tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62150677711795479782024-02-20T20:36:48.859-07:00The Scientific DomesticMusings about science, education and baking.... but mostly baking.Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-34502371767935949872014-07-19T16:06:00.003-06:002014-07-19T16:06:42.553-06:00Beginnings & Endings. When I first started blogging, I wanted to do something akin to online journaling/scrap booking - keep track of what I was doing, thoughts on various things...<br />
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I used to journal a lot when I was younger. But as I got older, I found that if I missed some time, getting back into it always felt awkward. The longer it got left, the less inclined I felt to start again. What do you say? Address the length of time it's been since the last entry? Pretend the last two months didn't happen?<br />
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That is just ridiculous - the last two months have been so amazingly busy - my brother got married to one of my best friends, I have a job for sure in the fall (which is SUPER exciting - and makes for a significantly less stressful summer), I am going to Quebec next week... Do I spend a large amount of time recapping?<br />
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While I may be a little bit older, my blogging habits are exactly like my journaling habits. The longer I do not write anything, the less excited I am about writing something new.<br />
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So I am unsure about what to do with this blog - it has served me well as a outlet for the past few years, but I think it is time to try something else. I might get it printed into a book. I might not.<br />
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At the urging of my principal I have been experimenting with twitter to keep me in touch with the education community and news, and at the urging of my friends I have become a bit addicted to Instagram to record little moments throughout my week. If you've enjoyed reading anything I've written, you can find me on either of those platforms under the moniker "thegingerjohnsn" - a nod to the nickname my MUN students gave me. <br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-70348731766793412082014-05-25T20:48:00.000-06:002014-06-09T18:58:20.504-06:00Open Letter.<div>
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Having a gay man in the NFL is a huge affront to societies ideals of masculinity, ideals that are becoming a more and more obvious problem. Men are expected to be all sorts of macho, paragons of virility, and if you don't measure up there is something wrong with you. This past weekend's events in Isla Vista, California, reveal the terrible consequences of this distorted view of masculinity we are teaching our boys. </div>
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I was not very happy, however, when I thought my roof might be leaking, based on the spot that appeared on the ceiling in my bathroom. I was happy to find out that was not the case, thanks to my awesome brother, who did a bunch of roof yoga in my attic to figure out where the moisture was coming from.<br />
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As March 14 is also Einstein's Birthday, I decided to celebrate by starting a course on Special Relativity with <a href="http://www.worldscienceu.com/">WorldScienceU</a>, the new project of Brian Greene. As I don't have tons of time to devote to it (semester is zipping by, and wedding related things are coming up quick) I am doing the theoretical, not math based course, and opted out of being graded. I've taken both Relativistic and Quantum physics courses in the past, so this is a for-fun refresher!</div>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-40431796770042724782014-02-20T17:19:00.001-07:002014-02-20T23:00:24.756-07:00Overtime.We have been streaming Olympics on the large TV in the cafeteria at school. This was the scene today, when we effectively canceled block 3 when the women's gold medal game vs USA went into overtime.<br />
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Although this was before overtime started. It got really full! Practically the whole school turned out to watch! It was a cool experience to have everyone groan and cheer together (and groan really loud when the feed froze and the action stopped!)<br />
