I Speak With the Tongue of a Thousand White-Hot Lies!

Day 20 - How important you think education is

Well, seeing as how I work in education, I think it's pretty darn important. I like my house, my BBC America, and the occasional meal.

Other than that ... oy. Don't get me going. Let me see if I can sum up:

Education is extremely important. You need to know things like how to spell, how to write a clear sentence and a coherent paragraph. You need to know how to read critically, recognize bias, and think for yourself, even when everyone around you is saying the same things--that doesn't make them right. You need to know math. You need to know history beyond the past five years. You really need, in this word, to know where things are on a map and how to find them when they're tiny and sort of blend in. We so desperately need a basic grounding in science to survive in the world.

Education is more than the grades you make in school. Education is more than a degree, more than four years in college or a certain amount of time in grad school. Does everyone need to go to college? Probably not, and that's okay. But everyone needs to be educated, needs to be able to think, and needs to continue learning throughout his or her life. We live in a world that is getting smaller and smaller, and we need to engage in it regularly. And, seriously people, there are many amazing things in this world if you are smart enough and driven enough to find them.


Day 21 - One of your favorite shows

Really? Have you been reading this blog?

Nah, okay, I won't go there--since we're also talking about education, let's go with this one:



Say what you will, but dude's educated. :)

( still to come )

The Zweeble being suspiciously quiet, I crept into his room to check on him, and he's gazing out of his crib with glassy eyes while chewing the foot of his stuffed monkey.

We've been adventurous lately, wandering the new mall and trying out the grocery store's infant-seat shopping carts. He's been in a pretty good mood the past few days--he likes getting out and seeing the world, I think. I can't wait until it cools off and he and I can go to the park.

And people literally come up to me and tell me how cute he is. They also tell him that. Today's lady did it while he was spitting up all over himself, which really is not his best look, but whatever.

Yesterday, as we wandered the new open-air mall, I ducked us into Petco so we could cool off. Had I known how big a hit this would be, I'd have done it *ages* ago. The Zweeble is a big fan of the birds and the fish, could care less about bunnies and guinea pigs, and is a ferret magnet. Seriously, I parked him in front of the round ferret tank, so he could see the one active ferret in there. Said ferret sat up and looked at the Zweeble, and then followed as I pushed the stroller around the tank. I'm half-expecting a knock on the door one night, revealed to be this ferret wearing a fedora and carrying a suitcase.

We shall have to call him Fungo ...