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bear – ing n 1  the manner in which one comports oneself;  2  the act, power, or time of bringing forth offspring or fruit; 3 a machine part in which another part turns [a journal ~];  pl comprehension of one’s position, environment, or situation;   5  the act of moving while supporting the weight of something [the ~ of the cross].


  • Pro-life Episcopalians please note…

    … As of the Executive Council meetingJanuary 9-12, in Des Moines, Iowa, your church is, officially, not:

    In other actions, the council [the Executive Council of the Episcopal Church]:

      • Approved the Episcopal Church’s membership in the Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice. The membership had caused some controversy during the last General Convention. In a related resolution (NAC-040), the council asked for a report at its March meeting regarding "membership of or on behalf of the Episcopal Church in external organizations." The National Concerns Committee is considering whether the church needs a more specific policy on membership in such organizations.

    So, controversy in the "General" convention; no controversy at the Executive Council, which would be… the leaders?

    The Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice has a website:

    The Coalition members are national organizations from the Episcopal Church, Presbyterian Church (USA), United Church of Christ, United Methodist Church, Unitarian Universalist Association, Conservative and Reform Judaism, and many other traditions. While we are religiously and theologically diverse, we agree that reproductive choice is consistent with our faith and values.

    I read through some of the resolutions by "religious groups" listed on the RCRC website.  It’s incredibly annoying to click a link, purportedly to "the official resolutions… of denominations," and see included there (along with truly official statements from various churches, e.g. Presbyterian Church USA, United Methodist Church, and others) a statement by Catholics For a Free Choice. 

    Then again, I suppose they might well qualify as their own denomination.

    In all seriousness, it’s truly alarming how many Christian denominations are explicitly abortion supporters.  Some even pay for it in their employee health plans (e.g., Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, i.e. most American Lutherans, up to 20 weeks’ gestation  — for this reason, a Missouri Synod Lutheran friend of mine won’t add to the collection plate when she visits in an ELCA church).   Would Jesus render coins to Caesar for your elective abortion?

    Few denominations support it outright in all circumstances.  Most, for example, think it’s wrong for sex selection.  Some say it’s only justified in narrow circumstances; some, for example, allow for the abortion of children who through no fault of their own were conceived after a rape.  But the proportion of Christians who belong to denominations that unequivocally oppose the direct taking of unborn human life in all circumstances is smaller than most of us realize.*  Many Christians aren’t even aware of the official stance of their own denominations. 

    What does your denomination have to say?  Do you know where all your donations go?

    h/t Shrine of the Holy Whapping.

    *Not counting situations in which a necessary medical procedure indirectly causes, as an unwanted side effect, the death of an unborn child.  I wish enough people were familiar enough with the long-well-defined principle of double effect to recognize that this is not the same thing as a so-called "therapeutic abortion" or even "an abortion to save the mother’s life."  Most aren’t, hence this clarification. 


  • What is the opposite of “hat?”

    I’m not even going to bother explaining the convoluted path of mouse-clicks that got me to this bizarre post.  But I’m glad I did it.


  • Language Log.

    Kind of a fun blog about usage, etymology, abbreviations, etc.  Here’s a post I liked, speculating on the origin of butt as an intensifier (e.g., butt naked, butt cold).

    UPDATE AFTER READING SOME MORE:  I’m glad I kept reading, because it led me to something funny.  This post asks,

    What do Garth Brooks’ lines

    I’ve got friends in low places,
    where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases
    my blues away.

    and the FAA-mandated warning

    Please move from the exit rows if you are unwilling or unable to perform the necessary actions without injury.

    have in common?

    and points to a whole series of posts by Neal Whitman at Literal Minded on a phenomenon he calls FLoPs, or "Friends In Low Places coordinations."  Read in order from the bottom up.  I liked this one:

    As I was getting Doug and myself settled into our seats for the flight back to Ohio a few days ago, I listened to the pre-flight instructions and heard this request for passengers who found themselves sitting next to an emergency exit:

    Please move from the exit rows if you are unwilling or unable to perform the necessary actions without injury.

    So in order to sit in an exit row, you must be (1) able to perform the necessary actions without injury, and (2) willing to perform the necessary actions without injury. The first condition seems reasonable. As for the second one, I can just picture it now; a passenger sitting in the exit row tells the flight attendant, "Yeah, I’ll do it, but only if you’ll smack me around some first." Or, "I’ll do it, but only if I get to smack some of the other passengers around."

    As if you couldn’t already tell I’m a closet language geek, I found that uproariously funny.