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One of our foreign exchange students took a similar picture to me, stating "this would only happen in Canada!"</div>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-55508102299400455442014-02-19T21:48:00.001-07:002014-02-19T21:48:20.710-07:00Prepared?Instead of prepping to take a group of students to a conference over the next three days, I have spent the evening watching <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/vlogbrothers?feature=watch">vlogbrothers</a> videos. Productive? Not really. Awesome? Yes.Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-60205908777842252092014-02-16T11:27:00.001-07:002014-02-16T11:30:45.291-07:00Venus.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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It's no secret I am not a fan of Valentines Day. It's so commercial. You shouldn't let the people you care about know you care about them only because greeting card companies tell you that you should.<br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-1737214119007762822014-02-12T19:18:00.001-07:002014-02-12T20:23:11.947-07:00Darwin Day.Way back in July 2011, when I started this blog, my first post was about a common misconception regarding the theory of evolution by natural selection.<br />
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Evolution is consistently in the media, and is often presented as something that still requires debating, as "just a theory", or as some skewed version of itself. One of the biggest problems is that evolution by natural selection is viewed as being mutually exclusive with religion. Last I checked, Pope John Paul II was a man of pretty strong faith, and he declared evolution to be a fact, so clearly the two can be reconciled. (Phil Platt, the Bad Astronomer, wrote an excellent column about it <a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/bad_astronomy/2014/02/05/creationism_debate_should_we_engage_anti_science.html">here</a>)</div>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-47722754692406072882014-02-10T19:23:00.001-07:002014-02-11T21:32:18.962-07:00Olympics.I love watching the Olympics. When else will the average person get super into biathlon?<br />
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-91422201188907396112014-02-06T21:25:00.001-07:002014-02-16T11:37:27.869-07:00Rustic.Made scones this evening. I adore raspberry scones. Nothing like some tea, warm buttered scones and Pavarotti music to make a chilly Thursday evening all the better.<br />
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Day #1 of teachers convention today. Had a nice, fun day today. Tomorrow is looking long. Good thing I'll have some biscuits to tide me over. </div>
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Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-46208119317170739362014-02-05T22:54:00.001-07:002014-02-05T22:54:22.096-07:00Still An Invalid...Sort of. I can drive. I can (sort of) do stairs. I can wear certain pairs of shoes... I am on the way to being better!<div><br></div><div>Progress can sometimes be a very slow thing, whether it's a sprained ankle or the students in my classroom. We started a new semester last week, so it's been pretty busy lately. </div><div><br></div><div>My classes consist of boys. Lots of boys. As one coworker described looking out over my block 2's, "that is a sea of dudes." Out of the 85 students I have in a day right now, 19 of them are girls. Just the way the cookie crumbles. </div><div><br></div><div>Having such a massive gender divide in the class does funny things to the dynamic, but I have a lot of fun with boys. (Easier to handle than the semester long slumber party that was the class of 5 boys and 25 girls. Every time I turned around, hair was being braided). </div><div><br></div><div>We've just finished with the getting aquatinted and doing review stage, and come up with the following class motto. I think it will be my motto for 2014 in general. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhs4KIPR4m5uRmkeOVoVW6Ell1mTumFgGFxhwwcYenarUC6KREu2gRa4hldapflJ7ZDdBgOAK55CCHqy7YdKlH8BAUDDQSn6MyRIaWsWRFV-niW2kwup1X5zuWc2MxkJTqQZUYvs_YYQ/s640/blogger-image-1369111529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhs4KIPR4m5uRmkeOVoVW6Ell1mTumFgGFxhwwcYenarUC6KREu2gRa4hldapflJ7ZDdBgOAK55CCHqy7YdKlH8BAUDDQSn6MyRIaWsWRFV-niW2kwup1X5zuWc2MxkJTqQZUYvs_YYQ/s640/blogger-image-1369111529.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07482762439575194621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215067771179547978.post-26928651509363551082014-01-25T19:51:00.001-07:002014-01-26T11:06:52.605-07:00Invalid.So... I sprained my ankle last weekend.<br />
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For the past week, I have been incapable of putting on actual shoes, going down stairs slower than 90 year old men, mooching rides off friends and coworkers (hello, yesterday's ride home in a Jag...) and being generally laid up.</div>
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Hasn't been too bad at school all week, but a weekend at home with no car? Sheesh. I did all kinds of things around the house today when I probably should have been sitting with my foot up... I realigned the drawer under my stove... Checked the fluids in my car (coolant is low)... Did three loads of laundry.... Rearranged some of the pictures on my walls (which included moving these prints by the art teacher at my school into the hallway where they can be appreciated more than in my room)....</div>
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