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		<title>Jay Being Joyce Being Joyce</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 22:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have been reading the biography of James Joyce, My Brother&#8217;s Keeper, by his brother Stanislaus, whom I mistakenly named &#8220;Stanislav&#8221; in another place. In it was an excerpt from an early J. Joyce journal entry, in his early stream of consciousness, Dubliners&#8216; style. I thought I might try to emulate it here. Joyce was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=126&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been reading the biography of James Joyce, <em>My Brother&#8217;s Keeper</em>, by his brother Stanislaus, whom I mistakenly named &#8220;Stanislav&#8221; in another place. In it was an excerpt from an early J. Joyce journal entry, in his early stream of consciousness, <em>Dubliners</em>&#8216; style. I thought I might try to emulate it here. Joyce was reflecting on his reading of Erckmann-Chatrian; I on Joyce&#8217;s brother Stanislaus.<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<br />
Retirement and recuperation mix sourly as I recover from a biking accident, still too much in pain to move around a great deal, but impatient to be doing so. The other is upstairs also recuperating from a cold, also impatient, also uncomfortable. The Sunday sounds of her decades old television programs mix with the pomposity of my Royal Concertgebouw radio program enshrouding me in a rough and remorseful reverie. The bright sun on yet another unseasonable day cheers the house plants more than me. I am reading to pass time. Reading Joyce&#8217;s early life through his brother&#8217;s eyes creates no deeper understanding of James or their father John or their mother Mary. To be born to Mary.<br />
No, the book makes me think more about how children see their own history in retrospection from adulthood. Even with a purpose, we cannot bring up more from the depths of memory than the unbidden images that arise. And even those come with no sense that there was anything really significant behind them, only that we know there probably was something. The images are often the most disjointed where they should be the most influential to developing us as who we are. Yet taken all together, a different kind of mise-en-scène emerges, an history as a child saw it, but not the immediacy as a child experiences it. The child&#8217;s emotions stick the memories; the adult&#8217;s emotions interpret them. Like twice baked bread, it is the bread but yet quite different from the bread, and sweeter, usually.<br />
How this can sweetens our aging! A reader and writer would know this, and immerse himself in the knowledge. A researcher, a scientist will push away all the color, the music of the memory, strip it of useless feelings, extrapolate and connect the dots of it, recreate what he asserts happened in black and white, a dry point. But it is no longer what happened. It happened and is happening no longer. We can recreate what happened into a new thing that is an interpretation of our history as our history has shaped us to interpret it: self-recreation. What&#8217;s happening now is the feeling of remembered feelings, the color of the memory of color, a wholly new color. Accuracy is impossible at best and misleading at worst.<br />
S. Joyce did not ever get it wrong, but did he ever know he was getting it right. As he looked back, whatever love he had for his brother as he wrote certainly filtered and shaped how he remembered his brother some fifty or sixty years earlier. If he knew that, and he may well have, he was not just his brother&#8217;s keeper, he was his brother&#8217;s recreator.</p>
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		<title>At the Farm in the Fall</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 14:07:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A long straight rolling road Brown between autumn fields Late at night on the high plain Comes a brilliant shooting star Arcing through the twinkling black Burning fiercely fast and bright High across the inky starry night Through thin and unsustaining air Flaming hot and dying in a wink Briefly seen alone that night And [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=123&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A long straight rolling road</p>
<p>Brown between autumn fields</p>
<p>Late at night on the high plain</p>
<p>Comes a brilliant shooting star</p>
<p>Arcing through the twinkling black</p>
<p>Burning fiercely fast and bright</p>
<p>High across the inky starry night</p>
<p>Through thin and unsustaining air</p>
<p>Flaming hot and dying in a wink</p>
<p>Briefly seen alone that night</p>
<p>And now</p>
<p>Gone.</p>
<p>We reconvene at the car,</p>
<p>Loaded with our pumpkins.</p>
<p>We return to young lives,</p>
<p>Still burning bright.</p>
<p align="right">December 2011</p>
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		<title>Now, Many Years Later&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 15:08:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Now, many years later… How many years? … Even now, I feel the sight you in the dry August dawn, Running, bounding fawn-like through the dry grass. One, two, and then flight, arms rising, fingers spreading… Wings, dispelling those unwary spirits caught basking in the early sun. Four, five, and once more leaping, cervine, chin [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=122&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<h2 style="margin:0 0 3pt;"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Now, many years later… How many years? …</font></h2>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Even now, I feel the sight you in the dry August dawn,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Running, bounding fawn-like through the dry grass.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">One, two, and then flight, arms rising, fingers spreading…</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Wings, dispelling those unwary spirits caught basking in the early sun.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Four, five, and once more leaping, cervine, chin rising, eyes blazing…</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Their enchanting fire snaring my unwary gaze in their net of golden flight.</font></p>
