Build Strong Bodies? Yes, But Not at the Expense of the Arts

The Texas Legislature is in session, and, as always, a lot of the bills before it have to do with education. One in particular looks fairly harmless on the surface:

Flabby schoolchildren would get more exercise under a Senate bill passed Wednesday that sets firm standards for daily physical education in kindergarten through the eighth grade.

The measure by Sen. Jane Nelson, R-Lewisville, would require all school districts to put their students through "moderate or vigorous" physical activity each day for at least 30 minutes – or a minimum 135 minutes per week if daily sessions are impractical because of scheduling conflicts.

The plan is the latest in a longstanding attempt to restore P.E. as a pillar of public education. The subject that made dodgeball a household name has taken a back seat to classes that give students a jump-start on high school credit or boost their chances of passing standardized tests, P.E. supporters say.

So far, so good. But later in the story (as always, read the whole thing), somebody brings up a very good point:

But critics of Ms. Nelson's bill say an expansion of P.E. will push kids to drop music classes at the most formative time of their lives.

"If you wait until they're in college to try and instill a love of the arts in them, you often have waited until it's too late," said Dee Franklin, a retired fundraiser for the arts in Dallas.

Eighth-graders at Renner Middle School in Plano, for instance, have room for two elective classes a year. That would shrink to one elective because of P.E., said Lauren Gould, an assistant band director.

Ms. Gould worries overachievers will cast aside band, choir or orchestra in favor of foreign language classes, which count as high school credit.

"Nobody's going to play in sixth and seventh grade, skip a year and then re-enter band in high school," she said.

Ms. Gould told hundreds of Plano parents in an e-mail that the proposal "would virtually destroy music programs throughout the state."

OK, now you're hitting me where I live. There's no reason to push P.E. at the expense of the arts--especially music, which really needs to be started at the middle-school level in order to achieve a certain level of proficiency by the end of high school. It's not unheard of to start an instrument at the high school level, but, seeing as how one is expected to move around a football field in formations while playing, it would be very, very tough.

I've discussed at length on this blog why I feel that the arts are an important component of a basic, well-rounded education; including them in the curriculum will raise the overall value of an education and it can even help bring about success in the corporate world. Physical activity is important, but let's not throw out an equally important class in the process.

Thinking back to my own middle-school days, it occurred to me that we didn't have that problem. I had to take P.E. during all three years of middle school, save for a one-semester exemption in seventh grade because I was taking both band and a foreign language. We had the same seven-period day that my district has now, so it makes me wonder: What class has been added to the curriculum since then that would cause this logjam, and is that class as necessary as either P.E. or music?

I don't have time to do the research on that question at the moment (maybe some of my teacher friends who read this blog can help me out here), but I would encourage the Legislature to work harder before passing this bill into law. Surely, there's a compromise that won't be as costly as the current legislation.

Triskaidekaphilia: Did you do anything differently today because it was Friday the 13th? And did you encounter anyone named Jason along the way? (The only Jason in my teaching studio had his lesson several days ago.)

Riders of the storm: And how about that huge storm that hit the area today? I trust that all my local readers are OK, and I'm glad that my neighborhood wasn't quite in the path of the tornado that seemed to be going eastward across the Metroplex. Did anyone actually take cover in a closet when the sirens went off?

Blogiversary

The Musings of Kev is four years old today. Back in 2003 when I started this thing, I had no idea what this would become. I had never read a "professional" blog in my life; the only ones I'd seen were those of individuals who kept a sort of daily online journal for an audience in the single digits. And while The Musings has never enjoyed a wide audience, I have had the pleasure of receiving hits from all over the place, especially thanks to the Maynard tribute review. I've had the opportunity to speak out on a wide variety of issues (I dabbled in journalism in college, and I've always sort of thought of this forum as my regular "column"), and I've even made a few friends through blogging.

This has been a crazy semester for me, and there have been plenty of times when I've started a post but not finished it until a day--or even a week--later. But thanks for hanging in there and giving me a bit of your time. I'll continue to do my best to make it a worthwhile stop for you along the information superhighway.

So it goes.

I just read the news a few moments ago: Kurt Vonnegut has left the building.

Kurt Vonnegut, the satirical novelist who captured the absurdity of war and questioned the advances of science in darkly humorous works such as "Slaughterhouse-Five" and "Cat's Cradle," died Wednesday. He was 84.

Vonnegut, who often marveled that he had lived so long despite his lifelong smoking habit, had suffered brain injuries after a fall at his Manhattan home weeks ago, said his wife, photographer Jill Krementz.

The author of at least 19 novels, many of them best-sellers, as well as dozens of short stories, essays and plays, Vonnegut relished the role of a social critic. He lectured regularly, exhorting audiences to think for themselves and delighting in barbed commentary against the institutions he felt were dehumanizing people.

"I will say anything to be funny, often in the most horrible situations," Vonnegut, whose watery, heavy-lidded eyes and unruly hair made him seem to be in existential pain, once told a gathering of psychiatrists.

I didn't always agree with his political statements of late, but I really enjoyed his novels; I devoted an entire six-weeks of Comparative Novels, a cool senior English elective, to his work (and received an A for my efforts).

The title of this post refers to what the narrator in Slaughterhouse-Five whenever someone dies, so I thought it fitting to send Mr. Vonnegut off in that manner as well. I'll be back tomorrow with a "blogiversary" post; until then, you can decide whether or not you want to wear sunscreen (the greatest quote that Vonnegut never spoke).

More on the Josh Bell Experiment

I left the previous post at the top for an extra day just to see if more people would read and comment on it. (Oh yeah, and I was busy yesterday as well.)

Anyway, I had meant to add my own take on the situation, since I've certainly been in situations where I've played what I refer to as "wallpaper" music--at wedding receptions, awards ceremonies at the school, private parties, and the like. I'll admit that the first time I ever played for a group that didn't clap when we finished a tune (and sometimes didn't even acknowledge our presence at all), I was a bit taken aback, but after a while, you get used to it. And I'm certainly not saying that I'm as accomplished as Josh Bell or anything, but our performances did have one thing in common with his subway station sojourn: People aren't sure how to respond to something artistic when it's stripped of its usual context.

For that matter, it's not always appreciated when it is in context; most of the "jazz clubs" in Dallas are actually restaurants, so there will always be some people who are there to hear the music and others who are--sometimes rather loudly--doing business deals on their cell phones while someone is in the middle of a masterful solo. This can't be avoided all the time, but the most attentive hosts will at least try to seat the nonlisteners away from the band if at all possible. Still, it amazes me that something that my friends and I would pay big bucks to see in a concert hall is serving as someone else's wallpaper; that's some pretty exquisite wallpaper there, buddy. (I've discussed the concept of the wallpaper gig in a previous post.)

Also weighing in on the Bell story is James Lileks, in this morning's Bleat. He has a cool little gizmo on his page where he can embed a musical selection, so in line with the Bell post, he has a snippet of the coda of Paganini's first violin concerto (not played by Bell, but used to illustrate the passage's difficulty). As you listen, do what Lileks suggests and ponder all of the little minutiae of an impending workday; would you stop and listen if you heard this being played live on the way to work?

UPDATE: LIleks' Friday Daily Quirk column for the Star-Tribune is entitled If Josh Bell read this aloud in the skyways, would anyone listen? It's a clever piece as well, as Lileks imagines the classical-music version of the Def Jam: Icon game.

This idea really stinks: The city of Ogden, Utah is considering setting up a panel to discover and remove bad odors in the city.

If a Tree Falls Violin Plays in the Forest Subway Station...

..would anybody notice?

This is not a hypothetical question, by the way. It happened recently in a Metro station in Washington, D.C. during morning rush hour. The experiment went like this: Would people stop and pay attention to a guy, dressed in jeans, T-shirt and a baseball cap, playing nondescript classics flawlessly on the violin? Would they stop and listen? If his case were open, with a few dollars already tossed inside, how many people would toss in a buck or two?

Here's the kicker: The violinist was the onetime child prodigy Joshua Bell, who's used to wearing all black for his gigs, which can command up to $100 a seat in the nosebleed section. So how many people stopped to listen? Did anyone recognize him in street clothes? And did he even earn as much money in that 43 minutes as someone would pay for a single seat to one of his normal shows?

The people who walked through the station on that January morning faced many other questions as well:

Each passerby had a quick choice to make, one familiar to commuters in any urban area where the occasional street performer is part of the cityscape: Do you stop and listen? Do you hurry past with a blend of guilt and irritation, aware of your cupidity but annoyed by the unbidden demand on your time and your wallet? Do you throw in a buck, just to be polite? Does your decision change if he's really bad? What if he's really good? Do you have time for beauty? Shouldn't you? What's the moral mathematics of the moment?

