But That's a Good Thing!

So, we talk about a fair amount of random things as we are driving around the lot, looking for cars that need to be picked up. Somehow or another, we got onto the subject of vaccinations. One of the the guys' wife is a nurse, and he's worked in hospitals. He mentioned the vaccine given to kids for measles, mumps and rubella. A couple of us mentioned having one or two of those during our long-ago childhoods.

One of our resident millennials then asked, "What's mumps?"

We shook our heads and tried to explain.

Like many things in life, mumps is one of those "You had to be there" things.


(I ate a lot of tapioca pudding summer of 1962.)

Twiddling... (Updated)

You may have noticed a couple of small changes in the last few days. I've changed the background picture, removed the Hillary Hydra pic and caption, cleaned up a busted link, and changed the page width slightly.

That is all.

UPDATE: Not quite all - I fixed the Trump clock - I created it using Zulu (UTC) time, instead of East Coast US time, which is the TZ in which he was inaugurated.

Duh.

New Clock

Time Since Trump InaugurationCountup

...and the world hasn't ended.

Women's March, 1960

That is all.

Door. Ass. Bang! (Bumped. Because.) Updated 1/22

Don't Call Us. We'll Call You.

Can't be too soon.

Thanks to Stilton! 

NOTE: Removed the link to the clock. I noticed it was starting to go wonky. Besides, we have the other one above.

Merry Christmas

I was negligent in doing cards this year, so I e-mailed this. Got it to a lot more folks that I would have via snail mail.

Well, mailing Christmas cards is a no-win at this point, as I realized last night, so I thought I'd take a shot at making my own.

The image above is one I found on rummaging through the Interweb. The animation of the water and the reflection resonated with me, and I think it's the best image I can share with you.

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First, I hope this finds you and all of yours warm, safe, happy and well. After all, it has been one of the strangest years I can remember, what with the Cubs winning the World Series.

Here at home, it has been a mixed year. I have a decent part time gig at the Manheim Auto Auction, which pretty much consists of find the car, drive the car, park the car, in a 500+ acre lot holding several thousand cars. Some days I wind up walking several miles, so it provides some exercise.

In general, we are all warm and safe. However, it has been a tough year for the critters. Suzu, my sweet little girl Shiba left us in April. She had been failing slowly for a while, then started to crash in March. I was trying to feed her and get her to drink from a syringe during her last week, but when a Shiba says "No", it means "No!" Turns out she'd had a stroke and her kidneys were failing, so, in consult with the vet, I let her go.

Two months ago, Griffin, my rescue Shiba, went in for a dental cleaning and exam. Whilst he was unconscious, the vet was able to give him a full exam, which was not something you could do while he was awake. Both his knees are 'blown', and he wound up losing all of his teeth. I felt awful about that, but, as the vet suggested, since the extractions, he's been a much happier dog. It seems to have taken a couple of years off his age! (The report I got of his mouth is best summed up as "horror show".)

Finally, the vet also confirmed that Baxter is blind. We did a full blood work-up to see if anything suggested itself as the cause, only to find that he is in really good shape for a cat of 17!

I didn't get as much work done around here as I would have liked to, and gardening suffered a bit, too. I did get quite a harvest of Oregano, Thai Hot and Ghost peppers. The early hail took its toll on the potatoes, which, along with strawberries, were the only other things I planted.  I did wind up with a slew of 'wild' tomatoes, from seeds left from previous plantings and contributions to the compost bin.

Bottom line is that all is good. I feel blessed to have a warm, safe happy place for me and the critters, and for family and friends around the country.

Here's hoping that your Christmas is merry and bright!

Lee (and Grif, Benny, Baxter, Nadia and Missy)

P.S. If you've a mind to, our adventures in Red Lion are chronicled here: Window on Red Lion, and my curmudgeonly rantings and musings are here: Leelu's Place

Baxter

Baxter and I got back from the vet a few minutes ago. Here's what I sent to Jen and friends:

Got Baxter to the vet this morning. He confirmed what I suspected, Baxter is blind. His pupils are responsive to light. which suggests that there was, possibly, a stroke.

We're doing a full blood workup to see if something suggests itself. At his age (17), the likely candidate is kidney issues, followed by a thyroid problem. The goal is to reduce blood pressure, and get his weight back up (he's down to 7 lbs).

The vet suggested an ophthamology consult. But I can't see Baxter wearing glasses.

Should have the results Monday.

Sigh.

Baxter helping me in the office, about a year ago.

And they wonder...

...why I laugh when they complain about traffic back here!

From The Telegraph, via Drudge

Hello, World

Well, as you probably know by now, the election is over.

Yay.