    UPDATE AGAIN:  This post is another one I liked, since I’m working with Oscar on phonics so much.  It’s so oversimplified in most curricula.

    UPDATE AGAIN:  And while we’re at it, I share this man’s fantasy.


  • Language learning.

    I know it’s kind of strange, seeing as I went on to study engineering, but the best teacher I probably ever had was my high school French teacher, Miss G.  (Not that we called her that.  We tended to call her Madame G_____ and she tended to sharply correct us that she was to be called Mademoiselle.)  The time frame:  1989-1992.  The place:  a suburban high school in southwestern Ohio.

    "Best teacher ever" stories are usually rife with warm fuzzies about how inspiring, encouraging, and passionate said Best Teacher Ever was, how she taught the writer to Believe in Herself or to Follow Her Dreams or some such.  I’ll give Miss G. this:  she was passionate about the subject, and she did a great job helping us to love the French language (enough that I went on to get a minor in it at college just for fun), and I was lucky enough to be a senior the year she said, "Oh hell, let’s make this the year I take a bunch of kids to Paris."  But what I want to focus on is more mundane:  her method, and how well it worked (at least for me), and how much I’d like to emulate it when it comes to teaching my own kids about language — their own langue maternelle and any foreign tongues we wind up working with. 

    Here are the main aspects that I remember from the French curriculum I studied:

    • Preceded by an optional eighth-grade year of intensive phrase-based vocabulary drill
    • 9th grade (French I) largely taught as a grammar subject from standard textbooks (this was a different teacher for me)
    • Weekly passages of French text of a variety of types to be first copied in French and then translated into English, beginning in 1oth grade
    • Classes and discussion conducted in French at least part of the time starting in 1oth grade, most or all of the time starting in 11th grade
    • French III and IV (11th and 12th grades) were taught as a single mixed class, with a two-year curriculum of literature and advanced grammar topics
    • Journaling beginning in 1oth grade
    • Occasional French-language movie in class (Subtitles?  Nope.  If we were lucky we got French captions)
    • Literary-critical essays and the occasional creative-writing project associated with each of the works we read — much the same kind of thing we were writing in our English classes, only in French

    A couple of years after high school, and having taken exactly one college course in French, I did a summer at an intensive language program in Lyon.  The students, predominantly Americans but with some other countries represented, were split into five levels based on a placement test; I placed in the highest level, well above several students who were college seniors majoring in French.   Now, maybe I have an aptitude for the language, but Occam’s Razor suggests a better explanation:  Miss G. kicked most college teachers’ asses.

    Why’s that?

    The preliminary vocabulary drills, a whole year of them, got us off to a good start.  We spent  a year counting, singing French Christmas carols, reciting lists of prepositions (All together now:  dans, sur, sous, avec, au droit, a gauche, au centre; devant, derriere, la-bas, ici, pres de, loin de, entre!), going through interminable decks of flash cards:  animals, office supplies, various kinds of verbs, sports equipment, you name it.  I remember a whole unit on giving and receiving directions, learning to say sentences like "Turn right after you pass the red house; if you get to the railroad, you’ve gone too far."  The advantage:  By the time we opened a French grammar text on the first day of ninth grade, we already had a few hundred words to work with; we already had exposure to many grammatical forms, even if we couldn’t explain them; we already had an "ear" for the language.   For every grammar rule we learned, we could immediately form dozens of sentences, without having to refer to a dictionary (or worse, to the short lists of "example words" that accompany the lesson in most grammar texts).

    I’d probably rank as next most important the physical act of writing the French language.  The extra step of copying out French texts before translating them immersed us in correct grammar and exposed us to a variety of writing styles.  The essays and especially the journals we wrote forced us to turn to the dictionary to find the vocabulary, both everyday and specialized, that we needed to express our own thoughts or even just to record a day’s activities.  I have no idea how she found the time to do it, but everything we wrote was returned with a dense overlay of red grammatical corrections.  Some of the stuff we were required to rewrite correctly and return for a second look.

    (A side note on this:  Back in the late eighties/early nineties, high school students still mostly wrote out essays and assignments in longhand.  I remember the final hours carefully handwriting the final copy on college-ruled paper, leaving every other line blank.  Nowadays, I assume, more high school students prepare their drafts by computer.  I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing, although I’m sure that the process of writing has changed along with it.  But I feel sure that longhand-writing of at least some of the copywork, because it takes longer and because the pen is a more natural extension of the mind-arm complex than the keyboard, aids learning in a unique way.)

