Archive | December 2005

Thanks and Thanks Again

Thanks to Amanda at Wittingshire, I’ve been nominated for the Homeschool Blog Awards in the category of Best Informational Homeschool Blog. It’s pleasant to have been nominated, and it’ll be fun to visit all the blogs that have been nominated for the various categories of awards–if I can find the time to visit them all. There are lots of good homeschool blogs out there.

Anyway, thanks and go vote. Oh, and thanks to Spunky Homeschool, Old Schoolhouse Magazine, and Homeschoolblogger.com for sponsoring the awards.

Poinsettia Day

Joel Robert Poinsett died on this date in 1851. He was the first Ambassador from the United States to Mexico (1825-1829) appointed by President James Madison. Poinsett studied medicine and law and became a diplomat, but his avocation was botany. He brought the poinsettia plant back from Mexico to his plantation greenhouse in South Carolina and proceeded to propagate and send plants to all his friends.

“Unfortunately, as ambassador, Poinsett meddled so much in the affairs of Mexico and the rest of Latin America that the Mexicans coined a word, poinsettismo, which means obnoxious and interfering behavior. Finally, with his life in danger, Poinsett was recalled to Washington and fled Mexico on Christmas day 1829.” —(Nancy Carter at HGTV)

Poinsett not only made the poinsettia plant a popular part of America’s Christmas, he also was instrumental in founding The National Institute for the Promotion of Science, forerunner of The Smithsonian Institute.

'Poinsettia' photo (c) 2009, Matt Elsberry - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/Poinsettia Facts:
1. Poinsettia plants, contrary to popular misconceptions, are not poisonous.
2. In Mexico (where they are still not too fond of the memory of Poinsett’s meddling), the plant is called “La flor de nochebuena” (The Flower of the Good Night or Christmas Eve). The Aztecs called it “cuetlaxochitle” [kwet-la-show-CHIT-el] meaning ‘mortal flower that withers and dies like all that is pure’.
3. Poinsettias are not just red; they come in a variety of colors from red, salmon, and apricot to yellow, cream, and white. There are also unusual speckled or marbled varieties like “Jingle Bells” and “Candy Cane” with several colors blended together.
4. Poinsettias are highly sensitive to cold temperatures; that’s why they grow best in the house.
5. Poinsettias can grow to be twelve feet tall with leaves measuring six to eight inches across.
6. The Latin name for the poinsettia plant is Euphorbia pulcherima.
7. 90% of all poinsettia plants are exported from the United States.

Information gleaned from these webpages:
Backyard Gardener
Gardening Launch Pad
HGTV Outdoor

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 11th

Can you believe Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, b. 1918 and John Kerry, b. 1943 share a birthdate?

Alexandr Solzhenitsyn on the Press: Such as it is, the press has become the greatest power within the Western World, more powerful than the legislature, the executive and judiciary.
One would like to ask: by whom has it been elected, and to whom is it responsible?

Alexandr Solzhenitsyn on Good and Evil: If only there were evil people somewhere, insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?

John Kerry on Atrocities in Vietnam: There are all kinds of atrocities, and I would have to say that, yes, yes, I committed the same kind of atrocities as thousands of other soldiers have committed in that I took part in shootings in free fire zones. I conducted harassment and interdiction fire.

Alexandr Solzhenitsy on Humanism: That which is called humanism, but what would be more correctly called irreligious anthropocentrism, cannot yield answers to the most essential questions of our life.

John Kerry on God-given Potential: We believe that what matters most is not narrow appeals masquerading as values, but the shared values that show the true face of America; not narrow values that divide us, but the shared values that unite us: family, faith, hard work, opportunity and responsibility for all, so that every child, every adult, every parent, every worker in America has an equal shot at living up to their God-given potential. That is the American dream and the American value.

No point really. I just thought the juxtaposition might be interesting.

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 10th

How’s this for a different kind of perspective on Christmas?

Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the corn,
When I was carried by the farms,–
It had the tassels on.

I thought how yellow it would look
When Richard went to mill;
And then I wanted to get out,
But something held my will.

I thought just how red apples wedged
The stubble’s joints between;
And carts went stooping round the fields
To take the pumpkins in.

I wondered which would miss me least,
And when Thanksgiving came,
If Father’d multiply the plates
To make an even sum.

And if my stocking hung too high,
Would it blur the Christmas glee,
That not a Santa Claus could reach
The altitude of me?

But this sort grieved myself, and so
I thought how it would be
When just this time, some perfect year,
Themselves should come to me. —Emily Dickinson, b. 1830

Also on this date:
George Macdonald, b. 1824.

