46 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 7-27-18

  1. Morning all. Welcome to my day. A very busy day. It was quite an experience to take kinder students to the computer lab for the first time. Do you remember the first time that you used a mouse? And trying to figure out how to click on something? or move something?

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  2. Morning! Well it is still dark outside but I have been up since 3am so that would make it morning, yes?
    Rk is in my time zone I believe so it would appear we are up early or one of us has not yet gone to sleep?!
    I believe I shall venture out to the kitchen for that first cup of coffee…may as well cause this woman is not tired and sleep is not in the near future 😊 ☕️

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  3. Mountain time. It is almost 05:00. Have not been to bed. 2nd night shift, 2 more to go. I have rodeo standby to do the next 2 days. I pray for no injuries and plan to sleep in the ambulance.

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  4. RKessler is a paramedic.

    Topics from yesterday:
    Divide between Eastern & Western regions – East and West are relative terms. It would make sense for the Audubon guide to use the Rocky Mountains as a dividing point, as the mountains provide a significant natural barrier and flora and fauna are likely to be considerably different on either side of the mountains. Mumsee mentioned the oddity of Chicago being considered out west; but in the National Hockey League (NHL), the Chicago BlackHawks are in the western conference, while the Toronto Maple Leafs are in the eastern conference, even though both cities are on the shores of the Great Lakes (the conferences determine the playoff pairings for the Stanley Cup at the end of each season, as an eastern team will play against a western team – I know all this because my father enjoys watching/listening to NHL games). Context determines the division between east and west.

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  5. I really should refresh before posting.

    Working while going to college – I have tried to work while going to school in the past, but I couldn’t find work. More recently, the ill health that I have experienced during school has made it clear that I cannot do more than one thing at a time. I can go to school or I can work. The Lord provides through grants and student loans and the generosity of friends and family. In ATI, incurring debt was portrayed as an anathema, and terrible anecdotes of evil results made one frightened to even think of taking out a loan. When I went to college for practical nursing, I had very little money, and I was brought to realize that I needed to take out a loan to continue. I did so very reluctantly, and spent only the bare necessity of the money I received, so that I had perhaps half of what I received left in the bank at the end of the program (I was living with my parents and caught a ride to school with my father who worked out of the same city as the college). I used that remaining money partly to begin loan repayment and partly to fund the upgrade courses that I went to the city to take. Over the course of the next four years, although I did not find a job in my field, God provided enough to repay the rest of the loan in many different ways. I repaid the last of it while in West Africa, five years earlier than the repayment plan had given me.

    If I had found a job here in my field, I would never have been able to go to West Africa. Similarly, if I was working while going through university now, I would not be able to go to Nunavut. I have encountered several of my fellow students who wanted to do a global/remote placement, but were working through school and couldn’t leave their jobs. Many of my fellow students in both my college and university program, worked/are working full time through school, and I admire them for that, but it wasn’t possible for me. I will, Lord willing, repay my current loan as I repaid the first, but it is giving me opportunities that I would not have had if I was working.

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  6. The header is the little pond I found a few days ago. We drove by it yesterday, and so I clocked it from our condo–exactly half a mile (the odometer was just rolling over the tenth mile at each end). From the road I couldn’t see the pond, just the high grasses growing in it and at its edge. In winter and early spring it might well be visible from the road, but now it’s hidden.

    I took this photo as I was finishing my walk and heading home. I liked how the light reflected. In the grasses in the front, to the left side of the photo, a muskrat had just been feeding, and I could see what appears to be swimming trails among the weeds on the pond to the right side (the part that has the reflection of the trees). Move around counterclockwise to the grasses on the far side of the pond (or at least the far side of what is visible of it). Do you see the little “gap” between where the grasses grow and the trees on the far left? If I zoom in on the photo on my screen (probably not on here), I can see the branch where the great blue heron sat, and can see the bird (not sharply, just a fuzzy image when it is zoomed that much). The brighter green tree at the very farthest left, or possibly just out of the photo but in that area of it, is where the green herons sat on bare branches or logs. They were far enough back to be out of the range of good zooms, especially for their size and their level of camouflage, and so I didn’t send AJ any photos of the green herons.

    But I thought this little pond a really lovely treasure to find so close to my home, and I imagine I will find myself there quite often over the coming months and years. Including, as soon as I can get ready and get out the door, this morning.

