Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
old but cute... right Heather.. haha...
A trucker came into a truck stop cafe and placed his order. He said, "I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards."
The brand new blonde waitress, not wanting to appear stupid, went to the kitchen and said to the cook, "This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running Boards."
What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?" "No," the cook said. "Three flat tires mean three pancakes, a pair of headlights is two eggs sunny side up, and running boards are 2 slices of crisp bacon.
"Oh, OK!" said the blonde. She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer.
The trucker asked, "What are the beans for Blondie?
She replied, "I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up!"
FOR ONCE THE BLONDE GETS EVEN!
The brand new blonde waitress, not wanting to appear stupid, went to the kitchen and said to the cook, "This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running Boards."
What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?" "No," the cook said. "Three flat tires mean three pancakes, a pair of headlights is two eggs sunny side up, and running boards are 2 slices of crisp bacon.
"Oh, OK!" said the blonde. She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer.
The trucker asked, "What are the beans for Blondie?
She replied, "I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up!"
FOR ONCE THE BLONDE GETS EVEN!
From a friend comes this ditty...
A dog is truly a man's best friend.
If you don't believe it, just try this experiment.
Put your dog and your wife in the trunk of your car and drive around for an hour.
When you open the trunk, who so you think will lick your face??
IF.... YOU guessed your wife... that is why you are sleeping with the dog!!!
If you don't believe it, just try this experiment.
Put your dog and your wife in the trunk of your car and drive around for an hour.
When you open the trunk, who so you think will lick your face??
IF.... YOU guessed your wife... that is why you are sleeping with the dog!!!
What animal made this track?
A Friend sent this note. this am..
A sure-fired way to see who is truly man's best friend.
Put your wife (or girlfriend) and your dog in the trunk of your car and go around the block.
Can you guess who will lick your face when you open the trunk?
If you guessed your wife, that is why you are sleeping with the dog!
Put your wife (or girlfriend) and your dog in the trunk of your car and go around the block.
Can you guess who will lick your face when you open the trunk?
If you guessed your wife, that is why you are sleeping with the dog!
hehe...
A trucker came into a truck stop cafe and placed his order. He said,
"I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards."
The brand new blonde waitress, not wanting to appear stupid, went to the kitchen and said to the cook, "This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running Boards.
What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?" "No," the cook said. "Three flat tires mean three pancakes, a pair of headlights is two eggs sunny side up, and running boards are 2 slices of
crisp bacon.
"Oh, OK!" said the blonde. She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer. The trucker asked, "What are the beans for Blondie?
She replied, "I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up!"
FOR ONCE THE BLONDE GETS EVEN!
"I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards."
The brand new blonde waitress, not wanting to appear stupid, went to the kitchen and said to the cook, "This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running Boards.
What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?" "No," the cook said. "Three flat tires mean three pancakes, a pair of headlights is two eggs sunny side up, and running boards are 2 slices of
crisp bacon.
"Oh, OK!" said the blonde. She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer. The trucker asked, "What are the beans for Blondie?
She replied, "I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up!"
FOR ONCE THE BLONDE GETS EVEN!
Saturday evening, there is a a benefit Stew/Bean supper for Perkins Fire Dept.
Saturday evening, there is a a Benefit Stew/Bean Supper at the elementary school cafeteria in Perkins from 5:30-7:30pm.
The proceeds go to the Perkins Fire Department.
The proceeds go to the Perkins Fire Department.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
FW: Too funny not to read
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Subject: Too funny not to read
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To: "CeCe" <ceceokie@cox.net>
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Subject: Too funny not to read
A woman in a hot air balloon realizes she is lost. She lowers her altitude and spots a man fishing from a boat below. She shouts to him,'Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am.'
The man consults his portable GPS and replies,'You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09minutes west longitude.
She rolls her eyes and says,'You must be a Republican!'
'I am,' replies the man.'How did you know?'
'Well,' answers the balloonist,'everything you tell me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost Frankly, you're not much help to me.
'The man smiles and responds,'You must be a Democrat.'
'I am,' replies the balloonist.'How did you know?'
