Another blob of ketchup on my shirt front
I’m getting that sheepish feeling again. The one I get when I’ve just told you to be careful with your sloppy hamburger and look down to notice that the condiments are dribbling out of my own burger onto my new white shirt.
My latest embarrassment was brought about by two of my stepchildren . . . ages 35 and 37.
The day after Christmas found them sprawled in front of the TV singing along at the top of their (actually rather melodic) voices to the DVD collection of Schoolhouse Rock . And I thought to myself–here comes the ketchup now–that if I could just identify the current equivalent of “Lolly, Lolly, Lolly, Get Your Adverbs Here” and “I’m Just a Bill,” and use those methods in my classes, I would be better able to help students grasp the concepts of information fluency.
Duh! Isn’t what Diana Oblinger has been saying all along?
January 7th, 2007 at 11:20 am
Don’t worry too much about the ketchup. The lycopene is good for you. And perhaps soon we can contemplate the great ketchup-mustard conundrum together. (I blogged on this topic some time ago. No kidding.)
Welcome to the blogosphere!
January 8th, 2007 at 12:55 pm
Welcome aboard, Charlotte. You are more than just a bill now, you are the law! This is your courtroom and we are the jury. Scary, right?
January 8th, 2007 at 1:16 pm
Thank you both for the warm welcome . . . and for all the support in getting here! Scary is absolutely right. But I am also intrigued. Gardner, you blogged on ketchup and mustard? On Schoolhouse Rock? Or on feeling sheepish? Would love to hear more. As soon as Jim gets me sorted out on the pingback, trackback thing, you can hear from me.
January 22nd, 2007 at 8:29 am
On ketchup and mustard–it’s an umami thing–more anon. Thanks for the new address.
I’ll have some catching up to do (rimshot). Sorry.