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<p><font size="3" face="Garamond">&#160;</font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">And once again the feeling opens my heart,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">And you leap in to take possession.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">You wrap me around you in this unimaginable way,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Imprisoning me in your freedom.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">You, leaping down the hillside, barefoot and laughing—</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">At me? behind the glass? looking out?</font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">How many times has this scene shot my thoughts?</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">How many nights has this morning sun lit my dreams,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">Drawing shadows around my heart? And I have said nothing.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">And I say nothing now, years later when still I cannot part from you.</font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">To you, the absent companion to everything in my life,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">I said nothing. </font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">When you, my heart’s enchanter, said that soon you’d have to die, </font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">The words froze in my heart,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">And stuffed my mouth with dumb confusion.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">I could not say, “Let me go.”</font></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">And now, many years later still, I look into the void and see</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">The bounding, fawn-like boy floating away from me.</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">My heart imprisoned in his grip, my freedom in his eyes,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">And even now beyond life,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">He once more takes up residence in my enraptured heart,</font></p>
<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Garamond">And still, I cannot say the words, “Let me go.”</font></p>
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<p style="text-align:right;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal" align="right"><font size="3" face="Garamond">November 2011</font></p>
<p>My comment:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is based on an event from 46 year ago in Evergreen, Colorado. The image lasted a few seconds, but struck me so strongly at the time that I have never forgotten it Nor have I been able to describe why I was so captured by this moment. The subject of the poem fell victim to AIDS in the 80’s, while living in California. He called me here in Minnesota shortly before that. The image of his running down the slope outside his mother’s house the morning after I met him returns to me like reminders of unpaid medical bills over the years, often in a dream. It is not the history I have tried to capture however, but the almost indescribable feeling that accompanied the moment and accompanies the recollections of it. Any comparison to Berlioz’s <em>Symphonie Fantastique</em> is coincidental, but serendipitous. I think a symphony could perhaps capture this better, but is certainly outside my scope.</p>
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		<title>Critical Thinking for a Sustainable World</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 01:45:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Introduction To teach others to think critically, we must start by thinking about their thinking—and to do that, we start by thinking about our own thinking. Teaching critical thinking is teaching to improve, enlarge, enhance thinking. Students must therefore become as completely aware of their thinking as they can be, just as they will have [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=119&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2>Introduction</h2>
<p>To teach others to think critically, we must start by thinking about their thinking—and to do that, we start by thinking about our own thinking.</p>
<p>Teaching critical thinking is teaching to improve, enlarge, enhance thinking. Students must therefore become as completely aware of their thinking as they can be, just as they will have to know something of how their body works to be able to manage its healthy development. To think critically, as we shall see, we must consciously control how we think: When and what do we ask? What ideas can be put together to work and what cannot? And so on. Notice I have shifted to “we” over “they.” We teachers must be or become consciously aware of our thinking and practice critical thinking skills in order to teach it. Critical thinking is what we teach and the path by which we teach it. We need to be able to play basketball to teach others to play, to read to teach reading, to do the math to teach math. We need to know how to think critically in order to teach critical thinking.</p>
<p>This takes the ‘us’ and ‘them’ out of our classrooms, as it should. Step back for a minute. We have had it drummed into our heads that we are teaching so that students can do well on standardized tests. Okay. These tests are indicators of our educational health, especially as compared with other nations in the global market place. This is something of a leap, but it is a fairly clear assumption. If test scores are assumed to correlate to our economic standing in the world, they don’t. Zero-growth France (July 2011) scored better one tests than thriving (0.1% growth) Germany. and the U.S., having score lower than both grew more (0.9% growth) in the same period, while none of these approached China’s 9.0% growth. Now, guess who isn’t taking the tests?</p>
<p>In fact, our students and ourselves need to be learning in preparation for a much more important global crisis looming on the horizon. We are expending our host planet. We are already suffering millions of avoidable deaths through weather conditions, natural disasters and seemingly insatiable violence. In education, this situation is both a mandate for action and an opportunity for success. By addressing our educational systems to these crises, and ignoring the cries of the gored ox of corporate America, we not only make a start on solving the biggest problems we will have faced, we also have an authentic arena for teaching and learning – an imperiled world.</p>
<p>Teaching critical thinking and using authentic instruction may often seem to be subversive activities. Meeting standards and classroom evaluation is not only possible, but may even be better achieved when lessons include conscious teaching and learning of critical thinking mind-sets and skills. As you work through this class, try to be intentional of serving both masters. The motivation to learn what is needed to accomplish authentic tasks will overcome the learners’ reluctance we see directed at empty lessons seemingly taught for their own sake. The foundation skills of reading, writing and math are among the tools used for mastering the more engaging skills of making decisions, solving problems and planning real change. The learning in school not only carries over into students’ lives, it becomes a directing force in those lives. And your students will be those to whom others look as leaders.</p>
