Wednesday
Aug172022

What's so funny about farts?

“Whatever you do, don’t pull Dad’s finger!” were the first words out of my then 6-year-old son’s mouth when being introduced to a friend of mine. Thankfully, she simply smiled and said, “Sounds like good advice.” A rather interesting way for a child to begin a relationship, I thought. 

Attending Shrek: The Musical at a local community theater spurred this memory. In one of the scenes in the show that got the biggest laughs, Shrek and Fiona engage in a farting contest. 

What is it exactly that makes farts so funny? We don’t necessarily laugh at sneezes, burbs, hiccups, coughs, or other bodily noises. But fart once and the world laughs with you - or at you.

I am not the first person to ask this question. Wikipedia has an entire entry devoted to “Flatulence humor.” In it you learn that there is a fart joke from 1900 BC recorded by the Sumerians. Aristophanes, Chaucer, and Franklin all got their audience chuckling using fart humor. Academicians have considered the question of why passing gas cracks us up to be a serious subject. And there is even an entire book on the subject: Jim Dawson's (2010) Did somebody step on a duck: A natural history of the fart. (OK, admit you just snickered when reading that title - and maybe went to see if it was still available.)

Other than confirming my solid belief that maturity is just an artifice for most of us, I have little to offer in the way of an answer to this question. But writing on the topic made me consider…

 

  • How fortunate I am to have such a trouble-free life that I can spend time thinking and writing about such trivial matters.
  • That you, dear readers, could be spending your time better as well. Check out Miguel Guhlin’s thoughtful blog instead.
  • How it seems that nearly every question I can think of has already been asked and answered online and found with a 3 second Google search.

 

I have NOT searched YouTube for fart videos.

 

  • I wonder if finding tooting hilarious is the common bond among all humankind. If so, what does it say about the necessity of our species in the grand order (or odor) of things?

 

Enjoy the rest of your day. And whatever you do, DON’T pull anyone’s finger.

 

 

 

 

Wednesday
Aug102022

A career path from creative to critical

Larry Cuban’s What Happens When a School’s Internet Fails blog post stirred up old nightmares for this long time tech director. In it, Cuban includes an excerpt from an Australian’s book about education and technology that describes a two day outage in a high school. 

People racing out of the staff-room are clearly treating this as a big deal. Some teachers remain inside the staff room, moaning that they don’t know what to do because their lessons have been planned around particular apps and online exercises. A couple of the male teachers drop their footy conversations and make a beeline for where the ‘IT boys’ are based in an attempt to find out from the school’s technicians exactly how serious this network glitch is.

A couple years before retirement, my school district experienced a similar multi-day outage. An upgraded piece of network equipment brought down not just the high school’s Internet, but access in every building. For the technology department (and especially for the technology director), it was a rather unpleasant time. Not only did my boss seem to call to “check up on how things were going” on pretty much an hourly basis, I got calls from school board members who had heard from parents and teachers. To be fair, it was probably even more stressful for the poor network manager whose desk was only a few feet from my office. It may have been this outage that started to give the idea of my retirement a warm and inviting glow. Not just to me, but perhaps to all those with whom I worked.

I started my career as a classroom teacher and building librarian in 1976. But in 1991, I accepted a district level position as “Audio Visual Coordinator.” At the time, the department had been primarily about repairing filmstrip and movie projectors, developing b&w film, and circulating 16mm movies. When I was hired, the department expanded to include coordinating the library program and supervising the single half-time math teacher who was in charge of computer repair. 

School technology in the early 90s was a different beast. Standalone computers on secretaries’ desks. Computer labs with LANs (Corvus, anyone?). No Internet. No classroom computers. No wifi. No smartphones. Televisions and VCRs on carts that could be rolled from classroom to classroom.

But the 90s were exciting years in educational technology. I got guest accounts from the local university to a VAX email system in 1991. We started putting computers on “early adaptor” teachers’ desks after they completed 40 hours of training that addressed CODE77 Rubrics. We soon gave employees their own email addresses, put up a district website, and networked both buildings and rooms throughout the district. By 1995, I was able to describe in a paper:  

… As of September 1994, our district has had direct Internet access in every school site for its 800 staff members and 7500 students. This includes direct simultaneous SLIP connections to the Internet for all networked computers in classrooms, libraries, and offices. These connections allow students and staff to use Fetch, Eudora, Telnet, TurboGopher, Mosaic, and Blue Skies. All personnel currently have e-mail accounts, and students are being assigned e-mail accounts as the curricular needs for them arise. “Mankato Schools Internet Project,” Internet Research, WInter 1995.

Educational technology was a happy option for the teachers and administrators who enjoyed using it and who felt empowered by it. But there were very few, if any, required uses for many years. Each school had its “laggards” who resisted all technology use. We continued to print the daily bulletin out for one high school teacher when all the rest of the staff was happy to receive it via email. (After making him walk to the office to pick it up, he finally started to read the bulletin online.)

