Well, this is embarrassing.
You may recall that I recently wrote a poignant little piece about the charm bracelet charm made from a typewriter key, the MARGIN RELEASE key, to be exact.
It was precipitated by my having spent the day vacuuming up the leaves in my back yard. Yes, you can do that if your leaf blower has an attachment to turn it into a leaf sucker/mulcher. Still noisy, but it gives you mulch and it doesn’t give you piles of leaves that you still have to rake up.
But it’s dusty: at the end of the session, both I and my kilt were filthy, in ways and places that I’m sure certain corners of the internet would pay money to see on a regular basis. It was time to shower and to wash my yard kilt.
Yes, my yard kilt. It’s the Survival model from Utilikilts, and I’m not linking to it because it’s embarrassingly expensive. I use it when I work in the yard and when I go Camping with the Hippies™ at burns, so it’s well and truly broken in.
Here’s what it looks like:

It has a little gizmo hanging from a belt loop that lets you hook all kinds of things on it, and so when I wash it I have to be careful to take them off. Like this little talisman:

Clay, “man in the maze” pattern, bought in Jerome, AZ, in 2015. Went straight onto my hippie kilt. It was when I removed this from the little clip in order to wash the kilt that I realized that my MARGIN RELEASE talisman was gone.
However.
If you go back and read the blog post where I lament its going, there’s one sentence—A SENTENCE I WROTE, KENNETH—that kind of jumps out at me.
I bought it to be a talisman on the new Utilikilt I purchased there in Seattle at the flagship store, and I wore it on a little chain attached to a belt loop…
That new Utilikilt that I purchased there in Seattle at the flagship store? Yeah, about that:

There I am, in Seattle. At the flagship Utilikilt store. In the new kilt. Which is not my yard/hippie kilt. It is the basic Spartan model.
We’re not even going into the reasons why I own more than one of these expensive masculine unbifurcated garments. I just do, OK? The point is that all my annoyance/sadness at losing that little charm turned into squirm-inducing embarrassment when I realized that the MARGIN RELEASE talisman was not on the yard kilt; it was never on the yard kilt; it was always on the Spartan kilt, which I was wearing when I bought the talisman.
Which makes the rest of the sentence just inexplicable:
… along with a little clay talisman of the Man-in-the-Maze design that I got in Jerome, AZ.
Oy. The first unravelings of a magnificent mind.
The good news is that now I have two MARGIN RELEASE talismans, and I can wear one on my hippie kilt.
Maybe I should get a third one, to wear on my Mockers model kilt:








So in my dream, the phrase DALE’S CLEATS flashed upon the screen.
I know that our Congress is so technologically illiterate that they have no way of responding meaningfully to the millions of emails they get, especially these days when the whole planet knows them to be craven wankers more concerned with preserving their party’s dominance than the republic, but seriously, Sen. Isakson?
The productive habits of mind standard was “pushes limits of own knowledge and ability,” which we defined as “keeps looking for animal and its habitat even if he/she doesn’t find it in the first few books [in which he/she looks].” We explained that standard to them and how they would be grading themselves after the project was over with a handout with all three standards on it, each with a series of what we now call emojis: Need to get started/Need to do better/Doing just right!/Doing GREAT!!!, which corresponded to the 1–4 scale of the actual rubric. (Older students would get the actual rubrics, worded in first person for greater impact.
You can see how in getting this timeline built, we would be providing context for the entire year, for all four units. By the time we got to the unit on POWER and began discussing the 19th Amendment, students would already know that we had just emerged from WWI and that bunches of things had altered the landscape. You can also see that providing the kids with a way to measure themselves, they would begin to assume responsibility for their own learning rather than sitting there and shedding the state’s preferred factoids like so many wood ducks in a summer storm.
There are five units in my folder on CONFLICT. Each would probably have taken three to five days in the media center plus time in the classroom. I note that the date on these pieces of paper is 1998, so our internet access would have been rudimentary. Google didn’t exist. Yahoo did, but it was a hierarchical search engine.