<p>We have so far succeeded in disconnecting learning in American schools from virtually everything in the lives of the students and the world around them. American education has become an end. It needs to be reestablished as the means to the best life we can make for ourselves and our future and our world. Educators and their students must always be thinking about what’s next and where we are taking ourselves. So, as you started out thinking about your own thinking, think about your role in creating a world sustainable into and beyond the 21<sup>st</sup> century.</p>
<h2>Definitions</h2>
<p><strong>Cognition</strong> is a term referring to the mental processes involved in gaining knowledge and comprehension, including thinking, knowing, remembering, judging and problem-solving. These are higher-level functions of the brain and encompass language, imagination, perception and planning.</p>
<p><strong>Mets-cognition </strong>is often simply defined as &#8220;thinking about thinking.&#8221; In actuality, defining metacognition is not that simple. Although the term has been part of the vocabulary of educational psychologists for the last few decades, and the concept for as long as humans have been able to reflect on their cognitive experiences, there is much debate over exactly what metacognition is. One reason for this confusion is the fact that there are several terms currently used to describe the same basic phenomenon (e.g., self-regulation, executive control), or an aspect of that phenomenon (e.g., meta-memory), and these terms are often used interchangeably in the literature. While there are some distinctions between definitions, all emphasize the role of executive processes in the overseeing and regulation of cognitive processes.</p>
<p><strong>Critical Thinking</strong><em> “What is critical thinking and how to improve it.” </em>Fisher, A. (2001) <em>Critical Thinking: An Introduction,</em> from chapter 1<em>.</em> Cambridge University Press.</p>
<p><strong>Authentic Instruction </strong>is a model for high-quality instruction developed by Fred Newmann (1993). It lists five major components of the teaching process:</p>
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<li><strong>Higher-order thinking.</strong> Higher-order thinking requires students to &#8220;manipulate information and ideas in ways that transform their meaning and implications, such as when students combine facts and ideas in order to synthesize, generalize, explain, hypothesize, or arrive at some conclusion or interpretation.&#8221; When students engage in higher-order thinking, they must solve problems and develop new meanings for themselves. There is an element of uncertainty and unpredictability in the process.</li>
<li><strong>Depth of knowledge.</strong> Depth of knowledge means that students deal with the significant concepts or central ideas of a discipline. Students use knowledge to understand arguments, solve problems, or construct explanations.</li>
<li><strong>Connectedness to the world beyond the classroom.</strong> This third feature of authentic instruction connects the classroom to some &#8220;real world public problem&#8221; or personal experiences that the student can relate to.</li>
<li><strong>Substantive conversation.</strong> This feature involves considerable discussion and interaction about the ideas of a topic that develop and build on ideas presented by others in the conversation. It involves the sharing of ideas and multiple exchanges in which students and other participants develop shared understanding of a theme or topic.</li>
<li><strong>Social support for student achievement.</strong> This last feature involves the development of &#8220;high expectations, respect, and inclusion of all students in the learning process.&#8221; Social support is more than token acknowledgement or praise for participation. It occurs when teachers convey high expectations for all students and encourage all students to participate in the learning experience.</li>
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<p><strong>Sustainability</strong> “As Nancy Tierney writes …, for the purposes of this journal, sustainable activities are those that meet contemporary needs without compromising the ability of future generations to meet their needs. This definition derives from the Brundt land Commission (1987) report and has been accepted by many as the root meaning of sustainability. According to the <em>Oxford English Dictionary </em>(1993), the word ‘sustainability’ as an adjective to describe that which is “capable of being maintained at a certain rate or level,’ seems to appear first in 1972. To put this in context, Aldo Leopold’s <em>A Sand County Almanac, </em>a collection of essays on a land ethic and conservation, was first published in 1949; Rachel Carson’s <em>Silent Spring, </em>a treatise on the unintended ills caused by the pesticide DDT and considered by many to be the catalyst for the environmental movement in many industrialized nations, was published in 1962; and the first Earth Day was celebrated in 1970. Over the last 30 years, as scientists, environmentalists, and policy makers more closely examined the world’s ecological systems, the word “sustainability” has gathered force and turned into a movement. Reports from the field started coming back, raising our awareness of ecosystem degradation; air pollution; global climate change; depletion of freshwater stores; loss of biodiversity; major industrial accidents, such as Bhopal, resulting in thousands of deaths; and chronic industrial pollution, such as that found in Cancer Alley in Louisiana. It is doubtful that many of us would wish to turn the clock back to pre-Industrial Revolution times and suffer the miseries and uncomfortable conditions of those centuries. However, we can strive to improve and even radically alter the systems we’ve created over the last 200 years to acknowledge our burgeoning understanding of the role of contemporary human impacts on our planetary environment and our social relations with each other.”</p>
<p>(Kirk, Camille M. “Sustainability: Taking the Long View.” <em>Planning for Higher Education</em>, March-May 2003, p 9-12)</p>
<h3>Editorial Note:</h3>
<p>So we are working toward a world that provides the best achievable quality of life for the greatest numbers of people over the longest time. That may be our goal, but where are we starting?</p>
<p>It has been more than 40 years since the first Earth Day, when playing outside with a Frisbee was a gesture of oneness with our blue-green planet. What direction have things gone since? We see a world sickening with waste and resource abuse, while millions are seduced by the opiate of plastic geegaws and electronic gadgets, the very production and disposal of which contribute to the world’s ills. We have been conditioned to consume <em>stuff</em> at a great cost to the Earth. Is this the progress we anticipated? Can we have progress without a clear goal, thoughtful planning and the ability to think beyond our personal wants?</p>