'Well,' says the man,'You don't know where you are or where you're going. You've risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and now you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but, somehow, now it's my fault.'
Something to think about in case you lose your cell phone...
I never thought of this.......
This lady has changed her habit of how she lists her names on her mobile phone after her handbag was stolen. Her handbag, which contained her cell phone, credit card, wallet... etc... was stolen. 20 minutes later when she called her hubby, from a pay phone telling him what had happened, hubby says "I received your text asking about our Pin number and I've replied a little while ago." When they rushed down to the bank, the bank staff told them all the money was already withdrawn. The thief had actually used the stolen cell phone to text "hubby" in the contact list and got hold of the pin number.Within 20 minutes he had withdrawn all the money from their bank account. Moral of the lesson: Do not disclose the relationship between you and the people in your contact list. Avoid using names like Home, Honey, Hubby, Sweetheart, Dad, Mom, etc..... And very importantly, when sensitive info is being asked through texts, CONFIRM by calling back. Also, when you're being text by friends or family to meet them somewhere, be sure to call back to confirm that the message came from them. If you don't reach them, be very careful about going places to meet "family and friends" who text you.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Heather left with her kiddos only to find two
These were about an hour old...
now there is three, hehe
and just as I took this photo, the dealy Trisha was building fell...
Saturday, March 01, 2008
not to sure... but I think Austyn is another big time winner....
I think he won the big pinewood derby at the fairgrounds today.. I was busy getting the Oklahoma Music Awards online by noon so I missed it, but he called all excited.. I think he took first place.. at the district, but I will have to find out for sure and then we will post note here along with a photo from dad maybe.. ??
later..
later..
Heather and Ann started painting on Isabella Ann's room today... looks much nicer than the photo
And later in the day... Ms. Madison decided to help paint and she took a brush and bright purple paint and made several circles on the wall.. but they are gone now, and about half of Ms. Madison's behind.. haha.. not really..
Time is fast approaching... things are getting exciting...
Thursday, February 28, 2008
What's Under My Hat
What's Under My Hat
Monte Tucker
January 28, 2008
(my cousin Joanna Wilson in Norman sent this to me... enjoy!)
Howdy friends and neighbors. Come on first Tuesday in November! I have already had about all of the Presidential election I can stand. Surely, somewhere out there in this great nation is a "good ol' boy or gal," that is worth voting for. You know, someone that has actually done something, not just talked about what they think they have done. It's only the first quarter in the game between the R's and the D's. Both sides keep talking about time for change. Just what are they going to change? They obviously haven't changed the game of politics. Billary and Bama Lama Ding Dong boost the word "change" every time I see the media put their face on my boob tube. The first place they could start changing things would be on the Senate floor that they're already on. Just go and look at their voting records for the last several months and you will find they aren't showing up to vote. You know, the job they campaigned so hard to get by promising "change," but they just don't have the time. McCain isn't immune from this either.
Let's talk "change." What in the world do these hot air compressors think they are going to change and why? Again, I'm just a professional bovine relocation specialist (it's the 21st century we used to call them cowboys). But the way I see it from Sunny Point, Oklahoma, how are they going to change the greatest nation in the world? All of the candidates are demanding we must change! OK. I wake up a free man every morning and I'm free to do anything that is morally right or I can do nothing. If I choose to do something productive that day, well I can whistle at my dog, start up my ol' tan feed truck that I bought with the help of a free enterprising banking system I chose to use. Plus, there's the fact that other free Americans assembled this truck, and the companies that bought, sold and hauled parts and supplies to make that pickup possible. As I turn the key, ol' tans fires up on diesel fuel that a mean, nasty, big oil company conveniently made very accessible and affordable to me. I turn out of my land that I can freely own, onto a county maintained road that leads to any point in North America I would choose to go to that day. Also, in this country, I am free to own livestock and free to care for them so that the livestock will return a profit so I can repay my bank, buy my feed and fuel, and provide for my family. On Sunday Morning (or any other day that ends in "Y") my family is free drive from our house on a ribbon of roads that lead to the Church of our choice and worship the real owner of all things we know, God. We can give praise to Him for all and especially for Jesus.
