October 12, 2010 Entry #39 Hall duty again at Urbana High School. I'm not one that usually brags, but I did one heck of a good job.
“Don't be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big ones will tend to take care of themselves.”
Dale Carnegie
October 8, 2010 Entry #38 Tom Doan died last week. I'm suprised he lasted this long.
I remember there used to be a roller rink in one of the stores on Market street. Being four years younger than Tom I never went there, but I remember when Tom showed up with a cast on his arm, proud as he could be, telling everyone how badly he broke it skating.
Later there was an outdoor roller rink with a circus like tent covering that would come to Mount Carmel for a few weeks in the summer then move on to the next town.
Now there is a roller rink in (I think) the 4H building where they also hold the annual corn festival. Skating is not allowed during the corn festival, which is only fair because corn is not allowed while skating.
Another of his hangouts was the pool hall in the basement of of the building on the corner of Fouth and Market. There were steps going down on the outside of yhr building. Snooker or Nine ball were popular, but betting on the games was the real reason to go. They also had pinball machines that "paid off." If you won 10 free games on the dime machine you could ask to have them cleared from the machine and they would give you a dolllar.
Funny, I haven't missed Tom in 50 years, but I miss him now. Created Oct 8, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
October 6, 2010 Entry #37 Seventieth Anniversary of the Battle of Britton
It is well that war is so terrible -- lest we should grow too fond of it.
Robert E. Lee Created Oct 6, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
October 5, 2010 Entry #36 The Scar
Here is the poem from entry #35 rewritten in "Wordle." Created Oct 5, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 30, 2010 Entry #35 Substituted for the English teacher today. Assignment: write a 200 word poem about a scar. No particular style, but needed figurative language Here is my example:
The Scar
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a bloody scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a ragged scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a jagged scar.
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Bike n’ sign screamed, “Oh No.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Medic said, “We gotta go.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Poor guy’s gonna lose a toe.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
If it itches I call a nurse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Might have gone home in a hearse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Scar on my nose would be a curse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Teacher might not like this verse. Created Sep 30, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 30, 2010 Entry #34 Hippos Go Berserk!:
Sandra Boynton - Hippos Go Berserk!
On the cover of my book it is light blue with five hippos running. One is upside down. One has a balloon. Two are wearing hats. One has a tie.
The next page shows a hippo sitting in a chair at a table with a phone on it. In the upper right hand corner is a yellow number 1. The text says "One hippo, all alone."
The next page shows a hippo talking on the phone. The text says "calls two hippos".
The next page shows two hippos talking on the phone sitting on a sofa. There is a lamp and a telephone table and a plant. There is a pink number 2 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "on the phone."
The next page shows three hippos walking up to a house. The host hippo is at the door and two other hippos are looking out the window. There is a yellow number 3 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "three hippos at the door". The next page shows four hippos wearing party hats. There is a green number 4 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "bring along another four."
The next two pages show five hippos dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos. There is a purple 5 on the upper right hand corner of the second page. The text says "Five hippos come overdressed."
The next page has a blue 6 in the upper left hand corner. There are six hippos and a blue fuzzy monster (who appears to be straight out of "Horns to Toes and In Between"). The hippos are marching in front of a picture of "Whistler's Mother" except the old lady is a hippo in the picture.
The next page just has the text "Six hippos show up with a guest."
The next page has the host hippo at the door looking a big gift-wrapped sack. The text says "Seven hippos".
The next page has seven hippos popping out of the sack and a green 7 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "arrive in a sack."
The next two pages have eight hippos entering the rear of the house. There is a green 8 in the upper left hand corner of the left page. The text says "Eight hippos sneak in the back."
The next two pages have nine hippos dressed as maids and butlers. There is a yellow 9 in the upper right hand corner of the right hand page. The text says "Nine hippos come to work."
The next two pages show many hippos at a party. They are dancing and climbing on the lamp. They rip the Whistler's Hippo off the wall. The text says "ALL THE HIPPOS GO BERSERK!"
The next page has a picture of a hippo house filled with hippos at a party. There is even a hippo on the roof. The text says "All through the hippo night, hippos play with great delight."
The next page is orange and is text only. The text says "But at the hippo break of day, the hippos all must go away."
