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What Can Faculty Learn From A Broadway Musical?

An article that first appeared in the July 4, 2010 e-edition of the Technology Section of The Chronicle of Higher Education was repeated in the July 9, 2010 e-edition of Academe Today. The article was entitled “Linked In With: A Writer Who Questions the Wisdom of Teaching with Technology.”  Because I was familiar with Carr’s writings, this article caught my attention and I had to read it, even though I was confident of what I was going to find. The author of the article, Marc Parry, was talking about and interviewing Nicholas Carr, the author of a book entitled, “The Shallows,” and many articles, including “IT Doesn’t Matter” and “Is Google Making Us Stupid?“As usual, Carr was questioning the efficacy of technology in assisting in the teaching and learning process. This article was vintage Carr.

I believe education is meeting students where they are and helping them to get to where they want and ought to be. If where they want to be is not where they ought to be, then our first job in education is to help them see where they ought to be. I believe every prospective teacher should watch the musical, “My Fair Lady.” Can teachers learn anything from a Broadway musical? I think they can if they are paying attention, especially if they are asked to reflect on one particular scene. The scene takes place in the Professor’s study, when he and the Colonel are celebrating Eliza’s triumphant debut at the gala. Colonel Pickering keeps saying, “You said that you could do it, and you did it.” Professor Higgins replies:”Yes I did it.” But did you see Eliza in the corner of the room crying and sobbing, “What have you done? “ They replied:”We made you a lady.” Eliza responded, “I never asked to be a lady. All I wanted was to be able to speak well enough to sell flowers at the corner shop. Now that I am a lady, there is nothing left for me to do, but to sell myself and marry a gentleman.” The Professor and the Colonel used good pedagogy and “taught her well”, but they didn’t listen to what she wanted, and they definitely didn’t help her understand what it was to be a lady and why that was important.

The following exchange between Perry and  Carr reminded me of that scene from “My Fair Lady:”Perry asked Carr: “If the Internet is making us so distracted, how did you manage to write a 224-page book and read all the dense academic studies that much of it is based on?” Carr responded, “It was hard. The reason I started writing it was because I noticed in myself this increasing inability to pay attention to stuff, whether it was reading or anything else. When I started to write the book, I found it very difficult to sit and write for a couple of hours on end or to sit down with a dense academic paper.” I have found that most of our students today don’t know how to sit down for a couple of hours to read or write. They mentally and physically can’t sit for a couple of hours to read or write. They definitely don’t know how to sit down and read a dense paper. They also don’t know why that should be important. It is not enough for us to tell them just to do it, because it is important and it is good for them. How often to our question of why, do we accept the answer, “Because I told you so; besides it is good for you; or you ought to do it.” At one point in the article after renouncing the use of the internet, Carr says, “my abilities to concentrate did seem to strengthen again. I felt in a weird way intellectually or mentally calmer. And I could sit down and write or read with a great deal of attentiveness for quite a long time.” Our students don’t know why that is important for them unless we help them learn that. Just telling that it is good and that it works for us is not enough. If we want to reach these students, we need to meet them where they are and help them see the benefits of the reflective pursuit of knowledge and truth for them. If we don’t do that, these students might well be like Eliza, sitting in the corner crying that we didn’t listen to them, and we haven’t. The other more likely possibility is they will give up, walk away and never engage in the reflective pursuit of knowledge.

My next question may sound like heresy coming from someone within the academy, “Is the reflective pursuit of knowledge the only way to obtain knowledge? The ancient Greeks allowed and even encouraged at least three different ways of knowing, theoria, poiesis and praxis. Theoria is the word from which we get our words theory and theoretical. In ancient Greece, it meant contemplation or seeing by observation. It developed into the idea of the theoretical pursuit of knowledge and truth through contemplation or reflection. Poiesis is the word from which we get our word poetry. It meant to make or produce. It developed into the idea of creating something of value. Praxis is the word from which we get our words practice or practical. It meant action. It developed into the idea of knowledge applied to one’s actions. The goal of theoria  was truth. The goal of poiesis was a product. The goal of praxis was action.

I challenge those of us in the academy, are we open to different ways of knowing and learning? Are we willing to meet our students where they are, listen to where they want to be, and help them see where they could and ought to be? Are we willing to help them get there, even if it means using multiple ways of knowing and learning that may not at first seem comfortable to us?