Why can't these hopefuls for the highest-ranking governmental seat see that it is just that simple? Provide me infrastructure and protect me from these knot-headed whack's that think they can take away our freedom. Billary, Bama Mama or McNobrain aren't going to change anything. The foundations of this great country can't be changed by one person, no matter how much they think they can. As Americans, we have the right to succeed or fail and try again as we please. As a free man, I'm getting good at failing but I get smarter when I try again.
When presidential candidates tout change, the only thing I see in this country that needs changing is them. Life in America is good and for those that don't think so, you're free to leave at any time, go to another country of your choice and try to change it. I'm Monte Tucker, and that is what's under my professional bovine relocation specialist hat. Wait, I'm not changing, that is what's under my COWBOY hat!
This is the day the Lord has made...REJOICE!
Easter
Easter is always the 1st Sunday after the 1st full moon after the Spring Equinox (which is March 20). This dating of Easter is based on the lunar calendar that Hebrew people used to identify Passover, which is why it moves around on our Roman calendar.
Based on the above, Easter can actually be one day earlier (March 22) than it will be this year (2008) but that is pretty rare.
This year is the earliest Easter any of us will ever see the rest of our lives! And only the most elderly of our population have ever seen it this early previously (95 years old or above!). And none of us have ever, or will ever, see it a day earlier! Here are the facts:
1) The next time Easter will be this early (March 23) will be the year 2228 (220 years from now). The last time it was this early was 1913 (so if you're 95 or older, you are the only ones that were around for that!).
2) The next time it will be a day earlier, March 22, will be in the year 2285 (277 years from now). The last time it was on March 22 was 1818. So, no one alive today has or will ever see it any earlier than this year!
Happy Birthday Superuncle Ivan Moffat!
Happy Birthday Uncle Ivan Moffat, El Reno, we wish you many many more special days and lots more wonderful Birthdays!!!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I LOVE this truck!!!
I bought a new Ford F-350 crew cab and returned to the dealer the next day because I couldn't get the radio to work. The salesman explained that the radio was voice activated.
'Nelson,' the salesman said to the radio. The radio replied, 'Rick or Willie?'
'Willie!' he continued and 'On The Road Again' came from the speakers. Then he said, 'Ray Charles', and in an instant 'Georgia On My Mind' replaced Willie Nelson.
I drove away happy , and for the next few days, every time I'd say 'Beethoven, 'I'd get beautiful classical music, and if I said 'Beatles, 'I'd get one of their awesome songs. Yesterday, a couple ran a red light and nearly creamed my new truck , but I swerved in time to avoid them. I
yelled 'Idiots!' Immediately the French National Anthem began to play, sung by Jane Fonda and Barbara Streisand, backed up by Michael Moore and The Dixie Chicks, with John Kerry on guitar , Al Gore on drums, Dan Rather on harmonica, Nancy Pelosi on tambourine, Harry Reid on spoons, Bill Clinton on sax and Ted Kennedy on Scotch.
I LOVE this truck!!!
From Heather.... comes this ditty...
PARENT - Job Description
POSITION :
Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma
Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop
JOB DESCRIPTION :
Long term, team players needed, for challenging,
permanent work in an
often chaotic environment.
Candidates must possess excellent communication
and organizational skills and be willing to work
variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends
and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.
Some overnight travel required, including trips to
primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities!
Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.
RESPONSIBILITIES :
The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily,
until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
Also, must possess the physical stamina of a
pack mule
and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat
in case, this time, the screams from
the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,
such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets
and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and
coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings
for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be a willing to be indispensable one minute,
an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a
half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for
the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and
janitorial work throughout the facility.
POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :
None.
Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills,
so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you
PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :
None required unfortunately.
On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.
WAGES AND COMPENSATION :
Get this! You pay them!
Offering frequent raises and bonuses.
A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because
of the assumption that college will help them
become financially independent.
When you die, you give them whatever is left.
The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that
you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
BENEFITS :
While no health or dental insurance, no pension,
no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and
no stock options are offered;
this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love,
and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.