For the answers to these and other questions, read the whole story here. There's some great philosophical stuff in there, as well as some more questions:

• If a great musician plays music but no one hears...was he really any good?


• Why would a guy who's played before royalty get somewhat nervous about playing for passersby in a subway station? ("When you play for ticket-holders," Bell explains, "you are already validated. I have no sense that I need to be accepted. I'm already accepted. Here, there was this thought: What if they don't like me? What if they resent my presence . . .")


• And here's the big one: Does context matter? In other words, to properly appreciate beauty, must the viewing conditions be optimal?

Thanks to Brother Earl on the fraternity listserv for this one; it's one of the best stories I've read online in a while.

IN THE COMMENTS: A reader points to a blog post by a lady who plays musical saw (really!) in the New York subway system; she has a different take on the Bell story.

The Apple has fallen far from the tree, many times over: Congrats to Apple (maker of the wonderful device on which I'm typing this post), for selling its 100 millionth iPod.

If this is true, I must be Imelda Marcos: In a column from last week, James Lileks floats the idea that music collections are a guy's version of a woman's shoe closet.

The Bunny Pages

Happy Easter to all of you Musings readers who so celebrate. (And for those who don't celebrate the sacred side of the holiday, enjoy that chocolate bunny on general principle.) I'll take most of today as a holiday as well, but here's some of the funny stuff I've come across recently...

"Ace" trumped "age" for this lady: A California woman scored a hole-in-one in golf at the age of 102. (This reminds me of my grandmother, who broke 200 in bowling--something I have yet to do--in her mid-80's.)

This joke was taxing their patience: It turns out that the announcement that a region in Belgium was about to impose a tax on barbecuing (to offset global warming) was nothing more than an April Fool's joke.

You can play this in the key of P: When I was studying clarinet in undergrad school, I always joked about wanting to turn the instrument into a lamp once I passed my proficiency barrier. But here's someone who turned a baritone horn into a toilet (or was it an alto horn? It's hard to get a sense of scale on this thing). More crazy commodes here.

Stupid criminals of the week: When robbing a restaurant, it's best to make sure that the bag you're taking is actually full of money, and not just leftover bread, like this hapless couple in Australia. To add injury to insult--yes, I meant to state it that way--the man's gun accidentally discharged, wounding his female accomplice in the stomach, as he tried to take the manager's car keys.

Sheep thrills: You've no doubt heard of the tradition of dyeing bunnies and chicks in bright colors so they could be sold as Easter pets. Now a Scottish farmer has dyed some of his sheep red, much to the confusion of passing motorists.

Evidently, They're Dreaming of a White Easter

I have no intention of injecting this blog into the global-warming debate, but, whether it's a trend or a fluke, this winter sure has been colder than usual around here. So while I wasn't completely surprised, it was still rather odd to wake up on the day before Easter (Easter Eve? Good Saturday?) and hear talk of possible snow tomorrow in Amarillo and a chance of flurries today in this area. (A friend told me a little while ago that one of his friends, who lives a few miles south of here, had texted him earlier in the morning to say that there were in fact flurries coming down, but my friend wasn't awake to confirm it, and if there were flurries here, none of them reached the ground.)

Still, the concept of a white Easter is intriguing; imagine the adaptations that would have to be made to the usual traditions:

• Easter Egg Hunt--The upside? Much easier to hide the eggs. (But the downside is that a lot of them would get stepped on during the hunt)


• Chocolate bunnies--They won't melt in the car if you take them to lunch with you.


• Ladies' Easter hats and bonnets--Well, you certainly need to wear something on your head when it snows. Anyone want to start the new tradition of the Easter hoodie?


• Traditional outdoor sunrise service at church--Umm, no thanks. In a word, brrrrrrr!

UPDATE: By the end of the day, there had been no sign of snow in my neck of the woods, though it was quite odd to, in the midst of my evening errands, be driving around 1) wearing a hoodie, 2) running the heater in the car, and 3) listening to a baseball game on the radio. I felt bad for the die-hards who were out at the Rangers game tonight in what could only be called "great football weather"--the radio team said that the temperature at Rangers Ballpark was 38 degrees in the second inning.

This has been one of the craziest winters on record (even though it's not officially winter anymore). The inevitable warmup will come soon enough, but let's see how long we can hold out here at Casa de Kev before turning on the air conditioner; I almost had to do so at the beginning of the week, but the cold hit the next day. Anyone want to make a prediction on how long I can hold out with ceiling fans alone?

Silly punishment: A student was suspended for coming to school wearing pirate garb; the student said that his reilgious beliefs (he calls himself a "Pastafarian" who believes the world was created by the Flying Spaghetti Monster) require him to wear "full pirate regalia."

Even sillier punishment: And in California, of all places, a student was suspended from school for wearing Winnie-the-Pooh socks.

But here's a completely sensible punishment: A recent Northwest Airlines flight was canceled after pilot began dropping F-bombs during a cell phone conversation and ranting at passengers as they boarded the plane.

Horn of Too-Much-Plenty?

Here's something you don't hear every day: I think I'm allergic to my own saxophone case at the moment.

I should give you some backstory: We had a gig with the evening combo last night--a private reception for someone running for city council in one of our local municipalities. The reception was held in a beautifully-renovated older house that looked brand-new; whoever was in charge of the renovation had done a bang-up job. (I could also tell, by glancing through the large picture windows out back, that they had some cool stuff; even the TV in the kids' playroom put mine to shame.)

We had been told we'd be playing in a "breezeway," which turned out to be the size of my living room. Said breezeway opened onto a porch with a spectacular view of the nearby golf course, and in the middle of that porch was a circular fire pit; seeing as how the temperature was dropping all night, that pit was in use, so the sweet smell of what I would later find out was pinyon wood was wafting through the area for the duration of our performance.

We played along a side wall of the breezeway, facing the main part of the house, and the horn section stood right in front of a woodpile. Some of us even stored our cases right next to it, but we were never in the way of our host whenever he needed to refresh the fire a bit.

I noticed as we were leaving that my clothes had the distinct aroma of firewood, so I changed right after I got home. But I was quite surprised this morning, while teaching my two lessons (yes, Kev works holidays if someone wants to learn), that the same eau de pinyon wood was also emanating from my alto case over twelve hours after the gig.

The issue here is that, of all the things I'm allergic to, trees, weeds and grasses top the list. I actually found myself sneezing quite a bit during both lessons. So if I'm really temporarily allergic to my horn case today, it's a good thing it's a holiday. I guess I'll air out the case for the rest of the day and limit any further playing to the tenor.

Another blessing of technology: Your iPod can save your life! Or at least it did for this soldier.

Funnies of the day: Murphy's Lesser-Known Laws, by Neal Boortz. (And let's not forget Murphy's Law of Auto Mechanics, as conjured up by my ownself.)

I'd Vote for This in a New York Minute

I received an interesting email a day or two ago, and it's worth printing in its entirety:

WHY WAIT UNTIL 2008? THERE IS AN ELECTION IN 2007. I HEREWITH FIRMLY
STATE THAT I WILL NOT VOTE FOR ANY POLITICIAN, REGARDLESS OF THE OTHER
ISSUES, IF HE DOES NOT SPONSOR AND SUPPORT THE FOLLOWING LEGISLATION.
THAT INCLUDES EVERYONE STANDING FOR ELECTION IN 2007.

IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU ARE REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT!

KEEP IT GOING!!!!

2008 Election Issue!!

GET A BILL STARTED TO PLACE ALL POLITICIANS ON SOC. SEC.

This must be an issue in "2008" Please! Keep it going.

SOCIAL SECURITY:

(This is worth reading. It is short and to the point.)

Perhaps we are asking the wrong questions during election years.

Our Senators and Congresswomen DO NOT pay into Social Security and, of
course, they do not collect from it.

You see, Social Security benefits were not suitable for persons of their
rare elevation in society. They felt they should have a special plan for
themselves. So, many years ago they voted in their own benefit plan.

In more recent years, no congressperson has felt the need to change it.
After all, it is a great plan.

For all practical purposes their plan works like this:

When they retire, they continue to draw the same pay until they die.

Except it may increase from time to time for cost of living
adjustments..

For example, Senator Byrd and Congressman White and their wives may
expect to draw $7,800,000.00 (that's Seven Million, Eight-Hundred
Thousand Dollars), with their wives drawing $275, 000.00 during the last
years of their lives.