The next page has a white 9 in the upper left hand corner. There is a picture of nine hippos dressed as maids and butlers and the little blue monster. The text says "Nine hippos and a beast"
The next page has a yellow 8 in the upper right hand corner. There is a picture of a bus with the text "Greyhip Bus Lines" on it. The text of the story says "eight hippos riding east, while"
The next page has a yellow 7 in the upper left hand corner of the page. There is a picture of a covered wagon with 2 hippos dressed as cows pulling it. There are two hippos driving. There are two hippos sitting on the side of the wagon. There is a hippo playing the fiddle sitting on the back. The text says "seven hippos moving east leave"
The next page has a white 6 about one third of the way in horizontally at the top of the right hand side of the page. There are six crying hippos. The text says "six hippos quite distressed, and"
The next page has a purple 5 in the upper left hand corner. Three male hippos dressed in tuxedos and two female hippos dressed in evening gown walk away from the house. The text says "five hippos then set forth with"
The next page has a blue 4 in the upper right hand corner. There is a helicopter with two hippos inside and two outside. The text says "four hippos headed north."
The next page has a green 3 in the upper right hand corner of the page and has three dancing hippos. The text says "Three hippos, say "Good day.""
The next page has a dark blue 2 in the upper right hand corner. There is a hippo in a wheelbarrow being pushed by another hippo. The text says "The last two hippos go their way."
The next page has a bright pink 1 in the upper left hand corner. The first hippo sits in front of the phone looking sad. A party hat hangs off the back of her chair. The text says "One hippo, alone once more,"
The last page is white and has text that reads "misses the other forty-four."
When my daughter graduated from Illinois Wesleyan University one of the graduation speakers read this story to the graduates. He used it as an analogy to life in gerneral and college in particular. Strangers come together, become friends and then their lives lead them in different directions.
The story and the analogy are very meaningful to me. I think of my brothers in the army and don't know one of them now. It is also true of my small group of friends at Kansas State University.
"All through the hippo night, hippos play with great delight."
"But at the hippo break of day, the hippos all must go away."
But most of all I feel the joy and the loss at the end of every school year as children I have grown to love must go away. I share the story and the professor's analogy with them and I think the kids get it. Created Sep 29, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 26, 2010 Entry #33 Optional Created Sep 26, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 23, 2010 Entry #32 I just wrote to remind me I am still here. Even for a Seinfeldish blog about nothing, I have nothing to say, but I'll try. Last week I substituted for kindergarten and they ate me alive. This week I substituted for three days for first grade and they didn't eat me alive, but they did nibble at my ankles.
"GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash--wherever you are!" Created Sep 23, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 19, 2010 Entry # 31 Shiver me timbers. Shiver Me Timbers
I guess we weren't much into pirates as kids. Probably because of a lack of an ocean nearby. We were more the Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer types. We liked caves and floating on the Wabash, camping and cooking on a fire. But I still like the Pirates of the Caribbean ride Created Sep 19, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 17, 2010 Bob Dylan and His Band Tickets
http://psychology.about.com/od/theoriesofpersonality/a/personalityelem.htm
“The id is driven by the pleasure principle, which strives for immediate gratification of all desires, wants, and needs. If these needs are not satisfied immediately, the result is a state anxiety or tension.
The ego is the component of personality that is responsible for dealing with reality. According to Freud, the ego develops from the id and ensures that the impulses of the id can be expressed in a manner acceptable in the real world. The ego functions in both the conscious, preconscious, and unconscious mind.
The ego operates based on the reality principle, which strives to satisfy the id's desires in realistic and socially appropriate ways. The reality principle weighs the costs and benefits of an action before deciding to act upon or abandon impulses. In many cases, the id's impulses can be satisfied through a process of delayed gratification--the ego will eventually allow the behavior, but only in the appropriate time and place.
The ego also discharges tension created by unmet impulses through the secondary process, in which the ego tries to find an object in the real world that matches the mental image created by the id's primary process.”
I'm not going to the concert, but I'm going to listen to all my Dylan albums and I checked out a Dylan book from the library. Created Sep 17, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 11, 2010 Entry #29 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8myK93FqbYc&feature=related
Bob Dylan is coming to town.
The first song I remember really liking was “Glow Little Glow Worm.” Aunt Helen used to sing it to me and I would sometimes hear it on the Lawrence Welk show. Next was “The Lion Sleeps Tonight,” which Shaun would sing to me. Then I swooned over all the teenage pop songs.
