Tapping into Pleasure

Look what I bought yesterday…

Tap Shoes!

Tap Shoes!

Yep, I bought some sneaker-type Capezio tap shoes. Got them on a clearance special from Dancecraft.

Aren’t they cool? Plus, the added bonus of being easy on my wide, high-arched feet. I might even be able to put my orthotics into them. Frankly, I’m not sure if that last sentence makes me happy or sad.

Anyway, I enjoyed the 5 beginner tap classes I did in the summer so much I’ve signed up for a long haul adult beginner class with Classic Steps Stage Productions. (I would provide the link but it seems to be down. If you’re interested in signing up for some adult tap classes in Delta, leave me a comment.)

My first class was last night. It’s a lot of fun, but about 45 minutes in, my brain is full. It’s going to take some time and practice to build that tap dance neural net I guess. My affirmations during the next little while will be: My brain is plastic. My brain is plastic. My brain is plastic.

The teacher is great because (I’m finding her approach similar to JUMP Math actually) when a student (read: me) is confused, she breaks the steps down into the absolutely smallest increments. She believes you can always make it simpler. We beginners have trouble chunking 5 steps together, while the students that have been doing it for even just a little bit longer than us, move more quickly along that path.

It’s the first dancing I’ve ever done, where you learn a dance step more by how it sounds, than by how it looks — it’s very auditory instead of spatial.

I’ve become interested in the idea that I will practice the things that are fun rather than the things that I believe are good for me. So, I’m trying to find the ways in which I WANT to move rather than just guilting myself into lifting weights at the gym.

So, tell me, how do you combine enjoyment with that yucky word ‘fitness’?

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Nut-Free Zone

Be warned. This is an R-rated post. Mom, you can just avert your eyes, or have Sarah read you the funny bits.

Nut-Free Zone

Nut-Free Zone

As I was getting a coffee at the public market I noticed a vendor selling nuts and chocolate. At his stand he had a sign that read “Better than sex“. Somehow there must be a joke in there about sex being better with nuts, but the sign wasn’t helping because it said “Better THAN sex” not “Better WITH sex.” And suddenly I was reminded of the best unintended meaning ever…

Once upon a time on mountaintop in a land far, far away, known to its subjects as Burnaby, there was a school of higher learning nestled among the clouds. A young and earnest student was taking her requisite Psychology 101 course and was searching for a topic for her term paper. The professor, tired of talking to earnest young first years who knew nothing about psychology said, “Why don’t you do a paper on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?”

“Okay!” The bright young thing said, and set about doing some earnest research on her sure-to-be brilliant paper.

She spent hour upon hour sprawled in the stacks scanning learned books and journals for information on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (or OCD–see? all that research is already paying off). And in one glorious moment, all her hard work was rewarded with the following case study. (I hope memory serves for some of the finer details.)

A woman and her boyfriend had attempted to have sex for the first time. She, being of a religious background that looked unfavourably on pre-marital sex, apparently had some mixed feelings about this, because in what should have been the heat of passion, she started obsessively and compulsively quoting random pieces of prayers. Not exactly a mood-setter. After several unsuccessful, but piecemeal prayer-filled attempts, the couple sought professional help. The therapist, in the course of their discussion, learned that the woman liked macadamia nuts. So his suggested course of action was for her to (excuse me, this is where I compulsively start snickering) eat macadamia nuts while they were having, or at least attempting to have, sex. The rationale of the therapist for this method was twofold: first for the woman to distract herself, and second, for her to start creating a pleasure association with sex rather than a shame association.

And lo, and behold, his seemingly crackpot method worked, for, as the journal observed in the BEST unintended meaning of all time…

as sex became pleasurable for them both, the nuts were no longer needed.

Really?

It was the first and last time that earnest, young student ever defaced a library book. She underlined the passage and added a ?! in the margin. How could she not? I defy you to do any different. I hope she was not the first and last student to take pleasure in that mother of a proofreading gaffe.

The earnest, young student got a B+ on her paper and still can’t eat a macadamia nut without giggling.

Judging by the case studies though, it could be a lot worse.

