neversremedy8: (Too Much Style For Her Own Good)
[WARNING: Formatting may have gone out the window after posting here. Indentations were all proper in rtf file.]

How to Write an Outline

Writing an outline can help you plan what you want to say in a report, essay, or in structuring an argument. A traditional method for keeping track of threads of thought is to establish main ideas and then expanding on them in details using the following pattern of roman numerals, letters of the alphabet, and modern numerals: I., A., 1., a., i.

Most ideas that you want to organize into an outline for formal writing should not need to go beyond the lower case Roman numeral; if you find yourself needing to go further in depth on a subject, then you repeat the series indenting your connecting thoughts further at each level. To see the structure of an outline, indentation, and how they can be used, see the example.

Example:

Kelly's "Shoes"

I. Happy birthday twins!
A. Brother "Dick"
1. A computer
2. and a car
3. Thanks mom and dad
B. Kelly
1. A giant stuffed animal
a. What the hell?
b. What did you expect? Con-dams?
c. Nice present, Kelly.
i. Shut up, Dick.
ii. Skank.
iii. I'm gonna bitch slap you, shit bag.
C. Thoughts
1. Kelly: Shoes
2. Dick: Playstation
3. Dad: Fiscal responsibility
4. Mom: Tom Skeritt
 
II. Kelly where are you going?
A. Out
1. What are you going to do with your life?
2. I'm gonna get what I want
B. Shoes
1. Oh my god
2. Let's get some shoes
a. let's get some shoes
b. let's party
3. These shoes:
a. rule
b. suck
c. are $300
d. are 300 fucking dollars
i. let's get 'em
4. I think you have too many shoes
a. shut up
b. stupid boy
5. these shoes aren't going to fit
a. your feet are kinda big
b. oh
i. by the way, bitch
ii. fuck you
iii. those shoes are (fucking) mine bitch
iv. bitch

Reminiscing

Aug. 6th, 2011 12:07 am
neversremedy8: (Mama Kitty)
Ana and I ended up in a conversation where I started to tell her stories of her early years, and it occurred to me after the fact that I was beginning to give her the stories she would later grow up with and tell others.

We had been watching Cotton roll around in delight because a couple of his toys were near one another, and I'd noticed for a couple of months now, his habit of dragging his toys into one place so he can hold onto and play with all of them at once. I mentioned that it reminded me of Ana as a toddler.

ME: You used to throw all your toys down on the floor, put them in piles, and lay on them, no matter how hard or sharp or pointy.
ANA: Yeah, they were comfortable.
ME: That's how I knew I definitely had a dragon, it's dragon-like behavior to horde your treasures and lay on them. You used to hide your toys in cabinets around the house, and at various times of the day, you'd pull all of them out at once, scoop them into piles, and lay on them!
[Ana laughed and seemed to recall it.]
ANA: I still do that sometimes.
ME: Do you remember that as a toddler you also ran your own daycare?
ANA: No.
ME: You did. You would take out all your dolls and you'd lay them on their tummies on receiving blankets. Then you'd lay baby blankets over them and pat each of them on their backs to comfort them for their naps.
ANA: I don't remember that.
ME: Well, you had your own preschool as a toddler, and you made sure every doll had a good nap.

Recently, we went through a box of memorabilia mostly related to my Grandpa Vin and Uncle Buzz. We went through Buzz's year book from high school and found pages and pages of him in there; he was incredibly popular. Not one person made a generic comment; many of them went on and on about how wonderful he was and how fortunate they were to have known him. He was voted as the senior male student with the greatest amount of school spirit, which surprised me that he wasn't the one voted most popular.

What I kept noticing, though, was not so much about him, but about people in general. There were still signs of a different social structure than we have today, certain social boundaries still being kept up and silent agreements about how people treated one another in a given way, but despite all their seeming intelligence and adherence to certain codes of ethics and behavior, most of them had as much trouble differentiating between "your" and "you're." I wasn't sure whether to feel disheartened or to think that maybe certain things hadn't become as awful linguistically as I once thought. Then again, I realized these are the parents of people who would later raise the current youth, a great many of whom have trouble differentiating between "your," "you're," and "ur" on formal papers.

