Lazing in Champaign

Lucy and I left Kalamazoo today and drove to Champaign. We had a great time in Kalamazoo hanging out with everyone and going to the art fair. This morning, we started out early.

We drove to 5th street and, while crossing the train tracks, saw a box turtle. I rescued it from the tracks and put it somewhere safe. I hadn't seen a box turtle in years -- I don't think I've seen one in Massachusetts. He was a handsome, active fellow who'd lost a foot, but didn't seem the worse for it. I was glad to get him out of danger.

We met up with everyone, packed the car, and then saw Phil and Jackie onto the train. Afterwards, we went to what used to the Country Maid for a wedgie.

The place has changed owners and is now the Eldorado Cafe, but seems mostly the same inside. They still do a great trade. The wedgies seemed as good as they ever did.

Lucy and I hit the road before noon and decided to just take the expressway. Unfortunately, as we got close to Chicago, we saw a warning that I-57 was closed and suggested looking for an alternate route. We decided to turn south on highway 41 and then turned west on highway 30, which we hoped would be south of the problem. It was rather slow going. About half the way along highway 30, huge thunderclouds began to roll in and we had a driving rain storm -- a real toad-strangler. We crept along and eventually came out the other side, around the time we got to I-57. Unfortunately, it turned out that we were still north of the closure, so we had no sooner gotten on the highway when we were diverted onto a detour.

The detour went really slow. Looking at the map, we saw that when the detour went back west to meet up with 57, we could just continue south and 57 would eventually join us. We escaped from the detour and made better time after that. The road was in poor repair, however, and after several bone-jarring miles, we saw a sign that said "rough road ahead".

We arrived in plenty of time. We picked up beer and got pizza for everyone before Phil and Jackie got back and just sat in the shade drinking beer until they arrived. A satisfactory day. Tomorrow, we start trying to ride our bikes to Phil and Jackie's house.

Champaign

Lucy and I took off on Thursday and began driving west. We took the Masspike and New York Thruway as far as Buffalo and then decided to head north, through Niagara Falls to take the Canadian route to Michigan. I've usually gone the other way to avoid the international crossings, but we'd brought our passports and had no problems crossing the border.

I've seen Niagara Falls before. I had kind of wanted to stop and see the falls again, but the parking lot close enough to walk to the falls charged $18. So, although we could see the falls from the car, we didn't stop and get out.

After that, we meandered around the backroads, trying to feel our way west to pick up the highway to Windsor. Eventually, we stopped at a little restaurant in Smithville for a country cooked dinner and then drove until after dark. We got one of the last rooms in Brantford and spent the night in a Days Inn.

This morning, we hit the road early, crossed back into the US around noon, and, stopping only for Fourth Meal, we drove straight to Kalamazoo.

We spent a charming afternoon and evening with everyone at Richard and Katy's house in the woods. A couple of large thunderstorms rumbled through and we sat in the screened in porch to listen to the rain and smell the fresh air. It was wonderful. Katy had prepared a delicious meal: salad, chicken with rosemary, fried potatoes, peas, and some good, hearty bread. After dinner, we had coffee and pie. We had great conversations about the kids and life and growing up and getting old.

Tonight, Lucy and I are staying in a Fairfield Inn. When we checked in, the guy mentioned that the storm had knocked out the alarm system and they were "working on it". What we didn't realize was that "working on it" meant manually setting off dozens of sensors and then then turning it off. And each time they set it off, it would sound an ear-spitting klaxon in our room. I'm a bit disappointed that the guy didn't mention we might want to go out for a drink for an hour or so until they were done. He claims they're done now and that it won't keep going off. If it goes off during the night, I'll be quite upset.

Tomorrow is the Art Festival in Kalamazoo. It will be nice to do something besides drive, for a change.

On the Road

This fall, I've agreed to teach the online course I co-developed with Buzz Hoagland. It's an ecology course for practicing middle-school teachers working toward a Master's Degree in Science Education. Today, I met with Kathy Davis to talk about some of the new approaches I'm planning to try.

When I taught it previously, I was somewhat disappointed with the outcomes -- too many students would fade during the course and fail. Kathy has assured me that this was the result of students being subsidized and, now that students are paying their own way, they're more likely to be serious. (This isn't to say I didn't have serious students before -- some of the students were among the most dedicated I've ever had.)

One of the biggest challenges was getting student groups to function effectively. I'm hoping that using Organic Groups in Drupal will provide additional support for students working together closely. I'm also going to clarify the nature of the group work so that the nature of the interaction is more clearly circumscribed.