Arlo Guthrie was fun, but didn’t grow up much since the ‘70’s. Two of his songs are still favorites of my, for personal reasons – “The Train They Called the City of New Orleans” and “Coming into Las Angeles.” I had a couple of chances to see him in recent years, but after looking at some clips of recent concerts I think I’ve out grown him. I think he could be a buddy (despite his claim to be a republican) but not an icon. Bob Dylan would never be my friend but I do consider him an icon.
The first time I remember hearing Bob Dylan was when I was in the army in 1968. I really thought he was the worse singer I ever heard, but the guy I was with was big city and cool and he said Dylan was the best. I came to agree with him. Many have considered him “the poet laureate of American music.” He has grown and gone through many stages in his life, not rested on his past success. If I was on the desert island with songs by one artist I would choose Dylan.
So Dylan is coming to town next month. What to do?
It Ain't Me, Babe
Go ’way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I’m not the one you want, babe
I’m not the one you need
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you an’ defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe Created Sep 11, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 8, 2010 Entry #28 Order the pictures from favorite to least favorite:
1. Ride a Pale Horsefly 2, Not a Cane, but a Walkin Stick
3. The Princess' Shoe 4. Rinnnng Rinnnng Ring, Hello? 5. Jesus vs. Satan Created Sep 8, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 6, 2010 - Labor Day - Entry #28 I have been a Union member since 1980 (IEA/NEA), and held various local offices. I feel my union activities have made me a better teacher, schools and government better and improved student learning. I am more proud of my union activities than any other accomplishments outside of my family.
What others have to say:
As labor's power wanes, Labor Day's meaning fades
By Susan Reimer
Story posted 2010.09.06 at 06:07 AM EDT
Labor Day, like Memorial Day, began with a much more solemn purpose than as a bookend to summer.
In 1894, President Grover Cleveland signed the hurriedly passed legislation after his iron-fisted response to a railroad strike led to violence and death. But the new holiday failed to win him the forgiveness of workers.
Samuel L. Gompers, head of the American Federation of Labor, called it a day for workers not only to put down their tools but to "touch shoulders in marching phalanx and feel the stronger for it."
The picnicking that now typifies Labor Day was how workers marked the end of a day of rousing union speeches in parks and town centers.
Not only has this holiday — the first Monday in September — lost its power, so has the labor movement in this country.
Though the Pullman strike of 1893 and Cleveland's use of federal troops to break it sent the union movement into remission, it regained strength during the Depression, and by the 1950s almost half the workers in the United States were members of unions. That number dwindled to 12.3 percent in 2009.
The reasons for the decline of union membership — and the decline of union political and economic power — are plain:
The shift of manufacturing jobs overseas and to the South and West, which do not have strong union traditions.
•The influx into the workforce of women, who often work part-time; immigrants, who may be fearful of deportation; and younger workers, who are unlikely to have a union member in their family.
•The role of the federal government in addressing job issues unions used to negotiate.
•And the new emphasis on the quality of family's work/life balance, with issues that can be difficult to address at the bargaining table.
I am a member of a union, and I inherited my dedication to unions from my father-in-law, who, oddly, belonged to management at the General Motors plant for which he worked for 40 years.
Because his employer made sure that salaried workers were appeased with the same or better benefits as those negotiated by the United Auto Workers for the hourly employees (and, to be fair, because of his own frugalilty), he was able to pay off his house, put four boys through college without borrowing a dime and leave his wife in good stead after his death.
In other words, he, like the rest of the American workforce, benefited from the advances won by unions. Though he had no union membership card in his wallet, he recognized what unions had meant to his family.
If all unions had ever done for the American worker was create the oasis we now call the weekend — not to mention the eight-hour day, paid vacations, health insurance and pensions — it would be reason enough to keep Labor Day holy each year.
But I am afraid the next generation of workers will think of Labor Day only as the day the pool closes and the football season begins.
Susan Reimer's column appears Mondays. Her e-mail is susan.reimer@baltsun.com. Twitter.com/susanreimer
Reading list:
The Grapes of Wrath is a novel published in 1939 and written by John Steinbeck, who was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1940 and the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1962.
The Jungle is a 1906 novel written by author and journalist Upton Sinclair. Sinclair wrote the novel to highlight the plight of the working class and to show the corruption of the American meatpacking industry during the early-20th century. The novel depicts in harsh tones poverty, absence of social programs, unpleasant living and working conditions, and hopelessness prevalent among the working class, which is contrasted with the deeply-rooted corruption on the part of those in power. Sinclair's observations of the state of turn-of-the-century labor were placed front and center for the American public to see, suggesting that something needed to be changed to get rid of American "wage slavery".
