Why Is Spencer Jack Learning To Write Right Handed?

Interesting incoming email from Spencer Jack's dad, my Favorite Nephew Jason.

Subject line: Learning cursive (writing)

Does FUD think that this is necessary? Third grader FNSJ has informed me that his school is now requiring all homework be turned in in "cursive" (the new lingo for 'writing.')

Seems backwards.

In forth grade will they learn how to chisel into stone?

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I thought I'd read somewhere sometime ago that teaching kids how to write what I think was called "longhand" when I learned to write is, apparently, now, not universally taught.

I Googled to see if my memory was correct regarding "longhand" meaning cursive to see there is a Wikipedia article on this important subject titled, appropriately, "Cursive".

The first paragraph of the Wikipedia Cursive article....

Cursive, also known as longhand, script, handwriting, looped writing, joined-up writing, joint writing, or running writing is any style of penmanship in which the symbols of the language are written in a conjoined and/or flowing manner, generally for the purpose of making writing faster. Formal cursive is generally joined, but casual cursive is a combination of joins and pen lifts. The writing style can be further divided as "looped", "italic", or "connected".

So, I remembered correctly that I learned "longhand" whilst a youngster in grade school.

In the Wikipedia article we also learn that a nationwide survey found that the majority of elementary school teachers lacked training in teaching cursive handwriting, with only 12 percent claiming to have taken a course to teach it.

In the Wikipedia article we also learn that some states have opted out of requiring schools to teach cursive handwriting. And that as of 2011 44 states have adopted the Common Core State Standards, standards which do not include teaching cursive handwriting. The individual states are debating whether or not to include teaching cursive handwriting in their state's standards.

I have no idea what the current standard is regarding teaching cursive handwriting in the state Spencer Jack lives in. I do know that Spencer Jack does not go to a public school, which may explain why his private school seems to be being a bit strident about this teaching cursive deal.

The main thing I learned from this incoming cursive email is that Spencer Jack writes right-handed. Spencer Jack is the eldest son of an eldest Jones son. For generations the eldest son of a Jones son is always left handed. This usually also applies to the eldest son of the eldest daughter of a Jones son.

Now, in Spencer Jack's case he is the eldest son of the second eldest son of the eldest son of the eldest son of the eldest son of a Jones son, so, maybe that second eldest thing caused the right-handed loophole in Spencer Jack's case.

I remember being left-handed made learning cursive handwriting more difficult for me. Or so I thought at the time. My handwriting has always been a bit different from how it is supposed to look. In the modern era I use cursive handwriting so seldom that when I do the effort borders on being illegible.

There are multiple fonts that replicate cursive handwriting quite well. Maybe Spencer Jack can type his cursive longhand handwriting at home and fool his teachers.....

Last Night Zelda Put Me To Sleep With A Tale Of Southern Racist Bigotry

The lady you see raising her fist here is Sheila James Kuehl.

Sheila James Kuehl rose to fame in the early 60s due to her portrayal of Zelda Gilroy on the CBS sitcom known as The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis.

Last night whilst watching TV on my phone, horizontal in bed, waiting for the sleep bug to bite me, I came upon a YouTube video of Sheila James Kuehl reminiscing about an aspect of her time on Dobie Gillis.

With that aspect being Ms. Kuehl's fond, poignant memories of the castmate she refers to over and over again as Bobby.

Bobby, as in Bob Denver, he of Maynard G. Krebs fame on Dobie Gillis and Gilligan fame on Gilligan's Island.

The first fond memory of Bobby was not the part of the video which impressed me. It was the story Sheila told of an incident she and Bob Denver experienced  in Birmingham, Alabama which impressed me. An experience which ended with Bob Denver beaten by three white racists because he had the temerity to come to the defense of an elderly black woman the three bigots were harassing.

Racism that I have personally experienced in the modern day South has been troubling my conscience for a couple months now. In the video Sheila remarks that the racism experienced in Alabama was shocking to her and Bob Denver, with their Southern California sensibilities.

I'm guessing it is my Pacific Northwest sensibilities which cause me to have a difficult time understanding why so many people I have contact with, people born and raised in the South, seem to have no trouble being co-horts of overt racists, rationalizing being tolerant in ways unfathomable to me.