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Golden Spiders, Jumping Trout, Revolving E’s; I Never Know What I’m Going to See Next

 

On a Saturday morning, two weeks after my week of observation in the hospital, I woke up early and went to my computer to get some thoughts recorded. I turned my laptop on and as usual as it boots up, a diagonal DELL appears across the screen with the E slanted like the old ENRON symbol. When I turned away from the computer, I could still see the slanted E, but instead of being fixed and its normal blue color, it started turning and changing colors. That image lasted about 30 minutes. Later that morning, my wife and I went to the annual arts and craft show at a local school. I must have stayed too long and walked too much. I was tired and hungry and there was too much food aroma in the gymnasium and hallways of the school, too much noise and visual stimulation. At one point I was having trouble walking and my wife asked me if I was having problems. I said I’m tired and I am seeing some unusual things. She wanted to know what I meant, I said “Spiders.” She asked me, “What do mean?” I explained, the following: One vendor had golden spider Christmas tree ornaments. They were based on a legend from North Germany of spiders that would decorate Christmas trees and leave presents for the kids in the house and then get on the Christmas trees and turn to gold. After looking at these ornaments when I looked up I started seeing gold spiders scurrying around on the top of people’s heads and on the tops of booths. Later, occasionally I would see these spiders. None of them ever spun a web. They would just run across the top of things in my field of vision.

On many tables there were shirts with pictures of fishermen pulling in trout that were jumping out of the water. Later when I would look up particularly against a blue background, I would see trout jumping in midair. One vendor had marshmallow blow guns made out of small white pvc pipe with red and green pieces of tape on them. These reminded me of an old the screen saver I used to have on my computer so I started seeing these blowguns growing by adding 90 degree angles and extending new pieces.

One of the most prevalent food aromas came from a vendor who was roasting nuts. The smoke from his roasters set off the fire alarm in the building and I started having problems walking again. My wife got me a chair. After I had rested for a while, I guess I still had a puzzled look on my face, and she asked me “What’s wrong?” I said I am hungry. We left the show and drove home. On the drive home, every time I looked up at the sky, I saw trout jumping out of the clouds.

 

The next day, I had the same visual images off and on all day long, but I began noticing a pattern to them They appeared more often when I was in the presence of bright lights and loud noise and/or when I was tired and/or hungry. Even without lights, when I was frustrated or engaging in a battle with myself, I would see the dueling light sabers that I mentioned in a previous posting. When I was waiting impatiently for something to happen, I would see the spinning cursor image. When I was trying to put something together like the thoughts for an essay, it was the PVC pipe screen saver. When I was facing something that was obviously wrong, I would see the revolving E. When everything was fine and going smoothly, I would see trout jumping out of the stream. When there was a lot of confusion and a lot of action, but no recognizable pattern to that action, I saw the gold spiders scurrying about.

As I related these events to my doctor, she indicated they could be auras, ocular migraines, or side effects to medication. She didn’t want to take any chances on the reoccurrence of a seizure, so she reduced the dosage of one of my medications and started me on another. After about two weeks on this new combination of drugs, I noticed some changes. The strange visions are greatly reduced. What is happening more often now is that “I feel like I am in a fog.” My doctor said, if that doesn’t go away, she will make some additional changes to my medications to see if we can hit on the right combination.

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Dueling Light Sabers

Two weeks after my week in the clinic, my wife and I went to an Epilepsy Advocate Take Charge Tour Event that was held near us. Epilepsy Advocates are doing a national tour providing local communities the opportunity to learn from and interact with local medical professionals and Epilepsy Advocates. These events are a great opportunity to gain epilespy support and knowledge, but the best part of the evening for my wife and me was meeting others who have epilepsy and their care givers. I can’t recommend these events more highly. To find a meeting near you check out the epilepsy advocate web site at

www.epilepsyadvocate.com/epilepsy-community/attend-event.aspx.

If there are no meetings near you, the website offers the opportunity to experience a meeting via a web cast. You know the old saying,”There more than one way to skin a cat.” If you’re a cat lover or are in any way offended by the above idiom, remember that there is always more than one way to do something.