POSITION :
Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma
Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop
JOB DESCRIPTION :
Long term, team players needed, for challenging,
permanent work in an
often chaotic environment.
Candidates must possess excellent communication
and organizational skills and be willing to work
variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends
and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.
Some overnight travel required, including trips to
primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities!
Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.
RESPONSIBILITIES :
The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily,
until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
Also, must possess the physical stamina of a
pack mule
and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat
in case, this time, the screams from
the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,
such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets
and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and
coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings
for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be a willing to be indispensable one minute,
an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a
half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for
the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and
janitorial work throughout the facility.
POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION :
None.
Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills,
so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you
PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :
None required unfortunately.
On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.
WAGES AND COMPENSATION :
Get this! You pay them!
Offering frequent raises and bonuses.
A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because
of the assumption that college will help them
become financially independent.
When you die, you give them whatever is left.
The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that
you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
BENEFITS :
While no health or dental insurance, no pension,
no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and
no stock options are offered;
this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love,
and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Black Immigrants, 'Model' Minority? Plus: Don Imus
I watched in disbelief this segment live... and my thoughts... America could learn from listening to both discuss this very difficult subject... they simply were stating out loud things that are said in the back room... IMUS proved his hirings worth with this one segment! He was thoughtful and respectful, she, same adding in STUNNED to the point of almost speechless and she is a woman of many words, ha ha...
Black Immigrants, 'Model' Minority? Plus: Don Imus
Debra Dickerson (motherjones.com)In my interview with Don Imus last Wednesday, I finally got around to talking about something I rarely get to - black immigrants. More on that in a minute. It's amazing how much we fawn over Senator Obama's being 'black' without displaying any interest in that blackness, as if being a half-Kenyan mostly ex-pat tells us all we need to know about him. All that's interesting. That's what I was trying to get at generally in my book, The End of Blackness, and in this infamous piece. I finally got to it on, of all places, the Don Imus show. That interview with Imus was so unbelievable, you simply have to listen to it. Here's part 1 and part 2.
Damned if Imus hasn't been doing yeoman's work in moving America's neurotic race obsession forward. I've been talking and writing about race for 12 years now, but I was gobsmacked on the air. Imus schooled a sister. When he said he was through apologizing for Rutgers, I took that to mean he was through talking about it. But he's certainly not through thinking about it, and he's been doing his homework. Usually, people have me on for conversations that go like this: "I'd really like to know what you think about X race topic." [I attempt to address the question]. "Uh, excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt and I really want to know what you think, but what I think is _." Then the person orates for a long time on the dusty, pre-conceived, self-justifying notion they (black or white, liberal or conservative) have no intention of changing. The 'question' always turns out to be, "Haven't I just brilliantly ended the whole race thing?" With rare exceptions, I've long known I'm invited on by "enemies" (liberals and conservatives, blacks and whites) as a mere visual aid "proving" their open-mindedness. I might as well be wearing an evening gown, smiling and vamping in the background like Vanna White. I'm just window dressing for a soliloquy. All I can do is hope that somewhere in the audience someone is actually listening, and will actually go back and read what I said and might have talked about if allowed to. Print interviews with 'liberal' black journalists (they're really quite conservative; you must be black in exactly the way they demand) are the worst. They already 'know' I'm a Tom and talking to me serves two purposes, none of them reportorial: it proves they're 'objective' even though nothing I say or write ever makes a difference and it gives them fodder to dine out on with the other 'real' black people. "You wouldn't believe how self-hating she is." They call me names but they don't engage in actual debate. Kneejerk doesn't begin to cover it. Don seems to have done the impossible and moved beyond