This is calculated on an average life span for each of those two
Dignitaries.

Younger Dignitaries who retire at an early age, will receive much more
during the rest of their lives.

Their cost for this excellent plan is $0.00. NADA..! ZILCH...

This little perk they voted for themselves is free to them. You and I
pick up the tab for this plan. The funds for this fine retirement plan
come directly from the General Funds;

"OUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK "!

From our own Social Security Plan, which you and I pay (or have paid)
into, every payday until we retire (which amount is matched by our
employer). We can expect to get an average of $1,000 per month after
retirement.

Or, in other words, we would have to collect our average of $1,000
monthly benefits for another 68 years and one (1) month to equal
Senator! Bill Bradley's benefits!

Social Security could be very good if only one small change were made.

That change would be to:

Jerk the Golden Fleece Retirement Plan from under the Senators and
Congressmen. Put them into the Social Security plan with the rest of us

Then sit back.....

And see how fast they would fix it.

If enough people receive this, maybe a seed of awareness will be planted
and maybe good changes will evolve.

How many people CAN you send this to?

Better yet.....

How many people WILL you send this to ?

I'm in total agreement with this. As I said a few months ago, I believe that it's time to return the government to the people, and two effective ways to do that are through term limits and having no special entitlement programs (such as Social Security and health care) for members of Congress that aren't also enjoyed by the average Joe on the street. And unlike some people, I strongly disagree with the idea that there should be a "ruling class" in this country that receives special privileges for the duration of their lives.

Incidentally, here's my response to the "ruling class" guy, in the comments to his post on the subject:

I'm sorry, but this is a complete and utter load of crap. Once there's a "ruling class," they start making one set of rules for themselves and another for "the rest of us." This is exactly why we need term limits for Congress (12 years, max), and have all the members while in office, be subject to the same things we are (i.e. no special Congressional health care plan, etc.). This needs to happen sooner rather than later, so that we can return to the concept of the "citizen-legislator" developed by the Framers.

Again, it would take a lot of courage for Congress to pass legislation that would take away their special perks; the only way to really achieve this is to elect new members who will follow through with this legislation once they're elected instead of getting caught up in the perks and power of Washington. I think this process needs to start sooner, rather than later.

Poorly-written headline of the week: Man Shot by Pistol Thrown in the Trash

Wouldn't this be called HRWI or something? An Alabama woman was charged with DWI...while on horseback.

I Think Thelonious Would Approve

I read an encouraging story this week: The Thelonious Monk Institute is moving its performance program from L.A. to New Orleans' Loyola University:

One of jazz's most prestigious organizations is on its way to the genre's spiritual home.

[...]To celebrate the move, jazz pianist Herbie Hancock, saxophonist Wayne Shorter and trumpeter Terence Blanchard - a New Orleans native - planned to join the program's incoming class for a performance at Loyola on Monday.

Only a handful of students are chosen for the graduate-level college program, previously based at the University of Southern California. The selection process lasts for several months and includes several national and regional auditions.

"It's the best out there," said Elizabeth Dalferes, a spokeswoman for Loyola, where the program will be based for the next four years.

Dalferes said several factors led the Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz to move its jazz performance program to New Orleans. Among them: the city's appreciation for jazz, its mission to preserve jazz music and heritage and the space and programs already available at Loyola, she said.

Read the whole thing. As i noted just over a year ago, when I went there for the Loyola Jazz Festival, there are a lot of things that have come back to life in post-Katrina New Orleans, but the city--and its universities--could still use a shot in the arm. The Monk Institute is an extremely prestigious outfit; its annual competition has jump-started the career of such jazz luminaries as Joey DeFrancesco, Jane Monheit, Marcus Roberts, Jacky Terrasson, Ryan Kisor, and the esteemed saxophonist J.R. Shedroff. (Who's that last one? Well, you may know him as this guy, who uses his first and middle names professionally.) Having the institute's performance program located in the birthplace of jazz will be a boon for all concerned. I applaud this effort, and I bet Monk would do the same.

Another story of musical achievement in the face of hardship: Italian researchers are assembling a library of music composed by people who lived and died in World War II prisons and concentration camps; a set of CD's of some of the music is also being recorded.

Something New I Learned Today...

Would you believe that, at this moment, it's illegal to play the variety of poker known as "Texas hold-em" here in Texas? (You don't see them outlawing Brussels sprouts in the Belgian capital, though I'm sure many people would be in favor of such a thing.)

Fortunately, the Texas Legislature is working to change that situation with a bill that's before a state House committee today. It would only allow such legal games in establishments that already have a gaming or liquor license, but it certainly makes sense to me; as someone on the radio pointed out today, poker is much more a "game of skill" than a lottery, and the police--who have better things to do with their time anyway--have conceded that the current law is difficult to enforce.

I say bring it on, along with a few well-regulated casinos. Why should Louisiana and Oklahoma get all the Texas money in those areas?

The best government decision I've seen in quite some time: The FCC ruled today that airline passengers still aren't allowed to use cellphones when the plane is in flight. Can you give me a "Hallelujah"?

This will be painful for him when they slow-dance: The world's tallest man (a 7-foot-9 tribal herdsman from Inner Mongolia) has married a woman who's five-foot-six. (She's also half his age, not that there's anything wrong with that.)

Speaking of big: Meanwhile, in Austraila, an environmental group last week announced the capture of a giant toad the size of a small dog.

It Requires a Different Kind of "Swing," But I Still Dig It

I've made note of Opening Day in baseball pretty much every year that I've been on this blog (as well as the last day of last season just six months and one day ago), so I tip my (fitted) cap to it again this year as well. My beloved Rangers, they of the new manager and continued unbridled optimism, open on the road in Anaheim tonight (they're playing as we speak), and, as always, I'll be out at many games this season, thanks to the ticket vouchers I get as presents from my sister and her family every Christmas. (As a special bonus, they're playing a game on my birthday for the first time in several years, so there'll be a giant hang on that day for sure.)

Why do I love baseball so much? Well, as I've noted before, I believe that it reflects many of the things that are great about America, and it can even be compared to jazz. (It was also the only sport that I played as a kid in which I wasn't just horrible. In stark contrast to baseball, Kev + playing football = Bad News.)

It is my intention, as I've done for the past few years, to hit the "sleep" button on my alarm clock and listen to the rest of the game until I drift off to dreamland. In that moment, I'll have a sort of connection with every kid in the past century who snuck a transistor radio under the sheets to catch those last few post-bedtime innings, and I'll know that, no matter what else is going on in the world, some things remain timeless classics. Play ball!

A broadcaster's nightmare: Check out this story about the weird names of athletes in Cuba, home of Danger Guerrero, Jokel Gil, and 400 different baseball players whose first names begin with the letter Y.

Better late than never: The Waukesha, Wisconsin police recently received an envelope with payment for a parking ticket written in 1980. The anonymous envelope included $1 for the ticket and a $3 late fee.

This One Deserves Its Own Post

Me and Bob Mintzer. As I've said, he's a first-class player and a top-notch human being, and it was great to have him as our guest artist this weekend. I can't wait to hear the recordings; I'll treasure this experience for the rest of my days.

A Little April Foolishness

Jazz festival is over, and it went very well. The portion where all the schools performed went quite smoothly, the college band did a fine job, and Bob Mintzer is not only a wonderful player, but an extremely nice person to be around.

UPDATE: And I got a picture with him too.

Not a lot of sleep has been had for the past several days, and I have yet another full day ahead. Since it's April Fool's Day, rather than come up with some sort of elaborate prank, I figured I'd just pass on the two funniest jokes I heard all weekend (being around musicians, the jokes have to do with music, but most readers of this blog play or listen to music as it is, so I figure I'm not going too far out of my element here).

JOKE #1: A kid gets a guitar for his fifteenth birthday, and his dad decides to enroll him in lessons. After the first week, the dad comes home from work and asks his son, "So, Son, how did lessons go this week?" The son replied, "Oh, Dad, it was great! I learned the C chord!" He then proceeds to play the C chord over and over again, ad nauseam, driving the whole rest of the house crazy.

After the second week, the dad again comes home from work and asks his son, "So, Son, how did lessons go this week?" The son replied, "Oh, Dad, it was great! I learned the G chord!" He then proceeds to play the G chord over and over again, ad nauseam, driving the whole rest of the house crazy.

After the third week, the dad comes home from work and asks his son the same question. The son replies, "I didn't go to lessons this week." The dad looking surprised, says, "What do you mean, didn't go to lessons? What happened?"

The son replied, "I got a gig."

JOKE #2: Kenny G walks into an elevator and says, "Man, this place is happening!!"