Driving to and from the meeting, the bright-colored lights from brake lights and traffic signals started emanating these long straight colored light rays. These light rays remained in my vision after the source was gone. They reminded me of the light sabers from Star Wars. After a couple of minutes, the lights rays turned into light sabers which started dueling each other, although I never saw anyone holding the sabers. They were just dueling ach other in mid-air.

Te next morning when I woke up, the first thing I saw was a white crocheted wall hanging that my wife had mounted inside a gold frame. When I looked away from the wall hanging. I started seeing copies of the circular Microsoft processing cursor that were light yellow and bright gold. I saw these spinning figure for about 30 minutes until I ate breakfast.

After breakfast, even without bright-colored lights to trigger the images, the dueling light sabers came back until I had to work on my wife’s computer, which I had to restart to finalize an update. When her machine first boots up, the word Compaq appears diagonally across her screen. The Q is a bold block capital letter. It reminds me of the old, old screen saver which looked like PVC pipes that would grow until they filled the screen. When I looked away from my wife’s computer screen, I could still see the Q, but then it started growing by adding 90 degree joints and sections of pipes until it filled my field of vision, just like the old screen saver would do. I could see through the pipes and the openings. I saw the PVC pipes and gold spinning rings off and on all afternoon, until we had to go to a church meeting and dinner. On the drive to and from church the bright-colored lights of traffic and brake lights brought back the vision of the dueling light sabers. When a duel began it would last about 15 minutes.

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The First Week at Home After My Week in the Clinic

The First Week at Home After the Week

Of Observation in the Neuroscience Clinic;

My Auras Spread from Visual to My Other Senses

In my first week at home after the week in epilepsy clinic, I had no experiences that I would label as major seizures. There were a few minor episodes. These consisted of a few instances of confusion or momentary absences. Also after looking at a bright light, I would see the fuzzy yellow donuts that I mentioned I saw during my stay in the clinic. After a little research I discovered that many people see these donuts. They even have a name. They are called Weiss Rings. On occasion during this week, the Weiss Rings would start acting like the round Microsoft cursors, with the rings spinning that indicate the computer is processing something.

At other times during the week, I saw things that looked like the Honey Bun sweet rolls that you can buy at convenience stores. Every time I would see the Honey Buns, I was hungry. Here is a “Chicken or egg question.” Did my hunger trigger the images or did the images make me hungry?

Another day after lunch as I settled down to take an afternoon nap on a full stomach, the multi-color whirlpools that spiraled down to their center came back, changing colors as they spiraled. I think I may have just solved my “chicken or egg dilemma.” The whirlpools lasted about fifteen minutes and then they started to fade away. However, they didn’t fade away completely, they transformed into multi-colored conch shells with their distinctive spirals visible beneath the main body of the shells. It would appear that hunger helped induce the aura of a food item.

Oops–back to the drawing board on that one. Two mornings in a row I woke up to food-related auras, and I was not particularly hungry or thirsty for the items in my auras. One morning I woke up smelling hot dogs with chili, mustard and onions. You know that smell that tells everyone what you bought as you walk away from the sidewalk hot dog vendor with a steaming dog loaded with chili, mustard and onions. The second morning, the first thing I saw as I awoke was the lights on my CPAP machine. As I looked at those lights, they reminded me of the shape of a Styrofoam cup. When I took off my CPAP mask, and started swallowing to get the dry sensation out of my throat, I tasted strawberry-lemonade. Neither of those items, a loaded hot dog or strawberry-lemonade, would come anywhere close to my idea of a good breakfast. I may have been thirsty and hungry, but not for those items at that time.

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Living with Aphasia: Teaching Old Dogs New Tricks