But I digress . . .

The stories I'm telling Ana now are overdue. There are things that I have taken for granted in my life: my ability to parse out what people mean to say from their actual words, a trait I think I picked up in part due to my many bouts of temporary hearing loss from multiple ear infections. I also take for granted my role as parent, and assume that Ana should understand things through osmosis, she was, after all, inside me for nine months . . . shouldn't she have already gained all the knowledge previously learned up to that point? I take for granted my linguistic capabilities to breakdown unfamiliar words in English and in languages that use a Roman alphabet, and glean information about the meaning of those words, often enough so that I can understand the gist of a completely foreign statement. I take for granted that Ana should, after years of educational neglect on my part (even to this day), be able to comprehend the basics of what she reads, analyze it, and draw upon elven years worth of foundational knowledge--a foundation I did not truly help build and is quite obviously unstable.

I keep hoping that it's not too late; I also keep hoping that I'll somehow remember on a daily basis what I must do each day to support her education, not just academically, but on all levels and in all aspects of her life. It's very hard for me to stay consistent, to be proactive on a regular basis, to make the priorities in my mind, priorities on my daily schedule. Story telling is not ritual in our house as I believe it ought to be; many of Ana's communication difficulties might never have been had I made two very different choices in my early years as a parent: 1) controlling my temper and creating a different environment in which she could develop her voice, and 2) reading, singing, and telling stories more than I did.

In truth, I shirked my storytelling responsibilities; I did not make them a daily priority, I did not sing much for the first few years of her life, even though I wanted to, and I didn't sit down with her each day to guide her through the challenges of basic motor skills, behavior, communication, and life skills. These are failures in my parenting, flaws I'm still struggling with. Lately, homeschooling her has become a lesson for me in what mistakes I've made, and finding ways to solve them. The hardest part for me is still to be hands-on, to move away from my own inner world, my internet life, my writing, my hang ups, my own inner drama, and sit down for an hour or two each day and say, "here's what we're going to work on until I help you make sense of it."

Because I wasn't consistent with these things from day one, she's resistant to it. Add the early signs of puberty, and her resistance is greater. These are my challenges, the majority of their cause being my own failure to do the very basics of what was necessary to help her live up to her potential up to this point. In tiny ways I'm getting better. I see myself becoming more consistent in other ways, with my health, with maintaining the house, and with working toward a routine in my career goals. Now I must translate these forms of personal responsibility into meaningful work to do with Ana to meet my parental responsibility.

Ana reads constantly, and yet, I find that she does not read well. She may slide through a book and get some pleasure from it, but there are large gaps in her comprehension. This is known as functional illiteracy. A lot of this has to do with a combination of laziness (if it takes effort, she doesn't want to do it, no matter how great her original interest, e.g. robotics) and a fear of asking for help. My frustration with the former contributes to the sources of the latter. I don't abide laziness, lies, or stupidity (which I define as a choice to remain ignorant, where as ignorance can be cured with a desire to learn and gain knowledge), and all of these behaviors are rampant in the person most important to me in this world. All of these behaviors are in large part due to my own past actions and choices.

I continue to try to find ways to redirect her energy, to learn how to parent better, and to push myself to do what I know is necessary to implement the methods I feel will best support us as mother/teacher-child/student. When I realized tonight that lately I had been reminiscing with Ana about her early years, I believe it is a sign that I am beginning to better understand my role in her life and am becoming more active in making positive changes to guide her. I also believe that reminiscing together is an act of healing, one which is helping bring clarity to what is most needful and how to achieve the goals we set forth together.
neversremedy8: (A Little Help?)
As many already know, Ana has signed up for Farm Camp this summer. It will be the first time we'll be apart for a whole week, but it's a camp I'd love to attend and Ana gasped when she found out it existed (and near to our home).