    The third feature, of course, is immersion in the spoken language.  Of necessity, it wasn’t total in the early years, especially in discussion of grammar, which inevitably has recourse to analogies to the mother tongue.  But Miss G. tried to lecture in French at least a couple times a week even then, on things like geography or culture, and a great deal of our discussion of the books we read was conducted in French.   Too, there were movies, which forced us to listen carefully to people who weren’t speaking all that carefully, and trained our ears.

    I think you’d be hard-pressed to find an educator who didn’t agree that immersion is an important part of foreign language learning, although some of them would assume that children cannot benefit from it before attaining a certain level (an assumption with which I emphatically disagree).   But copywork and drill have fallen out of favor with many educators.  The exception are those who adhere partly or wholly to the philosophy of so-called "classical" education. 

    I’m convinced that drill and copywork are the main reasons I excelled in French at the high school level (along with every other student who went on to take French III and IV as electives, an admittedly self-selecting and elite bunch of high-achievers).   I would like to apply what I learned there to the teaching of English grammar as well.  The drill is less important, because the vocabulary is already acquired; but copywork can play an important role in the simultaneous learning of grammar, style, reading comprehension, literary ear, spelling, and penmanship (as well as the information contained in the texts used for copywork).

    I’ve no doubt that my high school French experience heavily influenced my choice of homeschooling curricula types.  Because of it, I applaud the memorization of facts, definitions, and basic concepts as a preliminary and prerequisite step to critical thinking, analysis, analogy, evaluation, and discussion.  And I strongly believe that writing and speaking accurately and clearly on a topic is the primary standard by which "higher" thinking can be judged at pre-college levels. That extends to all subjects:  language, mathematics, natural science, history, geography, politics.   So you could say I’m a natural fit for Classical Homeschooling.

    Tune in next time when I explain how my crusty high school geometry teacher influenced my philosophy of learning and probably helped turn me into a Catholic.


  • Damn! 17% Nestorianism! Where did I go wrong?!?

    Shrine of the Holy Whapping (scroll down to entries from Tuesday, January 10) points to the newest offering from Quizfarm:  Are You a Heretic?

    Some of those questions are tricky to figure out.  The commenters at SOTHW criticized some of the questions as, e.g., "Pelagian-bait."  All are framed as "Disagree/Agree" questions.  A sampler:

    • Jesus was not eternally pre-existent, he was rather a deified man
    • Jesus was raised from the dead and united with God as a reward for his obedience
    • Miracles show Jesus divinity. Hunger shows his humanity.
    • Jesus is God and man in one person

    I haven’t quite figured out exactly which answers give you a perfect score… which makes me, at worst, a material heretic.


  • Lots of good stuff…

    … over at Family Scholars Blog today.  Just keep scrolling… there’s plenty on the latest from Caitlin Flanagan about the sexualization of youth culture, child support, a fatwa claiming that nudity during intercourse invalidates a marriage (?!?), and the compatibility of planning to be a SAHM with economic "back up plans" in case of divorce. 

    As always, it’s worth it to read the comments on the posts.


  • Iron tonic.

    Okay, I admit it… the reason blogging has been light is that I’m throwing up, sleeping, and throwing up again.  In other words, I’m about eight weeks pregnant. 

    I’m happy, of course, but right now I’m also pretty frustrated.  There is an unbelievable amount of stuff that has to get done around here.  My Ideal To-Do List is about twenty lines long.  My Real To-Do List is as follows:

    • Get dressed
    • Feed children
    • Do math or reading
    • Feed children again
    • Take nap while children dump toys on floor and watch DVDs they got for Christmas that I haven’t had time to screen yet (please, someone tell me that Madagascar is not too objectionable, because they’ve already watched it four times and I haven’t seen it yet)
    • Possibly make dinner

    That’s all that happened today.  Laundry?  Nope.  Clean up after breakfast or lunch?  Nope.  Schoowork prep?  Nope.  Packing any boxes (supposedly we’re moving on Saturday)?  Nope.  Blogging?  Okay, one entry (other than this one), made while we ate breakfast. 

    I did do one other thing today.  Yesterday at Melissa’s, after I woke up from an impromptu nap taken while everyone else was making lunch and serving it to the nine (hold on — gotta count — yep, nine) children, Melissa and Hannah gently suggested that perhaps I might consider brewing up some iron tonic, and Deanna asked me if I was taking my vitamins (um, yes, I’ve taken them.  Some of them anyway). 

