What I’ve Learned from my Eleven Year Shit Show

I’ve reblogged posts from my neice, Linda before. She always has something to say, and it’s never based on vicarious experience. She’s generous, direct, and funny. So, from the bottom of my heart – via my funny bone – I share this post for your benefit and for the possible benefit of those in your circles just in case you sense any tangible or intangible applicability.

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I spent the entire weekend documenting everything I’ve tried for my MS. Thank God for iCal, my Amazon order history and the “purchase” file I keep in my email app. I’m not surprised by the vast majority of medicines, therapies and equipment as much as I’m shocked at what I forgot. For example I literally had no memory of taking an expensive medication as well as many treatments until stumbling upon them in my digital calendar.

At this point I need to stop, post and hit publish. Over the next few weeks I’ll be describing what’s been working for me these last two years. In the meantime if you have a specific question about what I’ve tried at any point feel free to ask in the comment section or message me.

And no, I didn’t have the courage to tally up how much this has cost me out of pocket.

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Jack Fine at the Old Point Bar in Algiers Point

In 2005 Ann and I moved to New Orleans and wound up buying a house in Algiers Point, 420 Alix St. to be exact. I especially loved the “420” part from the start. Good thing because, little did we know, Hurricane Katrina hit four months after we got there, but that’s another story. A few weeks before Ann and Jaxin showed up in late April, I had already moved in and started getting as much ready around the house as possible for their arrival. On my second night there, I strolled down to the Old Point Bar just a few blocks away. There was live music, so I found a place at the bar and ordered a beer. I can’t remember the name of the band, but I loved their sound. I sat there sipping my beer and listening to the music, and all of a sudden, the guy sitting next to me – at the bar – started playing his trumpet. Yes, he started playing his trumpet from his seat at the bar right next to me! I remember thinking, “live fucking music!”

That man’s name was Jack Fine. Look him up! He’s a legend. I’m not the one to tell you who he is or who he was. I just know he’s been all over. We talked during a break, and every time I’d see him after that, on a regular basis here and there, we’d greet each other and continue the same conversation. I got to meet the man before the legend.

I was thinking about Jack Fine earlier today, so I searched Google for a photo so I could sped some time with him, drawing him from a reference photo from this source. Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Fine:

Jack Fine

Jack Fine

If you know or knew Jack Fine or of you’re familiar with his music/life, please use the comment section to share your two cents. Thank you.

Technical; I drew the image free hand using the photo at the embedded link above on an iPad Pro with an Apple Pencil using the Sketch Club app along with a tweak or two in a cool iPad app called iColorama.

Our Annual Christmas Letter: N

At our recent annual retreat the Board of Directors, executive leadership, management, staff, interns, volunteers, and special guests selected N as the letter that best epitomizes our mission-driven 2019 portfoliolongo.com efforts. From our family to yours, Happy Holidays and, if applicable, Merry Christmas.

Looking Back

Earlier today I heard Terry Gross on Fresh Air interview Christopher Wylie, the Cambridge Analytica whistleblower and author of Mindf*ck: Cambridge Analytica and the Plot to Break America; click here to listen to that interview, access the transcript, and purchase the book if you’re so inclined. Wylie outlines how in the months leading up to the 2016 presidential election in the United States Cambridge Analytica, Steve Bannon, teams of well-financed social scientists, and some sophisticated Facebook algorithms targeted and harnessed the residual power of an interesting demographic, i.e., straight white men who felt humiliated and emasculated by marginalizing forces well beyond their control. They were manipulated and promised a return to an imaginary golden era that fortunately never existed. I’m considering getting the book. The title says it all! The interview prompted this:

an iPad drawing using Sketch Club and iColorama

Cokie

I can still hear her voice. Her full name was: Mary Martha Corinne Morrison Claiborne “Cokie” Roberts. 1943-2019

[My way of spending a little extra time with her. One hour and twenty-five minutes and 3,138 brush strokes, to be exact, in Sketch Club on an iPad Pro using an Apple Pencil, plus a tweak in iColorama.]

Reference photo by Heidi Gutman/ABC

Sounds like an Adult ESL Instructional Grouping Strategy

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I hardly ever post anything about the English as a Second Language (ESL) classes I teach. I always take my iPad and project it onto a large screen. Oftentimes, I do a digital drawing in Paper 53 that accompanies a set of scrambled words that I ask students to unscramble. It works especially well at the very beginning of my multi-level, adult, beginning ESL classes as students trickle in. Here’s a collection of a few that I’ve recently used.

CLICK HERE FOR A PDF VERSION OF THE UNSCRAMBLE EXERCISES THAT ALLOWS YOU TO COMPLETE EACH EXERCISE PAGE BY PAGE.

CLICK HERE FOR A VIDEO SAMPLE OF THE UNSCRAMBLE EXERCISES THAT ALLOWS YOU TO VIEW ALL OF THE EXERCISES WITHOUT STOPPING

Teaching ESL is a fun was to apply anthropology.

Three Models of Public Service

These are some of the public servants whom I admire; in his own way, each of these men has stood up to the most divisive, corrosive, and imbecilic leader this country has known. Rather than call attention to him and those whom he is leading astray, I shed a little light on these three models of public service. 

Jerry

Adam

Elijah