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  7. I was going to post this on Politics Thread, but it is appropriate that it be here because RK handles 911 and she knows all about this.
    I see on the news post as I open that a rock star I’ve never heard of has overdosed. Someone called 911 and requested “no sirens please”.

    What they don’t realize that when you call 911 or any other such facility, SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) kicks in. Ambulance and likely police will arrive at the scene with lights and sound.
    That’s just the way it works.

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  8. Phos @ 8:20
    Not only that. The Missouri Tigers are in the Southeast Conference.
    And I think Notre Dame plays basketball in the Atlantic Coast Conference.

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  9. I would add that while I do have debt, it is not so bad as if I were attending a university in the U.S. Canadian tuition is generally somewhat lower, even accounting for the exchange rate; the program I am in is a join college-university course so that I pay the college and get my degree from the university; and I am from a low income family and have a low income myself so that I get low income grants which lessen the amount of my loan considerably. The Lord provides in many different ways.

    Study methods at university/college – My study method is to attend every lecture, to not take notes (beyond reminders of coming tasks), and, when exams are approaching, to teach my mother what I learned. My reasons are as follows:

    Attending lecture: I am a verbal learner – meaning that words, whether spoken or written, is what I remember best while learning – and I have what has been termed a photographic memory, which essentially means that I recall the visual and/or auditory context in which I read or heard those words spoken. When I review information I heard in a lecture, I usually recall the position the lecturer was standing in, their expression and tone, and what they were wearing – if it is information that I read, I usually recall in what part of the book I read it (how close to the front or back of the book) and how it looked on the page. All these things provide memory hooks on which to hang the information I learned.

    Do not take notes: I have explained that visual and auditory context is important for me to recall information. Taking lecture notes distracts me from taking in that context. Furthermore, while I listen in lecture, I am mentally relating the new information to what I have learned before. Not just from what I have learned in previous courses or lectures, but what my life experience has taught me. For example, when I attended a pathophysiology lecture on burns earlier this year, I related the scientific explanations of what was happening to the human body to not only my personal experiences with being burned (minor burns only), but also to the burns that I treated while in West Africa. This mental relation of new information to previous information helps me place the new information into an overall context, seeing how it can be useful to me, and how I can apply it in the future. It helps me to remember it long term, instead of only retaining my notes to study for the exam and then forgetting it all afterwards. The fact that the lecture Power Points are almost always provided by the professor means that I can use those Power Point slides when I am teaching what I learned to my mother.

    Teach my mother: As you all know, my mother homeschooled us, after having been a public school teacher for ten years. She always said, when people questioned her ability to teach us through high school, “A good teacher always wants her students to learn more than she knows.” She practices what she preaches, and loves to hear what I have learned. I found myself, when I was in college, unable to study by myself for exams. I could not concentrate, as memories of the context in which I learned things would distract me into mental tangents – the context really helps me recall information while writing exams, but not while studying for exams*. My mother offered to study with me. I already knew that I love to share what I have learned with others. But reviewing with my mother made me realize that trying to help others understand the information makes me understand it better. My mother is the only person I can do this with, as my siblings are far too busy, and my father is not a very good listener, as he is too much like me mentally and tends to get sidetracked by his mental tangents when learning new information. I do not think I would do so well in school were it not for my mother.

    *I actually found that the more I studied for an exam, the lower my grade would be – I generally had at least two exams throughout a course; the first (midterm) exam I often forgot to study for, while I made an effort to really study for the last exam, but my mark would drop by ten percent between the two exams (so, for example, if I got 90 in the first exam, I would get 80 in the last exam).

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  10. Teaching my mother also helps me get my readings done. When I have taken humanities courses, I have found the readings attainable. For example, I read the textbook for my elective course in Modern Middle Eastern History from cover to cover, besides an additional book that I purchased to research for the paper that I wrote. But readings for science courses are unattainable. Generally, a lecture list of required and suggested readings on a given lesson includes one or more chapters from a textbook that is large and heavy with text in two columns of small print on each page of a thirty page chapter, plus at least a couple of densely worded scientific journal articles. I am a natural speed reader, but even I could not complete all those readings in the space of a twelve week semester. But, in order to explain concepts clearly to my mother, I often had to refer those readings, so that I was able to become familiar with the textbook contents.

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  11. I have several children who have elected to pile on the debt for college rather than find other options (like a less expensive college). No idea if most are still repaying but a couple will be for quite some time and one is not in college and did not go over a year. One even took on the college debts of some of his classmates by cosigning for loans for them But he is doing well and will continue to be a generous person.