Feel free to add your own (clean) music jokes, or tell me how much you liked/hated those two, in the comments.

They got the jump on foolishness: Eighteen students at a Long Island middle school got sick after some classmates laced their doughnuts with laxatives.

School Bored?

No matter what your profession, I think everyone has been to a meeting like this--one where we secretly wished we could play a game like this for real:

HOW TO STAY AWAKE IN TEACHER IN-SERVICES: OFFERED AS A PUBLIC SERVICE...

Do you keep falling asleep in teacher meetings and in-services?

Here's a way to change all of that.

1. Before (or during) your next meeting, in-service or staff development, prepare yourself by drawing a square. I find that 5" x 5" is a good size.

Divide the card into columns-five across and five down. That will give you 25 one-inch blocks.

2. Write one of the following words/phrases in each block:
* no child left behind
* test scores
* core competencies
* communication
* standards
* multiple exposures
* benchmarks
* proactive
* win-win
* think outside the box
* action plan
* result-driven
* assessments
* knowledge base
* at the end of the day
* touch base
* mindset
* differentiated
* retention
* skills
* background knowledge
* effective learning
* exemplars
* implementation
* reflection

3. Check off the appropriate block when you hear one of those words/phrases.

4. When you get five blocks horizontally, vertically, or diagonally stand up and shout "BULLS---!"

TESTIMONIALS from satisfied "Bulls--- Bingo" players:
-- "I had been in the meeting for only five minutes when I won."
- Adam W., Atlanta

-- "My attention span at in-services has improved dramatically. " - David T., Orlando

-- "What a gas! Staff development will never be the same for me after my first win." - Dan J., New York City

-- "The atmosphere was tense in the last in-service as 14 of us waited for the fifth box." - Ben G, Denver

-- "The speaker was stunned as eight of us screamed 'BULLS---! for the third time in two hours. The Bulls--- Bingo Championship will be played at the next inservice." -Rod H., Nashville

(Hat tip: M.C. And sanitized for your protection.)

Since my particular teaching job doesn't require me to go to either in-services or staff meetings at the moment, it's been a while since i've had to experience this sort of thing. (The big problem I can see with making music teachers go to "regular" in-services is that so much of what they do doesn't apply to us and vice versa.) At any rate, I got a laugh out of the above; feel free to share your own in-service or business meeting stories in the comments if you wish.

It's a dog's life, part 1: A Maryland woman started choking on a piece of fruit that became lodged in her throat, but her dog saved her life by standing on her chest and attempting a canine version of the Heimlich maneuver. The woman "still has pawprint-shaped bruises on [her] chest" but is otherwise fine.

It's a dog's life, part 2: A pair of formerly-abandoned Labrador retriever siblings who were adopted out to separate families became reunited while at doggie day-care recently. Key quote: "Mack and her husband Curt said they're hoping to set up play dates outside the daycare for the two long-lost Labs."

Spam? A Lot!

I'm sure that anyone who has even a single email account (and especially those like myself, with four or more of them) have seen quite a bit of spam lately. I don't get a lot in my individual account, but I'm also the listowner for two fraternity listservs, so I get to reject all the stuff that gets caught in the blocking software. One thing that I've noticed lately is that the subjects of these emails are getting funnier and funnier, and more than a few of them seem to follow a certain formula: Preposition/(occasional verb)/preposition/noun. But all of them are nonsense, which is at least amusing. I was saving these for that proverbial rainy day, but today (a day when most of my time is spent preparing for jazz festival) sure fits the bill. Here goes:

• In banish from mitten


• At whoever cutlass


• Or gloucester so numb


• Of cadaverous till campanile


• It bookie on care


• Have of reptile


• Have excruciate a counselor


• As monologue my shin


• To at zucchini


• My author my campbell


• He sharpshoot at sieze


• Of no barracuda

Ever get an email like that? Add to the collection in the comments.

Panda express, part 1: Researchers in China are using panda excrement to make paper (don't worry--they thoroughly clean it first!). Now say this ten times fast: "Panda poop pulp paper."

Panda express, part 2: And over in Thailand, a zoo's male panda, who's been having trouble mating, is watching panda porn in an effort to both get in the mood and figure out how he's supposed to go about things. (If I'm reading this story correctly, this is the same panda who was deemed too fat to have sex a few months ago, as chronicled in a previous post.)

One More Channel on the "Expanded Basic" Menu

Yesterday, I continued my consistent clarion call for music to be considered part of a "basic" education. There's at least one other subject that's been given short shrift in these TAKS-ing times in which we live: Civics. At least one state is trying to do something about that:

Since the federal No Child Left Behind law was passed in 2002, schools have focused on reading and math, and that has squeezed out other subjects like arts, music and civics, educators say. So lawmakers in Tennessee and other states have proposed bills this year to save civics.

A bill from state Sen. Rosalind Kurita would require the Tennessee Department of Education to create a separate civics course in at least one grade between fifth and eighth grade.

"We have responsibilities to our community and to other people to be good citizens," said Kurita, a Democrat. "And I think that civic classes are a way to teach how comprehensive this responsibility really is."

Kurita said teaching students about voting and citizenship rights is just as important as math and English. Ted McConnell, director of the Campaign to Promote Civic Education - an initiative of the Center for Civic Education - agrees. "Study after study shows that when our youth are exposed to effective civic education courses, they're not only more likely to vote, but they're more likely to get involved in their communities and work toward solutions to societal problems," he said.

Read the whole thing. And again, I implore the powers that be to remember that man (and kids) cannot live by math and science alone; civics would be another great addition to the mix. (And here in Texas, please keep working on that bill that would do away with the TAKS test, OK?)

Hello, Pizza Hut? I'd like one Deadbeat Lovers' Pizza to go: Customers of suburban Cincinnati pizzerias are getting a bonus with their pie--pictures of parents who are behind in paying their child support slapped on the box.

The senior citizens' equivalent of "the dog ate my homework," I suppose: "A mouse stole my dentures."

Another Case of "Noteworthy" Education

I can never write enough about the importance of music in the schools. At a time when standardized tests are the rule rather than the exception and people are always talking about getting back to the "basics," such a list far too seldom includes the arts. So I wanted to share a great editorial by Dallas Symphony president Fred Bronstein about the orchestra's outreach program. Here's a sample:

The Dallas Symphony Orchestra has a long-standing commitment to exposing children throughout our community to music. From youth concerts that bring close to 50,000 young people each year through the doors of the Meyerson Symphony Center to ensemble visits in schools, the DSO is working to create inspired citizens of tomorrow while building a love of music that will fill our halls with music lovers for years to come.

One terrific example of music's life-changing ability as articulated in the DSO's mission "To Entertain, Inspire and Change Lives through Musical Excellence" is our ground-breaking Young Strings program. Young Strings has become a national model that identifies gifted young African-American and Hispanic students and provides them with instruments and lessons with the goal of increasing the diversity of our performers in the classical music world as well as in our audiences.

Children who received their start in this program have gone on to graduate from schools like Julliard and Yale.

Keep up the great work, folks. And as I've said a few times already in recent months, we music educators must remain vigilant to help Those In Power understand that any "basic" course of education must include music and the other fine arts...period, end of story.

Bad behavior, Level 1: A Wisconsin fire marshal was forced to resign after he admitted to contacting psychic readers from his computer at work on government time.

Bad behavior, Level 2: A Connecticut man is in trouble with the law after he installed a small camera in a bottle of shampoo so he could watch his female roommates showering.

Bad behavior, Level 3: A Brazilian woman was convicted of murder for killing her husband, chopping him up into tiny pieces and frying him in a pan.

Notes From The Road (I-35 Triangle Edition)

It's been quite a few years since I've done a Notes from the Road post for a trip to Waco. Perhaps that's because not much has changed since the last time, or maybe I had other stuff to talk about. At any rate, here's a collection of random thoughts, for the low, low price of free:

• A long time ago, I saw a truck trailer parked in a truck stop parking lot near Hillsboro; its sign read "Bread of Life Mobile Ministry." Four years later, it's still there; does it still qualify as "mobile" anymore? It also has a counterpart about twenty miles down the road that doesn't appear to have moved in a while now either. (And have I blogged about this already?)