<p>As long as we are focused on the material things of this world, and as long as we design our educational systems to create competitors in such a materially valued world, we will continue in the thoughtless consumption of our planet, seven billion bacteria consuming their host. To change this will require millions over decades at least. Some have taken the first steps. Steve Jobs will not be there at the end, nor will any of us, if only because there should be no ending in the plans. But what would have happened to Apple without the steps Jobs took? Or those that lead on from his foot steps? Each of us may only represent a few steps along the road, but it will take us all and those who follow on. Those others are our students.</p>
<p>Critical thinking can enable all of us to look at decisions and see where they may take us. It can help us make sound decisions ourselves. Critical thinking can help with solving problems rather than buying “solutions” that turn into problems. It can help us avoid creating problems for ourselves, while we can better solve the problems life throws at us. Critical thinking can help us plan a better course for ourselves and plan in concert with others. It can allow us to look ahead of today and know we have to plan for tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Critical thinking can help us to be reasonable. It can make our choices and actions understandable, and invite cooperation from other reasonable people. Critical thinking is simply living together thoughtfully and valuing the idea that thought and creativity are our greatest human qualities.</p>
<p>We teach critical thinking then because it enables students to become their best selves, fully actualized human beings, something more than components in a board game of global economy. We will not be able to do enough alone, but if we don’t try, if we don’t start, we must bear the criticism of the adage: If you are part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. We may never reach our ideal, but the goal of moving in the right direction may be achievable.</p>
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		<title>Girls&#8217; Basketball &#225; la Camus</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The gym is only half an arena. Bleachers are pulled out on one side but not the other. Maybe the opposing team, because they are in opposition, Couldn’t send supporters. So they don’t need bleachers. Or maybe because God is their support, All they need, and he doesn’t need bleachers.   Our girls run out [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=114&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">The gym is only half an arena. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Bleachers are pulled out on one side but not the other. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Maybe the opposing team, because they are in opposition, </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Couldn’t send supporters. So they don’t need bleachers. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Or maybe because God is their support, </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">All they need, and he doesn’t need bleachers. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Garamond;"> </span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Our girls run out onto the floor, </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Black and brown and short and tall, </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">A couple white; a couple fat. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">There are cheers and some clapping hands. Our supporters. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">What an unlikely looking team! How can they be contenders? </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">How can these voluptuous, brash children win? </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They see me here and smile. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They are not the stuff of pros. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Garamond;"> </span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">The other girls run out onto the floor. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They are not black or brown or yellow or red. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They are white and blond as straw. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They are tall and thin and only tall and thin. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They come from a small Christian school. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Are all the girls at their school white and blond as straw </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">And tall and thin? Are all the boys? </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">Maybe there are no boys at their school,</span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">No Christian boys at their Christian school. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Garamond;"> </span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They play basketball, these girls, ours and theirs. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">More home team fans show up, late. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They are mostly black and brown, but not all. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They do not all look alike. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They do not look at all like me. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They see me here and smile. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Garamond;"> </span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">The girls play basketball. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">We score; they score. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">We score; they score. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">We score; they score. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Garamond;"> </span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">I cheer for our team. I know them and love them. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">I call our players by their names. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They see me here and smile. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">I don&#8217;t cheer for the other team. I don’t know them. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">I don’t know their names. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">I can’t tell which ones have scored. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They all look alike to me. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">I don’t know the name of their school. </span></span></p>
