Nothing like Christmas with little kids…wrapping presents last night…Wendy and I getting our stories straight about Santa and how he does things…getting up at four to create the illusion…Tucker, who has been sick for the last three days, made it up at six to see what Santa brought, making sure to wake up his big sister as well…a fresh blanket of snow on the ground…lots of unwrapping and playing and singing and kissing…nice way to start a day.

Merry Christmas all. And in these strange days, may we all have Peace on Earth.
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Thomas Friedman, NYT
“Friends, we are on the edge of a transforming moment for America in the world. If President Bush uses his enormous mandate to prepare for war-in a way that really deals with our political and economic vulnerabilities, increases our own staying power and convinces the world that we have a positive vision and are responsible global citizens-there is a decent chance we can win at a reasonable cost. But if Mr. Bush simply uses his mandate to drive a hard-right agenda and indulge in more feel-good politics, the world will become an increasingly dangerous place for every American-no matter what war we fight, no matter what war we win.”
And the chances of this “responsible global citizen” thing is…?
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Feeling a bit overwhelmed by work and information, and planning to shut the computer off for a few days and just breathe with my kids and family. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.
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Didn’t realize that today was the anniversary of JFK’s demise until I rode past Dealey Plaza on the train and saw all sorts of people milling about at the spot where he was killed. I’m going to try to head to the museum tomorrow.

At any rate, lots of kids and yearbook companies crammed into the Hyatt and not much in the way of technology being discussed or presented. I’m wondering how many people will show up tomorrow and what their reaction will be.

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Caution…angst ahead.
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VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

Early and often…
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“There’s nothing in the Constitution that says it’s permissible for a great nation to go hunting for Hussein by killing the people he holds hostage, his own people, who have no choice in the matter, who have done us no harm. Unprovoked, the noble sport of war becomes the murder of the innocent.”

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Paul Krugman: “That standard response may help you understand how Mr. Bush retains a public image as a plain-spoken man, when in fact he is as slippery and evasive as any politician in memory. Did you notice his recent declaration that allowing Saddam Hussein to remain in power wouldn’t mean backing down on “regime change,” because if the Iraqi despot meets U.N. conditions, “that itself will signal that the regime has changed”?”

I still can’t believe this guy is president.
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I try to keep my politics out of this space, but it’s really early on a rainy Friday morning and I’m pissed. The lambs of Congress have fallen into step with nary a whimper behind a couple of spoiled boys who want to show how tough they are. Want to know what drives me crazy?

This:
“Public Enemy No. 1 today is a government that Mr. Cheney was in effect helping shore up just a couple of years ago.”

And this:
“What made the trick possible was Harken’s guardian angel, a powerful institution controlled by an oil man, Robert Stone, who was a strong political supporter of Mr. Bush’s father. This institution acquired a large stake in Harken as soon as Mr. Bush became a board member, and subsequently showed itself willing to do whatever it took to keep the hapless company afloat. This included taking much of the company’s debt off its books in return for assets of doubtful value, and giving Harken a share in their partnership almost twice as large as its contribution to the partnership’s capital.”

Can any semi-conscious person believe these guys are motivated by OUR best interests? Why do I have this sick feeling in my stomach that we are about to make a very, very big mistake?
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Can’t believe how full my plate is these days. Just hanging on by my fingernails. Got about 45 minutes to do some writing and some surfing today. One find: Kevin Brooks who is using weblogs in his English classes at North Dakota State. And there looks to be more inquiry into weblogs and education from Cindy Nichols, also at NDSU. Should be interesting to see what her students find. Another colleague of theirs is also weblogging with her students (Pop up warning!)
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A year ago I sat with my Journalism students and watched in disbelief as our world and our lives changed forever. It was a news event of the grandest proportions, but any journalistic spark that I felt initially was quickly snuffed out by the magnitude of what we were seeing. We just sat, and watched, and tried to comprehend.

A year later, what has changed? Everything. Nothing. Personally, I’m more scared, more cynical, more hope-less about the world. I ache when I look at my daughter and my son, wondering if they will make it to middle age, wondering what it will be like to live their whole lives under an uncertain cloud. I hear an airplane jetting through the pink, early morning sky and wonder if it will make it to where it’s going. I cringe at wives of heroes making a buck on their husbands’ unselfish acts. I watch my leaders declare orange alerts, beat their chests for war yet run to “secure, undisclosed” locations, instill fears of even worse nightmares, and wonder if it’s not a convenient way to make us forget about all of the truly grevious ills in our society in time for the fall elections.

The signboard in front of my school, usually filled with car wash announcements and the current temperature, today reads simply “Never Forget, 9/11″. As I drove by it, the white lights of the words glimmering in a drape of pre-dawn darkness made for a mournful sight, and brought a tightness in my chest. But I wonder, exactly what is it that we should never forget? The event? The people that died? The effect on our collective psyche? Those are obvious. But there are other things even more important that we should always remember: that we are not the great benefactor of the world that we like to think we are; that all humans, American or not, deserve freedom and respect and civil rights; that the poorest of our citizens are rich to a vast majority of the world; that we know little about the global community; that we aren’t always given the straight scoop; that life is precious.

Yet, how can we forget what we have never truly known?

I hold no copyright on these thoughts. The fact that I share my fears, my frustrations, my lack of hope with so many others makes them a bit easier to live with. And I know they will abate, as 9/11 becomes more distant from today, until the next one occurs.

I will remember this: “The survivors will not be defined by the lives they have led until now but by the lives that they will lead from now on.” –Michael Berenbaum

And this: Let peace begin with me.
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A better day by a bit, but still the type of day where I had to thank my kids for their patience and for allowing me to use them to learn a lot about how to do all this. Their sites are up and running (I’ll provide links next week) but I will probably not do it the way I did it today ever again. (Comments always welcome on this process by the way…)

Twenty-four students making weblogs made our Frontier server very slooooooowwwwwww. Especially when I chose the route of giving them some creative control by not making a pre-configured template and instead let them choose their own and then taking them through the salient configs. Way too much to ask. Next time, the heck with choice. (It occurred to me much later that I probably could have done all the configs, saved it as a theme, then let them switch the themes to their own liking after…sometimes my brain doesn’t see the easiest route…especially during the first week of school.) Live and learn.

And that’s just what today was, a learning experience. On a student of weblogs level, I loved it…no way to do this without doing it. On another more teacherly level, I despised it. Nothing like dealing with the unknown when you’re standing in front of 24 kids. Humbling.

Pat felt my pain yesterday, and I really appreciate the words of support. I too wish for more of a local neighborhood, but it’s too early for most people to see the light here. My tech support is great, like Pat’s; more than willing to do whatever it takes, open to new ideas. But we’re taking something that wasn’t meant for the classroom and students and trying to tweak our way through it. I’m still hoping that someday soon someone will come to the classroom teachers among us and just help us build the real deal. Manila is great, don’t get me wrong. But it’s harder than it needs to be.

I’m really tired…the first week, even half week, is always the hardest…it’s like getting back into shape. And with doing all this new stuff, it’s even harder.
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But really, Liza, on a Mac? Sooo trendy. 

What is it they say about second children???
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What is it they say about second children???
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