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In which Georgia lets me down

Yesterday, this was what Georgia Nicols told me the universe had in store for me:

Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20)

People will view you with admiration today. Some aspects of your life are suddenly more public, and they throw you in a more attractive light. Quite likely, your kind, gentle nature is apparent to authority figures, or the general public. That’s OK. The Dalai Lama said kindness is the most important thing.

Despite this most fortuitous of astrological readings, I did NOT win Best Supporting Actress in a Musical or Pantomime at the Community Theatre Awards last night. I concede that perhaps my kind and gentle nature wasn’t exactly what was being voted on, but still.

Georgia! You have to work with me! You led me down the garden path and what was there. BUPKUS!

Now I will summon that same kind and gentle nature to also concede that the winner is a very nice person, and very talented, and did a great job on the role for which she won. All true.

And yet…

I am reminded of a time when I was doing an acting course and the whole dynamic became very difficult. There were too many people enrolled in the course, making the parts very small. So, people started to wonder (rightly so) why they had paid good money to get a two-line role. How much were they really going to learn? It got so poisoned that the students had to meet with the teachers and air their grievances. One of the students (who actually went on to be very famous, she has her own entries in Go Fug Yourself and can be seen regularly in People and on ET) made the point that yes, she was happy to try to be understanding and part of the team and ALL of that, but at some point there’s a voice inside you that rears up and says (use a troll-like, angry, deep, throaty bass) “WHAT ABOUT ME??

So, every once in a while, (although I’m honoured to have been nominated, think the person that won deserved to win, and I don’t perform to get awards but because I like doing it) I have a WHAT ABOUT ME?? moment.

And this is one of those moments. I promise it will be short-lived.

First my weird hair, now defeat at the podium. I’m all flyaways and frizziness.

Frizz–it’s really a lifestyle choice.

Sympathy? Anyone? Anyone?

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Jump! JUMP for the Math!

For the last 3 days I have watched in growing astonishment as my LD, ADHD, Aspergers daughter has completed multiple pages of…wait for it…MATH WORKSHEETS–fractions no less–with focus, attention and understanding. The work has been tidy and she’s completed it with only token complaining. In 3 sheets of 12 questions per sheet where she has to change both sides of the equation to have the same denominator she made 3 mistakes total.

This is JUMP Math. Jump stands for Junior Undiscovered Math Prodigies.

I discovered this program rather circuitously. Just over a year ago, I saw the play Half Life by John Mighton at the Arts Club’s Stanley Industrial Alliance stage. I just loved it. It was so beautifully staged and intelligently written. I had been expecting that it would be overly sentimental and perhaps a bit emotionally manipulative seeing as it was a love story set in an old folks’ home, but it was not. I, the Pisces, did not cry, which should tell you something.

Anyway, John Mighton is really the point here. I had only partially taken note of the fact that not only is he a governor-general award-winning playwright, he also has a PhD in Mathematics (AND he had a small role in the movie Good Will Hunting). Not your typical set of credentials. A few months later (Saturday, June 9, 2007 to be exact) there was an article in the Vancouver Sun (page C8) about a math program called JUMP that John Mighton had developed. His name jumped out at me (ha!) and I read the article. The program sounded exciting. He was talking about taking the competitiveness out of math learning. Let me quote:

In his new book, The End of Ignorance: Mutiplying Our Human Potential, Mighton, 49 claims that school children are segmented too early in their education. This is especially true in math, which Mighton says, separates children like no other subject. Children good at math, the ones at the top of the hierarchy, receive praise and attention. Children ranked at the bottom are written off.

I took the information to the school, but couldn’t seem to get anyone too interested. So, having bigger fish to fry at the time, I Ieft it. I shouldn’t have.

Fast forward (no, not Fast ForWord) to a couple of months ago, and I noticed a book on the shelf at Chapters and again the name of John Mighton leaped (somebody stop me!) out at me. The book was “The Myth of Ability.” I bought it, I read it and got so excited about his ideas that the next day I ordered Workbooks for grade 3 to 6 at anansi.ca. (Do a search on John Mighton once at the site to find his books.)

