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Thirty-two, he turns

Andy celebrates his birthday on Halloween. No jokes nor wisecracks allowed, it’s too easy… too easy… ENOUGH!

But if you ever, ever call it Andyween again… just kidding. Go have a beer. Tomorrow you can sit down and start writing ten words for NaNo and just make up for the other few thousand the day after that.

NaNo is so not me.

At long, long last

Tony has the scoop on an Aliens vs. Predator Movie. I’ve played this game almost ten years ago in the arcades and I’ve been wondering how long it would actually take before a movie came up. Damn, what a long time it has been.

Stumped for a costume?

Zombyboy has the perfect suggestion. Ladies can be Courtney Love and it doesn’t matter if it’s Before, During, or After either.

Happy Halloween

It’s the Devil’s day, or so I was told, growing up listening to thumb-up-ass Catholic old fart priests. Yep, this is the night where the devil roamed free.

Growing up in the Philippines Halloween was hardly festive. The rich people participated in it. They had fun. As for the average folks, and the poor ones, well, it wasn’t exactly the best day to be running around asking people for candy. All sorts of stories would float in the media surrounding this day; of poisoned or drug-laced candy, of stalkers, and house break-ins. The fear wasn’t exactly a matter of having fun.

I never got around to actually enjoying it. Of course, the token decor sold cheap at the chain bookstores would appear in school. No one actually believed the bullcrap about any evil silent runnings involved with this holiday. It’s not like celebrating the day would have turned us all into pagans who run naked howling at the moon, nope.

My first Halloween that I dressed up for was in 2000. I didn’t want to spend any more money than I had to so I bought myself a few bandages, some clips, and tried to find a used neck brace (which I couldn’t). I wrapped my face up, bothmy arms, got an old rave shirt that suffered a few cigarette burns while dancing with bombed-out preps, spattered some blood on it, and called myself a car crash victim. The lady at the front desk of the club that I frequented recognized me immediately; how she did, I may never know.

Beyond any existential musings of the sort about this day, I do appreciate it as a day to be silly, to have clean fun with the kids, and to actually have an excuse to be hanging out with young ones, especially since there are real dangers that do not respect nor consider calendar days, as Kate points on in her entry here., along with her reasons for not liking this holiday.

Michele, on the other hand, is loving every minute of the day and she does mind that the entire holiday has been infected with the politically correct bullshit that seems to be thick enough in the air to be able to cut through it. Oh and yes, she is cutting through it best as she could.

I wish I could go trick or treating with her. I still don’t know what to wear tonight.

Give to me your leather

I really don’t know what prompted that Stevie Nicks lyrics for a title. Maybe because I just heard the song on the radio?

Actually, I’m pretty surprised and thankful that Craig noticed me in his linky love. I don’t think I’ve sent him a TB or a link his way in the past ten entries, and now I feel a tad red-faced. Yep, he seems to like James Spader too.

Thanks Craig.

Debts to society? Redux

I remember I was thirteen in the Philippines and we’d have these regular symposia featuring guest speakers from universities, covering different topics from sex (yes, sex) to economics, and what not.

I remember one on the idea of Social Justice and taxation. I don’t remember all the details, it has been at least ten years, but I do remember the few points that the speaker kept on hammering and hammering: flat taxes are evil, especially sales taxes. Progressive taxation is “socially just.” The rich must be taxed more because they have more.

I do understand that there is a big difference between the social milieu around which that sentiment stands, but I for one can no longer believe it to be applicable, neither here in the USA, or in the Philippines.

Such a sentiment makes the assumption that a person who has more is intrinsically an oppressor of the poor, a thief and plunderer of money that the poor should be having “in the first place.” This is done through “unfair wages” and “bad-faith business practices.” I was taught that people with money were The Big Evil who were out to take every opportunity to deprive you of money you are “entitled to.”

I must wonder out loud, though: how fair is fair? There is such a big disaparity on what fair means to different people, and this is at the very core of the taxation policies and political theories behind taxation that the different parties put into practice.

I cannot, in good faith assume that a person’s money is “stolen” and “plundered” from countless victims of business abuse, and what not. I cannot, in good faith assume that, because one day I will be rich off the money I’ve earned, and I will be richer than someone else, and for me to make that assumption, is to open myself to it when I do become rich.