    Studying and I don’t get along. But I do tell the children if they know it well enough to teach it, they know it. So they teach each other and that is a good thing.

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  12. BTW- You can’t judge east from west with sports leagues. Before the NFL realigned to the current 4 divisions, they had Dallas in the East while Atlanta was in the West. That was in order to keep the rivalry between Dallas and Washington. Now Atlanta is in the South, but they kept Dallas in the East.

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  13. My daughter is high energy and worked a diminished schedule as an EMT while in grad school–but it often turned into the equivalent of EMT full time work–3-6 shifts over two weeks.

    She was the only student in her grad school course who worked and, interestingly, the professors would often call on her to describe a situation she encountered at work when appropriate.

    While in Uganda, she had to be gently chided for being too involved in a heart case. It turned out that she had far more experience, and certainly more advanced equipment in the US, to deal with the case than the Ugandan national demonstrating how work was done in the field.

    She was disappointed not to go on to Kenya for the ER part of the trip (she had a prior commitment to work in Nicaragua and had to skip that part), but concluded she would have only gotten in trouble for stepping over her student role again to help.

    That’s why she’s having trouble dialing it down to normal life. I’ve told her to enjoy it while she has a year-long breather. We’ll see if she can!

    The women in our family tend to be very active and high energy . . .

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  14. Peter, I know nothing of the NFL, but Chicago is west of Toronto, if only slightly. East and West are very relative, more so than North and South. There is a limit to how far north or south one can go, since if you are at the North or South pole, you can only move forward in the opposite direction. But, one can go east or west perpetually. The Western Hemisphere contains the Americas, while the Eastern Hemisphere contains Europe, Africa, and Asia. Yet if you are standing on the Pacific coast of the Americas, Asia is west, not east, of where you are standing.

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  15. My last post reminded me of how much I think like my father. He loves geography, and to discuss the difference between East and West would be a delight to him. He often quotes the line from Rudyard Kipling’s poem: “East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet” because no matter how far west or east you go, you will never start going in the opposite direction. We often meditate on that perpetual direction either east or west in connection to the verse: “As far as the East is from the West, so far has He removed our transgressions from us” (Psalm 103:12).

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  16. Phos: As far as the East is from the West, so far has He removed our transgressions from us” (Psalm 103:12).
    Is a metaphor for whatever the distance term of “forever” is.
    Nobody understands what is beyond the end of the universe.
    Like, everyone thinks they understand what “forever” means.
    But no one understands eternity.
    No. not really.

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  17. Michelle, I would be naturally high energy if I didn’t have a chronic lung disease. When I have healthy spells, my mother is astonished by what I can accomplish, but those spells are getting shorter. When I was young, I could run almost the length of the road we live on when we went for walks as a family. I am naturally fast and might have been a sprinter had I ever taken track and field. But gradually, as I had repeated bouts of pneumonia every spring and was finally hospitalized at age eight and diagnosed with asthma, my ability to run was curtailed. At twenty, I was working long hours on the weekends and attending night school and taking advanced violin and music theory lessons during the week, moving between the resort where I worked as a waitress, my parents’ house, and my aunt and uncle’s house where I went to school every week, and thriving. During those years between ‘high school’ and college, I also added teaching French vocabulary at a Montessori school, playing in a community orchestra (though I was no longer taking lessons at that point), teaching Sunday School and playing piano/violin/organ for the service, and going on a ten day mission trip to northern Mexico. When I went to college for nursing, they actually told us to consider not working, since the program was so heavy, and indeed, my transcript shows that I took seven full courses just in the first semester and the eight in the second semester. My health began to really collapse the year after I graduated, after I had been caring for my uncle who died. I had less energy in West Africa, but enough to teach piano and violin to team members’ children as well as work in the clinic. But I was utterly broken by the end of that time, and have never fully recovered. I found it hard just to volunteer occasionally and participate in church musical activities while in school this time around. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

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  18. Mumsee, he is being better about it. The threat of amputation has worked, for now. Also, he seems to be healing slightly quicker since he has stayed off his foot more, which has helped convince him of its benefits.

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  19. Cheryl, that’s a beautiful (and big) pond. But wear insect repellant 🙂

    I stayed up too late watching an old (1993) movie I hadn’t seen in while, The Pelican Brief. I happened upon it just as it was starting, got hooked (again) and wound up watching it all the way through, meaning I didn’t get to bed until 1 a.m. or so. I’m paying for that this morning and facing a full day in which I have two stories to write.

