Inspiration for Friday

This is pretty neato.

But this might be even cooler:

http://www.sorry-im-late.com/makingof.html



Also, potentially not as well made but maybe even more impressive, here's this:

Broken Fingaz -Graffiti Stop Motion on Vimeo.

Your turn!

What does this make you think?

Write it out, I dare you.

Saturday thoughts

I'm not sure why no one ever told me this before, if they knew, then it was out of selfishness...so out of respect I'm letting you know:

that this union is a noteworthy combination. An Oreo may be milks favorite cookie, but coffee is definitely an Oreo's favorite beverage.
[also, the coffee melts the cream just enough for it to disperse to all your taste-buds and the coffee is just the kick the chocolate needs to enhance all it's delectable qualities it has when in cookie form.]

Some classes just give me questions...

IEP (Individualized Education Program)

IFSP (Individualized Family Service Plan)

IDEA (Individuals with Disabilities Education Act)

ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder)

TA (Task Analysis)

EBD (Emotional and Behavioral Disorders)

LD (Learning Disability)

TD (Typically Developing)

OHI (Other Health Impairment)

NCLB (No Child Left Behind)

FAS (Fetal Alcohol Syndrom)

PBIS (Positive Behavioral Interventions and Supports)

FBA (Functional Behavioral Assessment)

ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder)

PDD-NOS (Pervasive Development Disorder-Not Otherwise Specified)

PECS (Picture Exchange Communication System)

PRT (Pivotal Response Teaching)

ADOS (Autism Diagnostic Observation Scale)

ADI-R (Autism Diagnostic Interview - Revised)

CRF (Community Residential Facilities)

This is just a short list of abbreviations that I have collected in my brain from trying to understand the educational system we have in the US (in particular Special Education).

When we belittle people and their disorders, disabilities or needs to a list of letters that are incomprehensible to people who haven't been taught the code, there is something wrong with our "love" and we're (at best) in danger of forgetting the people we're trying to serve. 

I don't have an answer, but I'm not willing to say this is just "part of the job".

About Books & People

What if we had the same wonder and consideration for a room full of people that we do for a room full of books?

(And how much more do people hold? Both questions and answers.) 

Speakin' to myself here.

On Sitting and Not Doing

I am sitting, and not doing.

As I sit I'm taking in the world, and am finding a strange growing fondness. Not like the one I express or discuss. 

This comes from watching. 

The world turning. 

Sitting and wondering.

It fills me with questions and a desire to ask people them.

I watched a lady walk across the parking lot, and thought about how long it took her. I wonder more things about her life (therefore does she have more patience? Or do others have to have more with her? Was she teaching a class or taking one? Is she married? What stories does she have to tell?).

I watched a shadow fade all the way across-and-gone the huge satellite dish. 

I watched as someone went into a building. Looking at her almost a little too long.

It is strange how the look people give me makes me feel like what I am doing is not valid. I fight this inside and the wind aids me in my debate.

I thought about history as an African American and a white elderly lady professor strolled the same sidewalk.

Oh, I already saw him pass.

My arms have become cool from the breeze and shade. They feel nice against my warm hands, but I don't want to spoil it and make them warm so I wont touch them.

I notice that a sign reading "science" is a part of science at this moment, shrinking with the setting of the sun, even ever so slightly. There must also be things moving around and growing on it.

Even though everyone has muscles, they look so different on different people.

As time of doing too quickly returns I stand and ready to leave. Extending my arms I stretch out my skin, made new and freshened by the gaining of awe and wonder.

I've sat and not done long enough for others to start wondering.

"I write, not for children, but for the child-like, whether they be of five, of fifty, or seventy-five."

George MacDonald