• Allow me a Restau-Rantlet here: I don't eat at Mickey D's very often, but on these Waco trips, I tend to have a hankering for McGriddles for breakfast. This time, since I was done with my business on campus the night before, I decided to avoid the downtown outlet (which tends to not be too clean and often has an over-concentration of homeless people) and go for one a few miles up the road. Arriving at 10:15 (breakfast goes till 10:30), I figured I had plenty of time, so you can imagine my dismay when the manager-looking person switched the menu board over to lunch at 10:22 and told her cashier (the onlhy one working in a pretty crowded restaurant) that there would be no more breakfast after the next people in line...who were the ones right in front of me. I didn't raise a fuss, but you'd better believe that I won't be back to that store, and someone's getting an email from me. And someone buy that manager a watch...


• After all that, I ended up with a better breakfast anyway, at the Czech Stop...which still doesn't accept checks. Heh.


• I ended up making a third stop, at the Hillsboro Starbucks that used to be a Burger King. I've always been intrigued by how big it must be, but when I stopped there, I noticed it was pretty much regular-sized; it turns out that they're only using the front half of the building, and the back part is still for lease.


• My trip back would take me through an unusual part of the I-35 triangle, as I was headed to Ft. Worth to hear one of my schools play at the TCU Jazz Festival. That put my gas stop in Itasca, just north of the split on 35W. Itasca is home to the Wampus Cats, perhaps my favorite high school mascot of all time, and the gas station where I stopped had a statue of the cat in its parking lot. Of course, I got a picture, which will be posted once I figure out how to get photos off a RAZR using a Mac.


• Why I'm glad I'm a teacher, part 1: While in Waco, I got to visit with a former student of mine who's about to graduate with a business degree. He's stayed in jazz band this whole time, though, and is even taking an improv class this semester. I don't see him stopping playing anytime soon, and that's what we music educators try to do--instill a love of music in everyone, no matter what profession they pursue.


• Why I'm glad I'm a teacher, part 2: Getting to hear my protege take muitiple solos and quote some of my own signature licks on multiple occasions. Imitation truly is the sincerest form of flattery...


• I read the story in the paper today about how Carrollton is finally going to paint that ugly rainbow-colored grain elevator that's been a source of civic embarrassment for years now. On my way home, I could see it from miles away on the George Bush, and I totally agree that a more normal color will be a big improvement.


• Finally, a few miles later on the George Bush, there was a sign that said LANES CLOSED MON THUR FRI. I'm sure they really meant Monday THRU Friday, but, as it read, it made me wonder what kind of a cushy job it was when the construction workers got Tuesdays and Wednesdays off.

And the trip is not likely to be over yet; I'm probably headed back to TCU to see the concert with Andy Martin tonight. Just call me a drivin' fool...

QUOTE OF THE DAY: "The Texas Motor Speedway is over that way, dude."--Me, to the driver of a car who passed me going about 90 in north Ft. Worth. (Of course, he couldn't hear me; I wonder how many more road-rage incidents would occur if the other drivers actually knew what we were saying about them...)

Travel Advisory

I'm off to Waco for a fratenity chapter function tonight; back sometime tomorrow. Sorry for the lack of posts this week.

From the world's smallest horse... Check out the story of Thumbelina, the 17-inch-tall horse who's raising big bucks for charity this year.

...to the world's most expensive cat, in a way: A Michigan man received an award of over $122,000 in damages after being bitten by his sister's cat. (That has to make this coming Thanksgiving dinner a bit less fun, though...)

Bread and Jam

There may be a few days like this in the next week and a half: I come on, say "yo" for a second, and post the cool links and weird news stories. Until then, there's a Mintzer concert to prepare for, so I'm trying to keep my computer time down to a little less than usual.

And if you're wondering about the odd title of this post, it doesn't mean that I'm starving myself; it simply denotes the two things I did once I got home: Earned money by teaching a few people (bread), went to Potbelly with friends (more bread) and jammed a bit with some of those same friends (self-explanatory). So enjoy the links and stories and I'll likely pop on in the same manner tomorrow.

They have the right to "wine" about this ruling: A Utah driver was denied the chance to renew his vanity license plate that read "MERLOT" because an anonymous tipster informed the state that the word means an alcoholic beverage and not just the type of grape from which said beverage is made. (The driver is appealing the decision.)

So now you tell me: A man dropped by his old high school to get a copy of his transcript for a new job training program, and the office informed him that he still had outstanding fees left over from before he graduated...in 1977. (it's a good thing they didn't charge him interest.)

Funny video of the day: Rachmaninoff had big hands; yours are small. So how do you play some of his more challenging compositions? Here's one way.

These shoes raised a big stink...and it was a good thing: The Odor-Eaters company recently held its 32nd annual Rotten Sneaker Contest for kids; the winner was a 13-year-old girl.

I Can't Get Started

OK, quick straw poll: Has anyone else who was on spring break this past week just had the worst time getting back into the swing of things? I know that I sure have. Granted, the trip to Houston and back in one day on Saturday for the SFJAZZ Collective concert didn't help things, but I've just found myself stuck in neutral all week so far. (By the way, a review of that concert will be posted in a day or two.) Students at all levels seem to be in the same straits, and I've heard from some of them that their other teachers are like this as well. Give us a few days of freedom and some nice weather, and the whole train just flies off the track. At least I have "second spring break" (a.k.a. the dreaded week of TAKS testing next month) to look forward to, though my wallet will not be so happy with the idea.

The long and short of this is that, even though I always have plenty to say on this blog, any posts of substance will have to wait at least one more day while I try to get back on a regular schedule again. The funny news stories, of course, continue unabated, much like the news itself.

Kids 1, Adults 0: On the new Fox reality show, "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader," the kids are winning so far.

UPDATED SCORE: Kids 2, Adults 0: When a mother started dealing drugs recently, her six-year-old daughter turned her in to the cops.

But the adults strike back: At some shopping malls, including Minneapolis' famed Mall of America, kids under 16 are not admitted without a parent or guardian after 4 p.m. on weekends.

An Unusual Power of Music, Revisited

I've discussed the use of classical music as a deterrent to crime in a previous post, but I wanted to revisit the subject for a second. Yesterday, I heard a feature story on the radio about a judge in Miami Beach who's found an innovative way to do a similar thing: Give noise-ordinance violators the chance to listen to a few hours of opera in lieu of paying a fine.

He's been doing it for a few years already; while researching this post, I found this story from a few years ago. Here's an excerpt:

Michael Carreras didn't think his stereo was that loud.

After all, it was only the stock radio in his Jaguar, not a custom job with subwoofers in the trunk.

But one night in last month, he and some friends were cruising Collins Avenue at 5 a.m. on a Sunday, checking out girls and chatting about the nightclubs. The sunroof was open, the windows were down and they were listening to rapper 50 Cent on the CD player.

Next thing he knew, a police officer was handing him a ticket for violating the city's strict noise ordinance. In Miami Beach, if cops can hear your stereo from 100 feet away, they can charge you.

The officer told Carreras he would have a choice: pay a $500 fine, or listen to opera.

"Opera?" Carreras wondered. No way, he thought.

But it was no joke.

Last week, the 32-year-old club promoter found himself listening to La Traviata in Judge Jeffrey Swartz's chambers.

It was opera as punishment, for 21/2 hours.

"You impose your music on me, and I'm going to impose my music on you," Swartz told Carreras.

Like in the earlier story, I'm sure that some musicologist out there might get his/her panties in a wad about using classical music as punishment, but let's give the judge some props for originality. Having to have a style of music that you don't like imposed on you might very well drive the point home that it's no good to do that to others as well. (Besides, after two-and-a-half hours, who knows--the opera might even grow on the listener and build a new fan in the process.) And in the radio report, done by KRLD's always-entertaining Mike Rogers, the judge noted that if someone actually got cited for playing their opera too loud in the car, they would be sentenced to listen to several hours of gangsta rap. It works both ways. (And read the earlier post linked above for my thoughts on "used music.")

She's not glad they had this time together: Carol Burnett is suing the producers of Family Guy for the use of her "charwoman" character in a 2006 episode. You'd think that a comedian would be familiar with the concept of satire...

Weird headline of the past few days: Malaysian Police Detain 'Midget' Gang. Evidently, the smallest gang members were chosen to slide through small spaces in order to gain entry into houses.

What do the following items have in common: Dentures, a bowling ball, an amplifier, musical instruments, a prosthetic leg, a pet goldfish...a daughter? Answer: They're all items which have been found on buses and trains in big cities.

St. Patrick's Eve Was Mean to the Green

When the clock moved to 11:30 this morning, all activity of the house-fixing-up variety stopped for me. My visiting parents continued their quest, but they understood why I went in and planted myself on the couch: My alma mater was playing in March Madness for the first time in 19 years.

