Woohoo - Chupacabras!

I just love all the Chupacabra sightings. They have been doing DNA testing and so far they've turned out to be hairless/mangy coyotes. That seems likely. My first thought, after seeing photos, was that it was a coyote-dog mix of some kind. There are a few hairless dogs that look pretty weird (Chinese Crested, Xoloitzcuintli) and have that odd grey skin color too. Don't forget, most of the World's Ugliest Dog Contest winners have been part Chinese Crested. I actually thought that would be pretty neat, if some pet had gotten lost and bred with a coyote and had enough puppies to form a little band of goat-suckers down in Texas.

Googling

There's an interesting article about Google and their book project at Yahoo. Personally, I don't Google things, I Yahoo! them. Most search engines nowadays have a lack of privacy, but Google seems to want to database every single thing that you do, so I stay away from it. Supposedly, you can even search and find e-mails that people have written with their Google accounts.

Anyway, the article is interesting because it talks about how people look something up, but never go farther than usually the 1st page of the search results. That people are letting Google think for them, instead of thinking for themselves. I've seen things like this in my classroom too. The students don't want to do anything that takes effort. I know that sounds like all students throughout history, but it's worse now. If it takes a lot of effort, many of them don't seem to know how to do it.

They also can't follow simple instructions. I had my students write short little essays at one point (they read an article in a book, then answered the questions that followed it). I gave them a specific list of how I wanted the essay - 12 pt Times Roman font, double spaced, 1.25" margin, and it must be long enough that it runs onto a 2nd page; it couldn't be just one page of type. I put the instructions up on my website, and went over them all in class. Most of my students could not follow those instructions, or just chose to ignore them, thinking that it didn't matter and I would take their essay anyway (I took them, I just gave them a bad grade).

After the first essay, I discovered that I also had to post instructions on writing an essay in general - that you should have an introduction, your main points, and then a conclusion - because most of the students didn't seem to know how to do that. In fact, there were only a handful of students that I would deem ready for college after reading their essays. I was teaching a freshmen course, but that was still a shock to me, that so many people today simply cannot write at all. And some of them were upset about writing an essay because this was not for an English class! (Hell, I once had to write an essay on a math exam!)

I hate to harp back to the "good old days," but I'd swear that when I first started college, if you didn't learn the subject material, you would flunk the course. And if you cheated, you would flunk the course. And when you got to your upper-level classes, you had to study. I studied my ass off for my bachelor's degree, but now it seems like most colleges are turning into diploma mills. And at some colleges it's almost impossible to flunk someone for cheating (I won't name the college, but one professor I know was put through the wringer for trying to flunk a student who had outrageously plagiarized her final paper - it was so bad that he said he'd never do it again, he'd just give the student another chance). Since when did cheating become something that's allowable? Why have standards dropped so low? The same college where the cheating incident took place now offers 8-10 remedial math sections each semester. If you can't pass basic math, how did you get into college!!! Forget that, how did you graduate high school!!!

What Team Are You On?

Alright, I admit it, I'm female. And yes, I read the Twilight books, and I've seen the first movie (I know people who are fans). So what team am I on? I'm on Team I Don't Give A Fuck. And I'm a little disturbed by these Twilight Moms. In some ways it reminds of the Olsen Countdown, to when the Olsen twins would become legal age to lust after.

Rush Limbaugh needs to die!

Alright, I just can't take this bullshit anymore. It was bad enough when Rush would rant about those evil junkies, while he was doctor-shopping for oxycontin, but now he's taking on children! Here's a quote, about where the kids should look for food:

And, of course, the first will be: "Try your house." It's a thing called the refrigerator. You probably already know about it. Try looking there. There are also things in what's called the kitchen of your house called cupboards. And in those cupboards, most likely you're going to find Ding-Dongs, Twinkies, Lays ridgy potato chips, all kinds of dips and maybe a can of corn that you don't want, but it will be there. If that doesn't work, try a Happy Meal at McDonald's....

There's another place if none of these options work to find food; there's always the neighborhood dumpster. Now, you might find competition with homeless people there, but there are videos that have been produced to show you how to healthfully dine and how to dumpster dive and survive until school kicks back up in August.

There's a reason we have school lunch programs for the poor - because for some kids, that IS the only meal they get every day. They don't have cupboards full of crappy desserts and they sure as hell can't afford McDonalds (unless that's where they're dumpster diving). Hell, they don't even have computers so they can look up how to properly dumpster-dive so that they're getting a healthy dinner.

I had a paper route when I was in college, and I had to stop and collect the money for the paper delivery. One lady I collected from was a senior citizen, on Social Security, so I tried to make sure I was never late collecting from her, because she couldn't afford to pay for two months at once. This same lady was the only thing keeping the children behind her alive. This was an older neighborhood, and there was a house behind her house, and the driveways were right next to each other. The woman in the house behind had 3 children, and was hooked on heroine. Every month, she would use her food stamps to buy heroine. The senior lady had called Social Services on her several times, and even bought the kids food. She said she had to, because one day she went back there and knocked on the door. The kids were all at home, but the mother was out. She looked through the kitchen, and the only food item in the entire kitchen was a bottle of ketchup. So tell Rush Limbaugh to shove his condescending, hypocritical, blinded point of view up his prodigious ass!

Alive and well

If anyone is still reading my blog, yes, I am alive and well. I was sick for a while with my own health problems, but I'm okay now. Then last year my father became ill and he died, so things have just been crazy.

I'm not teaching at the moment, so there probably won't be a whole lot going on here. I do hope to return to blogging one school starts up this fall.

No More Pink Ribbons, Please!: Update

I just wanted to let y'all know, that I spoke with my husband. If I ever get breast cancer, he has been instructed to burn any pink clothing that I possess. Again, I am not dissing breast cancer, I am dissing all the pink crap that haunts my every visit to any store.

No More Pink Ribbons, Please!

Alright, I'll probably get blasted for this, but I don't care. I am sick to death of pink ribbons! Really, I can't take it anymore. I mean, yes, I understand that breast cancer is a nasty disease that kills women. I've lost several family members to cancer, so don't think I haven't been affected by it. And in the 80s one of my mom's friends died of breast cancer, which was basically a death sentence in those days. So I really understand how far we've come. Breast cancer awareness was critical because women were dying of it and it seemed like there was no research being done. But that has changed!

Breast cancer is still bad but it's a lot more treatable nowadays. And everyone knows about it. But it seems to have become some kind of cause celebre, where the whole concept of awareness and research has been replaced with trendy pink items. I can't walk into a fucking store anymore without seeing something in pink that swears it will support breast cancer research if I buy it. Sam's Club has an entire aisle at the front of the store dedicated to "pink" items such as Cheerios. Dyson even makes a fucking pink vacuum cleaner! I've read several articles about how people are burned out on tragedies, like Katrina, etc. and they just can't take anymore of it. That's how I feel about pink ribbons. I can't set foot outside my door without being inundated by pink awareness. ENOUGH ALREADY! I'm Aware!

There's a link on the side of my blog to Hello Kitty Hell. The author is married to a woman obsessed with everything Hello Kitty. His house is covered in all things Kitty. That's how I feel now. I'm in Pink Ribbon Hell.