I'm also planning to add concept-mapping to the activities of the course. There is an excellent concept-mapping software package that allows group interaction and simulataneous editing of concept maps. The challenge is going to be reducing the other work required in the course to provide enough time for students to work on concept maps -- they're very time-consuming. Still, I think it may help make the conceptual structure of the course more concrete. We always knew what it was, but we worried that students sometimes came away with many of the conceptual relationships still vague.

Organisms: Diversity and Interactions

Over the past couple of years, I got drawn into various leadership and governance activities. I got sucked into the vice-presidency of the Esperanto League for North America and of my local union (in addition to being the president of the regional Esperanto organization and chairing a couple of faculty senate committees, etc). The result has been that I've gotten stretched too thin. In July, I will rotate of the board of the MSP. When the "kandidatiga komitato had asked me about Esperanto-USA, I had originally agreed to continue to serve -- assuming no-one else wanted to do it. (When they had initially asked me, it was pretty clear they were scraping the bottom of the barrel). I was suprised when the ballot arrived and they had found someone to run against me! After being initially dismayed -- since they had clearly violated the spirit of my agreement to be a candidate -- I was relieved to know I wasn't going to have to do it anymore and I withdrew as a candidate. I'm free!

Esperanto-USA has serious problems. The main problem is that it doesn't really do anything. It's a placeholder for Esperanto activity in the US, but the real activity has largely routed around it by setting up the Esperanto Studies Foundation. ESF runs NASK (the summer Esperanto course) and is about the only thing that does any research or advocacy. Esperanto-USA does do some stuff. They have a membership (declining). They run a catalog bookstore. And there's a newsletter. It's an old-style social organization, like the kinds that have been dying out all over the country. Indeed all over the world. No-one really knows how organizations like these can survive.

It used to be that to participate in the Esperanto community, you needed to have some kind of guide or entr

Time

The semester is trailing off into summer. I wasn't happy with how the semester ended up for my students. Some of them aren't happy either. I've felt bad for a few days -- wondering if there wasn't something more I could have done. But over the last couple of days, looking at the data and seeing to what lengths I went to rescue people, I've satisfied myself that I really couldn't have done much more.

I've replaced almost all of the computers in the BCRC. There is one left to go, but I've decided to replace that one with the workstation I had been using, so there will still be one PowerPC computer available for people who want to use the old Classic software, like PAUP. I've moved most of my stuff over, but want to check for another day or so.

On Thursday, Lucy and I start driving West. We're planning to visit Kalamazoo first, then head to Champaign for a few days. Lucy is going to stay in Champaign while I head on to BioQUEST.

I wanted to take my bike with me so we got a new bike rack for the cool car. We picked it up the morning and it works great. We should be able to take both our bikes and reduce the amount we have to drive around once we reach our destinations.

I also wanted to get Daniel his new bicycle before we left. His birthday isn't until early July, but seemed silly to wait to get him a new bicycle when he's really outgrown the one he's using. So we went to the store this afternoon and picked one out. We got him a mountain bike with cross-training tires. We were able to ride home from bike store (as is appropriate when you get a new bike) because I could carry my bike to the store on our new rack.

Daniel is very pleased. There is still plenty more he wants to get, however: a cyclometer, a light, toe-clips, and a camel-back hydration system to start. Tomorrow, we're planning to take a long ride and have a picnic lunch while we're out.

Semester trails off

I had originally intended to take a long ride today and made arrangements to be out of the office until 3:30 -- I needed to get away from the office for a bit anyway. But then it turned out that Charlie has a public science presentation at school about sustainability. So, instead of taking a long ride, I decided to try a faster ride.

The wind was out of the north, so I rode north into Sunderland. There is a long hill on the way into Sunderland, which blocks the wind to some extent and, since one isn't going all that fast anyway, the wind doesn't make as much of a difference. I remember this hill seeming more difficult in the past. On the other side of the hill, there's a long downhill run into Sunderland -- right into the teeth of the wind, but no problem since its downhill. In the middle of Sunderland, I turned left onto 47 and headed south. I took a quick break at the Millhouse Farm Market for a cup of coffee and started flying south. With the wind behind me, I could spin along at 15mph (which is pretty fast, for me). I love the way it's so quiet when I ride with the wind. Eventually, I turned back east to get home, but I rode around 13 miles at an average speed of more than 10mph -- I had been averaging less than 8 up until now.

Maybe I can fit in that long bike ride this weekend...

Faster

Daniel kaj Lucy ?e restoracio After the long ride yesterday, I decided a short ride was in order today. Lucy, Daniel and I rode downtown to the Lord Jeff and had drinks and a light meal. I had a glass of chardonay and we shared an appetizer. It was another beautiful day and we had a wonderful time sitting in the shade and chatting in the warm breeze. The only downside was a nasty blower that the Lord Jeff has right by their exit that would run every so often, drowning out conversation.