Later, student information systems became more sophisticated and accessible to not just administrators but to teachers and parents. Learning management systems allowed teachers to share classroom resources with students, other staff members, and parents. Attendance, lunch counts, gradebooks, report cards, discipline reports, and home/school communication all went digital. (See A (not so) brief timeline of technology efforts in ISD77 1991-2014 for details.)

My long-hoped for dream of getting everyone on board with technology finally was realized. But as the pundit once said, “Be careful of what you ask for - you just might get it.”

During the final ten years of so of my career, technology planning took a turn from the innovative, pioneering work of the first 20 years to primarily addressing three major concerns:

  • Adequacy
  • Reliability 
  • Security

Networks and the devices on them needed to be constantly upgraded as more users were added (including students) and data became more visual and auditory. No areas of the buildings could be without wifi access. (One teacher complained because he could not get wifi in the faculty bathroom.) If any system went down for even minutes, the phones rang - a lot. And over the last couple years, concerns about hacking and ransomware and staff/student data privacy and protection were nearly overwhelming.

Everyone was not just using technology (which I had hoped for) but relied on it heavily (which I had not anticipated). The growing need for adequacy, reliability and security meant a growing need for creative budgeting and staffing. Outsourcing services and maintenance were always options to be considered, often to the dismay of district employees. 

So as full retirement age approached, I seriously considered if I was still the right person to lead the technology department. Should and could not a younger, better trained person be in charge? And the stress of the critical nature of the job started to eat into my life-long enjoyment of working. It was time to pull the plug.

I suspect most people see changes in their careers as the decades roll by. I will be eternally grateful for the opportunities I had in my accidental work life. May you all be so fortunate as to have a work-life that gives your personal-life meaning and happiness.

 

Saturday
Aug062022

Family scatterings, family gatherings

Son and father

“Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.” ― George Burns

When I was growing up in the 1950’s and 60’s, my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins all lived within about a 20 mile radius of my home. Despite having about a thousand great aunts, great uncles, and cousins (thanks to my grandfather having six siblings), I got to know pretty much all of them in my childhood. We played together, attended family dinners together, and seemed to attend a lot of picnics together. We baled hay and shelled corn together. We celebrated holidays and birthdays together. On Fathers’ Day, my grandmother had everyone over to eat strawberry shortcake - the strawberries freshly picked from her large patch behind the farm house.

But starting with my generation, many relatives moved away from the family farms and businesses where they were raised. We started attending college. Corporate farming reduced the number of small farms needing labor. My hometown's population shrunk from 3200 people to 2600. I’ve not lived in my hometown for over fifty years. My own children are now in Georgia and Kansas, many hours from my adopted state of Minnesota. We just don’t marry the boy or girl next door anymore.

My family being geographically diverse made the past week very special - two family reunions.

A second cousin decided that we needed a “Johnson Family Reunion.” Invited were all those descendents of Great-grandpa Adolph Johnson’s seven children as well as the descendants of the two sisters of his second wife. Last Saturday, over 50 people attended a picnic in a small county park’s picnic shelter.

As far as I can remember, this was the first big family get together since my grandfather’s 95th birthday celebration - over 20 years ago. My sister-in-law prepared a great buffet, people brought photos and other mementos from the past, and a cousin brought printouts of family histories and memoirs. People traveled from as far away as both the east and west coasts and as far south at Texas and Arizona. (Ironically a few of the local relatives did not attend.) The 90th birthdays of three attendees, including my mother, were recognized as were the 70th birthdays of my cousin and me. I probably visited with 20% of the people there. On the street, I may have only recognized a half dozen. It was an interesting day. Police did not have to be called.

The second “family reunion” was even better as far as I was concerned. My son and daughter and their families joined my friend Heidi and me for a few days of biking, theater-going, tubing and touring in Lanesboro, MN. While not as rare as a whole Johnson family reunion, to be able to spend time with both my kids and their spouses and BOTH grandsons is getting more and more difficult. Families get busy with work and other obligations. The grandsons have work and school commitments. Hours-long drives and COVID have made getting together challenging.

But we did.

It’s common to give age groups generational names. Around the table in the photo above, you have:

  • 2 Baby Boomers
  • 2 Gen Xers
  • 2 Millennials
  • 2 Gen Zs

Amazingly, we all get along very well and I love learning the different perspectives, tastes, and concerns that may be generationally driven.

But what seems to trump generational divides is that we all share many common values: a concern for others; politeness; generosity; humor; a sense of adventure; good educations; and political moderation. Our hugs are sincere.

I would love it if we were all living closer together and seeing each other on a more regular basis. But the silver lining of the cloud of distance is just how special family reunions actually are. My family is a blessing I need to count more often.