So it's a little funny-scary to watch educational researchers talk to their own children. Kind of like what life would be like if my dad were the naive early stage-theoretical Piaget--maybe it's just what white upper-middle dialogue looks like, but it's odd to think of every conversations as a mini-cognitive interview.

So this weekend my cousin who is whiter than me but not whiter than my brother managed to marry up, which made for an awkward wedding of Estonians, Italians, and two tables of Chinese relatives who are expected me to be next in about 10 years at the outside--my aunt (father's side) is much more explicit about these things--by 28, I'm told, by which time I should have accumulated adequate capital. Though at this rate, I won't get to a million until 2029, by my conservative estimates. By contrast, were I to sell out, I could be there within a decade. These are the real choices, though at this point it's academic, as Wifey is expensive, but not as expensive as a Manhattan apartment. And sexier, at that.

Bess, meanwhile, has her clerky dance card punched for years to come, which is impressive, as most judges won't wait around a year. I'm told that Jen too is in the seaboard, which is another reunion long overdue.

So it's a busy corridor of days--class trip tomorrow, today is more of this computerized nonsense I pretend is at all mathematical learning, and the weekend will consist of a conference and a wedding in New Haven. And due to other commitments I won't be able to return to practice for a week. Which is why I really need to go tonight. I've been getting soft. And it's not clear how I'll ever be ready for a tournament in November. At least I've been sleeping more.

So it's really been a week? Have they already posted Sept unit values on TRS? How quarters fly.

The problem with kendo is that sometimes you take a week-gap and it's good because you're relaxed and you've forgotten bad habits, but do it twice in a row and you spend your day back just trying to stay vertical without panting to death and the back-of-head pressure exploding. But then after a while it's fine.

The project proceeds apace. I'm annoyed by one of my morning classes. But I don't think there's any way to help that, really. They're just immature and need a cross-board smack-down. Something like that. And now I'm officially off-pace, which means that it'll be rough to think about what happens next week, year, and so on. The last thing I need is a project quagmire.

It's worth mentioning that my longtime professor has outed herself to her elite group of perpetual students, though of course no woman needs that many pockets on her pants. But this is somehow deeply encouraging and discouraging at once--think of all of the omissions, which include even a daughter.

So by all accounts I should be completely passed out by now, but it's been a good day--and i stayed at work until almost eight, working away, wishing it could have been a kendo-night nonetheless, but I suppose I'll have my return tomorrow night. Now if only I could figure out how to allocate the rest of my assets.

So two nights ago before Wifey and I went to see The Exorcism of Emily Rose, we went to Tokio for dinner, and there I mistakenly swallowed an entire clump of wasabi as I was wolfing down some salad. Luckily, Wifey had some he wasn't using.

The first day of classes was strange, because I am being firm about certain habits, and I am comfortable with waiting and waiting and waiting until the students are ready to do what I want them to next. So this patience will pay off, if only I stick with it. But there will be quite some time yet before I can tell. The most resistance predictably comes from the boisterous-boys of last year, who still think they can run at all amuck.

So to teach culturally centered mathematics does not mean to teach from racial memory. This means that I should not expect my Poles to resolve order-of-operations difficulties with Lukasziewicz notation. My Mexicanos should not compute barefoot base 20. My Bangladeshis ought not find the products of the sum of two squares. My Chinese cannot approximate pi to the nearest 113rd.

So it has been a many several few days since the last post, as I've been sitting around or working or taking kids to a museum they've seen before and spending one lasat weekend with Wifey before going back to school amid all sorts of other types of projects which I should really be working on--I hate not being able to go into the office on the holiday weekends, and of course skipping practice is never a good idea, and my return tomorrow will actually mark a week since the last practice, which means needless pain and lost progress, though soon it'll've'been a year.

Unfortunately, I had to attend a library orientation in which our orienter kept on trying to tell kids to search for reasons why the Iraq War was not justified, using a variety of edatabases.