    I’m also meeting a former co-worker for lunch which, since we have catching up to do, will probably go long.

    Ah, the rodeo. Seems like a whole lot of broken bones and bad bruises would typically come out of that.

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  20. One of the stories I have to write up today will involve finding and interpreting some random pages of notes I took (using a pencil since I couldn’t find a pen) when a call for the interview with our departing LAPD captain came in unexpectedly quickly yesterday while I was working from home.

    I wound up writing on random notebook pages in a reporters notebook that was already 98% filled, then when those ran out, on the backs of other pieces of paper, and finally on all the blank spaces in and around hymn words and other notices in the church bulletin, whatever I could grab wound up being written on — upside down, sideways, in between lines — as the interview went unexpectedly long. It’s a jumbled mess as a result, I usually take much better notes while typing but that just wasn’t logistically possible at the moment.

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  21. I never learned to study until college. In eighth grade we had one civics test the state of Arizona mandated we pass, even if it took several attempts. One of my classmates took it three or four times. It was cumulative from the whole semester or whole year’s work. The teacher who taught the class taught us how to take notes and I think she required that we take them, and I fully intended to study for the test in the last week or so. But a few days before the test, I heard two of my classmates grilling each other, and I realized I knew nearly all the answers to the questions they were asking, so I never bothered to study. I got a 93 (an A).

    High school I took by correspondence, and I guess they must have figured that if they had tests the regular way, some students would cheat, so they just made all tests open book.

    I took nearly six years off before college (if college had started in November instead of late August, it would have been six years since I finished high school). The reading and the writing the papers and so on, even the quizzes, piece of cake. But I sat down to study for my first test, in a class on missions, and realized I didn’t know how to study for a test. One thing we were supposed to know was missionary names, 10 or 12 missionaries. I’m not all that good with names, so I elected not to study that list, but just to count on recognizing the material and getting a fair number correct from basic familiarity. That is, I could handle “True or False, Hudson Taylor was a missionary to China.” Multiple choice, “Katie Davis was best known for (a) adopting many children from the orphanage she ran; (b) translating the Bible into the language of Kenya; (c) being a housewife; (d) being president of SIM.” I sat down to take the test . . . and missionary names were matching. I scanned the section, and clearly it was expecting us to have actually studied the material. I did a completely random match-up, only making sure I didn’t use the same letter twice. I would have been better off marking them all with B, because I would have gotten one right that way, and as it turned out I missed them all! It was a rude “welcome to college” moment.

    After that, I took notes throughout the semester. Some tests all I did was glance through the notes, and I knew that would be enough. But for most of my tests, I read through the notes to see what material I already knew and what I didn’t. I would highlight any information that wasn’t already familiar, and then I’d write just that stuff onto another sheet of paper, and study that sheet. I also didn’t tend to take terribly extensive notes, except in classes with a lot of new material. I do find note-taking distracting, which is why I never do it in church. If I need to know a new formula as I’m studying poetry, I’ll write it down or I won’t remember. But if the discussion is on information I mostly already know, or information that logically builds on itself, I won’t take notes. I’m better with retaining information than facts; if I need to know a year, or the name of a country, or the three branches of something, I’d better write it down. If I need to know “why the study of philosophy is useful,” I’m probably better off listening and following the line of argument.

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  22. I got back to the pond for an hour or so this morning. The birds cooperated, and eventually even a couple of butterflies and dragonflies showed up. Amusingly, turtles did too–I see quite a few in the photos, but I didn’t actually notice any while I was there.

    Birds I saw: two green herons (closer to me than last time, and quite active, so they gave me some good photos), a great blue heron (it started where the green herons were last time, and then flew back to where it was last time, also giving me some good photos), a whole bunch of swallows and/or purple martins, one cardinal, one cedar waxwing, one eastern kingbird, chipping sparrows, and two wood ducks sitting in a bit of a cave in eclipse plumage (they aren’t pretty this time of year). I got a couple decent photos with both the great blue heron and a green heron in them.

    I came home and my husband asked, “Did you get anything?” “Oh, lots of stuff.” “I was afraid you’d come back and say ‘I stood there and stood there and nothing showed up.'” I had no fear of that at all. It was in the 60s when I left home, a nice bright day but cool, and the kind of day when wildlife likes to be active. (It’s a little cool for turtles and some insects, and I didn’t expect to see many of those, but the turtles were basking in the sun, the bees were around, and eventually the dragonflies and butterflies came out too.) Now, I didn’t “expect” the green herons to be there again, and I was pleased they were–but I knew something would be there.