Intermission

Well, this entry is what you call filler. I’m shamelessly whoring a link off of Venomous Kate’s entry, as per order. By the time my TB ping comes her way a link to this entry will appear on her site. Feel free to peruse the “Recent Entries” list on the sidebar, or click on my name at the top to go to the front page.

Learned from the best!

Val Prieto shows us the well from which El Jefe draws his inspiration. No surprise here, although deep inside I do hope he’s kidding.

As Sarah told me on seeing this: “Cha-ching!”

Ferocious, eh?

ferocious beast, you say?

There are children’s shows, and then there’s Children’s Poison. I don’t let my nieces watch everything that they are “allowed” to see, as far as ratings go. Anything that teaches them that “everyone wins,” that no one “has to lose,” and that there are no bad people, are totally banned from the TV.

That includes you, Maggie, and your not-so-ferocious beast. And don’t forget your Pig friend, who by the way is pretty much slim and trim, because, well, fat doesn’t exist and it would hurt fat people’s feelings to be told that they need to lose weight on account of their health. (Their health, dammit! I’m not advocating the Baywatch Mentality either!)

This post was inspired my Michele’s We’re Doomed entry. Yep, we know that poor kid will now be forced to watch Children’s Poison for a few hours, and then to hug everyone in class. Woohoo.

Teachers left behind

When discussing a controversial law such as the No Child Left Behind Act, there are a lot of avenues with which it could be approached: one, about big government and federal intervention in local affairs, another, about the “fairness” of it all, and the “real effects” of the law. The issue of standardization, can also be brought up.

Doc J linked to what Kevin Drum linked to about a daughter’s sorrow at her father’s losing his job for not being “qualified.” Let me quote the relevant points, from the girl (Amy Sullivan) and from Doc J:

Under the provisions of the No Child Left Behind Act, my dad — who taught social studies at an inner-city high school for twenty-seven years and was nationally recognized as an innovative educator — is considered unqualified to teach history courses in the state of Michigan. Yes, he was an award-winning teacher. Yes, he could teach world history/U.S. history/African history in his sleep. Yes, he has spent the past five years as a college instructor, teaching other social studies teachers how to teach. But his undergraduate major was in English, not history. So, according to the high standards of the No Child Left Behind Act, Dad is not allowed in the classroom as a social studies teacher. — Amy Sullivan

Doc J’s (more than) two cents:

What I’d like to know, is who let this man teach history in the first place?! Presumably, if he’s a bright, motivated fellow, he’s taught himself enough history over the years to more than adequately teach high school kids. But history has to be one of the harder subjects to teach, simply because of the vast scope of questions one could receive. By way of contrast, subjects like chemistry and physics, while perhaps “harder” at an advanced level, aren’t naturally going to lead to a whole lot of questions beyond the immediate scope of the assigned problems.

Letting someone without college training in history teach the subject is madness–and would explain why so many kids get to college knowing squat about the subject. What’s especially ironic is that social studies teachers are nigh unemployable unless they can get hired on as an athletic coach and “fill in” as a history teacher. Which is another reason kids get to college not knowing squat about history. — Doc J

This reminds of me of the old bullshit about “it’s not what your grades say, it’s what you learn.” Complete, and utter bullshit. How does a lawyer get to practice law? He goes to law school and takes a certification exam. Ditto a doctor. Ditto a phlebotomist. Ditto a nurse.

Ditto, or at least should be, educators.

It is just so funny to realize that technicalities and standards sound so good until they don’t work for you. I know that maybe this law borders on zero-tolerance for qualifications and the like, but we have to start from somewhere. We have to have a standard in black and white, on paper, tangible, and interpretable, as to the merits of a teacher and what he can teach.

Yes, her father’s situation may very well be one of many, but I consider this acceptable collateral damage, remedied by the passionate teacher’s willingness to go through classes, and be technically fully qualified. Standards are trying to be brought into the picture. Yes, people who are de facto qualified to be teaching so and so subject may be caught in the crossfire, but we need to come to a point where de facto and de jure are in concordance with each other.

That or The Children™ will stand to suffer either way.

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