Rumer Godden, author of In This House of Brede, b. 1907. The Anchoress really loves this book. I read it once long ago, and I probably would enjoy re-reading it. All I can remember now is that it’s about nuns in a convent. (Dare I add it to The List?) She also wrote many children’s books, including The Story of Holly and Ivy which has a wonderful Christmas-y title.

Mary Norton, b. 1903. She received the Carnegie Medal for her books about the Borrowers, little people who live in and around an English country house and support themselves mainly by borrowing things the Big People have little or no use for. Another series I’d enjoy re-reading.

Friday’s Center of the Blogosphere

Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere. Blaise Pascal

Will at The View from the Foothills pointed me toThe Cavalcade of Bad Nativities, originally posted last year. You must see these to believe.

Tim Challies reviews the movie March of the Penguins.

Via Joanne Jacobs’ blog, Starting next year, all British school children will be taught to read using phonics. And how long will it take the U.S. education system to follow suit?

Speaking of reading to children, Susan of Chicken Spaghetti ask us what our favorite children’s book of the year is. I’ll be posting later in the month about my favorites for this year. In the meantime, what’s yours?

Finally for this week, Neo-Neocon writes about Clive Wearing, a British conductor who lost his long term memory in an attack of encephalitis, and his wife Deborah. The story is that despite the extreme difficulty of sustaining a marriage in which one partner can’t remember anything for more than a minute, Clive and Deborah are still married, still in love, still committed. Neo-Neocon says that Deborah sustains herself “with the help of religion, which she found a few years ago.” What religion, I wonder?

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 9th

John Milton, b. 1608.

From Hymn on the Morning of Christ’s Nativity:

Such musick (as ’tis said)
Before was never made,
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator Great
His constellations set,
And the well-ballanc’t world on hinges hung,
And cast the dark foundations deep,
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.

Ring out ye Crystall sphears,
Once bless our human ears,
(If ye have power to touch our senses so)
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time;
And let the Base of Heav’ns deep Organ blow
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to th’Angelike symphony.

For if such holy Song
Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,
And speckl’d vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould,
And Hell it self will pass away,
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.

Read the entire poem here.

Quotes about Milton:

Scarcely any man ever wrote so much and praised so few.–Samuel Johnson

And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God’s ways to man.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
–A.E. Houseman

The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when he wrote of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true Poet, and of the Devil’s party without knowing it. –William Blake

Weblog Awards

And the winners are: The 2005 Blogs of Beauty Awards

Spunky Homeschool is still taking nominations for the Homeschool Blogger Awards through Sunday December 11th. Voting begins on Monday the 12th.

Also through January 5, 2006. Voting begins on the 6th, and the winners will be announced on the 16th.

Voting continues for the 2005 Weblog Awards, the BIG ones, through December 15th. You can vote in each category once every twenty-four hours. I’m recommending the following blogs in the following categories because I like them and because I nominated some of them:

Best Blog Michelle Malkin
Best Group Blog Brothers Judd
Best Conservative Blog The Anchoress
Best Religious Blog Thinklings
Best Business Blog Blog for Books–Mind and Media
Best Africa Blog Mission Safari
Best Australia or New Zealand Blog AllThings2All
Best of the Top 251 – 500 Blogs Betsy’s Page
Best of the Top 501 – 1000 Blogs Reasoned Audacity
Best of the Top 1001 – 1750 Blogs The Rebelution
Best of the Top 3501 – 5000 Blogs PseudoPolymath
Best of the Top 6751 – 8750 Blogs Bittersweet Life

I checked out the nominees in the category Best of the Rest, and on the basis of a quick visit, my favorite was Sensible Mom.

So go nominate and vote already; it’s an encouragement to your favorite bloggers.

What I’ve Been Reading

After the Ball by Patricia Beard is subtitled “Gilded Age secrets, boardroom betrayals, and the party that ignited the Great WallStreet Scandal of 1905.” It’s not as exciting as it sounds. The book is mostly about an insurance tycoon named James Hazen Hyde who inherited majority shares in the Equitable Life Assurance Society. He then proceeded to live like the Vanderbilts and the Rockefellers and made the mistake of mixing his money with the life insurance company’s money, making questionable loans and transfers of huge amounts, and being generally irresponsible. The final straw was a party he hosted on January 31, 1905. The theme of The Hyde Ball was Versailles in eighteenth century France, there were 600 costumed guests, and the party was rumored to have cost $200,000, a great deal of money for a ball in any day, but especially back in 1905. Soon after his lavish ball was over, James Hazen Hyde was accused of using money that belonged to the insurance to finance his grand life style, and he had to defend himself, first before his own board of directors, and ultimately in Congressional hearings. The ball was determined to have been financed by Hyde’s own fortune, and its cost was far less than the rumors said, but so many other accounting irregularities and corrupt deals were uncovered during the investigations that James Hazen Hyde had to resign from the board of the life insurance company that his father founded, sell all his shares, and move to France for the rest of his life. There he lived a decadent life and carried on a grumbling correspondence with his mother concerning the amount of money she sent him for his expenses. Ah, how the mighty have fallen! It reminds me of Martha Stewart, but she hasn’t absconded to France and may even be making a comeback.