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  23. Cheryl, studying for humanities and studying for science requires different methods and a different focus. During the elective history course I mentioned above, I only just passed the midterm exam, which was matching, short answer, and 1 essay question, and that was an “Oh, that’s right, you have to study differently for history exams than pathophysiology exams” moment for me. I had written several history exams before, having written: three music history exams (90% in the first, 88% in the last two) for the Royal Conservatory of Music; a university level correspondence course on World History from ancient times to the Renaissance (B+); and a grade 12 level correspondence course in World History from the Renaissance to modern times (89%); but it had several years. I changed my methods of study for the last half of the elective history course and got an A for the final grade. The reason I read the history textbook from cover to cover was because I realized I needed to thoroughly understand the order of events in order to properly connect them in the essay questions. Anatomy and physiology and pathophysiology exams are nearly always multiple choice, so it is a matter of understanding the working of the human body well enough to recognize that certain options given in the answer choices are impossible or highly improbable.

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  24. I hesitate to tell people that I went through graduate school without cracking a textbook. I listened in class and took good notes. I never read the book. There were a couple of times the professor told us to open our books show they could show us something. I came out with a 3.95 I am still upset but where they put me for student teaching, that teacher didn’t want a student teacher so she told the principal that I tried to take over her classroom and didn’t know my place. I think it was racially motivated. She didn’t like me because I was white and it was an inner city school. Oh, well….things work out.

    I had a closing today. I came home to find Grandpa and Maddie down for their morning nap. It is the most rotten thing you have seen. A grown man lying in bed watching TV so that an almost 4 month old will sleep. I used to call BG “Rotten Cotten”. I haven’t come up with anything to call Miss Maddie except Little Miss. She was all kinds of cute this morning when she got here. She is teething!!!! BG didn’t get her first tooth until she was past 9 months old. An old woman told me the longer the teeth stay in the gums the stronger they will be. Maddie is putting anything she can on her gums.

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  25. Kim, I had a three month placement at the end of my practical nursing program. I was first placed on a surgical floor in a hospital, but at the end of one week, I was getting nervous. My preceptor (a nurse who worked on the floor who had agreed to supervise me) practically ignored me, and I was concerned that her lack of attention would lead to some mistake or omission on my part. I went through orientation to the hospital the next week. The day I finished the orientation, the college phoned. My preceptor had told them that she couldn’t work with me. She said I was book smart but clueless about what nurses did on the floor. I was devastated, of course. The supervisor who had phoned to tell me this, phoned me back later to reassure me it was not my fault. The next day I received a letter from the college saying that I had been chosen for an academic award for my excellence in the program. I was reassigned to a preceptor in a nursing home and completed my three months, but the scars of that initial rejection went deeper than I realized. When I returned to the hospital floor for the clinical placement I did last year, I struggled with feeling fearful and inadequate for the work and the words of that former preceptor that I didn’t have a clue kept playing in the back of my mind. There wasn’t any motivation based on differences in appearance – that preceptor was of European ancestry like me (incidentally, I have had two clinical teachers that were of African descent and both have been wonderful and very supportive) – but I saw enough of the preceptor to know she wasn’t very nice to others, so it is no surprise that she wasn’t nice to me.

    I use the textbooks that are useful. I have three main textbooks from this program, one about four inches thick on nursing different conditions (we call it the Med-Surg, because the title is Medical-Surgical Nursing), and two others a bit thinner on Anatomy & Physiology (nickname A&P) and Pathophysiology (nickname Patho). There were other, smaller textbooks which I have hardly used – three of them not at all and I didn’t purchase a couple of others – and only with the humanities course (Greek, Latin and history) textbooks did I do all the readings. But those big three textbooks are highly practical and valuable resources. I had left the A&P and Med-Surg textbooks from my college program (they were at the same academic level, though not the same publisher, as the ones I have now) to be used in West Africa, so I am glad to have those resources again.

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  26. Oh, that pond is lovely. It reminds me so much of one on Pickney Island near Hilton Head. The major difference is no alligators at Cheryl’s pond!

    I am trying to finish up a few entries for a writing contest. I came in late to the office and brought lunch for the four of us. I still need to work more on the website to finalize it, but I am momentarily on a detour.

