and students use it matter-of-factly during their school day.

Jacqueline Wilson, the book’s author, is a two-time runner-up for the Carnegie Medal, so I was expecting a bit more from the book. Terry Pratchett won the Carnegie for The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, and Wilson’s book doesn’t really compare to Pratchett’s—yes, I know that Pratchett doesn’t really compare to anyone :) In many ways, The Worry Web Site is predictable and the stories rather simplistic. It is a good book, but not a great one.

I would recommend it to students facing worries similar to those in the book, but those readers with more complex anxieties would certainly need more support than this book provides. There are suggestions of domestic violence and alcoholism, for instance, but the student’s worries are treated rather superficially and the bigger issues are not dealt with. It is not a book to give to readers looking for stories about technology. The computer and Web site do not play a significant role, and students looking for something akin to video game action will be disappointed.

********** (5 of 10 stars)

Worked on the Tuesdays lesson, but didn’t finish. Mostly I spent the day being angry, pissy, and mad. I seemed to have everything go wrong at work today. Everything. And on top of that, I suffered horribly from dysmenorrhea all day and all night and every moment and I want to take a billion, zillion drugz. (Note the use of a scientific name for things makes them sound worse so that other people will feel even sorrier for you).

Okay, seriously, not quite everything. Duck is now wearing a rabbit costume, complete with cotton tail; and my mother sent me flowers for Easter. I just seemed to have all the real work things go wrong. When the various NCTE websites began stopping this afternoon, I began packing. Went by Great Harvests for unnecessary loaves of bread that I have gorged upon. Went to Pages and used one of my gift certificates to buy these:

  • Whale Talk (need to find out about the censorship issue)
  • The Worry Web Site (for my collection of tech in child/YA lit books)
  • Speak (cuz I never got around to it)
  • Click here: (to find out how i survived seventh grade) (again for the tech collection)
  • After (cuz it seemed so topical given Red Lake)

Now I just need to find time to read all of them, and the dozens of other books over there on the bookshelf.

Watched most of Possessed (1947)
(“It’s pain that made her this way. Only through major pain and suffering beyond belief can we change that.” and “‘I love you’ is such an inadequate way of saying I love you. It doesn’t quite describe how much it hurts sometimes.”)

Then watched most of The Philadelphia Story
(“I’m such an unholy mess of a girl”)

I finished The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things this evening. I looked at Love and Other Four Letter Words when I was at the bookstore, since I liked The Earth and was so close to finishing, but I just wasn’t up for a divorce story right now. I can always get it later. It’s not like I’m miserly about my book buying, as the 12+ sagging bookcases can attest.

When not watching TV, I have been the eating machine. Something is seriously wrong with me. I think I have eaten everything in completely senseless ways today. And I’m still not happy about it. I seem to be eating my way toward something, and I am just not finding it.