“Don't be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big ones will tend to take care of themselves.”
Dale Carnegie
October 8, 2010 Entry #38 Tom Doan died last week. I'm suprised he lasted this long.
I remember there used to be a roller rink in one of the stores on Market street. Being four years younger than Tom I never went there, but I remember when Tom showed up with a cast on his arm, proud as he could be, telling everyone how badly he broke it skating.
Later there was an outdoor roller rink with a circus like tent covering that would come to Mount Carmel for a few weeks in the summer then move on to the next town.
Now there is a roller rink in (I think) the 4H building where they also hold the annual corn festival. Skating is not allowed during the corn festival, which is only fair because corn is not allowed while skating.
Another of his hangouts was the pool hall in the basement of of the building on the corner of Fouth and Market. There were steps going down on the outside of yhr building. Snooker or Nine ball were popular, but betting on the games was the real reason to go. They also had pinball machines that "paid off." If you won 10 free games on the dime machine you could ask to have them cleared from the machine and they would give you a dolllar.
Funny, I haven't missed Tom in 50 years, but I miss him now. Created Oct 8, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
October 6, 2010 Entry #37 Seventieth Anniversary of the Battle of Britton
It is well that war is so terrible -- lest we should grow too fond of it.
Robert E. Lee Created Oct 6, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
October 5, 2010 Entry #36 The Scar
Here is the poem from entry #35 rewritten in "Wordle." Created Oct 5, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 30, 2010 Entry #35 Substituted for the English teacher today. Assignment: write a 200 word poem about a scar. No particular style, but needed figurative language Here is my example:
The Scar
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a bloody scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a ragged scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a jagged scar.
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Bike n’ sign screamed, “Oh No.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Medic said, “We gotta go.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Poor guy’s gonna lose a toe.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
If it itches I call a nurse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Might have gone home in a hearse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Scar on my nose would be a curse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Teacher might not like this verse. Created Sep 30, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 30, 2010 Entry #34 Hippos Go Berserk!:
Sandra Boynton - Hippos Go Berserk!
On the cover of my book it is light blue with five hippos running. One is upside down. One has a balloon. Two are wearing hats. One has a tie.
The next page shows a hippo sitting in a chair at a table with a phone on it. In the upper right hand corner is a yellow number 1. The text says "One hippo, all alone."
The next page shows a hippo talking on the phone. The text says "calls two hippos".
The next page shows two hippos talking on the phone sitting on a sofa. There is a lamp and a telephone table and a plant. There is a pink number 2 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "on the phone."
The next page shows three hippos walking up to a house. The host hippo is at the door and two other hippos are looking out the window. There is a yellow number 3 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "three hippos at the door". The next page shows four hippos wearing party hats. There is a green number 4 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "bring along another four."
The next two pages show five hippos dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos. There is a purple 5 on the upper right hand corner of the second page. The text says "Five hippos come overdressed."
The next page has a blue 6 in the upper left hand corner. There are six hippos and a blue fuzzy monster (who appears to be straight out of "Horns to Toes and In Between"). The hippos are marching in front of a picture of "Whistler's Mother" except the old lady is a hippo in the picture.
The next page just has the text "Six hippos show up with a guest."
The next page has the host hippo at the door looking a big gift-wrapped sack. The text says "Seven hippos".
The next page has seven hippos popping out of the sack and a green 7 in the upper right hand corner. The text says "arrive in a sack."
The next two pages have eight hippos entering the rear of the house. There is a green 8 in the upper left hand corner of the left page. The text says "Eight hippos sneak in the back."
The next two pages have nine hippos dressed as maids and butlers. There is a yellow 9 in the upper right hand corner of the right hand page. The text says "Nine hippos come to work."
The next two pages show many hippos at a party. They are dancing and climbing on the lamp. They rip the Whistler's Hippo off the wall. The text says "ALL THE HIPPOS GO BERSERK!"
The next page has a picture of a hippo house filled with hippos at a party. There is even a hippo on the roof. The text says "All through the hippo night, hippos play with great delight."
The next page is orange and is text only. The text says "But at the hippo break of day, the hippos all must go away."