<p class="PoemStandard" style="margin:0 .5in;"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><span style="font-family:Garamond;">They don’t see me and they don’t smile. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Garamond;"> </span></p>
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		<title>The Wise Fools of the Mediterranean</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 11:32:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Asked Julian of Maddalo[1]: “How come the mad to be wise, Or the wise to go mad? Which was Tiresias[2]? Is what they say madness, All the dark backside of understanding? Is what they say wisdom, all illuminated by such understanding? Does madness make what’s imagined seem brilliantly illuminated? Does wisdom make what’s sensible seem [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=113&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000" face="Garamond">Asked Julian of Maddalo</font><a title="" href="http://jcritterson.wordpress.com/#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000080">[1]</font></span></span></span></span></a><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">:                </font></font></span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">“How come the mad to be wise,                </font></font></span></p>
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<p style="text-indent:.25in;margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000" face="Garamond">Which was Tiresias</font><a title="" href="http://jcritterson.wordpress.com/#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000080">[2]</font></span></span></span></span></a><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">?                </font></font></span></p>
<p style="text-indent:-.25in;margin:0 .5in 0 .75in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">Is what they say madness,         <br />All the dark backside of understanding?                 </font></font></span></p>
<p style="text-indent:-.25in;margin:0 .5in 0 .75in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">Is what they say wisdom,         <br />all illuminated by such understanding?                 </font></font></span></p>
<p style="text-indent:-.25in;margin:0 .5in 0 .75in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">Does madness make what’s imagined seem brilliantly illuminated?                </font></font></span></p>
<p style="text-indent:-.25in;margin:0 .5in 0 .75in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">Does wisdom make what’s sensible seem darkly obscure?                </font></font></span></p>
<p style="text-indent:-.25in;margin:0 .5in 0 .75in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000" face="Garamond">When we peer into San Servolo</font><a title="" href="http://jcritterson.wordpress.com/#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000080">[3]</font></span></span></span></span></a><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">,         <br />Do we see the sun set over Venice?”                 </font></font></span></p>
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<p style="text-indent:-.25in;margin:0 .5in 0 .75in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">“Such debate is vanity,”         <br />Answered Maddalo to Julian.                 </font></font></span></p>
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<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><i><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Garamond">Note: While attending a lecture on “Julian and Maddalo” given by John Gilroy at Cambridge University, I was struck by the number of times, in film and fiction, I had observed characters, frequently, descending into an asylum to consult, or at least visit and inmate, often having been hidden away there, and always suffering some form of madness. Yet what these mad men and women contribute to their narrative home is often crucial to the understanding of in important character, and sometimes to life itself. Furthermore, the asylum, and indeed the whole narrative, seems always to be set in Greece or Italy or Spain or some other Mediterranean land. Now why is that?                    </font></font></font></i></p>
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<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoFootnoteText"><a title="" href="http://jcritterson.wordpress.com/#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:10pt;"><font color="#000080">[1]</font></span></span></span></span></a><font color="#000000" size="2" face="Garamond"> “Julian and Maddalo” is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, sub-titled a conversation,&quot; it reflects discussions between Shelley (Julian) and Byron (Maddalo) at Venice in August and September 1818.</font></p>
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		<title>2011 Graduation Address, Edison High School, Minneapolis, Minnesota</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 12:27:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I want to thank you for asking me to speak tonight. &#34;Oh, thank you,&#34; wasn&#8217;t the first thing I said, but I really am flattered. This is probably my last chance to speak at a graduation, of course. And it really is an honor. As most of you know, I&#8217;m retiring next week. Don&#8217;t misunderstand; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=112&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">I want to thank you for asking me to speak tonight. &quot;Oh, thank you,&quot; wasn&#8217;t the first thing I said, but I really am flattered. This is probably my last chance to speak at a graduation, of course. And it really is an honor. As most of you know, I&#8217;m retiring next week. Don&#8217;t misunderstand; I&#8217;m not disappearing. I&#8217;m not just going to do nothing. I may even be around Edison a little. I&#8217;ll do some of the things I couldn&#8217;t do while I was at school day after day after day. I&#8217;m retiring, not stopping.             </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">I&#8217;ll work with new teachers, I&#8217;ll travel, I&#8217;ll ride my bikes, I’ll write and I’ll certainly continue to read and even reread some of the books I haven&#8217;t been able to get to. And I&#8217;m going to study abroad some more, at Cambridge this summer and perhaps other places around the world in years to come. So, I&#8217;ll be practicing what I&#8217;m preaching tonight. You see, I can’t stop being a teacher. A teacher after all is someone who thinks learning is just so darn much fun, everybody must want to be doing it, all the time. So as I said, I&#8217;ll be doing a lot of reading&#8211;in planes, on trains, in cars and at home.            </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">In the things I read, I sometimes find wise ideas, and new ways of seeing the world. When I read Alfred Lord Tennyson&#8217;s poem &quot;Ulysses&quot; I connected with it right away. The original <i>Ulysses</i> epic is the story of a great general whose cleverness as much as his soldiering has saved him and his crew from many monstrous dangers. It is the story of a journey and a lesson in leadership, meant for future leaders, but in his poem, Tennyson takes up Ulysses at the end of his adventures, all his great accomplishments accomplished. In the poem, Ulysses is not satisfied with having achieved everything he has achieved, and he realizes that what made life worthwhile to him was the striving, the trying, not the success. Success is not an end, but a place to start again, to try something new, to go where he hasn&#8217;t yet been. He says:        </p>