that. Of course, it must be said that Imus sandbagged me. I was, let's say, surprised' by the invitation and mulled it over for a week. When I thought I could be professional and said yes, it was supposed to be about the election and it was supposed to be short. It was neither; homey went straight to Black History month, everything I'd ever written about race, everything in the black canon about race and—unbelievably—Rutgers. See how The Man is always setting us up? Two kids, two books, two cities, and about 15 jobs ago, I wrote a Washington Post column that I can't now find, pleading for someone in public life to admit to sexism or racism or immorality so that the rest of us could. Two of my examples where Justice Thomas admitting to having been a pig towards Anita Hill and Rev. Sharpton admitting that he'd been wrong about Tawana Brawley and paying what he owed to the man whose life and career he'd ruined with his ultimately false accusations. Until someone in public life manned up in that way, we'd all just have to go on lying about our all too human failings, waiting in vain for an example of confession and atonement. Until then, no one could be forgiven, publicly or privately, for our momentary -ism's and we all are guilty of something sometime. Never thought that person in public life would be Don Imus and damned if the whole forgiving thing isn't much, much harder than I could have possibly imagined. What is it they say about being careful what you ask for? Offended as I initially was to be asked, I'm glad I did the show. He made a mistake, he took responsibility, he asked for forgiveness. Done, Don. Now, black immigrants. At The Root, a new black site from the Washington Post, Meri Danquah, a Ghanaian immigrant, writes all too briefly about the invisibility that black immigrants face in America. When, that is, they are not facing outright hostility, mostly from slave-descended blacks. She writes:
...Excited by the fact that I, a newly naturalized citizen, was about to vote for the first time, I asked my editor if he would be supporting Sen. Barack Obama, my chosen candidate.
"He doesn't do nothing for me," my editor said. "When I vote for a black man, I want it to be somebody who's really black, somebody who knows the black American experience, somebody whose great-great granddaddy was a slave, like mine. You know, those Africans come over here and just reap the rewards of everything we've worked for. They think they're better than us and white folks love 'em because they're…"
I bit my lip and listened to his diatribe against African immigrants. Surely, I thought, he's forgotten who he's talking to. That didn't come as much of a surprise. I find that a lot of people forget I'm an immigrant; more precisely, an African immigrant.This, simply, is what I meant when I said Obama isn't black. The way the term is used, all it means is: descendant of West African slaves brought here to labor for whites against their will. How many times can I say this: I'm describing a politico-cultural reality which I reject. Yes, Shirley Chisholm and Malcolm X were of West Indian immigrant stock. They achieved mainstream black power because they kept that side of themselves out of the public eye and focused on the battle with whitey. Had they not, we'd not know their names. (My hero, W.E.B. DuBois, cruelly mocked and isolated the ostentatiously West Indian Marcus Garvey precisely because he was so ostentatiously West Indian.) I'm critiquing the notion that all that's important about us is our historic relationship of antagonism with American whites, a relationship that immigrant blacks do not have (however similar their histories are to ours). I'm critiquing the notion that knowing someone, at some point, came from Africa provides us any useful information, if they are not descended from slaves. That, we know but we don't know diddly about black immigrants and we don't care to, black or white. I reject this. What, exactly, do I and an immigrant Nigerian cab driver with a doctorate he can't use here in common beyond the label 'black'? Only they know, because they're not allowed to be 'black' outside of our binary slavery/Jim Crow/police brutality/segregation continuum. Native blacks see to that: when have we ever advocated for immigrant blacks unless they stray into Jim Crow territory (Diallo, etc). Our hostility to immigration is legendary; if we're all 'black,' why haven't we carved out a protective exemption for black immigrants? Because we don't feel a kinship, we don't want them talking outside the box, we don't want them changing the subject to entrepreneurship and immigration reform. And we certainly don't want them taking 'our' jobs and affirmative action slots. Too bad for 'us' they don't need them. As Clarence Page points out, black immigrants are America's true 'model minority,' not that anyone, outside of admissions offices and hiring offices, cares.
Do African immigrants make the smartest Americans? The question may sound outlandish, but if you were judging by statistics alone, you could find plenty of evidence to back it up.
In a side-by-side comparison of 2000 census data by sociologist John R. Logan at the Mumford Center, State University of New York at Albany, black immigrants from Africa average the highest educational attainment of any population group in the country, including whites and Asians.That trend continues in their offspring. From The Guardian:
The joint University of Pennsylvania-Princeton report found that although immigrant-origin black students make up only 13 percent of the black population in the US, they now comprise 27 percent of black students at the 28 top US universities surveyed.
