maverickclark: Mensa Baby

maverickclark: Mensa Baby: I haven't blogged in almost a year.  Why?  I had much to do and so little time. The Mensa baby, the youngest member to be inducted into th...

maverickclark: Following Still

maverickclark: Following Still: I am really tired of people who don't use their brains.  The upcoming presidential election is really showing off some people's stupidity le...

Following Still

I am really tired of people who don't use their brains.  The upcoming presidential election is really showing off some people's stupidity level.  Others are just plain lying.  I really hope that the masses can discern what is wrong and what is right.  Just take the unfair tax rate.  Think about it folks.  Why aren't we all rebelling in some way?  This is so obviously unfair. 

There are so many other obvious distortions.  I mean for our president to be called stupid is enough to send me into a tailspin.  Now, he isn't even being given credit for finding and killing America's most deadly enemy.  Come on now people; think for yourselves.  Stop listening to the rantings of fools.

Yellowdog

Mensa Baby

I haven't blogged in almost a year.  Why?  I had much to do and so little time.

The Mensa baby, the youngest member to be inducted into this brainy society, is 1 month shy of her third birthday.

They touted on May 3, 2012,  that this wonderfully gifted baby could read.

I immediately went to the video, anxious to see this child read.  What I saw was that the baby could call the letters and pronounce the word.

The trouble is the picture of the word is directly beneath the word.  "Whoa, wait just a tooting minute.  My two year old grand baby can do this and has been doing this same thing since the age of 2 years, three months".

 I taught her her letters and numbers.  She could immediately identify the letters, then the word that accompanied the letters because of the picture directly below or above the word.  I never saw this as reading, just as a really fast recognition of letters and patterns.  These skills are considered pre-reading ones.  This just means that my granddaughter is really ready for reading, but I don't say that she is reading.

Mensa folk, I know that you know this too.  So what else is qualifying this child for a Mensa membership?

All in the name of clear communication,
Yellowdog

KC

Kansas City Missouri.  What's going on here?   Is there something I am missing?  My family and I went there for a Ben Harper concert this past weekend.   It took place at Crossroads Grinder.  For me, this was a terrible venue, but it was an excellent concert.  Ben Harper and his warm-up group, the Revolution were superb.  Ben Harper, Ben Harper, Ben Harper...what can I say, except Genius.

Kansas City, on the other hand, appears to be a big plantation city.  The downtown is completely devoid of black folk.  I felt lonely.  I am sixty-six years old and I felt lonely for my people in Kansas City Missouri.  I am shocked at the way downtown KC has restructured itself to be urban white.  The Negroes who work in the city are slow moving and placid.  I stayed at the Hyatt Regency.  They screwed up my room reservations.  I was pissed, but I conformed.  The guests and staff were nice enough. 

When my family and I visited Crown Center, we saw a miniscule of black sisters and brothers.  I was frankly, appalled.  The shopkeepers were mostly okay, even though my family and I were followed by security when we shopped in the Crayola store.  The sales people there were nervous and seemed uncertain when I wanted to exchange a pack of crayons for a larger more expensive pack of crayons.  My granddaughter who is almost two,  still needs the jumbo size of crayon.  I found a sixteen count crayon in jumbo and skylight colors.  Boy was I excited.  I have never landed upon this many jumbo crayons and in a great colors, too.  I called out to my husband to wait, but he had already checked out.  I hurried to the checkout counter and pulled out my money to purchase the sixteen count crayons.  My husband, who is a cheapskate by nature, asked the saleslady if he could exchange the regular eight pack that he had just purchased, along with some very nice coloring and activity books.  The saleslady appeared confused and turned to ask, who I guessed was her supervisor.  It was then that I noticed the security guard, looking fierce and ready to draw what I then saw was his gun.  I could have cried. I told the dumb clerk that it was okay and that I would pay for the new found crayons separately.  It was no need to void a ticket and retrace the transaction.  The smugly stupid supervisor smiled and the guard relaxed.  All of us smiled and somehow as if in a conspiracy, we made my thrifty husband the fool.  I wanted to protest, but could not muster up the strength.  After all, I was on a weekend vacation.  I wanted a time-out too.  America, I am so tired of you.  I am so embarrassed too.  I turned immediately into a complacent slave. I did not want to cause trouble.  I'll go to my grave regretting this. 

Kansas City Missouri did this to me, again. Why?  Why are there no black people in downtown Kansas City Missouri?   Why did Crossroads want to check my purse twice?  Why were we not told to go to another  line to enter the concert after it was determined that we had all the right credentials?   The white folk just ahead of us were told.  We evidently were invisible.  How insulting! Why was I, a sixty-six year old black lady, asked to provide identification showing proof of drinking age? Things are strange in Kansas City Missouri.  The black folk have given up on their city.  They even walk and act like it.  They do walk and act slowly.  They might as well shuffle.

Obsolete

Many people my age have automatically become out of date.  Most everyone uses at least one form of modern technology, if no more than a cell phone, but many seniors are still getting left behind.  Many look and sound too proud as they say, " I don't even know how to turn it on", when asked about their knowledge of, or use of the computer.  I am sixty-six years old and am so grateful that I have tried my best to keep  up with computer dynamics.  I have not yet mastered many other forms of technological communication devices or games, but I have strived to maintain at least a working knowledge of the computer as it has advanced through the ages.  I am no great technician, but I at least know where to get computer help.  I know at least enough to ask the right questions and give the correct answers when asked something vital to proper repair.  Gifted technicians ease this information from those of us who are trying our best to work with them.

I had such a wonderful experience this past weekend with AT&T technical help.  I thought I'd write to other old geezers like me who don't think that computer literacy is important.  It is.  Watch how it is creeping up (knocking the heck out of ) on us.  Almost every transaction we make asks for an e-mail address.  If we can't provide one, we are usually directed to a very circuitous route which leaves us far more frustrated than pleased.  We cannot get left behind.  Those of us who are still pretty much in our right minds have to continue learning everything we can, daily, especially for the sake of our financial obligations.  We have to become and stay computer literate.

Love,
Eva

Nothing you can do

Sometimes, no matter what you do, life is hard.  These past few weeks have been almost hellish.  Nothing I do turns out right.  There have been too many things that have been totally out of my control.  What the heck?  Oh well, this too shall pass.

The weather is not even cooperating.

Believe it or not, I just almost lost this post.  I had to log out, then in, then accidentally found a tab that allowed me access to this draft.  Wow!  I'm going to bed with the eternal hope that tomorrow will be so much better.  I'd settle for just a tiny bit better.  Love You, God.