September 11, 2016 Leave a comment
August 25, 2016 Leave a comment
High stakes, high cost, high risk!
Andy Goldstein addressed the school board of Palm Beach County, where he teaches, at a recent meeting:
Why My Wife and I Are Opting Out Our Daughter From Third-Grade High-Stakes Testing
Transcript of the original text:
Good evening. My name is Andy Goldstein. I’m a teacher at Omni Middle School and the proud parent of an eight-year-old daughter who attends one of our public elementary schools.
It seems like it was just yesterday when my daughter entered kindergarten. At that time, I talked about her at our August School Board meeting in 2013.
I said that my hopes and dreams for my daughter were that she would develop a lifelong love for learning that would serve her well as she learned to construct a life that would serve her and serve others as well.
I told this board that my wife and I were not particularly interested in having her…
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August 10, 2016 Leave a comment
Googled ‘fascisolate’ and found this: ‘fasciculate’. I like Lew’s modernization off this archaic term that has a pertinent, immediately understandable meaning to a fascist system that isolates its victims. I quoted this verse onto Merriam Dictionary’s page under ‘fasciculate’ because I plan to make this an everyday word.
Capitalism is Dead
Cicada time comes
In August heat, metallic
Rising and falling,
They call each other across
Like the grinding of monumental gears
The autumn of industrial capitalism
Signaling but not aware that its winter is near
Cicadas are not aware of their end,
Killer wasps prey on adults and
Nymphs bury themselves in the soil
Or burrow in vain against the blacktop
In any case it is the end
Or at least a foreshadowing
And so it is with capitalism
For which spring will never come again.
Bright summer day drive
On June Street, Los Angeles,
Gazing at mansions
Of rich, famous and
Secure behind gates
Counting their money
Planning their investments to
Take over the world
Sheridan and I, riding with the windows open
Almost as wide as our mouths
Before the luxuriant gardens, pillars…
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July 25, 2016 Leave a comment
I capture time
In my camera
On a SIM card
For my future.
Sometimes I delete ugly or blurry memories.
Sometimes I never look at them.
Sometimes I Photoshop them
And recolor them as I want them to look.
I hardly ever print them;
I hide them in my camera.
When I look, I can’t see me behind the lens
Just light, color, darkness and other people.
As the invisible observer,
I do not play, laugh or cry.
My camera protects me
And lets me control life’s risks.
July 24, 2016 Leave a comment
You don’t know what you’re missing until you’re there!
This Labor Day, Let’s Commit to Wiping Out the Charity Model for All People With Disabilities in Our Lifetime
July 23, 2016 Leave a comment
My favorite line, “Save us from the people who would save us.”
The medical model of disability would keep us separated by diagnoses — different and disconnected — but the social model can bring us together — unique and united — through common concerns for our rights.
This Labor Day weekend has me feeling celebratory because there’s no Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA) Telethon on the air for the first time in 49 years.
This is great. If you’ve got that particular diagnosis. If you don’t, you may still have a problem. If, say, you’re diagnosed with autism.
People with autism are still dealing with the same dynamic of destructive messages in the fundraising that purports to help them.
Criticizing how funds are raised generates a whole lot of anger if the critics are among those who are said to benefit from the efforts. That’s why cross-disability solidarity, disability history, and telling our own stories are so important. The medical model of…
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