Tuesday, April 20, 2021

THE THEORY OF MULTIPLE INTELLIGENCES

Challenges the idea of a single IQ

We all have these in differing aptitudes. The danger is to assume that our current strengths are our learning styles, but we can learn to be better in all of them (growth mindset). Also, what we are good at doesn't imply that we like to learn that way. Assumptions about learning are to be avoided. We learn in fluid and complex ways, and labeling a student as one type of learner would most often be a mistake.

1983 Howard Gardner (Harvard psychologist) et al 

2011 "Frames of Mind: The Theory of Multiple Intelligences"

1999 Thomas Armstrong  "7 Kinds of Smart" 

1999  David Lazear "Eight Ways of Teaching"

ORIGINAL SEVEN

1. linguistic/verbal

2. logical/mathematical

3. musical/rhythmic/harmonic

4. intrapersonal/introspection

5. interpersonal/social

6. kinesthetic/physical

7. visual-spatial

ACCEPTED EIGHT (since Frames of Mind written in 1995)

8. ecologic/naturalist

CONTROVERSIAL

9. existential/spiritual 

word smart
number/reasoning smart
picture smart
body smart
music smart
people smart
self smart
nature smart

Eight Kinds of Smart


Monday, April 19, 2021

GRANDPA AND GRANDMA


My grandpa died 28 years ago. I still have strong memories of him, but most of the images that come to mind are still, based on the few photos I have of him, from a certain date that I can find in my photo collection. What is left are not the details of his face, but where we were, and how I felt, and what we were doing. I was happy where my grandpa was, but I think I was happy generally, as most of us fortunate kids are.

He died of lung congestion, in that vicious circle we play in medicine between kidney failure and heart failure, until we run out of options. I suppose you have to work backwards from a person's death to relive their life.

I think he died of iatrogenic causes, having been given gold for what was probably non-inflammatory arthritis from manual labour of a lifetime, but maybe gout. His go-to meal was meat and potatoes, after all, but likely full of garden vegetables and homemade canned food and a few scotch mints and a healthy dose of exercise. 

He was on dialysis for a few years. I don't think he had ever made a living will. I wonder how it ended sometimes. I hope it was quick, and that he was appropriately sedated. It's a tough way to go; breathless.

He was a farmer, and then a mayor with political ties to the NDP.  As a city girl, it was mostly PC or liberal politics around me. I dreamed of growing up on the farm, asking my parents to move to the country, or at least overseas, probably because we were close enough to it through my rural living grandparents. Grandpa had enormous hands, from the manual labour (and arthritis), and was always fixing stuff in the barn, had rifles in his basement, and loved a good golf game. He drove a truck, and my cousins and brother would jump in the back thoughtlessly and dare each other to sit on the gunnels unless we were moving fast. We would always pass through main street slowly, my grandpa raising his fingers to each passerby without his hand leaving the steering wheel. We would turn right past the granary, then left onto the highway. We hung out at the "old farm", and depending on the season,  we were watching the adults digging potatoes in the enormous garden, picking saskatoonberries, or  checking out the pussy willows around the slough. My cousins (boys) drove young and liked to aim for gophers. I don't remember them ever hitting any, but they probably did. My one chance to drive the tractor resulted in me pulling down part of the fence, when I realized too late that my excellent skills getting the cab through was not enough to have accommodated for the wider back end. After that, my aunt and grandma were the only ones to take me out, and in the car off the farmyard property!

My grandparents made it look easy. They worked hard, but they knew how to the do the job. I never saw my grandma walk around the block, but she could feed a crowd in a heartbeat, and drive the grain truck in synchrony with the combine in the late summer when the wheat was harvested. She was friendly, and busy, but dropped everything to watch her "stories" when they were on, a few hours of soap operas, doing busy work sometimes but not always. She had a pantry at the ready, with a garden in town and on the farm, and yet she still had the vanity to stuff her closet with clothes and had matching necklaces and clip-on earrings in every colour. She would regularly transition from what she was doing to playing the piano or organ or accordion. There was no downtime in that house. Work and music were the seemless soundtrack of our stay.

 Grandpa was the athlete, and the politician. Grandma was the musician, and housewife. They were a wonderful pair!

