Arriving home from Paris, where it was in the 40s and 50s, I entered a full wintry mix. Ice, snow, sleet, freezing rain. My lovely host mother drove the normally easy 40 minutes to get me in an hour and a half. The way home was no faster.
School started up again; it was good to be back. Classes now trust and know me, they raise their hands and talk, respect me when I try to keep them on task, and always say hi to me in the hallways. It is a great feeling to see what an influence, however small, I am having on their learning experience.
Down the street , past old brick farmhouses, cows, and corn, is the Schützenverein – a sort of “country club” where you can do some pellet gun target practice and play soccer. Claudia and I pass men playing Fußball (foos-ball) and step inside the newish brick one-story building. Inside, four kids ages 8-18 are working the bar; we order an Alster (half beer half sprite) each and walk across the tiled floor to the large room next door. I was quite surprised to find myself in what resembled a brightly lit church basement; it was not at all what I pictured a “shooting club” to be like. Continue reading “Schützenverein Fulde: And on Fridays, We Go Shooting”→
Packing didn’t exactly go as planned. In the weeks before leaving, I laid out all my clothes on the apartment floor, determined to pack perfectly this time around: One pile for California, one pile for storage, one pile for Germany. The furniture was gone and I took over the floor, everything was neat and organized. California outfits packed and wore perfectly. But when Saturday came, the final day, we packed the rest of the apartment into our cars and ran out of time. All prospective outfits were shoved in bags and we headed east to deal with clothes later. Continue reading “Leaving for Germany One More Time”→
On the 29th of August, I ate my last brunch in the peace of the Berkshire Mountains and packed up my entire life to bring it to my parent’s just north of Boston. Yes, it was harder than I thought and yes, it took way longer than I thought, especially considering what I had done the weeks leading up to my move… Continue reading “Summer Comes to a Close”→
by Mariah Prescott HotRodHotline.com – Article published here
May 13, 2015
In the early 70s, Jack moved to Texas from Wisconsin and tucked his small collection of three Cadillacs, an REO, a Milburn, and a Kozy Trailer away in the barn out back. Like many other car guys, he had the intention of someday pulling them out again and restoring them to their glory but also like many of us never found the time or money.
“…changes in educational structures can have dynamic effects on entire economies. A list of the richest countries in the world is dominated by open, trade-driven economies. Oil economies aside, the top 10 includes countries where trilingualism is typical, like Luxembourg, Switzerland and Singapore, and small countries like the Scandinavian ones, where English knowledge is excellent.
There are of course many reasons that such countries are rich. But a willingness to learn about export markets, and their languages, is a plausible candidate. One study, led byJames Foreman-Peck of Cardiff Business School, has estimated that lack of foreign-language proficiency in Britain costs the economy £48 billion ($80 billion), or 3.5% of GDP, each year. Even if that number is high, the cost of assuming that foreign customers will learn your language, and never bothering to learn theirs, is certainly a lot greater than zero. So if Mr Saiz had run his language-premium study against a parallel-universe America, in which the last half-century had been a golden age of language-learning, he might have found a bigger foreign-language bonus (and a bigger GDP pie to divide) in that more open and export-oriented fantasy America. And of course greater investment in foreign-language teaching would have other dynamic effects: more and better teachers and materials, plus a cultural premium on multilingualism, means more people will actually master a language, rather than wasting several years never getting past la plume de ma tante, as happens in Britain and America.”
by Mariah Prescott RacingJunk.com – Article published here
May 5, 2015
Tom Hoover, “Father of the Hemi” passed away on April 30th at the age of 85 following a long-term illness. Born and raised just west of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, his father was an auto mechanic. After high school, he went on to pursue a degree at Juanita College in his hometown, but it was interrupted by the Korean War. Hoover served 19 months overseas with the National Guard. He returned to Juanita College and completed his bachelor’s degree in physics before completing a master’s from Penn State. In 1955, he started at Chrysler Corporation and received a second Master’s degree from the Chrysler institute in automotive engineering.
1 ripe banana, sliced and frozen
1/4 c orange juice
1/4 c water
3/4 c full cream coconut milk
1/2 c dairy- free ice cream (I used SoDelicious Chocolate Coconut Ice Cream)
2 T dairy and grain free hot chocolate mix
1 T chocolate syrup
I also added a scoop of my favorite protein powder just like I do to my daily smoothies.
Combine in blender and whirl until creamy and smooth, serve in a pint glass with a straw.