And in a sample of the elite Ivy League universities the figures were even more dramatic. More than 40 percent of black students in the Ivy League now come from immigrant families. Overall, however, black students still make up only 6 percent-7 percent of Ivy League students, while 12 percent of the general US population is black. In the non-ivy league selective colleges studied, such as Berkeley, Emory, Stanford, Tufts, Wesleyan, Barnard and Smith, black students make up between 3 percent and 9 percent of the population.This should cause jubilation at the NAACP, right? Wrong. Also from The Guardian (emphasis added):
"Immigrant and second-generation blacks are over-represented at these schools, while overall black students are still too few," says Dr. Camille Charles, sociology professor at the University of Pennsylvania and one of the report's co-authors, "which means the problem of access for African-Americans - that group which has the longest history of oppression in the US - is of even greater concern than we thought."
Charles doesn't want immigrant black students to have less access, but she is concerned that African-Americans whose families have been in the US since before the civil war and whose forefathers were slaves are doubly losing out. There is a worry that selective, usually private, universities are taking an "any black student will do" approach to diversity.If we're all 'black', why won't any black student do? You have to read the piece to have your mind blown. The words don't even cohere as 'black,' 'African,' and 'African American' try to make sense of themselves. Blacks who run affirmative action programs are quoted being incensed by the 'over representation' of immigrant blacks, and that 'blacks' who've fled war and rape in Haiti are seen as having 'sexier' admission essays than 'blacks' who've overcome South Central. 'Black' is simply a label which obscures more than it illuminates. That's all I was trying to say.
Monday, February 25, 2008
| Jake is 5 and learning to read. He points at a picture in a zoo book and says, "Look Mama! It's a frickin' Elephant!" Deep breath ... "What did you call it?" "It's a frickin' Elephant, Mama! It says so on the picture!" and so it does. " A f r i c a n Elephant " Ain't it wonderful!! | |||
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People will increasingly interact with computers using speech or touch screens rather than keyboards
People will increasingly interact with computers using speech or touch screens rather than keyboards, Microsoft Corp. Chairman Bill Gates said.
"It's one of the big bets we're making," he said during the final stop of a farewell tour before he withdraws from the company's daily operations in July.
In five years, Microsoft expects more Internet searches to be done through speech than through typing on a keyboard, Gates told about 1,200 students and faculty members Thursday at Carnegie Mellon University.
Gates also said the software that is proliferating in various branches of science, including biology and astronomy must become even more advanced.
"They're dealing with so much information that ... the need for machine learning to figure out what's going on with that data is absolutely essential," he said.
Microsoft is trying to establish ties not only with university computer science departments but also with reseachers in other scientific areas "to help us understand where new inventions are necessary," Gates said.
Gates plans to retire as Microsoft's chief software architect in July and focus on philanthropy.
OK! Now that you see the wonderful kiddos in this photo taken by Phillip on my 61st Birthday... take a look at the ole man!!
That smile is the real deal!! That was the first time I think I have ever had that many kiddos around me at once and we got a photo!! HOW COOL IS THAT!!!
For those who read from afar... from left to right looking at photo... Austyn is son of Phillip and Tammy, Dylan is son of Jonathan and Randi, Madison is daughter of Paul and Heather, and Kaitlyn is daughter of Jonathan and Randi. Missing is Andrew from this group. He was at the Ford Monster Truck Jam in OKC at Ford Center in OKC with his folks. They had a great time and so did we.... wow! I am the luckiest grandpa alive!! (at least in my world!)
I just had a great great birthday. It started with an AWESOME steak dinner at Freddie Pauls with our dear friends Missy and Craig Hannan and we even saw Phil and Tammy and Austyn there that evening as well. Was one of the best times ever, but then.. nope.. won't go there.. hahahahahaha....