We placed a deposit back in early spring and applied for a scholarship. However, because of little to no financial support, we still have a very large sum to pay. On top of this, the list of required supplies is overwhelming. I've managed to work it down to three lists to help me take it all in and avoid panic. I'm working on earning the money through article writing to pay the fee, but it'll be hard for me to provide everything else she'll need.

The camp has offered to help with supplies wherever possible, but we are asking here for consideration from friends and family on making sure that Ana can attend a camp she's extremely excited about. Her birthday is coming up, so if you're willing and able to purchase something for her, check out the "stuff we need help supplying, but don't want to borrow" list. It's stuff we don't want to borrow primarily because of hygiene issues, although some of the items could be second hand (not the underwear or socks). Also, we welcome any offers to borrow items on the "stuff we need to borrow list." These lists are summaries of what was given to us in greater detail (about five pages!) including notes I took from their recommendations.


Stuff we need to BORROW
small metal camping pot & cup*
sleeping bag w/ sack*
closed cell foam sleeping pad (pref. sq. fold-up, but roll-up ok)*
swiss army knife w/ spoon (also look for Frost Mora brand)
amber-colored uv protection sunglasses w/ strap (no nose rests)
thin leather gloves (tools and warmth)
sun hat with full brim
medium-gauge rain suit (jacket + pants)
pair of water shoes
rubber boots


Stuff we need help SUPPLYING
3 pairs long pants: 1. sturdy, comfie jeans; 2. thin khaki pants; 3. fleece sweatpants**
synthetic long underwear or comfie leggings
2 long-sleeve undershirts: 1. cheap synthetic "body glove"; 2. comfy cotton**
2 outer tops good in cold/wet weather: 1. button-down wool shirt; 2. fleece jacket/pullover**
6 pairs of underwear
6pairs of comfortable socks
2 pairs of wool/insulated socks req'd



*I have just put feelers out for these camping items on Freecycle in our area, but that's often hit or miss.
**These we might be able to find at Value Village or a similar second hand store or are willing to borrow from friends who don't mind such clothes getting dirty; she'll be on a farm, so anything loaned might suffer a little rough and tumble.

If you can help, please let us know right away so I can assess how much I have left to scrounge. If not, thanks for reading. ^_^

UPDATE: Thanks [livejournal.com profile] lyonesse, [livejournal.com profile] aine_willows, and [livejournal.com profile] betsycontent for sending the items now crossed out above.
neversremedy8: (Solidarity)


I'm so proud of all the hard work my friends did on this video, and the partnership we created as a class with the Senior Center last quarter. We're still working on a methods book that highlights our activities; if we're able to get it published, proceeds will go back to the Center.

Also, I'm fairly certain (waiting for confirmation) that the group photo at 2:06 was the one Ana took on Jennie's camera. ^_^ There are a few sad parts for me to look at that image. One of the gentlemen featured died shortly after it was taken, and the senior who partnered with my friend and me wasn't able to be there that day.
neversremedy8: (Soap Box)
I'm sure by now, many of you have already seen the horrified conservative mother who was brought to tears thinking about the President giving a speech to her children. There was a well-publicized outcry against having our children exposed to the President's "agenda" today in schools, but here's the text of what they were so afraid of, as well as the video:



There was nothing in there that smacked at all of politics. Not like, say, Reagan's speech. Obama's address was a call to be creative, work hard, and be open to asking questions and exploring one's world. Gee, gotta protect your children from that. ("You have to be carefully taught.")

Frankly, I'm with John Harwood:




One mother's permission slip:
"Despite the warnings of right-wing radio hosts, and fully cognizant that my daughter risks learning a lesson in civics, I, nonetheless, grant her permission to watch a televised address by the duly-elected leader of these United States, President Barack Obama, on the controversial subject of the importance of school."


What's all the fuss about?