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<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0 0 0 .5in;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">&#160;<i>I am a part of all that I have met;         <br /></i></font></span><font color="#400000"><i><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;">&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; Yet all experience is an arch, wherethro&#8217;         <br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span></i></font><font color="#400000"><i><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;">Gleams that untravell&#8217;d world, whose margins fade         <br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span></i></font><font color="#400000"><i><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;">For ever and for ever as I move.         <br /></span></i></font></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">Now you know that as you move toward the horizon, it will simply move on away from you. But it isn’t just your moving forward that is important about this quotation; it’s about experience and what you can see in your future. Unlike Ulysses, you are still short in experience, but as you gain more experience, you will gain more height, more vision; your horizons, the margins of your world, will grow. You’ll see how big your “<span>untravell&#8217;d world” is</span>. You’ll never see all there is to see, do all there is to do, know all there is to know. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot reach the stars, but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t reach. Reaching for the stars is about you, not about the stars.             </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">When you’re down at ground level, you can&#8217;t see too far into the distance, but when you get up high, you can see much farther. Reaching, trying and getting experience is like getting up higher. Experience makes you taller in the world of opportunity, and allows you to see much more of the possibility that exists for you. Getting experience is learning: learning by studying, learning by doing and learning by talking with and listening to people. Learn through experience. Be a tall person. See what’s out there for you. No matter what you do in life: school, work, home-making, learn from and in whatever you do. It counts. Make your life count.            </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">Those of you who go to college and other schools study many kinds of things. A liberal education gives you the power of adaptability. When someone tells you to specialize in some subject exclusively, remember that greatness has always been achieved by those who stepped out of their limits into the unknown. The more you know, the more you will come to understand how much there is to know and how little we know of it. It is your flexibility and confidence that will let you go into what you don’t know, and that will lead you to your greatness.            </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">Those of you who go right to work continue to learn, study, experience other things. Learn the guitar or write or join the church choir or learn to fly. No matter what kind of work you do, up on a roof top or down a hole in the ground, alone in an office or on a crowded sales floor, the more you know and the more ready you are to learn, the better you will be in your work and more likely you will be to advance. And the happier you will be in your life which will feel more full and worth living.            </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">And those of you who stay at home and raise children, you will<span>&#160; </span>do the important job of modeling and valuing learning for those children, so that they will aspire and achieve in their lives too. So that they will continue learning in their turn. So they will be the next great generation of kids to graduate from Edison.             </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">Think about this. If you stop learning, you’re dead. Your body may trudge on, but your spirit will have died, that inner light that I and your other teachers have loved about you, will have gone out. And that will be a shame, because that flame that shines in you can light the way to your greatness. That inner light of yours is why I am so thankful to have taught at Edison and to have been allowed to be part of your lives. Keep the flame alive.            </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">Tennyson closes with, the words of an old general, but if old Ulysses could still kick it, I know you can. Ulysses was great not for what he did, which means nothing in the world today, but for how he did it. We can all live our lives as the great ones did by doing as they have done. The great deeds will follow or not, as they may. It isn&#8217;t the score; it is how you play the game. Live your life like Ulysses. Live your life greatly.<span>&#160; </span>             </font></span></p>
<p style="line-height:150%;text-indent:24pt;margin:0;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">I close with the closing line from Tennyson’s poem as my charge to you. I charge you &quot;To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.&quot;            </font></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:12pt;"><font color="#400000">Congratulations, Edison Class of 2011 and good luck.</font></span></p>