Somewhere about the time of my last post, I burned out. I began to dread going to work - there, I got to listen to Rush, and my co-workers' thoughts and opinions. I love the people I work with, but conversations based on the crap fed to those who watch/listen the media are, I find, depressing.

Media Rules:

1. EVERYTHING is entertainment.
2. Everything is designed to get eyeballs and ears on the Product.
3. You are what the media sells in order to make money.
4. Follow the money - who pays the media?

It seems mostly that the rabble are being roused and the set loose, bumping into walls and veering off in a new direction like an old robot toy. But to do what? I found myself saying to they guys, "OK. I agree, X is horrible and terrible. What are You, personally, going to do about it? How are you going to take action to stop/change/fix X?"

Mostly, making friends with shoes happened.

So, anyway, now the really fun part - the actual governing of a highly divided citizenry. If you thought the yelling and screaming from the politicians, pundits, and media was bad before, "Wait for it." (Radar O'Reilly)

I shall sum up my feeling about it visually:

 

More, later.  (Maybe invest in popcorn futures...)

Pinned (For Now) (Bumped)

I know the guy is wearing a shirt w/ the Euro flag on it, but this still apples to us. #ObamasLegacy

#ArmUp

Coming soon to an event near you.

Via Gerard.

Update, via Weasel Zippers:

 One every four days or so. So, there's that.

Demon's Nest - Kissing

I would love to see this:

Fifteen Years...

Live coverage starts at 22:11 - (Part 1 of 13. Part 2 starts automatically.)

The BBC's coverage, which I found myself watching more than any U.S. channel when I got home that night:

Arm up.

Relationship Notes...

...found at Gerard's

 

Better to ask "How bad is it?" (Have box of tissues and/or body armor at hand.)

No reply is your first clue...

Some Thoughts on ITT Tech...

As you might know, I moved back to the East Coast in 2007, to take a job as a full-time instructor of Linux at ITT Tech in Owings Mills, Md. That job helped to start my climb out of the nuclear crater that my life had become in Southern California.

This is the Owings Mills campus, where I worked for about 3 1/2 years.

 
When I started there, it was a campus under development. The first graduation I attended had 19 graduates. The school was just over 2 years old. In the first two years I was there, enrollment grew from around 400 to over 1,000, and more faculty came on board. We had over 40 full-time instructors, more than any other camps in the system. That made us an expensive campus to maintain. Assuming my salary was about average (mid $50s), they were looking at an academic payroll in the neighborhood of $2 million. This was fine as long as we were high rolling and growing. For a while, we were the darling of the system - everyone should be like us.

Of course, that stopped. Say what you will but it started to roll off right after the 2008 election. One of the ladies in the career center told me that job openings dried up, because employers were uncertain about the economy. And, enrollments started to level off.

By 2010, things started to change. The new dean was a 'fixer', brought in to turn the campus around.  (Or get the regional manager's bonus money back up to where it was before 2009. We're not sure, but that was the bet.)  Those of us who had worked in real corporate jobs could see it coming and couldn't stop it. The best we could do was hang on until the inevitable firing for cause. (Cheaper, no unemployment benefits that way.)

Let me explain how all that worked.

First rule of any business - cash in must exceed cash out. A $2 million plus yearly instructor bill was the first place to look. Do the math. I taught 24 classes per year, four terms, six classes each. That worked out to (approximately) $2,300 per class. Top paid adjunct made $1,500 per class. And were more easily disposed of - no firings, just "Sorry, don't have any classes for you..." They were required to have full time instructors, but that requirement was satisfied by the Department Chairs, who were also required to take a teaching load.

So, how could they sweep us out? Easy.

The first couple of years in business, the school was able to reach the target demographic - people in their early 20s who were working somewhere as "assistant managers", wearing a name tag and working un-Godly hours because they were "management".  My experience with these folks was that  they were generally good students, and were fairly well prepared for a two-year college level program.  But it seemed like they started to run out of these candidates not too long after I arrived on campus. We started getting what we snidely referred to as "the cream of the Baltimore City school system". And the Maryland Correctional system.

The problems we faced were not because they were from Baltimore, or had been incarcerated. The problem, in a nutshell, was that many (not all) of them were not ready for college. At some point in the enrollment process, each student took tests in basic math and literacy. If they fell below a certain point, they were supposed to get assistance in order to bring up their skills. That didn't happen. Instructors were willing to do it, but the school would/could not pay them to do it, because it was not part of any curriculum.

