All Now Mysterious...

Monday, July 31, 2006

Unexpected Dividends

Nancy and I were in the car the other night, listening to a CD that I'd made for her. Crenshaw's song "She's My Hero" came on, and it made me start thinking.

If I hadn't volunteered at the Utah Arts Festival, I would never have heard of the band.

If I hadn't been volunteering at the local branch of the library, I would never have had the conversation that made me aware of Western Governors University, and I wouldn't be starting my Masters program tomorrow.

If I hadn't volunteered at the community breakfast last July, I wouldn't have ended up at the BBQ where I met Nancy.

Getting involved has been good for me.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Today's Wisdom

If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.

-Socrates

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Stop, Thief!

Today was Training Day at work again. Small class, only three recruits signed up to attend. Strangely enough, all of them showed up. I can't remember the last time that happened.

I got them through to the second break, their last respite before the practice survey and the test. As this break approached, I began to look forward to enjoying the 7-Up I had brought from home. A good, cold, 12-ounce lemon-lime refreshement break would really hit the spot.

It was gone. Someone had stolen my drink from the company refrigerator.

I did a quick sweep of the call center to see if I could catch a glimpse of my purloined soda and confront the perpetrator. No such luck. I returned to my training group greatly disappointed.

Then, once the newbies were taking the test and I was getting out my dinner, I saw it. No, not in the fridge where I had left it--in the recycle bin. The can was empty. Whoever had taken it had left it there for me to see. My disappointment was complete. I guess that's what I get for setting my heart on the things of this world.

At least they recycled the can.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Good Grief, It's Friday Again?

Friday's Feast, 21 July 2006.

Appetizer Fill in the blanks: I ____________ when I _____________.
I cringe when I realize I haven't written anything except memes here for almost two weeks.

Soup Name something you use to make your home smell good.
My Crock Pot. When I get home from work (or the day's other activities) and smell that dinner is done, it's a wonderful thing.

Salad If you could receive a coupon in the mail for 50% off any product, what would you want it to be for?
I'd love to get a coupon for 50% off a new laptop.

Main Course Besides sleeping, what do you spend the majority of the hours of your typical day doing?
Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday: Working.
Monday: Running errands, hanging out with Nancy.
Thursday: Gaming (and riding the bus to and from).
Sunday: Church, hanging out with the in-laws.
All days: Puttering around on the comptuer.

Dessert What can you hear right now while answering these questions?
People talking. I'm a manager at a call center, and we just started the afternoon shift.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Back with More Double Meme Goodness!

Part I: Friday's Feast
Friday's Feast, 14 July 2006.

Appetizer Name one nice thing that you could do for someone else today.
I could try to be a little more understanding when our employees come to me with their neverending parade of whiny little problems that they expect me to fix for them, the kind of things they could figure out for themselves if they'd just spend 30 seconds of their lives to THINK about it. Okay, deep breath. Yeah, I guess I could be a little more understanding.

Soup When was the last time you were frightened by the weather?
Probably when I was about 8. We had just moved into a new town, and there were reports of six different tornados surrounding the town. I can't really think of anything scary that I've endured, weather-wise, since then.

Salad What would you say is the most useful website or blog that you visit?
Probably Yahoo.com. I check mail there, news, sports scores, games, movies, maps, and so on.

Main Course Who was your favorite singer/group when you were a child?
Mostly just whatever my parents had on records...ABBA, John Denver, Neil Diamond, Dr. Hook. Fun stuff!

Dessert Do you have any rituals? If so, what are they?
When I play softball, I generally let the first pitch go by whenever I'm at bat. (Since I don't play softball much anymore, I guess that's not much of a ritual.)

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Part II: Top 5 On Friday
Top Five on Friday from The Music Memoirs:

Top 5 songs you're ashamed to admit that you like.

» "Beat It" by Michael Jackson

» "Larger Than Life" by Backstreet Boys

» "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears

» "Tubthumping" by Chumbawamba

» "Livin' La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Useful Trivia

Someone asked me the other night, "How do they make the fireworks all those different colors?" Fortunately, having taken inorganic chemistry in the not-too-distant past, I was able to tell them the different colors came from small amounts of different metals mixed in with the explosive components. I couldn't remember exactly which metals made which colors, though.

Imagine my satisfaction, then, when I was unpacking some books the other day and came across the notes for that class. Here's what they use to make the different colors:

White: Magnesium
Red: Rubidium
Brick Red: Calcium
Crimson: Strontium, Lithium
Yellow: Sodium
Green: Barium, also Copper and Boron
Blue: Cesium
Purple: Potassium

At last, some practical use for all those chemistry classes I took!