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		<title>CiS Edison/Delano Exchange</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 18:28:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[During the first week of May this year, fifty students stepped into one another’s lives for a few hours over two days, twenty-two of them from a very inner city school in northeast Minneapolis and twenty-eight from a small rural town now turning into a metropolitan bedroom community thirty some miles to the west. In [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=111&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size="2" face="Georgia">During the first week of May this year, fifty students stepped into one another’s lives for a few hours over two days, twenty-two of them from a very inner city school in northeast Minneapolis and twenty-eight from a small rural town now turning into a metropolitan bedroom community thirty some miles to the west. In the short time they spent together, following counterparts through a few classes, eating lunch together, and talking and listening to each other in follow up sessions, they were able to accomplish what seems beyond our leadership. The teenagers figured out what people who spend a little time getting to know one another usually seem to figure out; they have much more in common than they have in difference.</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">The exchange between Edison and Delano has happened the last two springs. It has been carried out with the College in the Schools writing and literature classes of the two schools. Its initial purpose was and remains an academic one. Interacting with people who are culturally different will allow students to expand their scope as they research and read about cultures. Cultures are complex interactions of values, language and traditions played out in an attempt to be safe, secure and perhaps comfortable in a challenging world. We all live in various cultures, sub-cultures and micro-cultures. We know that if we only have a limited set of experience in cultural settings, we will only have a limited understanding of the world. We will only have one way of seeing people and will only be able to understand them and their actions in our limited context.</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">Helping students better understand their world, College in the Schools courses are directed to expanding the students&#8217; world view. The writing students research and compose an ethnography, an in depth study of a micro-culture. These students have a chance to practice the art of getting inside other people’s “closed” worlds through the exchange. The literature students read Arundhati Roy’s novel “The God of Small Things,” which examines cultural conflicts and issues set in Kerala, Indian. Since the literature students need to open up the differences and cultural conflicts in the novel, they can examine those in the light of their experience confronting the presumed differences our two school groups held prior to the exchange. This will help them understand the unresolved cultural differences in the novel.</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">Since the two schools represent distinctly different cultural milieus, the exchange became an opportunity to encounter cultural difference with a human face. The students got to expand their perspective to better study and understand how difference can be both enriching and troubling. However, the students accomplished much more. In the process of talking and listening to each other, they generally concluded an important understanding about what we must do if we really want to live together.</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">At the end of the second day’s follow up discussion session, it had become clear that opening up and talking about home life and personal experience was a source of surprise to some and puzzlement to others. The very diverse city kids opened up about family configurations and expectations, and their feelings about these, revealing considerable differences from one student to the next. They seemed comfortable with difference. Though more limited than the conversations that go on in their classrooms, this openness was surprising to the students from the small town. Conversely, the reticence of the kids from the exurbs to discuss much about their private lives could have come right from a Lake Woebegone routine. That puzzled the city students. The students were examining this phenomenon in a rich dialogue as the time was running out.</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">With this the only seemingly significant difference out on the floor, students were asked to say what they thought would happen if people don’t talk about such things and what they felt they were taking away from the two days together. The answers were often the same. They were simple, clear and powerful:</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">“Talking is learning.”</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">“We need to know about one another.”</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">“If we don’t talk, we remain divided.”</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">“We’re all mostly alike. We’re all high school students. We do the same things.”</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">The students from both schools laugh at what by now looked like foolish preconceptions of the others, but they left with a profound insight into human relations. To get the Edison students back on the bus took considerable prying loose. Emails and numbers were exchanged with promises to stay in touch. The consensus on the bus ride back into town was to say thank you for this exchange.</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">&#160;</font></p>
<p style="font-family:cambria;font-size:10.5pt;margin:3pt 0 0;"><font size="2" face="Georgia">How is it that fifty high school students can reach this level of understanding, this elevation of human dignity in just a few hours over two days? How could they engage so amicably with people they had always thought so alien in this sort of process and walk away having made new friends? How could these kids talking among themselves reach such a morally good understanding about human beings and grow in that process? How could that happen when our leaders seem so bent on dividing us and building walls between communities? A handful of teenagers could tear down those walls in a matter of minutes.</font></p>
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		<title>Stopping</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 03:26:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jay C Ritterson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You ask me, “What will you miss?” and I will tell you, “The pain of caring.” You ask me, “Why did you do it? When the effort is so much, Why did you care?” &#160; I cannot tell you. I know I will miss this, but I can never find the words to say What [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=105&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">You ask me, “What will you miss?” and </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">I will tell you, “The pain of caring.” </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">You ask me, “Why did you do it? </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">When the effort is so much, </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">Why did you care?” </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"></span>