As a result, I had one student who I am sure was dyslexic. His answer to a question about the 'home directory' in Linux devolved into a blurb about home construction. He was the classic 'deer in the headlights' when another professor was drilling him about a network design. He came to me afterwords, almost in tears because he locked up and couldn't answer any of the questions posed. I got some books and tried working with him, but I don't think I was able to accomplish anything with him, except perhaps to know that someone cared. (He gave me a rose at his graduation ceremony. I still shake my head about the whole thing.)

So, here's the catch in all of this. Instructors were measured on "retention" and "student success". Which, in a sane corporation, are good standards. If an instructor is losing students, and the ones remaining are not passing classes, and/or not  graduating, then that instructor is not doing his or her job. But, given the student's lack of preparation for college, and school's lack of support in helping the be ready once they got there, meeting the success and retention standard was almost impossible.

As a rough rule of thumb, if a student missed three classes in a row, they were automatically dropped from the class. After each class, instructors were required to phone each absent student, if they had not previously told the instructor they would be absent that day. We were required to put a note into the students electronic file about the attempt to contact them. Phoning didn't work, but we discovered that texting did.

Some students played the PAAPAA... game - present, then two absences, then present so they wouldn't be dropped, lather, rinse, repeat. Needless to say, their academic performance suffered as a result.

Student success was measured on a rolling percentage of students who passed the classes we taught. Given the circumstance I described above, that was difficult at best. That is, if one was to to it honestly. I can honestly say that I never gave a grade that I was not able to support had I been questioned about it. But, my words and phrasing would probably been chosen carefully in some instances. For me, it was a matter of scrutinizing the grey areas of a student's work, to see if I could honestly up the grade enough so he would pass.

I gather others did some things that were outside of what I would call honest, like throwing out quiz and test questions that everyone missed, and calculating the grade on the net number of questions, instead of the actual number.

My numbers were never stellar, and I was called into Dean Fixer's office and warned that I Needed To Improve Or Else. I handed them the excuse to fire me instead.

We were on a field trip to a vendor conference in D.C. Late in the afternoon, I got bored, went outside, and went into a garden bar and grill next door. And had a beer. As you do at vendor shows.

A couple of weeks later, I was called in to Dean Fixer's office again, and let go because I had been Drinking at a School Function, which was considered a 'No Tolerance' offense.

And here I am.

The problem with ITT Owings Mills, as I see it, was this. They were bringing in students, many of whom were not ready for or capable of college work. This automatically put the instructors in a difficult spot in terms of their performance metrics, if they wanted to teach and grade honestly. (By the way, I hate the word 'ethical'. It's a poor substitute for 'honest'.) If a student was ready, and willing to do the work, they could get a good, solid education in their chosen field.

We had good teachers, and good materials. For the most part, we lacked students who were ready for college. And that is where ITT as a company failed.

Happy Birthday, Martha!

From somewhen early in the last century:

Absent Martha, I'm taking a swag at the others in the picture. Martha is the young lady on the right. On her right, the little one is Margaret, next to her is Clarence ('Tuffy').

The two boys in the back are Hans and Ralph ('Doc'). I'm not really sure which is which, but I suspect that Hans is the  rightmost most of the two. He always appeared to be the most 'sober' of the two, but the was the top joker amongst the boys.

My best guess for the young woman behind Martha is Grandma Evah, and that she would have been in her early 30s.

So, Martha, 104, Gladys 105, and Dad 98. Happy Birthday, Mom!!

Demon's Nest

...that is all.

World Demo Day

Go, read  the whole thing at Gerard's!! 

(I favor Mecca, Teheran, and Ryhad, in no particular order.)

WWJD?

Kick ass and take names...

Via Gerard, because he's on a roll.

Meanwhie, In Munich...

Start of the Munich shooting. Heads up, it's graphic.

Shamelessly stolen from PJ Media.

Pass It On

WARNING: *Very Graphic*



"Want to help the Western world and help prevent attacks like this in the future?

Then spread this video and all like it. It is time that the anger and awareness of Western peoples reached fever pitch. There is no point being constantly insulated from the violent truth, especially when tens of millions of people indulge in Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead, watch horror films, and play video games where players maim and kill others.
"Whether they realized it or not, every person who voted for leftwing parties in recent French elections, and even the "center-right" UMP, voted for the continuation of terror attacks. Every other competitive party but the National French have shown no interest in tackling the immigration disaster that is fueling terrorist attacks, ethnic minority crime and overall cultural capitulation from Paris to Nice. The Socialists and UMP were so scared of the National Front that they even banded together to make sure it did not succeed. That said, the main blame can be attributed to French voters themselves, who were too interested in idealized and fake happy narratives than preventing more of the attacks and social disunity that otherwise make them weep and complain."

Lifted bodily from Gerard. Because he said to.