Couldn't do anything last few days due to decrepit IE browser. Duct tape and Opera 6.03 barely working now. I-Cab looked much better than this, but wouldn't actually let me post. This let's me post, but lots of stuff doesn't work, like "delete" and "return". Intolerable. Well, since I don't seem able to begin a new paragraph, let me wish you a Merry Christmas. Or something.
"One lesson that I have my grade 10 students do is to animate a Rube Goldberg-style creation called The Incredible Machine. There are many different versions created from term to term but I can't wait to show my students THIS example which is hosted by ytmnd.com." --Pete MacKay, from The teacher List
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our loves because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit that there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafes and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.
A controversial teacher-rating Web site has added a “rebuttals feature” to allow teachers to respond to criticism or compliments they may receive.
The 4-year-old ratemyteachers.com has sparked criticism for allowing students to write anonymous comments about their teachers for anyone with Internet access to see. ("How's Your Teacher? Rate Her Online," Sept. 17, 2003, is printed below this story.)
So far, the site has spurred a significant volume of interaction between students and teachers, and teachers have been enthusiastic about the new response feature, according to the media company that runs RateMyTeachers.
“Since the beginning of the site, teachers have asked for the opportunity to respond to their ratings,” co-founder Michael Hussey said in a statement. “We always encouraged teachers to respond in the classroom, but now, teachers can use RateMyTeachers to further engage students in a safe discussion over the quality of their teaching.”
Teachers can also flag ratings they feel have erroneously slipped past the site’s student reviewers, who remove postings deemed libelous, malicious, or vulgar.
The site now has more than 8 million ratings on about 1 million teachers in more than 47,000 schools across the country, according to Mr. Hussey.
— Joetta L. Sack
Dante has made sci-fi fantasies and thrillers for years, going back to his early horror films, "Piranha" and "The Howling." But with "Homecoming" he emerges as an indignant satirist, as caustic as Dennis Miller or Aaron McGruder. At a campaign strategy meeting after the dead soldiers begin lurching around the country, one consultant jokes, "Why don't we just ignore them, like regular vets."