Author: curmudgeonfun

On the eve of the first day of the last year of the second decade of the twenty-first century of the Christian Era, I greet you! I wish for you (and all the Earth!) a happier, more peaceful New Year. I’m not counting on it, but it does not hurt to wish. At least, not much….

After all, this may just be the year wherein all politicians and telemarketers and their families (out to second cousins) are placed on a small island far removed from all other land, and that island is then nuked until it is a chasm in the seabed.
Let us pray!

And it may just be the year in which people realize we do not need gun (and knife) control, we need crazy control, with a ten-thousand-fold increase (minimum) in mental health screening and treatment, including the rooms with rubber walls. Or maybe the media ghouls will wise up and quit advertising the mass shootings, and thereby implanting the idea of such into minds that should not think of such things and have access to possible victims. 

May your Walk with The Black Wolf, and that of those you love, not be this year. Should he pay you a social visit, though, enjoy your conversation–it is bound to edify and entertain you both. And when you do Walk with him, I shall try to arrange that he bring you a packet of Peg’s Cookies large enough to share on the way.
I must admit that I am looking forward to that aspect of the Walk. She is an excellent baker….

In short, avoid those things that aggravate you and seek out those things that make you smile. Live largely, and love enormously, and laugh to make the universe ring!
And may I be in Heaven a half-hour before the Devil knows I’m dead!

The more I see of the human race the better I like dogs–present company excepted.

May/3/2020

I was dreaming I was walking along a footpath in the Smokies, clear sky, light wind, sunlight dappling the ground through the leaves. Not so distantly, a creek could be heard babbling and bubbling as if no one were listening–or if someone was, it did not care a whit.
I stooped at the spring for a drink, and heard a familiar voice say, “Huka hey, Brother Man!”
“Huka hey, Brother Wolf. I did not see you in the deep shade and dark water.”
Tongue loll. “I am hiding for a bit of rest. This coronavirus has had me and my eldest litters busier than usual. Not quite so bad as a war, but many souls, nonetheless, and spread out.”
“I understand, Brother Wolf. I hope you have had moments to stop by Peggy’s and get a bite to eat.”
“She always has something on the stove or in the oven, and shares generously. In a way, the boom in my duties has been a good thing, to keep my waistline down. My wife here likes Peggy’s cooking, too, but is more disciplined than I.”
I had not noticed Sister Wolf, lying behind TBW in a deeper patch of shade. I introduced myself, with apologies for being tardy in acknowledging her presence.
“Huka hey, Brother Man. I took no offense, for I show myself but rarely. I have heard much about you from TBW, and from Peggy. How much should I believe?” A smile was in her eyes.
“None of it Sister Wolf, for it is probably true.”
Tongue lolls from them both.
“Especially what Peggy had to say, I suppose,” said Sister Wolf, who is slightly larger and sleeker than TBW, and equally as ebon.
“Even so, milady.”
” She had not VERY much bad to say, Brother Man, as little sisters do. I like her.”
“I am a bit fond of her, as well. When you see her, please give her my love.”
“We shall see her when the doctors get ahead of the virus, but not before, I fear,”said TBW. In fact, my wife is able to help me and the offspring who are old enough to help only because Peggy is cub-sitting for us with our newest whelps. Well, she and those you call the Five Silly Puppies are riding herd on the six of them. Your love will be relayed to all six.”
“I am not surprised at that. I am certain that Peg and pups are enjoying themselves and the cubs immensely.”
Sister Wolf said, “She was gracious enough to volunteer, with her pack right behind her. She already knew this litter, but she volunteered anyway.” Tongue loll. “The little ones like her and the FSPs, and may even mind them better than they do me.”
I chuckled. “You are but their mother. She is the Lady with the Stove, no?”
Double tongue lolls.
TBW stood and stretched and asked his lady, “We have soaked and cooled our pads enough for now, dear, haven’t we?”
She performed a long, sinuous, and apparently extremely enjoyable stretch herself. “Yes, dear,” she said. She turned to me and bowed her head (rather regally, as was befitting). “Huka hey, Brother Man! Stay well.”
TBW tongue-lolled and said, “Huka hey, Brother Man. She Who Must Be Obeyed has spoken. Be well, or answer to Her.”
“Huka hey, Sister Wolf. Huka hey, Sister Wolf. May you and yours get back on your normal schedule soon.”
Sister Wolf smiled wryly. “That is our hope, too.”
I was alone in the creek, refreshed.
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Sometimes I wonder if my mind has gone down too many alleyways and lost sight of the real world. I hope not, for I rather enjoy my visits with The Black Wolf, and look forward to seeing his Lady Wolf again, and perhaps meeting their sons and daughters.
But then, what IS the real world?