For Me, Aphasia Is Like Solving Jig Saw Puzzles with Missing Pieces

When asked what it’s like living with aphasia and trying to speak or write, I describe it by saying that it is like putting together jig saw puzzles with pieces missing. One trouble with both writing and jig saw puzzles is that you usually don’t know pieces are missing until you get pretty far into the process of writing or solving the puzzle. Like most people, I do jig saw puzzles section by section. After I work on a section for a while, sometimes, I get to a particular place and I find a puzzle piece is missing. I can’t find it. It is just not there. I have hundreds of puzzle pieces spread out in front of me. With writing I get to a particular place and I can’t come up with the right word. I have thousands of words running through my mind. Whether with jig saw puzzles or writing, I am shuffling through all those pieces and words, but the right one that perfectly fits in that one place, is not there. What do you do with jig saw puzzles in this situation?
Most people would usually start looking at another part of the puzzle and try to find puzzle pieces that fit into that new part of the puzzle. If I do that enough for a puzzle, I will use up all the pieces that were in the box, and then I would know for certain that a piece or two are missing. After searching the house for the missing pieces, I might get out the other puzzles and see if the pieces got mixed up in those puzzle boxes. After all that, I really only have three choices: 1) pick up the puzzle pieces and put them back in the box and mark the box to indicate that a piece or two is missing; 2) go to one of those websites that advertize that they can replace missing puzzle pieces and purchase new pieces; or 3) pick up the unfinished puzzle and throw it away.
With my writing, I operate similarly. When I find myself stuck on a word, I will finish the remainder of the essay and then come back to the part with the missing word. Sometimes by then I will have found the word. Sometimes I haven’t. At that point of time, I will start searching in earnest through the word helpers like a cross-word dictionary or a thesaurus to try to find the right word or words. If that doesn’t work, I will set the essay aside and come back to it later. If I can’t find the right word or words then, I know at that point it is time to ask someone for help to find the appropriate word or words. That is like going to the puzzle websites to buy missing pieces. If that doesn’t work, I can either put the project aside and wait for a long time before I come back to it, or I trash it and forget about it.
Right now I have five or six projects on my computer that I have started but are in various stages of incompleteness. For the ones that are almost complete, I have sent copies to friends and former colleagues and asked them to review the projects and make suggestions. For the ones that I think still have possibilities but are in a much rougher state, I have set them aside, and I will come back to them off and on, at much later dates. Over the past months, I have looked at several essays that I have started and have decided that they are beyond repair or restoration. I have trashed them. I keep a file of ideas for essays, just the ideas, but not the real rough starts. Perhaps, I will come back to these ideas with a totally different approach at a much later date. This is a whole new way for me to operate, but it permits me to write and still cope with my mild case of aphasia.
If someone else has used the analogy of living with aphasia to missing jig saw puzzle pieces, I apologize for appropriating it. As an academic I have been trained to give credit for ideas to where credit is due. I did what I thought was a fairly exhaustive internet search on this topic and came up with nothing that was similar to the approach that I am taking in this essay. There were references to many exercises in aphasia therapy in which the individual with aphasia is asked to fill in a missing word in a simple sentence or to name a missing object in a simple picture. However, none of them compared the exercise to missing pieces of a jig saw puzzle. There were many references to autism as living with missing puzzle pieces, but none to aphasia that I could find. In dealing with autistic individuals or individuals with aphasia, I would in no way suggest throwing them away. Here is the place for a therapist or a care giver to provide the right degree of challenge and support to help the individual. An essay or a piece of work is far different from and far less valuable than the individual, although, for many of us, we find it difficult to separate ourselves from our work. It is a lesson from which we could all benefit.

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Living with Aphasia: Teaching Old Dogs New Tricks

Living with Aphasia: Teaching Old Dogs New Tricks
By Baylis
You can’t teach old dogs new tricks. I have heard this saying for many, many years. (Does that make me an old dog?) Over the years, I have observed the difficulty in retraining dogs that have become acclimated to behaving in certain ways. You never heard this saying about cats. I don’t think cats were ever mentioned in the same way because cats are very hard to train in the first place. They train themselves. However, once a cat has settled into a routine, it is extremely difficult to break that routine. We had a cat that we started feeding first thing in the morning. After that, if we didn’t get up when the sun would first rise, this cat would come into our bedroom and gently remind us that it was his feeding time. He would put his face right next to our faces and start rubbing against us or purring.

I have now had first-hand experience with this adage. For many years prior to the hemorrhage in the  blood vessel in the tumor on my brain, I was not the best filer. My filing system has been called clutter. I would have eight to ten piles of papers or journals all around my office. There did not appear to be any rhyme or reason to the piles. However, I was renowned for my memory. I would easily have a dozen jobs in the air at any one time. When someone would come into my office to talk about something, I could inevitably go to the correct pile and within a minute or two, find the document that we needed to discuss. People were amazed that I knew where it was. I can’t do that anymore, although I still have eight to ten piles of papers all around my office at home. However, when I get an idea about how I can update an essay or article that I’m working on, I can’t find the documents. Since I can’t use my former filing system anymore and knowing what it was probably won’t help other people now, I will let you in on my secret of filing prior to the episode. As I said I had a good memory. But I was not remembering exactly where a particular document was. What I doing was constructing those piles according to the day that I worked on the particular project under question. All I had to do was remember what was the last day I had worked on the project. I could go to that pile and find the needed documents.