And I'm not embarrassed to admit, I got a little teary-eyed listening to Obama's speech. What was more amazing? While Ana was listening to it, she said, "mhm" at several places, or said, "like me" at others. She was engaged, and she saw herself in his words. For the first time in my life, I want to write a letter to a president to honestly thank him for his words and efforts. Yeah, that good.
neversremedy8: (Mama Kitty)
I was just commenting to a [livejournal.com profile] naturalfamily user who'd asked about ways to stop wasting so much paper when her toddlers scribbled towards better artistic expression, and I thought I'd rather not forget some of the ideas I had while hammering out the comment (and other parents might be interested?):
For the art: Chalk boards (you can make your own with chalk board paint and plywood), white boards, a wall that can be repainted, paper that's going to be recycled/scratch paper, and magazine cut outs all can make for replacing the "good" paper being used for exploration. Since you're an artist, consider gathering found objects or upcycling and giving your kids a weekly art project where they can really explore (maybe give them one or two good pieces of paper for this), and then encouraging them to find other ways to draw/color might help.

I have boxes full of those pieces of art you're talking about, and sometimes it helped to just keep saying, "use the whole page, look at all that white space!" in an encouraging tone to get my daughter to spread out more and not waste as much. I also got her recycled sketch books, continue to keep discolored printer paper, any misprinted paper, and other scraps that would go straight into recycling. If they're at the "small scribble" stage, I'd say take scrap papers like the ones I've mentioned, cut them in quarters, and keep them for their smaller artwork. When you give them your time and better supplies for big projects, make those the ones you keep/display, and let the scraps be part of their journey. You may still have to keep a box or two of "art" for a while before you can recycle most of it.

Ooh! And don't forget you can teach them how to make paper using their old artwork and drawing on it again. Or ask them to help you make scrapbook paper from their old art, so it's not getting wasted.
neversremedy8: (In the Looking Glass)
It took me two and a half hours to open and close code the interview transcriptions from my conversations with my great aunt Alice. While I did it, I used my TA's suggestion of semantic fields to help me organize certain categories on which I wish to focus for my 5-8 page thesis/ethnography. My thesis paragraph and concept paragraph are both due on Friday. This procedure was totally worth it. No matter what thesis I choose (and I have not yet found the right words to frame my thesis), I have all of the data I need to back up the claims I might make. This is huge to me. I feel very reflective of my own values and views of myself in this light--like I'm more aware of why I have this view of myself that I'm not good at constructing sound arguments, and it stems from Rockie's constant demands to know where I came up with certain ideas, this need for me to always cite my sources, even in casual conversations. Now I have all of my sources cited for this paper, and all I need to do is construct an argument and fill in the pieces with the data I collected. I've never really felt I could do such a thing competently. Even my paper on Sunday, while I had reems of notes on my readings, didn't feel very sound, in part because I didn't give myself enough time to reflect.

Ana's teacher and I had our conference yesterday afternoon and discussed Ana's lack of reflection in her reading. I realized I did something similar, for although I can glean quite a bit of information from a reading, I don't usually dig very deeply into it. I've gotten by most of my life on being able to write bullshit and getting an A on it, because even my casual perusal was usually analytical enough for the average human. Now I have a chance to prove to myself that with a combination of passion, reflection, and serious delving into the data provided, I can create a valid, deep, structure argument. A sound one. Just this morning, I ran into Marco, one of the dads at Giddens and he mentioned needing to write today. I inquired into his project, and he said his "fall project" was looking at the food consumed during year 1 BC. I had a mock conversation with him in my head about how I'd never be able to handle writing non-fiction because I'm not good at backing up my arguments and I didn't want to publish three hundred pages of bullshit. At least with fiction, I can create a universe in which my arguments are always sound and everything works to my rules--and let's not forget the use of poetic language that is often found lacking in historical non-fiction. Anyway ...