1) We have naturally provided costumes for each holiday and season. Christmas is Santa, Halloween is the Great Pumpkin, Thanksgiving a Turkey, Fourth of July is a Giant Cherry Bomb, Winter is a Snowman, Summer a Sun, Spring a Teletubby, MLK as Fat Albert.
2) It is easy, to tell the truth about fat slobs like Rosie O’Donnell, Michael Moore, Megan McCain, Amy Schumer or Stacey Abrams without being self-conscience.
3) Fat people are more believable and happier. They have nothing to hide, and they don’t go around hungry.

4) Fat shaming is OK. It’s like black people calling one another the n-word.

5) There is no need to diet.

6) People avoid sitting close to you. You will be the last one to sit next to on a bus, and some will sell their souls to switch seats on a plane.

7) You always get extra portions in a cafeteria line.

8) People never try to squeeze past you in a corridor or hallway.

9) No one would even think of cutting in front of you in a buffet line.

10) We don’t wrinkle…our faces my show some folds but no wrinkles

They never disturb you with the sounds of lawn equipment operating.

They provide a continual source of intrigue as to why you can see glimpses of red, blue, and white light around your window blinds.

They never annoy you changing outdoor decorations. They usually leave something like a pumpkin on display all year.

They often don’t bother you coming and going as they spend many evenings in public service facilities such as hospitals and police stations.

People on crack are environmentally friendly, they only weight about 100 pounds and don’t eat anything or breath a lot of our air.

There is never any wonder where new grass diseases come from. Springtime is like opening natures surprise package.

There is never any doubt when a dirtbag neighbor gets a new home appliance. The old appliance sits on the street waiting on a Mexican to come take it and the new box weathers for months until you help haul it to the trash.

My World View

As I approach my sixty-eighth year, describing my background is a bit more challenging than for younger students.  I grew up in Nashville Tennessee in a middle-class Christian family.  My life perspectives were not identifiable within a special group such as race, gender or religious division. There were plenty of professional females in my family, I knew and loved people of non-Christian religions, and I was unaware of race until I was almost twenty years old.  Yes, I sang Jesus Loves the Little Children with its “red and yellow, black and white…” but my youthful mind never associated those colors with people. Most of us can’t remember the eye color or hair color of the last three people we met, and I was the same regarding race, sex, and religion.  Yes, I knew the difference between girls and boys, but I had no concept of misogyny.  All of the contemporary social issues of our day were outside of my child’s world.  Today, I understand that all these divisions are taught to us by our ruling power structure to divide and control us. As early as 1667, our ruling class was changing English common law to create a black vs. white class from a Christian vs. Savage segregation (Takaki, 1993, p. 59). I believe I was blessed with a family that did not exhibit prejudice views in their daily lives and did not pass on such perspectives to their children.

I was taught to work for what I wanted and set goals for myself all along my life path. Politically, I was socially liberal and fiscally conservative at age twenty-one, and I could hold my own in debates based on logical arguments. I was a senior business manager for twenty-five years, retiring as President and Chief Operating Officer of a small automotive firm in Detroit.  My businesses were profitable, and we managed our growth over long periods of time. I made money while being environmentally conscientious, and I was an equal opportunity employer before the term was coined. When I retired, I recommended a female Vice-President of Engineering as my replacement.