Unfortunately, as you may already know, it didn't work out this time. The Mean Green actually led by as many as six points in the first half, but things fell apart before halftime, and UNT ended up losing to Memphis, 73-58. That was three points better than their 1988 loss to North Carolina, but this time, the Green were actually in it for a large portion of the game.

I think this bodes well for the future. Johnny Jones appears to have built something good in Denton, and not all of the top players are seniors this time around. I congratulate them on a great season (which included the most wins in school history), and I'm hoping they can build on this year and do something unprecedented in '08: Make it to the Big Dance for a second straight time.

Coin without a face: I have yet to personally received one of the new presidential dollar coins, but I've heard that some of them had small defects, such as the words IN GOD WE TRUST being missing from the side. But Billy Idol could indeed write a song about the Colorado couple who found one that had nothing at all stamped on either face.

Good sport of the week: A Pennsyvlania nurse, listening to her landlord testify in court in a complaint against her, ended up performed CPR on the landlord when she began exhibiting signs of having trouble breathing.

To protect, to serve...and to smell lemony-fresh: A town in India is commissioning new uniforms for its police officers to help them to emit a pleasing and sweat-free scent when interacting with the local citizenry.

Beware the (Skinned) Hides of March?

Once I read this, it didn't matter whatever it was that I was going to blog about beforehand; this was so hilarious that I had to post it: Today was the fifth annual International Eat a Tasty Animal for PETA Day. If you think that PETA (which some have joked stands for "People Eating Tasty Animals") is way over the top in its views (pretty much wanting everyone to be vegan and not have pets) and tactics (including comparing the killing of animals for food to the Holocaust), then you'll probably get as big of a kick out of this "holiday" as much as I did. (I got a real laugh when I read that the author's friend's daughter refers to beef as "yummy cow." That goes nicely with the time a few years ago when my middle nephew called milk "cow juice.")

Read the whole thing, as well as this follow-up post, where several readers (including myself) posted their menu choices for today. (The ironic thing in my case is that I didn't even know about the holiday until I got home tonight, but upon reading the posts, I found that I was pretty much in full compliance.)

Hat tip: Tom Maguire, guest-blogging at Instapundit.

But you're only supposed to eat tasty animals; A middle-school student in Colorado found a mouse inside his bag of barbecue potato chips, and it appears not to have been a prank.

This animal should not have been eaten: A hunter in Austria mistook a housebroken pet pig for a wild boar and shot it, but he did return the carcass to its owner, who was forgiving enough to share the meat with him.

But these animals tried to turn the tables: Two stray cats got into a house in Nebraska and attacked three people inside.

Happy 3.14; Have a Piece of Pi

Those of you who know me well are very much aware that I'm not in any way a math geek, but I did get a kick out of this story: Fans of the number known as pi will meet today at just before 2 p.m. local time (get it--3.14 at 1:59?). Read the whole story, which includes some amazing feats of people reciting pi to a large amount of digits in a fairly short time. It also notes that people at places like M.I.T. will actually wish each other a "Happy Pi Day" today. (UPDATE: I also found out that Pi Day has its own website; I shouldn't have been surprised.)

One time last semester, I went to a new music concert at my college, and one of the pieces involved a guy who translated the various digits of pi to musical sounds, which was quite fascinating. I can't remember the exact number of digits he had programmed by concert time, but I recall that the piece ran for about fifteen minutes before crashing the computer (d'oh).

I may not get a chance to eat any pie today, but I did get a jump on the holiday by having some for dessert last night. And to top this all off, here's a poem that a guy wrote wherein the number of letters in each successive word correspond to the digits of pi.

(Also, this post is being written at 1:59 if you're out in the middle of the Atlantic somewhere...)

They ate the zoo: The locals in Hibernia, Indiana were happy to find out that raccoon has been returned to the menu of their annual local fundraiser.

She taught the zoo: Authorities coming to the aid of a teacher in New York who was involved in a car crash on her way to a wildlife lecture were surprised to discover her collection of critters in the car with her. They included a boa constrictor, turtles, frogs, small mammals and a monster toad.

I Made Quite a Racquet Today

After several near-misses, I finally got to play racquetball again today, for the first time since last summer. I'm happy to report no broken bones, contusions, muscle pulls, etc. (though my friend whom I was playing got banged up a few times). I lost all three of the games, but got better each time; I only fell short by two points in the third game.

As I've noted before, racquetball is a great sport for musicians because it gives you a very good workout without requiring you to play it every day. Since my gym time has been virtually nil recently (though I have been able to resume The Walk™ since it's gotten warmer), I need to start playing every week again. I always get concerned when I have my first day back from a long layoff, but so far, I've managed to avoid messing myself up in any significant way while playing. *knocks wood*

Still, having an incredibly skilled opponent today meant that not only will I be sore tomorrow, I'm already sore now. It must have been good for me.

Big band rehearsal beckons in just a bit (my only school-related activity this week). I'll have posts of substance again starting tomorrow.

Stupid criminal of the day #1: If you're in the process of robbing someone's house, it's best not to get naked and then fall asleep on their couch.

Stupid criminal of the day #2: If you're wanting to walk out on your $100 tab at Waffle House, it's best not to do so when the cops are there to break up a fight between two other customers; it's also best not to almost hit the officers with your car as you're fleeing the parking lot. (And as the article points out, how do four people run up a nearly $100 tab at Waffle House, seeing as how the most expensive item on the menu is around ten bucks?)

Most confusing headline of the day: Bush to Meet With New Mexican President. I know what the story is actually about, but the way the headline is phrased makes it sound like there's a President of New Mexico who's meeting with Bush.

This Teacher's Strings Were Wound A Bit Too Tightly

I read a bizarre story over the weekend of a music teacher in Colorado who let things get a little bit out of hand recently:

A substitute music teacher has been arrested after allegedly whacking a 10-year-old student on the head with a viola bow after telling the class they were "the worst players I've ever heard."

Newspaper and television reports said the trouble began when Carla Shinners, 63, a teacher for more than 30 years in the district, was interrupted by a call on her own cell phone. She allegedly began swearing Feb. 12 at the Creekside Elementary School, where she had earned the nickname "Mrs. Grumpy Lady."

Principal Karen Daly said parents and students complained.

The 10-year-old said Shinners also pulled her hair.

The reason I put this as a main story and not just a little weird news anecdote is because I actually had this happen to me as well. I was much older at the time (a college freshman), but I also faced the wrath of an aging strings teacher who had been used to hearing better playing in his younger days.

When I was in undergrad school (in my pre-jazzer and infant-jazzer days), I got a traditional music education degree, or as we jokingly called it, a BBD (Bachelor of Band Director) degree (and I'll wait for a moment for the laughter to subside at the thought of me being a high school band director). During that time, my course of study included "methods classes," where we learned to play each of the instruments just well enough to be able to teach them.

My first one of these classes was strings class. We had half a semester of each on violin, viola, cello and string bass (the latter of which, incidentally, a principal at one of my schools pronounced as if it were a fish on the morning announcements recently). The instructor, whom I'll call Professor R (which may have been one of his initials, but not necessarily his last one), had evidently been the string instructor back in the day. But as he got older and older (and grumpier and grumpier), and as the side-business he ran got more and more successful, they gradually stripped him of his priorities until, by the time I had his class, he was stuck teaching a room full of mostly trumpet and sax players how to play "Mary Had a Little Lamb" on the violin. (I also heard that he had perfect pitch, so our screechy intonation must have driven him nuts.)

Professor R spent half of every class fuming at us: "HOW can you PLAY so out of TUNE????" Or there was the time when he railed at the people who were late on a snowy day, grumbling that when he was at Juilliard, they had class in two feet of snow (well, Prof, maybe Denton is just a tad less prepared for snow than New York, ya know?). I'll never forget the moment when he made a girl cry because she forgot some of her notes; it turned out that she was a P.E. major who was taking the class "for fun"--which was a huge mistake if he was teaching it. (Incidentally, I never would have ended up in his class had the faculty worn name tags at orientation; Prof. R was our poor excuse for an "advisor" when I was there. When I went to ask him a question about something in the schedule of classes, he said, "Read the book! It's in there!" You can imagine my disdain when he walked into my first day of strings class...)

Anyway, one morning, during my violin phase of the class, I must not have had a great hand position, because he walked up to me and said, "NO, that's not right!" and whacked me on the hand with his bow. Being the timid freshman that I was, I gave him a weird look, but nothing else came of it. If it had been a few years later, I probably would have gone to the dean's office and attempted to hasten his retirement. I used to joke that I should have hit him back, but not really; he certainly wasn't worth losing a degree over.