Since the episode I have tried to put all the documents that I work on in manila file folders and label the file folder. The difficulty that I will have to teach myself to overcome is to now put the file folder away in some semblance of order other than by date. I spent several days this past week alphabetically filing all the file folders that accumulated in my office, first according to author and second by title. It’s amazing what I have found. There were several duplicate files, that if I had been following this procedure all the time, I wouldn’t have had to create. What’s also true, but should not be amazing, is there are some things that I know I worked on but are now lost.

The second lesson that I have learned through this process is that one needs to keep one’s computer files in order also. There are documents I know that I have created but they are nowhere to be found on my computer. I have looked at all the files alphabetically and chronologically, and the documents under question are nowhere to be found. To try to remedy this situation, I first set up a spreadsheet listing all the files I created. The spreadsheet had entries that could be sorted by name of file, author, source (if it was from a journal or website), and date. As I created new files, I entered the information related to that file on the bottom of a front page and copied that front page to various pages that I then sorted by title, author source and date. I know this type of problem and process is more suited to data bases. Why did I use a spreadsheet and not a data base? I have always been more comfortable setting up spreadsheets than data bases. The old dog is barking again. I have learned the hard way this is more of a data base problem than a spreadsheet problem. The last two times I sorted the pages of the spreadsheet I didn’t make sure that I was sorting the whole page, and I found I was mixing up file titles with the wrong source or date. This week I believe that I will have to step out and try two new tricks. The first is to create sub-files on my computer and file documents in an appropriate sub-file. The second is to create a data base for my files. Next week I will report on my success or failure.

In our adult Sunday school class this past week we were discussing Abraham and someone asked the question: “Why do we seem to learn more from failures than successes?” Another individual brought up the example of Thomas Edison. After more than 100 attempts to construct a working light bulb, someone asked him if he was discouraged. I think his response can help us. He is reported to have answered the question by saying, “No, I am not discouraged. I now know 100 ways that won’t work. I won’t use any of them again and I can try something else.”

As I live with my aphasia and memory problems, I am collecting a whole set of practices that I now know I won’t have to try again. I won’t have to make those mistakes again. I have also learned the secret to teaching old dogs new tricks. It is actually quite simple. KEEP AT IT; DON’T GIVE INTO IMPULSES OR WHIMS. The minute you let the old dog revert to his old behavioral patterns, you have to essentially start over again with the training. With that in mind, I decided to try practicing some of the new filing techniques this week. How is it going? The best I can say is that it is going, but not as well as I had hoped. I must admit I have had to resolve to start over twice and I must also admit that I failed in setting up a working data base. Old habits (Old tricks) are hard to shake off. What actually are old habits? They are engraved patterns of behavior, etched into the synaptic paths of our brain. To construct a new habit, we must break down and eliminate as much as possible the old habits. What we know from brain research is that unless the paths are completely eliminated by damage to the brain, those paths are still there. We can make new dominant paths but the old paths are still there, and the individual can easily revert to those paths. It’s similar to putting a new roof on a house, you really should remove the old shingles before you put the new shingles on. If you don’t, the new shingles will not always as effective as they should be and you will have to replace them much sooner than you normally would. If you have read my first blog on living with aphasia, it’s all about the story of perfect practice making perfect. The amateur practices until he gets it right once. But that’s not enough. Chances are, when the next opportunity to make that play or perform that number occurs he’ll get wrong again. The professional practices until he can’t do it wrong. The muscles are locked into particular movements and the individual just does them naturally.
I have just discovered a new (new to me) site for aphasia patients and caregivers. It is a blog entitled Aphasia Corner. It can be found at http://aphasiacorner.com/blog/category/aphasia-corner.
I invite you to look them up. Someone involved Aphasia Corner has my type of humor. QUESTION: What is aphasia? ANSWER: It is the weapon on Star Trek used to blow up enemies. You don’t ever want to lose your sense of humor. Even in the toughest of times, a laugh can be medicine for the soul.