I've been rather stressed... )

And the funniest part is, I now have the budding skills of an ethnographer and could print out all that I just wrote about my experiences today, open code each line, create semantic fields, and go back to close code everything in search of points to back up any themes I might wish to focus on. I could gain greater insight into my own views of self, health/sickness, values, and cultural beliefs. Ha! No matter the grades I get, this is the type of learning I was looking for when I returned to college. Gaining more of the skills I feel I need to be a whole, well-rounded human being. I could even manage to analyze my language for patterns in use and how they might connect to cultural contexts.

Oh, and did I mention that my attempts at begging worked? The prof for the BIO-ANTH 477 class, which requires a pre-req in BIO A 201, which I don't yet have, gave me the add codes anyway. I'll get to take a class on viewing human gender evolution in a variety of cultures. Yippee!

Also, yesterday, I sat down and brainstormed the ideas of what my values are for education on becoming a whole human being. I told Ana what I was about, and backed it up by saying, "and you know that these are my values, mommy doesn't actually possess all of these ... yet."

I began with the quote:
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

-Robert A. Heinlein
Emphasis mine for all things I have thus accomplished. I would add a few things to that (e.g. birth a baby), but the concept is what interested me most. That to be whole, one must have exposure to and experience in the basics of a broad range of topics. I told Ana I would type up my ideas later and formulate them into something more eloquent. I asked her if she'd like to read it when I was finished, and she nodded her head adamantly. (I know I did take a look at educational goals I would have for a school if I designed one, but they looked more at classes, and I realized that what I really should like at for my expectations of self, daughter, and future projects, is not a range of classes, but a range of values that could be achieved by a combination of classes, experiences, and other elements.)

At some point I also need to take another look at the recent death and death-related experiences I've had in the last year. I think Ana needs more coping skills offered to her as well, since her main one currently seems to be to ignore the world and plunge into computers and video games. But that's an entirely different post.

I'm out of time now. I need to go get Ana. With my short amount of time left, I could read more of the Hmong book, write up notes for the bio-med timeline I have due on Friday, or write notes for preparing my thesis. I think I've already ruled out reading, because I can do that any time. Note writing seems like a good idea, since I'm so clear and organized in my thoughts right now.

Whatever you take from this, please remember to always take breaks when you feel yourself overwhelmed. Real breaks aren't escapist, they are the exact opposite. Real breaks bring you back into your body and recenter your being on all levels. Find your path to achieving this when you need to. Love to all. Be well.
neversremedy8: (Too Fucking Busy)
Whale in the River Thames, reporters go cliche crazy!

Marriage = Wealth, and yet they do not tell you about the criteria for this study. Who did they study? What class were they in? How cooperative about money were they? They also don't talk about the why of it all, perhaps it's because, oh I don't know, they share expenses for the same living space, utilities, food, etc.? Might have something to do with it. Maybe they're also more likely to put away money together and thus have greater yields on their savings?

How to Wear a Toga. (Note: they mention that Romans may have worn tunics beneath the togas, rather than going bare-shouldered, much like a sari.)

How to Wear a Sari. I would love to do this, but the sari fabric is so expensive, and I don't have the proper skirt, shirt, or shoes for this, either. La.

How to Make and Use Henna at Home, which will come in handy now that I have a box of henna. Or rather, Ana has a box of henna I bought her for Yule.

How to Recycle Your Clothes, and look like a goof? Depends on how good your sewing/mending/patching skills are.

How to Reinforce Your Child's Learning. I'm doing some of this already, but it helps to have a few more ideas to aid me in the work.
neversremedy8: (Curiouser and Curiouser)
Alternative to Intelligent Design

Lions Rescue Beaten Girl (Looks like Gaia is tired of having young girls beaten.)

Meme )

-- all via [livejournal.com profile] jodawi (who was up way too late/early!)

Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence greet the brand new day
The sun is up the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything

Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes

Look around round
Look around round round
Look around

Dear Prudence let me see your smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see your smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile

Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence greet the brand new day
The sun is up the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

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