The next page has a white 9 in the upper left hand corner. There is a picture of nine hippos dressed as maids and butlers and the little blue monster. The text says "Nine hippos and a beast"
The next page has a yellow 8 in the upper right hand corner. There is a picture of a bus with the text "Greyhip Bus Lines" on it. The text of the story says "eight hippos riding east, while"
The next page has a yellow 7 in the upper left hand corner of the page. There is a picture of a covered wagon with 2 hippos dressed as cows pulling it. There are two hippos driving. There are two hippos sitting on the side of the wagon. There is a hippo playing the fiddle sitting on the back. The text says "seven hippos moving east leave"
The next page has a white 6 about one third of the way in horizontally at the top of the right hand side of the page. There are six crying hippos. The text says "six hippos quite distressed, and"
The next page has a purple 5 in the upper left hand corner. Three male hippos dressed in tuxedos and two female hippos dressed in evening gown walk away from the house. The text says "five hippos then set forth with"
The next page has a blue 4 in the upper right hand corner. There is a helicopter with two hippos inside and two outside. The text says "four hippos headed north."
The next page has a green 3 in the upper right hand corner of the page and has three dancing hippos. The text says "Three hippos, say "Good day.""
The next page has a dark blue 2 in the upper right hand corner. There is a hippo in a wheelbarrow being pushed by another hippo. The text says "The last two hippos go their way."
The next page has a bright pink 1 in the upper left hand corner. The first hippo sits in front of the phone looking sad. A party hat hangs off the back of her chair. The text says "One hippo, alone once more,"
The last page is white and has text that reads "misses the other forty-four."
When my daughter graduated from Illinois Wesleyan University one of the graduation speakers read this story to the graduates. He used it as an analogy to life in gerneral and college in particular. Strangers come together, become friends and then their lives lead them in different directions.
The story and the analogy are very meaningful to me. I think of my brothers in the army and don't know one of them now. It is also true of my small group of friends at Kansas State University.
"All through the hippo night, hippos play with great delight."
"But at the hippo break of day, the hippos all must go away."
But most of all I feel the joy and the loss at the end of every school year as children I have grown to love must go away. I share the story and the professor's analogy with them and I think the kids get it. Created Sep 29, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 26, 2010 Entry #33 Optional Created Sep 26, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 23, 2010 Entry #32 I just wrote to remind me I am still here. Even for a Seinfeldish blog about nothing, I have nothing to say, but I'll try. Last week I substituted for kindergarten and they ate me alive. This week I substituted for three days for first grade and they didn't eat me alive, but they did nibble at my ankles.
"GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash--wherever you are!" Created Sep 23, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 19, 2010 Entry # 31 Shiver me timbers. Shiver Me Timbers
I guess we weren't much into pirates as kids. Probably because of a lack of an ocean nearby. We were more the Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer types. We liked caves and floating on the Wabash, camping and cooking on a fire. But I still like the Pirates of the Caribbean ride Created Sep 19, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 17, 2010 Bob Dylan and His Band Tickets
http://psychology.about.com/od/theoriesofpersonality/a/personalityelem.htm
“The id is driven by the pleasure principle, which strives for immediate gratification of all desires, wants, and needs. If these needs are not satisfied immediately, the result is a state anxiety or tension.
The ego is the component of personality that is responsible for dealing with reality. According to Freud, the ego develops from the id and ensures that the impulses of the id can be expressed in a manner acceptable in the real world. The ego functions in both the conscious, preconscious, and unconscious mind.
The ego operates based on the reality principle, which strives to satisfy the id's desires in realistic and socially appropriate ways. The reality principle weighs the costs and benefits of an action before deciding to act upon or abandon impulses. In many cases, the id's impulses can be satisfied through a process of delayed gratification--the ego will eventually allow the behavior, but only in the appropriate time and place.
The ego also discharges tension created by unmet impulses through the secondary process, in which the ego tries to find an object in the real world that matches the mental image created by the id's primary process.”
I'm not going to the concert, but I'm going to listen to all my Dylan albums and I checked out a Dylan book from the library. Created Sep 17, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 11, 2010 Entry #29 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8myK93FqbYc&feature=related
Bob Dylan is coming to town.
The first song I remember really liking was “Glow Little Glow Worm.” Aunt Helen used to sing it to me and I would sometimes hear it on the Lawrence Welk show. Next was “The Lion Sleeps Tonight,” which Shaun would sing to me. Then I swooned over all the teenage pop songs.