<p>&#160;</p>
</p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">I cannot tell you. </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">I know I will miss this, but </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">I can never find the words to say </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">What it is that exists </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>When my eye and </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>Their eyes </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>Meet. </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">When caring means something, </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">There are no words, and </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">If there were words, </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">They would be </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>Your words and </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>My words, </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">Because we have only </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>Our eyes and not </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>Their eyes. </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"></span>
<p>&#160;</p>
</p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">There are no words, </span></p>
<p style="margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;"><span>&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; </span>Only eyes.</span></p>
<p style="border-bottom:medium none;border-left:medium none;border-top:medium none;border-right:medium none;margin:6pt 0 0;padding:0;" class="MsoNormal">&#160;</p>
<p style="text-align:right;margin:0 .5in;" class="PoemStandard" align="right"><span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:14pt;">February 2011 </span></p>
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		<title>Hello Wisconsin</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 01:34:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[See any trends of the Tea Party Movement, radical right wing politicians here? Those NAZI&#8217;s made a damned good Mercedes though&#8230; (cited below) “&#8230; Origins of Fascism While socialism (particularly Marxism) came into existence as a clearly formulated theory or program based on a specific interpretation of history, fascism introduced no systematic exposition of its [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jaezz.org&amp;blog=7964687&amp;post=102&amp;subd=jcritterson&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>See any trends of the Tea Party Movement, radical right wing politicians here?</p>
<p>Those NAZI&#8217;s made a damned good Mercedes though&#8230;</p>
<p align="right">(cited below)</p>
<p>“&#8230;</p>
<p>Origins of Fascism</p>
<p>While socialism (particularly Marxism) came into existence as a clearly formulated theory or program based on a specific interpretation of history, fascism introduced no systematic exposition of its ideology or purpose other than a negative reaction against socialist and democratic egalitarianism. The growth of democratic ideology and popular participation in politics in the 19th cent. was terrifying to some conservative elements in European society, and fascism grew out of the attempt to counter it by forming mass <u>parties based largely on the middle classes and the petty bourgeoisie, exploiting their fear of political domination by the lower classes </u><em>[my underlining]</em>. Forerunners of fascism, such as Georges Boulanger in France and Adolf Stöker and Karl Lueger in Germany and Austria, in their efforts to gain political power played on people&#8217;s fears of revolution with its subsequent chaos, anarchy, and general insecurity. They appealed to nationalist sentiments and prejudices, exploited anti-Semitism , and portrayed themselves as champions of law, order, Christian morality, and the sanctity of private property.</p>
<p>&#8230;</p>
<p>Characteristics of Fascist Philosophy</p>
<p>Fascism, especially in its early stages, is obliged to be antitheoretical and frankly opportunistic in order to appeal to many diverse groups. Nevertheless, a few key concepts are basic to it. First and most important is the glorification of the state and the total subordination of the individual to it. The state is defined as an organic whole into which individuals must be absorbed for their own and the state&#8217;s benefit. This &quot;total state&quot; is absolute in its methods and unlimited by law in its control and direction of its citizens.</p>
<p>A second ruling concept of fascism is embodied in the theory of social Darwinism. The doctrine of survival of the fittest and the necessity of struggle for life is applied by fascists to the life of a nation-state. Peaceful, complacent nations are seen as doomed to fall before more dynamic ones, making struggle and aggressive militarism a leading characteristic of the fascist state. Imperialism is the logical outcome of this dogma.</p>
<p>Another element of fascism is its elitism. Salvation from rule by the mob and the destruction of the existing social order can be effected only by an authoritarian leader who embodies the highest ideals of the nation. This concept of the leader as hero or superman, borrowed in part from the romanticism of Friedrich Nietzsche , Thomas Carlyle , and Richard Wagner , is closely linked with fascism&#8217;s rejection of reason and intelligence and its emphasis on vision, creativeness, and &quot;the will.&quot;</p>
<p>&#8230;</p>
<p>Corporative state</p>
<p>The economic system inaugurated by the Fascist regime of Benito Mussolini in Italy. It was adapted in modified form under other European dictatorships, among them Adolf Hitler&#8217;s National Socialist regime in Germany and the Spanish regime of Francisco Franco. Although the Italian system was based upon unlimited government control of economic life, it still preserved the framework of capitalism. Legislation of 1926 and later years set up guilds, or associations, of employees and employers to administer various sectors of the national economy. These were represented in the national council of corporations. The corporations were generally weighted by the state in favor of the wealthy classes, and they served to combat socialism and syndicalism by absorbing the trade union movement. The Italian corporative state aimed in general at reduced consumption in the interest of militarization. “</p>
<p>Retrieved 25 February 2011, Third World Traveler, <a href="http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Fascism/Fascism_def_char_hx.html">http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Fascism/Fascism_def_char_hx.html</a></p>
<p>I’m not making this up folks. What did the man say? “Bad thing happen when good people do nothing?”</p>
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