Sunday, April 18, 2021

BOSE BLUETOOTH SPEAKER

 I love having a portable speaker, but it prefers to sync to my kid's ipod than to the phone 1 inch away, and usually when I have my hands wet or dirty, in the kitchen or in the garden, or disconnect when I inadvertently press a button.

Here are the instructions. The multifunction button is the critical one. Press the 3 dots (not the bluetooth) to play or pause. When there is a call, it can receive the call. Press a little longer, and the call gets rejected. Press again to end the call.


FOOD CATERING TO A 1500 CALORIE DIET

 I like the idea of a food plan by calories. This one on healthline by a nutritionist (this is the modern title - no longer a dietician) has a 5 day meal plan with 3 meals of 500 calories each. I used the Mifflin-St. Jeor online calculator that estimated my total daily expenditure to be 1862 calories a day, but if I wanted to lose weight, by a pound a week, it suggested 1489 for my "slightly active" lifestyle.

I feel like the breakfasts are a little much, but I am bored of toast and peanut butter, and if I eat a little less (which is really easy because 1 egg is plenty when they are suggesting 2), I leave room at the end of the day for chocolate!


AUTOTROPHS AND HETEROTROPHS

 My zoologist-in-training keeps me on my toes, but some terms don't always stick.  Autotrophic was a familiar word, but had little meaning, so I looked it up. Here is a comparison between autotrophs and heterotrophs.

An autotroph is an organism that produces its own energy. Admittedly, you have to have pretty small metabolism, so examples are some plants, algae and bacteria. Heterotrophs rely on consuming other organism in the food chain as they cannot produce all their organic compounds themselves. These include herbivores, omnivores, and carnivores, like humans!

Maybe it says too much about how my brain works, but it seemed like an excellent way to insult someone. Stop being such a heterotroph, and get it yourself!

500 OPEN WINDOWS

 Sometimes I may expect too much of my technology. 

Today I was told that I could not open another browser window phone, unless I deleted another, because I had reached the limit of 500, and had 471 open windows from more than a month ago!

So I have resolved to blog these ideas and links as quickly as possible. I am not great at slow and steady, so I am going to try to rip the bandage right off! Then I resolved to clean up at least once a month, so as to never have this happen again.  There are just so many interesting threads in life, and from so many interesting places!

I could do 2 a day and be done in a year, or 5 a day and be done in 100 days, but I have 5 days, so 100 pages a day it is! (Princess Pirate warned that she did not want to wake up and find me at the computer, so I promised I would go to bed in an hour. Too bad my computer took 5 minutes to warm up and my phone's screen saver went off in two! I am logged into my blog and have set the phone to a 5 minutes screen saver, so we are off to the races!

Editor's note: 1 hour later and I have only completed 4 blogs. A marathon ahead, so I better be off to bed.

Friday, April 9, 2021

WRITING INSPIRATIONS

 It's been a glorious week of unusually warm and dry spring weather. I have been trying to capitalize on it, since I hadn't had the chance to finish the yard before it froze last fall. It's hard to stay focused, with many distractions of plans and kids and dawdling filling the last few days. The weekend calls for rain for the next few days, and that'll be easier to justify writing when the days are wet.

What inspired me yesterday, though, was a series of audiobooks that I may have read as a youth by a prolific Christian writer from Alberta named Janette Oke. She had humble beginnings, being born in a log cabin and educated in a one room school. These are the western pioneer realities that gave rise to many of her stories. 

She and her pastor husband worked in Alberta and Indiana. In researching this blogpost, I saw that she retired in 2002 at the age of 67 and in concert with her husband's retirement. This meant that her writing career, that started when her family was grown, and ended when her husband's career was over,  seemed even more impressive given that her books were written in the span of 35 years! 

I had looked in my library and online over the years, and I never found her books, although she has written over 75. This recently changed due to a Covid "gift" when I was browsing an online borrowing app on my phone that is supported by my library. I found that it includes two of her book series that I recognized from the church library, or my mother's personal collection, growing up, and most importantly, several in audiobooks, so that I can listen and still get the day's work done.