Friday, July 07, 2006

No Dentist Left Behind

I know that everyone involved with education, and probably a lot of people who aren't, have probably already seen this. But it's worth sharing anyway. Enjoy...and think.

My dentist is great! He sends me reminders so I don't forget checkups. He uses the latest techniques based on research. He never hurts me, and I've got all my teeth.

When I ran into him the other day, I was eager to see if he'd heard about the new state program. I knew he'd think it was great.

"Did you hear about the new state program to measure effectiveness of dentists with their young patients?" I said.

" No," he said. He didn't seem too thrilled. "How will they do that?"

"It's quite simple," I said. "They will just count the number of cavities each patient has at age 10, 14, and 18 and average that to determine a dentist's rating. Dentists will be rated as excellent, good, average, below average, and unsatisfactory. That way parents will know which are the best dentists. The plan will also encourage the less effective dentists to get better," I said. "Poor dentists who don't improve could lose their licenses to practice."

"That's terrible," he said.

"What? That's not a good attitude," I said. "Don't you think we should try to improve children's dental health in this state?"

"Sure I do," he said, "but that's not a fair way to determine who is practicing good dentistry."

Why not?" I said. "It makes perfect sense to me."

"Well, it's so obvious," he said. "Don't you see that dentists don't all work with the same clientele, and that much depends on things we can't control? For example, I work in a rural area with a high percentage of patients from deprived homes, while some of my colleagues work in upper middle-class neighborhoods. Many of the parents I work with don't bring their children to see me until there is some kind of problem, and I don't get to do much preventive work.

"Also, many of the parents I serve let their kids eat way too much candy from an early age, unlike more educated parents who understand the relationship between sugar and decay.

"To top it all off, so many of my clients have well water, which is untreated and has no fluoride in it. Do you have any idea how much difference early use of fluoride can make?"

"It sounds like you're making excuses," I said. "I can't believe that you, my dentist, would be so defensive. After all, you do a great job, and you needn't fear a little accountability."

"I am not being defensive!" he said. "My best patients are as good as anyone's, my work is as good as anyone's, but my average cavity count is going to be higher than a lot of other dentists because I chose to work where I am needed most."

"Don't' get touchy," I said.

"Touchy?" he said. His face had turned red, and from the way he was clenching and unclenching his jaws, I was afraid he was going to damage his teeth. "Try furious! In a system like this, I will end up being rated average, below average, or worse. The few educated patients I have who see these ratings may believe this so-called rating is an actual measure of my ability and proficiency as a dentist. They may leave me, and I'll be left with only the most needy patients. And my cavity average score will get even worse. On top of that, how will I attract good dental hygienists and other excellent dentists to my practice if it is labeled below average?"

"I think you are overreacting," I said. "'Complaining, excuse-making and stonewalling won't improve dental health'...I am quoting from a leading member of the DOC," I noted.

"What's the DOC?" he asked.

"It's the Dental Oversight Committee," I said, "a group made up of mostly lay persons to make sure dentistry in this state gets improved."

"Spare me," he said, "I can't believe this. Reasonable people won't buy it," he said hopefully.

The program sounded reasonable to me, so I asked, "How else would you measure good dentistry?"

"Come watch me work," he said. "Observe my processes."

"That's too complicated, expensive and time-consuming," I said. "Cavities are the bottom line, and you can't argue with the bottom line. It's an absolute measure."

"That's what I'm afraid my parents and prospective patients will think. This can't be happening," he said despairingly.

"Now, now," I said, "don't despair. The state will help you some."

"How?" he asked.

"If you receive a poor rating, they'll send a dentist who is rated excellent to help straighten you out," I said brightly.

"You mean," he said, "they'll send a dentist with a wealthy clientele to show me how to work on severe juvenile dental problems with which I have probably had much more experience? BIG HELP!"

"There you go again," I said. "You aren't acting professionally at all."

"You don't get it," he said. "Doing this would be like grading schools and teachers on an average score made on a test of children's progress with no regard to influences outside the school, the home, the community served and stuff like that. Why would they do something so unfair to dentists? No one would ever think of doing that to schools."

I just shook my head sadly, but he had brightened. "I'm going to write my representatives and senators," he said. "I'll use the school analogy. Surely they will see the point."

He walked off with that look of hope mixed with fear and suppressed anger that I, a teacher, see in the mirror so often lately.

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If you don't understand why educators resent the recent federal NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND ACT, this may help. If you do understand, you'll enjoy this analogy, which was forwarded by:

John S. Taylor, Superintendent of Schools for the Lancaster County, PA, School District.