Incidentally, I was in a music-ed class the next year that had a lot of guest speakers; one day, the other guy who taught strings class came in and spoke to us, and I learned more about teaching strings in one hour from that guy than I did in two entire semesters from Professor R.

Till death--or at least aggravated assault--do us part: A new groom hit his bride with his car during their Vegas honeymoon last weekend. (This story has a personal connection to me as well; when I was working at a pizza place in grad school, one of our cooks came in all stressed-out one day, because her boyfriend had tried to run her over with his car. A few weeks later, she came in and giddily told us that she had gotten married. Putting two and two together, I asked her if her new hubby was the same guy who had tried to run her over a few weeks earlier, and, through a grin of missing teeth--you expected that part, right?--she said that it was.)

One more case of adults not acting like adults: The mother of a 13-year-old boy was charged with driving him to a fight with another kid and cheering him on while he was fighting.

Beware (six days after) the Ideth of March: A restaurant that's about to open near me listed its grand opening date as "March 21th."

A Turn in the Right Direction

I've spent the weekend in a frenzy of getting things done around the house--working hard now so that I can enjoy the rest of the week even more. One of the things I did today was get everything together for my taxes, so that all the pertinent numbers could be sent to my accountant (who goes by "Dad" the rest of the year). Among my tasks was to calcuate all the work-related driving that I did during the last calendar year, and, as usual, I actually had to go out and capture a couple of mileages between schools that I never bothered to write down during the year. (You'd think that, teaching at eight schools, I would already know the distance between any one of the eight to any other one, but this was the first time I'd ever made three specific trips this year.) Fortunately, the whole thing only took about half an hour.

While I was out and about, I noticed some new road construction in a few places, and the projects in question involved something that I thought should have been done a long time ago: Adding dedicated right-turn lanes to intersections with stoplights (I've also noticed this at a few locations near the college). To me, the truly amazing thing is that it hadn't been done a long time ago.

As someone who drives quite a bit (having nine worksites tends to require it), I've spent quite a bit of time sitting at stoplights. I've found that the two things that keep traffic badly backed up at controlled intersections are 1) not having a sensor on the left-turn lane, so that everyone is forced to wait for an arrow when nobody's turning left, and 2) not having a dedicated right-turn lane at the intersection.

It would be OK if people who were going straight (or, say, turning into a business that was right on the opposite corner of the intersection) avoided the right lane when approaching a stoplight, but I'm aware that, first of all, people do sometimes honestly get caught in that lane when the light turns yellow and they don't have a chance to clear the intersection; there are also people who are either obilvious to or uncaring about the cars behind them who are stuck because they're going straight in a lane which is also used for turning. Since it's not likely that we're going to be able to legislate courtesy (or having a clue, for that matter), it's far better to just make the special lane so that nobody gets stuck; it would improve the flow of traffic dramatically.

If I were in charge of things, I'd require that the right-turn lanes be built at the same time that the traffic signal was installed. (Of course, if I were really in charge of things, I'd be looking into that "smart signal" technology that's supposed to gauge when cars are coming in either direction and time the signals accordingly.)

And here's to a week of not having to worry about traffic too much...

Dave Barry--and most other guys--will love this: A recent Duke grad has invented the refrigerator that can toss you a can of beer without you ever having to leave the couch.

Putting a tiger in your tank, only not: A Missouri water-plant worker found himself face-to-face with a bobcat riding shotgun in his golf cart; the cat was chasing a rabbit who had gotten there first.

Ice, ice, baby: A California man stole a diamond from a jeweler and managed to swallow and regurgitate the rock every time he was transferred to a new prison. But the evidence was eventually recovered after his latest attempt to hide it in the shower stall caused it to get stuck in the drain instead.

Blowing out the candles: Happy birthday to my friend and fraternity brother Jervis, one of our brotherhood's national treasures.

Spring Has Sprung...

...and Break has broken. I've never been happier to be on vacation than I am now.

(And please, nobody has to point out that it's not really "spring" yet; I'm not unaware of the timing of the Vernal Equinox. Even if Spring Break happens in the winter, we can't call it Winter Break, because that's been co-opted by The Holidays Formerly Known as Christmas Break; besides, some people's break straddles March 21, so what would we call it then?. It's sort of like how my June 10 birthday is technically in the spring, but on my calendar, anything between the long semesters of spring and fall automatically becomes summer. And how it's still "today" until I go to bed, even if that's after midnight.)

This has been a really long semester so far in terms of workload, but, conversely, the time has also flown by. Wasn't it just yesterday that I was getting ready for IAJE?

And adding to it all is the fact that, after my long workdays are finally over, there seem to be a lot of built-in social activities that take place afterwards: Fish Night, Burrito Night, Lab Band Night. But with my teaching schedule being as it is, I wouldn't trade those things for the world. All work and no play makes Kev a dull boy.

So this week, I'm going to relax a lot and catch up on things (taxes, cleaning the house, arrangements for the combos). And a lot of practicing will take place. After all, a major guest artist will be on my campus in three weeks.

I asked all my students this week if they're getting to go anywhere exciting for break, and--save for a few mission trips and a surprisingly high number of visits to Disney World--most people responded with, "my bed." Sometimes, getting to stay home, but without the usual responsibilitites of school or work, is the best break of all.

Stupid criminal #1: The police may not have ever found a Wisconsin man's pot stash and paraphernalia if their attention hadn't been drawn to its hiding place--inside his unzipped fly.

Stupid criminal #2: A man calls the police for help because he's having trouble breaking into a church.

UPDATE: Stupid criminal #3: A New Zealand woman calls the police to tell them that someone stole her cannabis.

Invitation to the Dance

Congratulations to my alma mater, UNT, whose men's basketball team won the Sun Belt Conference tournament last night and thus earned an automatic bid to the NCAA Tournament. It's the Mean Green's first trip to the Big Dance since 1988.

Granted, the last time the Green were there, they were paired with North Carolina in the first round and lost, 83-65. While it might be expected that, coming from a non-major conference, they might be paired with an equally high-powered opponent again, it's still a great honor to be invited, and if the team can produce the type of upset that happens so frequently during March Madness, this team will go down as one for the ages in Mean Green lore.

Congratulations to coach Johnny Jones and the guys on a great season so far. I'll be taking a bigger-than-usual interest in Selection Sunday this weekend.

Assault with a dead weapon: A woman tried to sneak out of a Tennessee diner with an extra catfish dinner (for which she had not paid) in her purse. When confronted by diner employees, she fled, throwing the catfish at one of the employees in the process and hitting her.

Headline of the week #1: Alaska Moose Brings Down Helicopter.

Headline of the week #2: Teens Accused of Making Ostrich Impotent

A New Kind of Time Stamp

I suppose you may have heard that the U.S. Postal Service has once again been given a rate increase, to 41 cents from the current 39 (a penny less than their initial request). There will be the usual griping, of course, but, as someone pointed out on the radio recently, it's still pretty amazing to think that, if you live in a remote corner of the country, you can still get a letter to the exact opposite end of the country for just 39 cents (the example used on the radio was Key West, Florida to Anchorage, Alaska).

Certainly, the postal service has taken a hit with all the computer innovations of the past decade or so. Email has replaced snail-mail for most correspondence except for greeting cards; online bill-paying has become the norm for many people (myself included; the only bill I mail--and in fact the only check I write--is for my mortgage payment, and that's only because they charge extra to pay it online). Gas has also gotten really expensive, so the occasional increase is almost to be expected.

But I was encouraged to see an idea that has come forth along with the proposed increase: The creation of a forever stamp, which would cover the cost of first-class postage no matter what any future increase might be. In other words, you could buy a book of stamps at 41 cents after the next increase, keep them for 20 years (when the postage rate might well be double what it is now) and use them as if they'd been bought at the current rate.

The big upside to this, besides the savings it would represent, would be that nobody would have to deal with those annoying 2- or 3-cent stamps anymore if they had stamps left over after an increase. Even though I rarely mail anything anymore, I could see investing in a book of Forever Stamps just to cover Christmas cards and my twelve annual mortgage payments. I hope the idea passes.

The Black Cat from hell: One county in southern Taiwan celebrated Chinese New Year this past weekend by lighting off an 8.1 mile-long string of firecrackers. (How big would the punk have to be to light that contraption?)

Gonna fly drive now: If you're a jazz fan with lots of money, you can bid on Maynard Ferguson's Cadillac on eBay. Hurry--auction ends Saturday! (UPDATE: Someone bought it for $8100.)