I could have ridden quite a bit further, but this was perfect. It's all uphill to downtown, so after our brunch, we could practically just coast home. Tomorrow the weather looks like it will be unsettled. I'm hoping to get work taken care of before noon and have the rain finished up by then as well, letting me take a long bike ride in the afternoon. I think I'm about ready to circumnagivate the Connecticut River.

Short ride day

I took a long bike ride today, leaving around 10 and getting home around 2pm. I wasn't riding all the time -- I rode to the bridge along the bike trail and then explored the new extension into Northampton. I rode along King Street into the middle of Northampton and past to Northampton Bicycle. Then I rode back and turned right at the middle, went under the tracks and along past Joe's Spaghetti. I had a hankering for fried rice, but the Chinese places weren't open yet. So I rode back along the bike trail to Whole Foods and stopped there. I couldn't find fried rice, but I did see a weird "forbidden black rice salad" that looked cool, so I got some of that and some clam chowder. The last 5 miles were the toughest: its the endless hill part of the bike trail and then there are two small climbs at the end of the bikeway connector and by Computer Science. It looks like I rode around 25 miles, all in all. It was about the right amount for the day.

The bike trail is one of the best things about the Amherst area -- it gets a lot of use. There is work going on near the bridge to smooth out the places where roots have created rough patches along the trail. Some places are so rough that you can barely ride, but there are only a few places like that. It's a very restful way to ride a bike, without having cars zipping by just waiting to clip you.

Afterwards, I had planned on going to my office to finish off grades, but the weather is just too nice. It's sunny and cool with a very light breeze -- simply perfect weather. Maybe it will rain tomorrow and make it easy for me to sneak into the office for a couple of hours. But not today.

Long bike ride

Chatting with Phil this morning, I realized that my class is like the boardwalk at a bog. A handful of students just stand at the trail head and never walk out onto the boardwalk at all. A fair number of students just tramp on through. They start on one side and walk straight through to the other side, staring straight ahead the whole time. Some pay so little attention to where they're going, they miss a turn, fall off, and get sucked down into the mud. Others look around and discover cotton grass gently waving in the breeze, beautiful delicate orchids, interesting carnivorous plants, fascinating biological diversity, and compelling natural beauty -- they have a great time and some tell me it was their favorite experience at the university. All the while, I wave my arms and try to get people to look at the cool stuff or run around trying to pull people out of the mud. As the mud closes over them they say things like, "Why did you make us walk on this boardwalk anyway? Why couldn't we just drive around the bog on the highway?"

My class is like a bog...

I started grading yesterday -- I wrote some SQL queries to extract entries for each of the blog (journal), forum (Perfect Paragraph), and Comment postings that students wrote along with a time stamp. By subtracting the time of the first one and dividing by 604800 (the number of seconds in a week), I could see which week each event happened in. There should have been at least one journal entry, one perfect paragraph, and three comments each week. Minimally. Sometimes students try to write a bunch of stuff at the end to make it seem like they've been engaged all semester. Sorry -- I'm not that stupid.

It's been a rough semester. The students seemed like they were playing chicken with one another: waiting to see who would crack and actually do some work; hoping that someone else would write the stuff they were supposed to write. Tomorrow, when I actually assign grades, its going to be bleak. I've never had so many students with missing work before -- and not just one or two things. I've occasionally had one or two students that didn't complete all of the assignments. This semester, it's much worse than I've ever seen before. But I don't really have a choice. I wrote the syllabus and now I have to follow it. To do anything else wouldn't be fair to the students who did do all the work.

I had a long conversation with Randy today. One of my key goals has always been to put students into a position where they understand that they need to learn stuff and then support them in learning what they need to know. In reading the reflective essays this semester, I see a substantial number of students who said, "I didn't know about X (trees, for example), so it was hard for me to do anything". What? Excuse me? If you don't know about something, you find out! What's the question? Haven't you ever heard of the library? Or the internet? Or the bookstore? The essence of being an educated person is that when you find you don't know something, and you need to, you go find out. I guess the students were playing chicken with me to: waiting to see if I wouldn't fill in the pieces they didn't know for them. And, in many ways, I did.

I've never contributed so much to a class's research project before. I've usually left it to the students to organize and conduct. Since I'd made an arrangement with the tree warden, however, I felt more responsibility than usual, so I wrote the methods for the students and volunteered to go with them into the field to help them collect data. Only two groups took me up on the deal. (Although another group asked me to meet, but then didn't show up and left me sitting for an hour). Sigh...

I'm not sure what to do next time. I had some great students this semester: as interesting and capable as I've ever had. But several of them had terribly disappointing experiences when they got paired up with partners that did nothing. It's hard to know what to do.

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