    Sooooo, properly chastened, I stopped at the co-op on the way home from Melissa’s and bought a couple ounces each of dandelion root and yellowdock, and a bottle of blackstrap molasses.  At home I dropped half an ounce of each into a single quart jar, filled it to the top with boiling water, capped it, and let it sit on the counter overnight.

    This morning I strained the deep-amber infusion into a saucepan and boiled it away until only a cup was left.  That went back into the quart jar, where I added half a cup of molasses to make a thin brown syrup.  That’s it:  iron tonic.  Take one or two tablespoons a day.

    I’m having some now.  If you like the taste of molasses, it’s not bad.  I stirred a tablespoon into a cup of hot water and am drinking it like tea. 

    We’ll see if I have any more energy in a couple of days.  If not, I swear, I am going to start chugging Red Bull for breakfast.


  • Armaments.

    Oscar, jumping on the bed and waving a wooden sword:  My sword is the strongest sword in the world!  It can cut anything!

    Mark (who made the sword in his workshop for Oscar’s fifth birthday last summer):  Aha!   Must be the superior craftsmanship!

    Oscar:  No!  It is because it is made out of everything in the world!  Meat, and raisins, and it is covered in metal!


  • The first encyclical is coming.

    Any day now, Pope Benedict XVI’s first encyclical will be released.  As you can imagine, the Catholic blogosphere is abuzz.  I have only read two of Ratzinger’s works, but I was very impressed with what I read:  he’s clearly a brilliant man.  His writings struck me as startlingly fresh.  It makes me wish I could read German!

    Anyway, the encyclical is reportedly entitled Deus Caritas Est (God is Love). Cardinal George, Archbishop of Chicago, has commented publicly on the content.  The headline in the Chicago Sun-Times is Pope on divine love vs. erotic love, but it appears that the "versus" is inappropriate:

    Pope Benedict XVI may try to "save eros," in the first encyclical of his papacy, Chicago’s Cardinal Francis George told the Chicago Sun-Times.

    George expects the new pope will try to explain that erotic love, eros, and unconditional love, agape, are both inherently good in God’s eyes in his encyclical titled "Deus, Caritas Est," Latin for "God is Love."

    It’s not quite the same tactic as in the Theology of the Body — in which John Paul II showed that marital love images the being of God — but it’s very related, and exciting.

    Matthew at Shrine of the Holy Whapping has some wonderful commentary.  Click here and scroll down to Thursday, January 5, under the heading "Thoughts on the Forthcoming Encyclical."  Look for the big pic of Papa Ratzi at the top.

    JP II’s work was more focused on the inner life of the Trinity, and how marital love images God’s being; it sounds like Benedict will be focusing instead on how eros fits into our relationship with Christ. I imagine he will also draw on his vast knowledge of Patristic theology (so rich with its exploration and definition of the person of Christ) and liturgy, and perhaps even make the point that liturgy is marital and marriage is liturgical, as the Byzantine priest Fr. Thomas Loya would put it.

    The subject fits perfectly into Benedict’s great love of liturgical spirituality. We live in an essentially disembodied and gnostic age. Despite our prurient fascination with other people’s bodies, we really don’t understand them, and are even a little bit prudish–witness the inevitable sniggering when schoolkids pass a naked statue in an art museum. The naked body has become solely associated with illicit lust, rather than God-given beauty. Couple this with our modern sense of Cartesian dualism–that we are only our consciousness, and the body really doesn’t matter that much, hence I can do with it what I like–and you get a distrust of the physical, the corporeal, and a fashionable postmodern gnosticism. We treat our bodies with respect because they are the work of God, and God knows things are important–flesh, blood, water, wine, bread, incense, and the bones of the martyrs.

    Read the whole thing.  Will we get it today, to celebrate Epiphany?


  • Tables and flash cards.

    Mark took the kids to a local outfitter to get a ski helmet for Oscar, and I’m at home pleasantly working on some fairly mindless prep work for school.  It feels good to be at the computer again.

    Tonight’s task was to make and print a set of flash cards with the addition and subtraction math facts through 9 + 9.  I was planning on doing them through 12 + 12 but — you know what?  Anything after 9 + 9 isn’t actually a math fact, even though most sets of flash cards you buy go up through the twelves.  And anyway, I ran out of card stock.

    I decided to make my own because most of the ones that you can purchase are either glossy with silly pictures on them, or they’re classroom-sized.  I wanted some that are sized for my five-year-old’s hands.  So I print them on business card stock, ten to a letter-sized page.  I’ll have them laminated before we start using them.

