May 27th, 2007


Not a chance

Your Score: Teacher

You scored 70 intelligence, 64 diligence, 46 charisma, and 45 compassion!

You are well-rounded and nurturing. The future of the world is in your hands. People will never understand how difficult your job is until they try it. "Don't you spend all day coloring pictures?" Ha. Right.

Other jobs you might be good at: pretty much anything you enjoy

Link: The Ideal Job for Your Personality Test written by newbluechampion on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Whoever made this test had a much higher regard for teachers than I do. Of course, I am a teacher -- I even have a doctorate in education -- but I couldn't make it in the world of public school teaching. The constraints that would be placed upon me to go along with the Degreed Dullards™ would cause an explosion somewhere.
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Finally, a real post

I've spent the last three days on vacation out at Wilderstead, doing chores. I went over Thursday afternoon. Met up with that_guy_zach for a confab with a church champ director about starting a new United Methodist Scout Retreat in a year or so. Then we met up again after I'd dumped my stuff in the holler and we proceeded to go out and eat fish and chips.

Friday morning, I got my trimmer mower (a weed eater on steroids) going and whacked down the paths and such on the hither side of the creek. I also vacuumed up all the shreds of insulation from my last trip to the cabin. collinsmom arrived for lunch with Sassafras the Wonder Dog, and we spent the rest of the day together. We talked about how to wire the circuits we wanted and lots of other things. We camped out in the cabin thereafter.

ða Wif ond se hund left Saturday morning. Sassy had a lot of burrs, as usual, that must be combed out of her coat. "There will be tears," I said. After they took off, I got down to business. It took me till 3:30 in the afternoon to finish the insulation job I had begun last trip. I also got most of the wire installed for two (out of three) circuits. I was stinko like you can't imagine when that job was done, so I went down to the creek to bathe. Wasn't much water left, but I managed to find a nice, reasonably clear pool. Then I went into town to run errands. I spent a quiet evening in the woods.

This morning, I finished the third circuit, plus ran some coax cable that collinsmom wants for later. I then mowed on the other side of the creek, where Fuji's grave lies. I cleaned the cabin top to bottom to get rid of all the insulation fluff and sawdust (from drilling holes for wire), then I treated it for bugs. The last thing I did before leaving was to set off a bug fogger underneath the cabin in the crawl space.

I wouldn't want you to think that I was merely playing hooky from church, though. I've done more praying the last couple of days than I have in the last couple of months. So it was sort of like a work retreat for me. A valuable use of time, and I hope it leads to something.

I took some pictures, which you will find below the cut, along with some commentary.
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Another Good Book

Just finished Our First Revolution, Michael Barone's history of the Glorious Revolution of 1688-89. It is a wonderful book, full of illuminating detail, as well as the ability to deliver a punch line. For example:
The First Revolution was a tremendously consequential event and a tremendously improbable one. . . . as the historian Paul Rahe writes, it "was by no means inevitable. It more nearly resembled a freak accident." William of Orange, stadholder of the Netherlands, assembled an army variously estimated at 15,00 to 20,000 men and a flotilla of five hundred ships, crossed the English Channel in the usually wind-tossed month of November, then pushed James II to order his army to retreat without a battle. Princess Mary, Williams' wife, and Princess Anne cooperated in the ouster of their father, James II. It was, as Pocock continues, "a spectacular display of reason of state rising above the restraints of common morality; daughters dethroned their father, even the sanitized version of King Lear was hard to perform for many years, and what William of Orange and John Churchill severally did is still enough to take your breath away if you think about it." Or, as the Calvinist and usually humorless William said to the Anglican clergyman Gilbert Burnet after his troops successfully landed in England, "Well, Doctor, what do you think of predestination now?"