taxonomy of educational objectives*

dreadful mouthful, but i want to remember these lists:

domains of learning:

1. cognitive - information processing
2. affective - attitudes & feelings
3. psychomotor - duh

cognitive learning:

1. knowledge
2. comprehension & application
3. problem solving (analysis synthesis evaluation)

*taxonomy of educational objectives, handbook 1: cognitive domain (1956). benjamin s bloom (ed.). introduction & appendix.

entitlement error

it appears after an entire spring and summer thinking this is a baby squirrel that he is actually a chipmunk. zoology was never my strong suit.

the list

my favorite tech toys:

laptop

iPod touch

cellphone

dSLR

all adopted in the past ten years.

who would have thought?
what did i use before?

sick bay

the D70 is still in the workshop. iMiss.

china dolls - m yu / b kan (2007)

stereotype driven. flat. heavy handed. totally forgettable.

i must stop reading new authors just because they purport to break ground in asian american works. the only immigrant writer who has been an unmitigated joy to read is ha jin. read a free life (2007). he writes with a spare prose that teases suggests and slyly guides you, in much the same way the best chinese writers do. with the book's end you reluctantly end a parallel journey that has allowed you a glimpse into somebody's beautifully crafted world.

china dolls, on the other hand, evaporates from your head as you read it. this is arguably the worst book i have read this year. ugh.

pleasures

our family attends HOM's company picnic. it turns out to be a cheerful congenial and enjoyable afternoon of sports food and private jokes which we top off with a swing to the store and dinner out.

it's been a time. four differing sets of priorities make it simpler not to try too often for unity of purpose and action. this outing is a gift to remind us that the immutable ties that bind are not always burdensome.

dire straits

we are like mother hubbard's cupboard tonight. i resort to drinking chocolate milk for supper. in our family, milk is a garnish for the coffee or the cereal. when it becomes a meal the inventory has dipped to an underbelly sort of level.

weather update

high temperatures over the past three days: 94-98 F

some body some where missed the memo. it's fall, people. i want to unpack my jackets and feel some crispness in the air. perhaps plant some bulbs this year. grow my hair out into a sleek winter cap. catch the tail end of my children's childhoods. have a final thanksgiving with our entire family here.

we are officially two days into our fifth autumn in the u.s., sixth if you count that one long ago in morristown n.j. i could ask for nothing more.

starting out

J1 and i go shopping for his work wardrobe. this is a far cry from shopping with HOM for his work wardrobe. HOM goes directly to classic wrinkle free stuff from his tried tested and proven brands of choice and only has to  decide the number of items to purchase for the trip. the younger needs must trawl the racks for the best deals to fit the maximum number into the budget. today's trip transports me twenty years into the past. goldlion. van heusen. brentwood. these days the names are different but the context returns, recycled.

bequest

HOM has a pair of dress pants that he never wears. navy wool beautifully cut and quite dashingly elegant. every man has a pair of these, he tells me, handsome but unwearable because they hearken to an earlier waistline. they are necessary, he says, to prod a man to better living.

today J1 lands his first internship and needs to acquire a new non-denim fray-free wardrobe. today HOM bequeaths his special pants to his son. when a man faces his reality it is good to leave a legacy.