Arlo Guthrie was fun, but didn’t grow up much since the ‘70’s. Two of his songs are still favorites of my, for personal reasons – “The Train They Called the City of New Orleans” and “Coming into Las Angeles.” I had a couple of chances to see him in recent years, but after looking at some clips of recent concerts I think I’ve out grown him. I think he could be a buddy (despite his claim to be a republican) but not an icon. Bob Dylan would never be my friend but I do consider him an icon.
The first time I remember hearing Bob Dylan was when I was in the army in 1968. I really thought he was the worse singer I ever heard, but the guy I was with was big city and cool and he said Dylan was the best. I came to agree with him. Many have considered him “the poet laureate of American music.” He has grown and gone through many stages in his life, not rested on his past success. If I was on the desert island with songs by one artist I would choose Dylan.
So Dylan is coming to town next month. What to do?
It Ain't Me, Babe
Go ’way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I’m not the one you want, babe
I’m not the one you need
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you an’ defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe Created Sep 11, 10 by Nick Dalrymple • 0 Comments • 0 Loves Love this • Edit or delete
September 8, 2010 Entry #28 Order the pictures from favorite to least favorite:
1. Ride a Pale Horsefly 2, Not a Cane, but a Walkin Stick
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September 6, 2010 - Labor Day - Entry #28 I have been a Union member since 1980 (IEA/NEA), and held various local offices. I feel my union activities have made me a better teacher, schools and government better and improved student learning. I am more proud of my union activities than any other accomplishments outside of my family.
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As labor's power wanes, Labor Day's meaning fades
By Susan Reimer
Story posted 2010.09.06 at 06:07 AM EDT
Labor Day, like Memorial Day, began with a much more solemn purpose than as a bookend to summer.
In 1894, President Grover Cleveland signed the hurriedly passed legislation after his iron-fisted response to a railroad strike led to violence and death. But the new holiday failed to win him the forgiveness of workers.
Samuel L. Gompers, head of the American Federation of Labor, called it a day for workers not only to put down their tools but to "touch shoulders in marching phalanx and feel the stronger for it."
The picnicking that now typifies Labor Day was how workers marked the end of a day of rousing union speeches in parks and town centers.
Not only has this holiday — the first Monday in September — lost its power, so has the labor movement in this country.
Though the Pullman strike of 1893 and Cleveland's use of federal troops to break it sent the union movement into remission, it regained strength during the Depression, and by the 1950s almost half the workers in the United States were members of unions. That number dwindled to 12.3 percent in 2009.
The reasons for the decline of union membership — and the decline of union political and economic power — are plain:
The shift of manufacturing jobs overseas and to the South and West, which do not have strong union traditions.
•The influx into the workforce of women, who often work part-time; immigrants, who may be fearful of deportation; and younger workers, who are unlikely to have a union member in their family.
•The role of the federal government in addressing job issues unions used to negotiate.
•And the new emphasis on the quality of family's work/life balance, with issues that can be difficult to address at the bargaining table.
I am a member of a union, and I inherited my dedication to unions from my father-in-law, who, oddly, belonged to management at the General Motors plant for which he worked for 40 years.
Because his employer made sure that salaried workers were appeased with the same or better benefits as those negotiated by the United Auto Workers for the hourly employees (and, to be fair, because of his own frugalilty), he was able to pay off his house, put four boys through college without borrowing a dime and leave his wife in good stead after his death.
In other words, he, like the rest of the American workforce, benefited from the advances won by unions. Though he had no union membership card in his wallet, he recognized what unions had meant to his family.
If all unions had ever done for the American worker was create the oasis we now call the weekend — not to mention the eight-hour day, paid vacations, health insurance and pensions — it would be reason enough to keep Labor Day holy each year.
But I am afraid the next generation of workers will think of Labor Day only as the day the pool closes and the football season begins.
Susan Reimer's column appears Mondays. Her e-mail is susan.reimer@baltsun.com. Twitter.com/susanreimer
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The Grapes of Wrath is a novel published in 1939 and written by John Steinbeck, who was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1940 and the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1962.
The Jungle is a 1906 novel written by author and journalist Upton Sinclair. Sinclair wrote the novel to highlight the plight of the working class and to show the corruption of the American meatpacking industry during the early-20th century. The novel depicts in harsh tones poverty, absence of social programs, unpleasant living and working conditions, and hopelessness prevalent among the working class, which is contrasted with the deeply-rooted corruption on the part of those in power. Sinclair's observations of the state of turn-of-the-century labor were placed front and center for the American public to see, suggesting that something needed to be changed to get rid of American "wage slavery".