Anyway, watch the video below to hear Zelda's tale of Gilligan getting beat up by three idiot racists....

Too Cool To Pool Or Watch Seattle Seahawks Super Bowl Quest

Seems like only a couple weeks ago I had my last swim of the old year.

Ten days into the new year the pool looks as inviting as it did when I last got wet in it.

However, the outer world temperature currently is barely above freezing, at 36, after having dipped into the 20s during the night.

Hence the pool is too cool to be doable.

Last night was not cold enough to be what is known as a three dog night, but it was cold enough to be what is known as a three blanket night.

Currently a large number of football fans from my old home zone are enduring what may be the coldest NFL game in football history, hoping to beat some Vikings in Minneapolis en route to this year's Super Bowl.

I doubt many of the Seattle Seahawks are used to playing in sub-zero temperatures, while those Vikings may feel perfectly comfortable.

Does Minneapolis have a covered stadium, ala the Dallas Cowboys stadium? Or is it an open venue like the Seahawks home venue? I don't know if one could layer enough layers to spectate out in the open in sub-zero temperatures.

The coldest I have ever experienced is 17 below zero. Everything freezes, as in as you breathe eventually icicles form from your exhaust.  Your eyelids get frosty. Your nose turns numb. It is not a pleasant experience.

I don't know how many playoff games the Seahawks have to win to go to the Super Bowl again. But, I think it is probably too soon to be planning a Seahawk Super Bowl Party.

Why Aren't Retail Marijuana Prices Dipping In Texas?

I saw that which you see here this morning on my old home zone newspaper's online version.

An article about the price of pot dropping in Washington's marijuana stores.

This is sort of one of those articles I see in west coast newspapers which I would not read in a Texas newspaper, due to the fact that the land of the free known as Texas still criminalizes marijuana consumption in this current age of some enlightenment in other locations in America.

In other words the reason retail marijuana prices are not dipping in Texas is there are no marijuana retail  stores in Texas.

It is now legal to mosey around a Texas town with a gun displayed in a holster, like a cowboy in the Wild West, but smoking marijuana, like a cowboy in the Wild West is forbidden.

In some ultra wet locations in Texas while a modern day cowboy can mosey about openly carrying a pistol he can also openly carry and consume an intoxicating alcoholic beverage while smoking a tobacco cigarette, but not a marijuana cigarette.

Seems sort of convoluted to me.....

Why Is Fort Worth Police Observation Tower Watching Me & Molly The Trolley?

This morning's walk around my neighborhood had me wondering about a couple things, both of which you see in the photo you see here.

With the articles of wonderment being that tower you see rising above the parking lot and in the distance, behind the tower, a pair of what look like buses.

The tower is a product of the Fort Worth Police.

Why is a Fort Worth Police observation tower sitting on the Albertson's parking lot?

Has there been an outbreak of crime in the Albertson's parking lot which I've not heard about?

Or are the Fort Worth police keeping a watchful eye on the shenanigans going on a short distance to the north, left in the photo, at the Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Natural Gas Pad?

Usually in the noon time frame I will see several Fort Worth cop cars parked at the Italy Pizza & Pasta restaurant. You see a brick corner of the Italy Pizza place on the right of the photo. Have some Fort Worth cops been slacking off with extended lunch breaks, so that tower was put in place to make the cops wary that they were being watched? I suspect not, but I don't think I have seen a Fort Worth cop car at  the Italy Pizza place since the observation tower showed up.

The other thing I saw today that had me wondering was that which you see below.

Those two vehicles are parked at my neighborhood Fort Worth bus stop, but they are not regular looking Fort Worth buses. These look like the Molly the Trolley little buses that roam around downtown Fort Worth. If  these are Molly Trolleys what are  they doing so far from downtown?

Both of these buses informed potential riders that they were "NOT IN SERVICE".

Soon after the above picture was taken a regular Fort Worth bus showed up which was in service, and a little bigger than the little buses which look like Molly Trolleys.

So, there you go, that's been my excitement so far today. A bus and tower mystery.....