    Today the church newsletter arrived saying that my church and Northpoint, Andy Stanley’s church, are signing the rental agreement.

    Gotta get back to the computer. This blog is quite active for a Friday!

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  27. Son just plays games on school provided computers or other devices he is not allowed to have though he only uses one ear bud in case the teacher has something important to say. He rarely does any homework or turns in any work. He flunks most tests with a stellar F but it does not matter as they let him redo them until he gets them right after the end of the quarter and give him the grade he “earns” rather than the one he deserves.

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  28. I don’t remember the first time I used a mouse, but I vividly remember the first time I saw one. I was visiting a software developer friend at his Xerox office early in the 80s. His computer was amazing, unlike any I’d seen or worked on, with moveable windows and a mouse. It was very cool!

    Until today I thought the graphical interface was a Xerox innovation, but I just read that many of the ideas had been around for years and the earliest mouses were developed at Stanford in the ’60s. I guess it just took awhile for anyone to figure out how to incorporate them into a personal computer. The 1983 Apple Lisa is the earliest GUI personal computer I know about, followed by the Macintosh in 1984 and Microsoft Windows in 1985.

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  29. FWIW, my college courses rarely used actual textbooks. Courses like Broadcasting (required for my Communications major, but totally irrelevant to me otherwise) used textbooks. Outside of college, when you want to do research on, say, church history, you don’t go and find a “textbook” on the subject; you buy a book written by an expert in the field or, better yet, you buy and read more than one book on the subject. We would do the same, and then we might be assigned a research paper where we could go more in depth on a specific aspect that we chose. So the reading was usually worthwhile. I chose professors partly based on who gave reading that was worthwhile. Once I started working in the library during summers, I had an advantage, because I got to get a better look at what professors assigned. (We usually had a couple copies of each title on reserve.) I didn’t care which professors were hard and which were easy; I just avoided those who assigned busywork or who had bad reading assignments. I had one professor who had a reputation for being extremely hard–and he probably earned it–but I took him three times (everything he taught that fit in my program) largely because his reading assignments were brilliant. He also didn’t put trick questions in his tests. But professors who assigned workbooks with lots of blanks to fill in were professors I avoided.

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  30. Oh, remember the rollout of Windows 95? If I remember correctly it came out in 96 or 97.
    I still miss Windows XP. I could do anything in that. I am on Windows 10 but am seriously thinking of going to a Mac when this laptop gives up the ghost.

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  31. A boyfriend had one of the first Macs in the early ’80s, seemed little more than a word processor then, of course. The Internet changed everything.

    I have loved the MacPro laptops. My current one probably needs replacing, it’s 10 years old and has become very glitchy and slow. It’s getting a workout when I’m working from home with all kinds of tabs needing to run simultaneously.

    Cheryl, that’s so wonderful that you have that special ‘spot’ in your new neighborhood. What a fun find.

    Here’s a cool video of our more urban nature areas on our southern cliffs in town:

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  32. The first personal computer I saw was in 1977. A friend bought it at Radio Shack. I forget what brand it was, but all it had was a CPU and a keyboard. The monitor was an old TV, connected by coaxial cable. The input was a cassette deck. We were going to play some game (Star Trek, I think) and he put the cassette in, and suggested we get snacks since it would take 20 minutes to load the game. Amazing to think that now that game would load in seconds.

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  33. My computer is fairly new and, at the recommendation of our CTS department, still has windows 7. It works much better than any of the newer ones.

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  34. The new photo is from our nature trail, a mile or so from my house. Southern Indiana is an outstanding place for cardinals–they nest in shrubs and short trees, so their nests are close enough to the ground to become easy prey for cats, raccoons, and so forth. That means that an area with lots and lots of shrubbery has a lot more protection for a cardinal nest than an area that only has, say, a hedge here and there outside a home, usually in a neighborhood with a cat or two wandering at night.

    I walked a mile or less of the trail, and then backtracked, and I must have seen at least a dozen cardinals. I like this one because it has huge amounts of green (representing our region well), but your eye is drawn immediately to that in the picture that is not green–that bright red dot, the male cardinal. Even from half a mile away, that bird cannot hide. Except, I suppose, to them with red-green color blindness.

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  35. Kim, no, but we were really close — instead I cut over to get to the house as it was starting to get dark and we still had to eat and get you to OC. 🙂

    I’m still at work, very long day … and my sea lion notes bled into my cop interview notes and they bled into the homeless notes. But I managed to figure them all out.

    Now I just want to go home!

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