I Still Want the Red-Light (Camera) District Out of My Neighborhood

It's been three years to the day since I was rear-ended at an intersection by an uninsured soccer mom (out of whom I never did get a single penny, by the way). I said at the time that the only reason I stopped at that intersection--where the light was just starting to turn yellow--was that I knew that they were in the process of installing red-light cameras at various places around town. I had no idea that they would be as well-marked as they ended up being, so I went ahead and stopped just to be on the safe side...which ended up putting me in more danger.

In the meantime, the cameras have come to this area, and I've posted about them several different prior occasions; my big objection to them stems from the fact that they seem to be more about revenue than about safety. They also, at some locations across the country, have actually increased the rear-end collisions that are similar to the one I had.

So you can put me solidly in the anti-camera camp, since nothing I've seen since that time has managed to convince me otherwise. And as I "celebrate" that infamous anniversary, I take note of this story: The city of Lubbock has voted to delay installation of the cameras in that city after a study showed that eight of the twelve intersections where the cameras were to be installed had short-cycling yellow lights; one of those intersections had a yellow so short that it was illegal under federal standards. As the article noted,

Short yellows assure a steady flow of red light camera ticket revenue. A Texas Transportation Institute study found that an extra second of yellow time added to the current ITE formula yields a a 53 percent reduction in the number of tickets issued along with a 40 percent reduction in accidents.

Yeah, right, it's all about the safety...

But this is good police work: Various law-enforcement agencies around the country have been using YouTube to help them catch the bad guys. In some cases, they've been quite successful.

Swashburgling

Thisi was the most amusing story I read over the weekend:

A man toting a 3-foot sword apparently met his match when he broke into his ex-girlfriend's apartment: The woman's roommate grabbed a sword of his own and sliced the intruder, police said.
The roommate, a sword collector, fended off the ex-boyfriend, who was cut on the arm, police said.

I got a kick out of this, especially since there's a sword sitting in my spare room at the moment (an old roommate left it and hasn't come back for it yet). Longtime Musings readers may even recall that I contemplated using it against any intruders on the day three years ago when I accidentally left the front door of my house open while running several hours' worth of errands. It ended up that nobody actually came in--in fact, the cat actually came back after leaving for a bit--but it was somewhat reassuring for those few nervous moments that there was something in here with which I could defend myself.

(Oh, and the fact that both the swordsmen had Hispanic names immediately made me think of this. There's no telling, however, if the wounded ex-boyfriend actually got his arm scratched in the shape of a Z.)

A true act of bravery: An 11-year-old girl in North Carolina managed to safely stop the family car after her mother fainted behind the wheel.

Thankfully, they didn't have to use their famous knives (but their toothpicks were at the ready): A group of Swiss army officers got lost whiel on maneuvers and accidentally "invaded" Liechtenstein for a moment last week.

Tonight's New Drama: "EO"

It's almost midterm week in a lot of schools around here, so let's have a quick quiz...

Imagine yourself in this scenario: You're at a mostly-empty restaurant with a three or four friends. Another friend comes in with someone you haven't met before, so you decide to approach them and make the introductions. Would you...

a) Find a nice isolated place in the restaurant to exchange pleasantries, away from other guests, or

b) Situate yourselves exactly in between two of the only occupied tables in the place, talking and laughing loudly as you completely invade the personal space of everyone at both tables. Continue this for nearly five minutes, appearing completely oblivious to the presence of anyone else in the restaurant.

Unfortunately for me and my buddy Coop, a group of high school (we're pretty sure) drill team (we think, since we heard half their conversation) girls did that to us tonight at dinner. I hadn't thought about the term "Estrogen Ocean" since the early years of this blog, when a few friends of mine described the English class they were taking in those terms, but tonight, we were drowning in it.

I'm not sure what the worst part was--the sheer volume of the conversation, the way they just commandeered all the space around us, or the fact that they were bragging about getting fake ID's, which must have made the one girl's aunt--evidently a drill team instructor--feel a bit awkward. (As I said, we heard way too much of the conversation.)

Finally, Coop leaned over to me and said, "We should start talking about quarter notes or something." We both laughed so loudly at that idea that the gaggle of girls actually noticed the presence of other people in the restaurant for seemingly the first time and actually moved to an emptier area. The EO was back at low tide again.

After they were out of earshot, I remarked to Coop that it reminded me of those commercials where people were always losing their jobs because they had NO! COMPUTER! SKILLS!, except in this case, the ladies of the EO had NO! SOCIAL! SKILLS!

So what is it that makes people act like that? Is it really a case of young people thinking that everything is all about them, or is it just typical drill-team behavior? At any rate, it was one of the more bizarre nights out to eat that I've had in recent memory.

Somebody get this guy a cell phone right away: A janitor in an upstate New York courthouse spent over two days without food, water or restroom access when he accidentally became locked in a secure room for an entire weekend.

You'd better not like fries with that: So what woud you eat after you've been without food all weekend? How about this--a Pennsylvania restaurant has created a 123-pound hamburger.

A Good Start

I was happy to read this story in the paper this morning: TAKS Exit Exam May Be Replaced:

The state's 1.25 million high school students would have to pass a series of new end-of-course exams to graduate instead of the current TAKS tests under legislation filed Thursday by the leaders of the House and Senate education committees.

The measures would eliminate the Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills graduation test – which has been in use only three years – as well as two other TAKS tests administered in the ninth and 10th grades.

Can anybody say amen?

Leading the way is state Senator Florence Shapiro of Plano, who had this to say about the test:

"We can all agree that the TAKS test has outlived its welcome."

"[...]"This ensures that no Texas student will take a course in name only because we will assess the rigorous content we expect students to learn," Ms. Shapiro said. "End-of-course exams will allow a more in-depth study of a particular subject, as well as provide a more timely assessment of a student's grasp of that subject."

As I've said before (most recently here), the TAKS has turned into a gargantuan disaster for students and teachers alike, gobbing up way too much instruction time while prompting (often justified) accusations that teachers have to "teach to the test" instead of actually making sure that the students learn something about the subject being taught. And what have we gotten from all this? Students who may be good test takers, but who haven't really learned anything. And so much for critical thinking skills, creativity, and so on.

There's one other benefit: If the end-of-course exam format is used, the students will actually be tested on the material they have just learned (what a concept!) instead of something from maybe as far back as two years earlier (just yesterday, a high school junior was lamenting the fact that she would have to take the science TAKS next month; this test is based on biology, which is usually taken during the freshman year). Also, by having the EOC tests count as part of the semester grade (15%, according to this plan), the possible discrepancy between school grades and exit testing (in other words, the situation where someone could pass all coursework but flunk the TAKS and thus not get a diploma) would be minimized.

This sounds like a great idea to me, and I hope it passes handily. I'd love to see it changed at the lower levels as well (when I heard a story about third-graders getting stressed over the TAKS, that was one such story too many), but this will be a good way to get the ball rolling.

It's a dog's life, part 1: There were probably some extra Milk-Bones on tap for a Wisconsin dog named Dude, who saved his owner from being attacked by a black bear.

It's a dog's life, part 2: An attorney in Ohio is challenging the authority of the town's police chief; he claims that the chief has his college degree from a questionable online school that also awarded a degree to the city's police dog. (He's hoping to call the dog as an exhibit in the trial.)

It's a dog's life, part 3: I'd love to see them enforce this, but the city of Clifton, New Jersey has proposed an ordinance regulating how long dogs can bark before their owners would be fined. What are they going to use to measure this...a barking meter? *rim shot*

The Hippest Cat in Kids' Lit

The Cat in the Hat turns 50 years old tomorrow (which is also the 103rd anniversary of Dr. Seuss's birth) . Along with other Dr. Seuss classics, it was one of my favorite books growing up, The anniversary itself has a website that includes information about Project 236, a literacy initiative named in honor of the 236 different words that Dr. Seuss used to write the book. (Read more about the history of the book here.)

I may not have had the Internet as a kid, but I'm thankful that, during our family's frequent cross-country moves, Mom took the time to read to me. Not only did I learn to read at the age of three (which helped me out immensely in school), but I developed a curiosity and love of knowledge that continue to this day. I know that kids today have a lot of choices, but I hope that the love of reading will continue to be instilled in them by good parents everywhere.

Theodor, Harold and Miles: Dr. Seuss, Miles Davis and legendary local meteorologist Harold Taft all passed away within a week of each other in 1991. It was my intention at the time to write a tune in tribute to all three of them. They had more in common than one might think (each was a pioneer in his field, Taft was an amateur cornetist, etc.), so the idea would be to write a trumpet feature and somehow make the tune have a sort of Seussian meter to it. Of course, the tune hasn't been written yet (I compose and arrange at a glacial pace at best), but the idea remains.