Was Someone High On Wax Before This Week's FW Weekly Went To Print?

When I picked up this week's Fort Worth Weekly this morning, and saw the headline for the cover story it had me wondering what fresh ridiculous nonsense is this?

The cover story is HIGH ON WAX, with a sub-headline of There's a new, cleaner way to smoke weed. And it's legal in Texas.

I got a text message a few minutes ago telling me that this week's Fort Worth Weekly has messed up bad, real bad.

I figured the real bad mess up must have  to do with the cover article.

I figured right.

Just a few paragraphs into the article I came to this gem....

"Originally called hashish, or hash, wax began its rise from obscurity in California around 1980. Wax is cannabis oil extracted directly from the buds that you would typically smoke in a joint."

West coast children of the 60s, does it come as a surprise to you that hash began its rise from obscurity in California around 1980?

What embarrassing, ignorant, inaccurate nonsense.

The article goes on  to elaborate on how one can make their own hash wax. And eventually makes an odd case as to how doing so is legal in Texas.

When it is not legal in Texas.

Two comments to the article sort of nail the problem Fort Worth Weekly has created for itself....

The headlines for this article are very incorrect. I hope people don’t go to prison relying on this misinformation! Wax, concentrates, dabs, shatter, etc. (Tetrahydrocannabinols) are listed in the Texas Controlled Substances Act as a Penalty Group II Controlled Substances. Possession under 1 gram is a State Jail Felony punishable up to two years in prison without any parole. Possession over 4 grams is a First Degree Felony punishable by 5-99 years or LIFE in prison! To say this is “legal’ in a headline is reckless to say the least! I would have loved the opportunity to tell this reporter this before you published this article.

David Sloane, Attorney
Public Information Officer
DFW-National Organization for Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML)

This article is misleading and very unethical as a journalist to publish. This article needs to be retracted. Wax is still illegal in Texas and for you to misinform your readers could lead to peoples arrest, fines and so forth. Do the right thing and retract.

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Clearly Fort Worth Weekly no longer has an adult on board its sinking ship.

Is Gayle Reaves still available?

Me & The Secret Soldiers Of Benghazi World Premiere

I got my tickets today to....

PARAMOUNT PICTURES PRESENTS

A MICHAEL BAY FILM

13 HOURS

THE SECRET SOLDIERS

OF BENGHAZI

A World Premiere Event, Tuesday, January 12, 2016 at 5:30pm in AT & T Stadium in Arlington.

I don't think I have been to a movie in a theater since seeing Gladiator early this century in the Cinerama in Seattle.

I don't like watching movies in theaters due to the fact I can't stand people talking to the screen as if they are in their own living room.

This 13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi  movie is not going to be seen by me in a movie theater, but instead in a football stadium, where I don't think the talkers will bug me bad, due to watching the movie not being the main attraction.

The main attraction will be watching this movie in a football stadium with the sort of crowd attracted to a movie about Benghazi.

The movie poster indicates the movie is about "WHEN EVERYTHING WENT WRONG SIX MEN HAD THE COURAGE TO DO WHAT WAS RIGHT."

In all the years of excess Benghazi propaganda I have not heard of these six courageous men.

It has long seemed rather pitiful that the right wing nutters have tried to make so much out of the Benghazi incident, with me thinking, many a time, is that all they've got? Benghazi compared to a pre-emptive war based on lies  in which thousands of Americans were killed and wounded along with hundreds of thousands of Iraqis killed and wounded in a debacle which left much of the Middle East and the World in worse shape than before the Bush led debacle.

Anyway, I've not been in AT & T stadium since July of 2014 when I suffered through way too many minutes of a soccer match. I suspect I may have a similar attention span problem with this Benghazi movie....

Running From Miss Puerto Rico's Balcony Thinking About A Pacific Northwest Memorial

The early morning, pre-jog selfie view from Miss Puerto Rico's balcony, with me looking south and the view looking north.

As you can see, this 7th morning of January is gray, misty and cloudy.

But, not too cold, at a relatively balmy 47, heading to a predicted high of 67, before new incoming cold arrives.

Last night some precipitation precipitated, along with some thunder booming.