I may have read the Seasons of the Heart series before, and I never did get into the Acts of Faith that I remember seeing (historical fiction before pioneer days never peaked my interest). Most recently, however, the CBC tv channel had a series called When Calls the Heart based on the Canadian West series, strangely named given it was about about a teacher named Miss Thatcher from big town Hamilton and society life who learns to love it in the mining town romantically named Hope Valley, Yukon. 

I have my issues with the relentless church language that inevitably pops up, and the whitewashed Hallmark channel who have made cringe-worthy but few real efforts to improve their formula, but I have my soft spots too. Oke was one of the "clean" romance novelists I was allowed to read as a child, and the alternatives are certainly bad in other ways that were just as contrived. Her fantasies can have their own issues, and the genre of Christian romance left much of the reality out of relationships. Christians around me didn't have much of a discussion about grey areas outside of marriage, and the idealism of these stories didn't help start the conversation. The male led church hierarchy, the martyr complexes (self-effacement to the obliteration of the ego leads to all sorts of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde scenarios), and the nearly predatory focus"bringing [vulnerable children] into the fold" have to be voiced as cautions to reading this type of literature. 

Yesterday I borrowed a book from the Prairie Legacy books, about a young girl learning the difference between right and wrong. It's a sweet read, if not a little simple, but it inspired me to write about some characters that I haven't thought about in a long while. 

My daughter thinks that I am mistaken to write something new when I haven't finished something old, but I think that I need to go where the spirit leads. Clearly, Janette Oke made no excuses for her writing a new idea. Thank goodness she didn't listen to feedback by a writing course representative that she "wasn't reading enough". At the time, she had admitted that she didn't have nearly as much time for reading as she would like, but while keeping track, would find herself reading over 100 books a year!

She has a surprising career that began 20 years after she married, at the age of 42, in 1977. She wrote down a story she had been thinking about for months. She actually took writing aptitude tests and this encouraged her. Her kids were teens, and somehow, as a pastor's wife, she made time to read and write. It took her three weeks to write her first story. After a first rejection, and months of research, she was invited to submit the manuscript, and published her first book 2 years later. It was called Love Comes Softly, and it would be the start of the series eight. This would eventually be turned into a tv movie produced for Hallmark, and was so popular with readers that their positive feedback would lead to the series of four that I just started.

It is clear that Janette Oke was a disciplined writer, and this was aided by her belief that this was her calling from God. She saw each book as a "paper missionary", and committed to write two adult books and one children's book a year. She became so well known that other author's asked to collaborate, and after retirement wrote a series with her daughter, who has also gone on to write her biography. I don't think a writer could ask for anything more than that.

Janette Oke wiki

Janette Oke from Canadian Christian Leaders

Book series in order

Interview with Janette Oke about the series When Calls the Heart (ignore the mansplaining commentary at the start and the micro-aggressions at the ending by Michael Landon Jr.)

Quotes from a wise woman

Monday, April 5, 2021

CELEBRATIONS BIG AND SMALL

Today started slowly, after a long night catching up from a short sleep following a night shift. I finished my breakfast and I took a chance to see if a friend was available for a lunch or walk, even so last minute.

She said yes and since her answers were short and her work usually busy, so I told her I meet her at her house, and I started to make plans to bring a picnic lunch.

She was totally ready to go for a walk, and was happily surprised I had brought lunch, because she had not yet eaten. We found a picnic table, and sat across from each other. It was so windy our lettuce would occasionally blow away, but it was nice enough and we were dressed for it.

She gave me credit for knowing the difference between a Canada goose and a mallard duck, and was impressed that I recognized kind of sedimentary light lime stone that was full of fossils and identified a flowering bush, which I only knew because I happen to have one in my front yard.

We had a lovely walk, and made plans for another, and I was grateful for the time in the chat.

When I got home my daughter was already there with her friend. I walked her through the local park to her dad’s and listened to her talk about her day. I don’t know if she’s being taken advantage of or being the one who takes advantage (teenagers are so hard to read), but it was great to spend a few minutes of her time, and she even took my advice to comb in hair conditioner before we left so that I could help her. 


Friday, April 2, 2021

MASON CONTACT

 



PRECISION CHIMNEY

Unfortunately disorganized, took a bunch of pictures, never came up with a quote.

QUEBEC ZOOLOGIST IN CENTRAL AMERICA

 Kevin Gauthier conference