My worldview is but a fleeting opinion on issues related to life that I change in my mind on a daily basis. Changes manifest themselves as I learn and build constructs in my mind with every new piece of information. I have been a heathen and an angel, a scientist and a mystic, a power broker, and a humble man. I care about people and have hated them as well. Today, I focus on a few resilient perspectives, born of my science and my mind.  I believe in God because science clearly proves a creator’s presence. Most scientists do not deny this presence, and I find most creator deniers have simply failed to study the subject seriously. I am a Christian of faith and believe that I must love my Lord and all people, as well as remain a humble man. For example, all of my suits, dress shirts, and ties are handmade by Paul Cicchini of Birmingham. However, I made a promise to myself about ten years ago to remain humble in dress and demeanor. Thus, you will not find me dressed in more than a casual polo shirt and slacks, save for an occasional funeral.   Christianity sets forth many guidelines for my life, and I attempt to live within those parameters.  As a citizen, I must respect the laws of the land, “render unto Caesar” (Mathews 22:21) and be mindful that sovereign authority is most often deceitful in its intent and direction. Humility, as commanded, does not suit me well to be a rebel for social justice. Thus, I must conduct my direction toward righteousness without anger and lawlessness.  My search for the improvement of the human condition must come from articulated logic submitted into the public discourse. I love and respect my country and continue to peacefully work for its repair when it deviates from the pursuit of goodness into the evil one’s grasp.

A combination of Christian values drives my second career in education.  I saw so many young people without math skills that I knew they were going to fall by the wayside in today’s technological society. Perhaps there was a time when a farm or a factory job was the destination of most young men and women, but those days are behind us. If you do not have skills in math and language, you are bound to a life of poverty. The desire to help my neighbor became a primary motivation.  Second, was the realization that teachers cannot help their students unless they truly love the students and the students are aware of their teacher’s emotion.  Love of my students became a second driving motivation.  Love comes to a classroom in many ways, from respect to nurturing.  Teachers who work without love are just going through the motions utilizing a set of practiced skills (Jardine, 1998, p. 5).

I was prepared to retrain to enhance my teaching skills, I repeated thirty-two hours of my undergraduate mathematics and began a pursuit of a master’s degree as I taught math. I was not prepared for the observation that so many math teachers are unable to teach their subject. The science fields allow teachers in the classroom without any exposure to the education discipline. I decided that I needed a master’s in education if I ever expected to be competent in the classroom. This new expectation would prove to be a huge transition for my worldview.  I fell out of the sciences and into the arts. Today, I am reminded of Michael Serres as world events tore him from the path of a mathematician into the arms of philosophy (Serres, 2012). Today, I find myself with a dual life mission; to learn to be a professional teacher of mathematics and to uncover the problems in math curriculum that result in student failure.

As I teach, I discover student pitfalls that prevent them from top performance. An example of a pitfall might be failing to learn their multiplication tables in the third grade.  To correct this situation, I need to know why the student did not learn the material.  I find most students who lack this skill are still intellectually proficient. “You can remember seventy-five football plays, but you can’t multiply 7 times 4.” In this situation, I need a scholarly background in several research techniques and a deep understanding of epistemology to find answers. Yes, I can and have taught college freshmen their multiplication tables, but I am interested in how to curtail this situation in third-grade classrooms all over the world. Again, I find my life course following a positivist (Comte, 1884) approach to problem-solving and new direction discovery. If I can uncover the root cause (Keptner-Tregoe, 2015) of student failure, I can research the issue with my new found skills provided to me through my doctoral program. With these same skills, I can develop recommendations to make a problem manageable or perhaps eradicate the issue for all students.

My positivist approach to problem-solving will most likely drive my future research direction. It should be of no surprise to anyone who knows me, that I begin problem-solving from a pragmatic approach to research. I can apply Polya’s problem solving to everything (Polya, 1957). Just evaluate the data and give me the facts. Research methods of pragmatism and grounded theory will suit for most information; unfortunately, these methods fall short when I begin to examine why something happens within a student’s experience.  I find that I need more tools in my toolkit, and phenomenology (Savin-Baden, 2013, p. 26) comes to mind when I want to know what the student was feeling in the third grade when presented with multiplication tables or in eighth grade when presented with letters in algebra problems. As Seidman said, “phenomenological review: provides access to the context of people’s behavior” (Seidman, 1998, p. 4). Summarizing my research approach tends to be a selection process depending on the information I need to know to accomplish a mission.  The availability of so many approaches is like a big bonus package available for application as mission trails become foggy.  I suspect that good research depends on good methods applied as required.

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Jardine, D. W. (1998). To Dwell with a Boundless Heart. NY: Peter Lang Publishing.

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Takaki, R. (1993). A Different Mirror. NY: Little Brown and Company.