His basic premise is that we have come to believe that people have innate talents at things. If that talent isn’t exhibited immediately, we (and those teaching us) believe we can never be good at it. And this is ultimately defeating. Because the reality is that we get good at the things at which we practice. Here’s one of the most compelling metaphors he draws:

Some small event in early childhood or at school might start an avalanche of learning in one child but not another. The fact that an avalanche occurs on one mountain and not another does not imply anything interesting about mountains. It does not prove that one mountain is more prone to avalanches or that an avalanche could never be started.

His math program assumes that everyone can learn math. It breaks everything down into the absolutely smallest steps possible. For instance, when learning to add fractions that have the different denominators, the process is broken down into five steps and these five steps are practiced individually before trying to do them all at once. So, on the first exercise, all the student has to do is write the multiplication sign beside the fractions. The next exercise the student writes the number that they are going to multiply each side by (easy to find by using the number of the denominator on the opposite side). The next exercise they merely draw the lines that separate fractions (does that line have a name?) and the plus and equal sign (in preparation to change the fraction). Then they change the fraction. Then they add them together. Only after they’ve mastered each step do they get a chance to practice doing all five steps at once.

As we started the program, it was all going swimmingly, and then came the moment I dreaded, the moment when I would have to explain why we have to change the denominators to be the same number. I got the twitching, I got the yawning. I tried about three different ways to explain it. Finally, I said “We can’t add up the slices of the pie until all the slices are the same size.” I demonstrated and asked her to tell me now that the slices were the same size how many are shaded, and I suddenly I saw the light go on in her eyes.

OHHHHH! I get it!

She went ahead and did the whole worksheet, without another word, except to say “Wow, I’m getting it. Maybe I’m getting good at math.” She even did multiple steps at once.

I almost cried.

Calvin, on the other hand, when I misunderstood the worksheet and tried to get him to do two steps at once, freaked out and froze up. “I don’t get it.” Then I realized my mistake and told him just to put the multiplication sign beside the numbers. He did it in 30 seconds. He’s still got some attitude and twitchiness when it comes to doing the math. I’m not sure why. It’s maybe because his fine motor skills are so poor that it takes all his mental energy to put stuff down on paper. Maybe he’s used to doing it in his head and can’t understand it on paper. Maybe he got stressed that Emma got it before he did. I don’t know. I’m trying SOOO hard to be patient and ignore the twitchiness, praise the moments when he focuses. I’m sure it’s going to be like Block Commander in Fast ForWord which he struggled with staying at 13% completion for about 3 weeks. Then he went up 2%, then another 10%, then 30%. His graph became like a straight vertical line. I’m sure the same thing will happen here. I just have to persevere and be patient, yet consistent while he tests me. Right? Somebody tell me I’m right about this.

I do wonder how much is the excellence of the math program and how much is a brain that’s firing better because of 50 sessions of Fast ForWord. Either way, I’ll take it.

So, I’m sure you’re all excited to go check it out. Start by going to Jumpmath.org and downloading the fractions unit (which is free). It’s now called The Introductory Unit. I know, you’re thinking “I can’t START with fractions” but as he explains (you’ll see) fractions are a great way to break through the “I can’t do math” wall and once you’ve got motivation, well the sky is the limit.

Go! Go! Click around. There’s so much information and just plain old STUFF you can get. I mean a workbook for $10?! Cheap like borscht! What are you waiting for?

And even if you don’t have kids that need to learn to add fractions, you should get at least one of his books, just for the slap upside the head change it will make in how you look at the world.

Any other JUMP Math users out there? Please share your experience! There are parents and educators that need to know.

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What’s that word I’m looking for? Oh yeah…

As I’m getting ready for work today, Griffin stops by, apparently to appraise how well I’ve put myself together. This is his take:

Mom, your hair looks…(pause while he appears to search for the right word)…weird.

Excellent, because that’s the look I was going for. It is after all, Weird Hair Thursday isn’t it? 

Isn’t it?

Well, it is from now on. 

Who’s with me?

Anyone? Anyone?

Come on, don’t let me be all alone with my weird hair.

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What kind of a dog do you think I am?

I took the four-year-old child and the two-year-old dog to the park today. I think my dog isn’t getting out enough, because I swear to you, this is what my dog communicated non-verbally both times a dog came over to greet her.