    After I got those printed, I decided to go ahead and write the multiplication tables too.  I discovered that if I don’t pay attention, I write things like "4 x 0 = 4."

    Why am I doing flash cards all of a sudden?  Well, on our long drive to Ohio for Christmas, Oscar suddenly piped up from the back seat, Two and eight are ten.  And three and seven are ten.  And four and six are ten, too.  It sounds like he’s figured out the whole addition thing.  I conclude from this that he’s ready to start working on math facts.  I’m not sure yet how we’re going to use them — I’ll figure that out after I present them to him.

    We use the Saxon Math 1 curriculum, which is easy to follow, and it just so happens that we’re already up to the spot where Saxon introduces fact cards.  They introduce them in a bizarre order, though.  For some reason Saxon wants you to do "doubles" first: 

    • 0 + 0  = 0
    • 1 + 1 = 2
    • 2 + 2 = 4, and so on. 

    I don’t get it — it seems like a better idea to do all the +0’s first, then all the +1’s, and so on, so that the progressions from one operation to the next (where by "operation," I mean something like "add two" or "subtract three") are thrown into relief:

    • 0 + 0 = 0
    • 1 + 0 = 1
    • 2 + 0 = 2, and so on.

    Even better, I think, would be to teach the commutations and the inverses together, so that (for example) you closely associate a group of four equations like this:

    • 2 + 1 = 3
    • 1 + 2 = 3
    • 3 – 1 = 2
    • 3 – 2 = 1.   

    All four equations, after all, are illustrations of the same "fact":  A set of three items can be separated into a set of two and a set of one.

    But it might be better just to teach the progressions, and later on point out the groups of commutations and inverses.   Overlaying one pattern on top of another, letting the child decide how best to remember the facts.

    Take your pick.  Divide it up by progressions of operations, and you get forty sets of ten facts each.  Divide it up by commutation/inverse groups, and you get one hundred sets of four facts each. 

    I’ll let you know what I decide to do.   Maybe I’ll mix it up a little. 


  • Argh.

    I had to drive about half an hour from my in-laws’ place to find a cafe (a Panera) with free wireless internet access.  Now that I’m here, Earthlink is apparently down and I can’t check my e-mail.

    Oh well, the sourdough bread is good.  Off to Borders to spend my gift certificates!  And a merry Christmas (yup, it’s still Christmas) and a happy new year to all.


  • “I suspect the desire to control things without conforming to the facts is at the root of all irrationality.”

    That comment posted by Joe K. in response to this great post by J. D. at Math And Text.  J. D. writes:

    [C]ontrol, in education, is almost always placed before truth, no matter what good comes out of the system. Withholding or curtailing the truth and nothing but the truth is a time-honored strategy of gaining control and power across history and across the globe.

    Am I being hyperbolic? Here is a ridiculously mundane example:

    About a year or so before my line segment battle, I was riding the train home from Boston (on the Newburyport line–last stop). Across from me I watched and listened to a man and his young daughter (about 6 years old, I would say). The daughter asked incessantly about the bathroom on the train. The father insisted over and over that there was no bathroom on the train and that she would just have to wait. Not having children at the time, I made what seemed like a ridiculous gesture. I leaned in and told the father that there was indeed a bathroom on the train and that it was in the front car. He whispered, "I know."

    Control. If you’re a parent, it can be adopting ridiculous positions that are essentially lies in order to gain the upper hand. If you’re a teacher, an administrator, a student, it doesn’t matter. Control.

    This really hit home.  Come on, parents — isn’t the temptation huge, sometimes, to out-and-out lie to your kids so that (a) they’ll obey you (b) they’ll stop bothering you about whatever it is (c) they’ll stop asking questions….  you name it?

    I’m guilty of the following lies:

    • "No, you can’t have another one.  There aren’t any more left."
    • "I don’t know."  OR "No reason."
    • "I am going to sweep the floor in five minutes and if there are any toys left on the floor I am going to sweep them right into the dustpan and they will go in the trash."  [N.B.  This is usually true of some of the toys, but not all.  I guess I’m only lying about being non-discriminatory.]

    I’ m sure I could come up with more.  And of course this Christmas season, who can forget the power of Santa?  (We don’t do Santa.  Never have, never will.)  My mom loved the ability to make kindergarteners in her classroom behave by invoking Santa; she told them she had his home phone number.

    Good post.  I hope that commenter Joe’s astute observation stays in my mind and helps me be tempted less often.