I do not know how long the precipitation precipitated or the thunder boomed because when it was time to get horizontal I blocked incoming noise with an incoming noise blocking device.

Changing the subject to something completely different.

A memorial service is occurring today up north in my old home zone for the mom of my most long time friend on the planet.

The day before yesterday my most long time friend on the planet, Linda R., emailed me the tribute she'd written to read today. To say this tribute was moving would be an extreme understatement. How she is going to get through reading this without breaking down, I don't know. But, I do know, there will be a lot of people there today in support mode, including Betty Jo Bouvier, who will let me know how it all went.

Linda R. called a couple days ago. I'd not spoken to her since I was up north in August of 2001 for my mom and dad's 50th wedding anniversary party. It is such a nice feeling when you talk to someone you have not talked to in a long time and it's like you just talked to them yesterday.....

Drive Down Jones Memory Lane Via The Slotemaker Road To Lynden

My Favorite Nephew, Jason Jones, sent me this months ago. I forgot about it til looking for a photo this morning.

The road sign you are looking at is located in Whatcom County in Washington. The Canadian border is about 10 miles to the north.

For you reading this in Texas, that big blue wall looking thing under the clouds is known as a foothill. In this case it is a foothill of the Cascade Mountains. If those clouds were not hovering we would likely be seeing the Mount Baker volcano.

My Dutch ancestors arrived in America in the early 1890s. I think 1892. I believe they entered America via Ellis Island, but I am not sure of that. I do not know if my ancestors were illegal immigrants or if they had passports and entry visas, or whatever the legal arrival document was at that time in history.

I do know the reason my ancestors wanted to move to America was to escape the constant European wars. Sort of ironic in the year 2016.

I also know my first ancestral Anchor Baby was my dad's dad, my grandpa, Cornelius. I am guessing my Dutch ancestors were legit American citizens before the birth of their first Anchor Baby. The only one of my original Dutch ancestors who I got to meet was great-grandma Tillie, wife of my dad's dad's dad, John. I learned a little Dutch from my great grandma. Words such as brookies.

My Dutch Ancestors quickly assimilated into America. Only great great grandpa, Cornelius, did not learn to be fluent in English. Great grandma Tillie had a bit of a Dutch accent.

Upon arrival the family of four headed west to find their future, going from one Dutch community to another. Always hoping for something better than what they'd found.

Eventually my great grandpa, John, was sent, by train, to the far Pacific Northwest, where the family had heard of a flourishing Dutch community. Grandpa John returned to his mom  and dad and wife to report that he had found their final destination, a land of fertile soil, like Holland,  the tallest trees he'd ever seen, fish in abundance in clear rivers, berries growing wild, along with apples.

The family soon headed west to their new home, bought land next to what became a road named after my family's Dutch name, before the name became Americanized to "Jones".

The Dutch are picky people. Which is why so many kept on heading west til there was no more America to move to, unless they wanted to hop a boat and try Hawaii. The town near the Slotemaker Jones Farm is called Lynden. Modern day Lynden is sort of a Dutch theme town, with windmills and precisely trimmed lawns where, unlike Texas, no litter is allowed.

And, like Texas, an inordinate number of churches.....

Possibly Going To Lunch In Houston With A Pair Of Pistol Packing Texas Cowgirls

I saw that which you see here via the Austin American-Statesman on Facebook.

Apparently there is a barbecue restaurant in Houston which will take 25 percent off your bill if you eat with your gun on display in your holster.

What fun. Barbecue with openly armed yahoos. I wonder if beer is served along with the ribs, brisket and sausage.

For a long long time a pair of Texas gals, Elsie Hotpepper and Miss Mary have been saying they are going to take  me out to lunch. I have long assumed they mean take me out to lunch at a restaurant, not some other meaning of the "out to lunch" phrase.

I believe both Elsie Hotpepper and Miss Mary are a pair of pistol packers. I do not know if as of January 1 the are openly packing their pistols in stylish holsters.

If Elsie Hotpepper and Miss Mary take me to their long promised lunch at this barbecue restaurant in Houston that 25% savings might pay for the gas it would take to drive there, what with gas being so cheap lately....