Oooh, look another dog! Another DOG! I had no idea there were others. Awesome! I’m just…I’m positively giddy!! Yes, let’s touch noses. Hey!!!! What the heck are you DOING!? That’s my BUTT for goodness sake! No! I said NO! BAD DOG! I’ve got a face you know! Alright, just move along there pal. I don’t know what kind of dog you’re used to packing with, but let me tell you I am NOT that kind of dog! (Pause as the other dog shakes his head in disbelief and moves on) No, wait, come back. Please.  *Sad little whimper*

I mean really, have you ever heard of such a thing? I thought the whole butt-sniffing thing was a canine instinct. Is she perhaps evolving? Am I going to have to add grey poupon to her dog food?

Interestingly, the anal glands are what’s involved in the whole butt-sniffing thing. If you recall back to this post, wherein said dog had an anal gland infection, do you think it’s possible there’s a connection between the anal gland infection and an unwillingness to participate in the whole butt-sniffing exercise?

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Summer Accomplishments

My sister wrote a lovely, humourous, and thought-provoking post on the bittersweet ending of summer. And that made me want to write my own list. (But go view hers first) 

This summer we accomplished:

1) Our first bona fide vacation with the whole family. And Disneyland is still standing. I’m sure that earthquake was just the universe shaking its head in disbelief.

2) The kids did Fast ForWord. They each did about 50 sessions. Emma finished 98% of Language and 50% of Language to Reading. Calvin got through 86% of Language. Way to go! That took commitment.

3) Calvin is now into the fourth book of the Harry Potter series and Emma (mostly due to the peer pressure of having her younger brother out-read her) is into Chapter 5 of the first book. Reading! Man, it is so much easier to parent when your kids WANT to do something.

4) Emma auditioned for the local community panto. She wanted to. I helped her choose and learn a song. I helped her choose her outfit and drove her to the audition. But she did it all on her own. We’ll find out in a few days if she got in.

5) Calvin and Emma did one week of daycamp which involved a lot of field trips. They had a good time and seemed to make friends, so big points to them (Emma especially).

6) Emma and Calvin gained a bit of independence this summer by being able to go some places on their own. That was HUGE for them, and for me seeing as I’ve been a bit of an overprotective mother. They survived, so did I. Although I did have to explain to them why they saw me in the car as they were walking to their movie.

7) We’ve just started the JUMP program for math (but as it’s still summer vacation it counts). More about this later. Suffice to say it is GREAT and I think it’s going to CHANGE the way my kids view math.

Off to a new season.

Update: Well, in response to Ms. Mahoney’s musing that I only accomplished 7 things to her 10, I felt it incumbent upon me to add to the list:

8 ) Took a tap dance class. Yes, I now know how to shuffle, flap, and do a cramp roll.

9) Re-read the entire Harry Potter series.

10) Weed-whacked half the back yard. I got sore wrists and was unable to continue.

I can’t match Ms. Mahoney’s 86 beer however.

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A little housekeeping

Just wanted to let y’all know that I spent some (read: way too much) time doing a little tinkering on the website today. So, if you’re on subscription, do stop by the actual site and check out the newly updated sidebar and About page. And if you’re here, well, you can just look for yourself. I even figured out FINALLY how to add a countdown widget which I’m way too excited about.

Still can’t quite figure out the whole RSS deal, but whatever. Another day.

Come on, shower me with praise.

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Ode to Light

Read the previous entry and then watch this. It will all make sense. 

 

 

I feel better already.

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Let there be light

So, Griffin has a new phase.

I’m calling it the “Let there be light” phase.

He walks around the entire 2200 sq. foot house and turns on EVERY SINGLE LIGHT.

Kitchen, dining room, living room, bedrooms, bathrooms, hallways, porch, office, laundry room. All on. He would turn on the flashlights too, if there were any that he hadn’t already broken.

To make it worse, he gets really angry if you start turning them off. My explanations about it being the middle of the day holds no water. The argument that this is costing us money doesn’t shock him. So, I’m left with the “Because I said so!” approach.

Yes, he lights up my life. And also the frustration centres in my brain.

Any bright ideas? Illuminating thoughts? Light bulbs of inspired parenting moments to share?

Switch ’em on.

I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself.

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