Then on Saturday, the family came together for me little ole birthday... that was truly a wonderful time with the family. Phillip, Tammy and Austyn came over, Jake and Trisha and soon to be Isabella... , but first came Jonathan and kiddos... Randi came a bit later ... she had a shower to attend. Missy Madison came over with her Mom and Dad and Andrew as they headed to OKC... Ms. Madison stayed with us that night... and it was a great great time. Great food by Ann and Trisha... and some quality family time, and of course a candle to blow out and some presents .. .wow can you believe it, at my age, I still get excited opening presents.. wow...
and I am getting ahead of myself.. My actual birthday started with a birthday song from future rock star Austyn who was on his way to school, and ended with a birthday song from future Miss America Kaitlyn. Another "How cool is that?"
And I could go on and on, but thank you to everyone for the cards, the presents, the great time visiting, friends and family, and the phone calls and to all my friends through work for the many emails and ecards... etc.. What a great weekend it was!!
now off to work.. more photos to follow, but wanted to put up proof that it was one of the best times of my life, next to the time a little ole gal said 'yes' to my proposal, and has stood by my side for 35 plus years...
Have a great day...
Need to mention a great photo on bighairranch.com this am... Mr. Reese is farming with a tractor and no cab on it.. and it must be cold.. haha...
Jon has new blog up at http://www.jonandrandi.com/. Poor Dylan was sick Sunday...
Heather has updated her blog.. at http://www.reddirtdiaries.com/. photos from truck jam in okc..
Phil has some cool and great photos on his updated blog at http://paynecountyline.com/WordPress1/. check it out...
Trisha has updated http://jacobmoffat.blogspot.com/ with a photo of the saddle Jake bought Sunday for Isabella Ann.
and life goes on.......
I wanted to capture the birds singing, but got wind too! sorry
sorry about the wind, but the birds were so loud... i wanted to try.. haha..
Sunday, February 24, 2008
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Can you feel the power... the surging muscles... the tensity of the jaw set.... he is practicing asking for his corvette... hehe
Here is Reese showing off his muscles. Uncle Stan taught him this...
(My goodness how they grow up... I can remember when this young man was born and his Dad could hold him in his one hand.....)
Reese is the son of some dear friends of ours, Craig and Missy Hannan and they live about 3 miles away....
Ed's Note: I was thinking this might be a good thing?? hehe....Oh my goodness....
Heard through the grapevine that Jonathan, Randi, Kaitlyn and Dylan might stop in for a short visit on Saturday... what great news....
And also know that Grandson Austyn has his - I think it's called District - Pinewood Derby at the Fairgrounds on Saturday too so hope to get some photos from that also. Austyn not only won his local division but won with the fastest recorded time too if I remember right. So Austyn, I wish you lots of luck. Grandma and I will be cheering for you!!!
And I think that I am taking Andrew to his local Cub Scout meeting Thursday night to receive lots of his year end awards, patches, etc. So that will be an interesting time as well.
What a great week this is turning into.. and even nicer will be my accomplishment of FINALLY getting the PCL yearly Oklahoman Music Awards wrapped up and published..... HOPEFULLY!
Well, need to get busy... Looks like MSNBC is apologizing again for yet another mistake. seems that they showed a photo of osama while Chris Matthews talked about OBAMA... wow.. and they fired IMUS??? Perhaps they should just apologize for such sorrow programming.... ha ha..
Have a great day... It's the best gift we have.
And also know that Grandson Austyn has his - I think it's called District - Pinewood Derby at the Fairgrounds on Saturday too so hope to get some photos from that also. Austyn not only won his local division but won with the fastest recorded time too if I remember right. So Austyn, I wish you lots of luck. Grandma and I will be cheering for you!!!
And I think that I am taking Andrew to his local Cub Scout meeting Thursday night to receive lots of his year end awards, patches, etc. So that will be an interesting time as well.
What a great week this is turning into.. and even nicer will be my accomplishment of FINALLY getting the PCL yearly Oklahoman Music Awards wrapped up and published..... HOPEFULLY!
Well, need to get busy... Looks like MSNBC is apologizing again for yet another mistake. seems that they showed a photo of osama while Chris Matthews talked about OBAMA... wow.. and they fired IMUS??? Perhaps they should just apologize for such sorrow programming.... ha ha..
Have a great day... It's the best gift we have.
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