I also read Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult,. The setting for this fictional lawyer/murder mystery is about as far away from Wall Street and the Gilded Age as one can get and still be in the good old USA. Plain Truth is set in Amish country, Paradise, Pennsylvania, and it tells the fictional story of a young Amish girl accused of killing her newborn infant and of the lawyer who defends her. Because of the setting and some of the issues (law vs. grace, religious vs. secular values), this book is easy to compare to compare to Levi’s Will by Dale Cramer, a book I read earlier this year. Although I only know what I’ve read about Amish life and culture, I think Cramer gets it more right than Picoult. Picoult spends the entire book trying to convince readers that the Amish are nearly perfect, that their deep religious convictions and their strict upbringing means that they cannot commit murder or other heinous crimes and still remain Amish. Then she throws in a plot twist at the end that undoes anything that she’s managed to persuade us to believe about Amish sinlessness. The story itself is good, kept me guessing until the end, and the writing is better than adequate. But her premises are flawed and undermined by the plot itself.

Next I read a YA novel called Pagan’s Crusade by Catherine Jinks. I can’t decide what I thought about this one. The writer really likes to use sentence fragments, and it’s sort of effective in a strange way. I got the idea that this was the way the young protagonist of the novel, Pagan, thinks. An example chosen at random:

“My pleasure. Following Rockhead as he pushes his way to the door. Squeezing past great slabs of hot, sticky flesh through steamy clouds of garlic and onions and spice and sweat and hot peppers. Whoof! What a stew! Rockhead uses his elbows, his knees, his shoulders, his fists. Yelps and squeaks from the targets. Then into the sunshine–and a sea of heads stretching out across the square.”

Not every paragraph was like this one , but plenty of them were. As I said, it’s somewhat effective in conveying the fragmentary nature of Pagan’s thought processes, but it’s somewhat distracting, too. I had to get used to Ms. Jinks’ writing style. The story takes place during the Crusades, late 1100’s, as Jerusalem is about to fall to the forces of the Turkish Sultan Saladin. Pagan, the young hero of the story, is a street urchin who’s become squire to Lord Roland de Bram of the Knights Templar, protectors of Jerusalem and of all the holy places and of the many pilgrims who come to visit them. Pagan is an irreverent sort; his life hasn’t taught him to honor anything or anyone. And as Pagan is beginning to admire and respect Lord Roland and to believe (sort of) in the mission of the Knights Templar, his master, Lord Roland, is losing his faith in God and in the Order to which he has dedicated his life. Interesting story. Very violent. I may have to read the sequel just to find out what happens to the two main characters.

Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books focus article on Catherine Jinks and her series of four Pagan books.

Now I’m reading The Shakespeare Stealer by Gary Blackwood. I’ve seen it on various lists, recommended several times, but I’m just now getting around to it. Have I ever said that I really enjoy YA literature? It’s just ambiguous enough for me, but YA authors are not so caught up in trying to be pretentious that they lose the story–most of the time. The Shakespeare Stealer is the story of an orphan boy who is sent by his master to copy out the words of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, to steal it for another company of players. Instead of stealing the play, the boy, Widge, gets himself taken on as an apprentice actor, but he must keep a watch out for his evil master who still wants the play. It’s a fun story with all sorts of good Shakespearean details, details that I assume are authentic. (Were Shakespeare’s players really accused of motivating the Earl of Essex to mount a rebellion when they presented a special performance of Richard II, a play about a king who is deposed?) This one has sequels that I’m definitely reading as soon as I can get them from the library. I’m also going to recommend it to Brown Bear Daughter and Karate Kid.

Next book on deck: A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare, 1599 by James Shapiro

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 8th

A Visit from Saint Nicholas (In the Ernest Hemingway Manner) by James Thurber

Mr. Thurber was born on this date in 1894, and he still makes me laugh–which is more than I can say for Hemingway. If perusing Thurber’s parody of Hemingway puts you in the mood for more Thurber, I would suggest Many Moons, a fairy tale about a princess who wants the moon, or The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, the story of a meek man with a secretly adventurous life.

If the poem puts you in the mood for more Hemingway, I have no suggestions. You’re on your own.