Thursday, August 26, 2010

Contemporary American Literature

   “Good evening and welcome to Reader Roundtable. Thank you for joining us. Tonight’s guest is Marvin Costas. Good Evening, Marvin Costas. Thank you for taking time out of what I know must be a very busy schedule."


   “It’s my pleasure, Jonathan. Glad just to be here. Thanks for inviting me.”

   “Before discussing your published work, let’s talk about your background. You were born in Michigan, spent most of your boyhood in Montana. Would you say yours was a fairly normal upbringing?”

   “Yes, for the most part. Perhaps only the level of activity of my parents might stand out. We were a family of doers. Do, do, do. My father did a tremendous amount. My mother did from morning till night. And my syblings learned pretty early to do what we could and more.”

   “What did you do?”

   “Everything you can think of really. We just did.”
   
   “And still today?”

   Oh yes. I did. I do do, I shall so.”


   Well said. Back then, did you do it?” 


   “I was too young.”


   When would you say it began to interest you?”


   You know, I’ve been asked that question many times. I’ve racked my brains, and I can’t really remember a time when it didn’t interest me.”


   So you do do it. But do you just do it?”


   No actually, I do a couple other things as well.”


   So you don’t personally just do it?”


   I would rather do it. That part’s autobiographical. But I’m so busy with this author's tour that it’s sometimes hard. There are just so many things I wouldn’t do if I just did … you know…”


   “It?”


   “It. Yes.”


   Then what brought you to write JUST DO IT, if you don’t mind our turning now to your work itself. From where did you draw your inspiration?”


   Well, I had just been thinking about it for a years, and—


   It?”


   Writing ‘JUST DO IT.”


   I see. So you previously just THOUGHT it. Can you remember any of the other works that you were considering writing at the time?”

Well, let’s see. It’s been a few years. Oh, I remember. One of them was DON'T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT BEING A FAKE!"

Practical suggestion.”

But the publisher was afraid the public would hear DON'T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT BEING A FAKE! and think it meant they shouldn’t trust the American Express Card.”

I see.”

My publisher is owned by an Affiliate of American Express so… Another one that I gave real serious consideration and some of your audience may recognize because I did publish it just a couple years ago was ‘Just get out there and age!’”

Oh, thank you for that applause. So, to get back to that period of my career, I was pretty sure that JUST DO IT was ready, but I was hesitant.” And one day, I just said to myself “Marvin, just do it.”

Just write JUST DO IT?”

Yes.”

And did you?”

Yes.”

On a tee-shirt.”

No, actually.”

Where then?”

My first attempt was in my bedroom.”

Why there?”

I don’t really know. Probably because it was there.”

Like Sir Edmond Hilary.”

Precisely.”

I see. So, do you think that today more people are doing it thanks to you?”

Oh I’d love to take credit for the sharp increase in it being done since the publication of my work, but I think there was a pent-up demand and I just came along and gave it expression at just the right time. You could have done just the same thing.”

How many of those people are JUST doing it?”

The numbers are fairly significant, I think. And not only are people just doing it, they’re also just having it, just buying it and just trading it up. It’s  just very humbling.”

And how do you explain the immense impact that your work has had on people?”

First, I think people are busy and they enjoy shorter and yet still engrossing works of literature that still pack a wollup.”

While I was doing research for this interview, I read some reviews of course.”

Oh boy.”

The New York Times was an immediate fan. But what’s interesting is that their reviewer was sure that ‘it’ was belittling your mate.”

That was a popular theory in the beginning.”

You’ve been quoted as saying that IT was deliberately ambiguous.”


No, I was misquoted. What I actually said was that was that the metaphorical-synthetic insertion of itness will almost inevitably spawn obligada impulse catharsis."


"I see. Yes, I definitely follow what you just said."


"Had I written  JUST DO KNEE BENDS or JUST DO A WELSH FOLKDANCE, no one would have said a word, you see."


"Indeed."


When you’re telling an entire national population to just do one thing, it’s very difficult to decide what that could be if you don’t want to kill them all off.”

So you felt a heavy responsibility had fallen upon your shoulders when you wrote those words.”

Enormous, yes. I knew it would be big and that an awful lot of people would stop parenting, stop kicking while treading water and so on to devote themselves to just doing it. So…”

And that’s proven true. How do you explain that?”

I think people were searching for something easy but simple-minded in a society that’s become more and more empty, weird and insecure.”

Let’s take some questions from the audience. There are people chomping at the bit.”

Fine.”

Go ahead, Miss.”

“I just wanna say I read JUST DO IT and I gave it to my second grade class to read and we had some terrific discussions. My question for you, Mr. Costas, is what would you say is the greatest benefit?”

Of just doing it? uh… First, thank you for your flattering words. I guess the first benefit is it reduces inactivity. Studies show that with the exception of those who take IT to mean EAT, people are slimmer and more active than before they began what’s now being called THE JUST DO IT LIFESTYLE®.”

Our next questioner.”

Is it true that Jesus just did it?”

I’ve read that there’s evidence to that effect. My personal opinion, if you’ll allow me, for a moment…”

Of course. Please.”

            My personal opinion is that super-achievers, whether they be Jesus or the founder of Macdonalds or the founder of Best Buy or the founder of American Express, just to name a few at random, must have been practicing something like THE JUST DO IT LIFESTYLE® . I’m currently working on a new work, as a matter of fact, and it’s tentative title is WHAT IF JESUS JUST DOES IT. A bit long and clumsy, I know and I’ve got to work on the verb tense, but I feel if all goes well, it’ll be out on hats by September and the rest of the wardrobe next January.”
           
I’d like to thank our guest Marvin Costas for being here tonight. JUST DO IT. Three little words. Well, two little words and the word JUST. JUST. Short for justice? No. Justice has no shortcuts. Which is why our courts are clogged like a stinky disposal in a Central American tacoria. This is America where Justice takes his time. Years of delay, sometimes even months. And when a big corporation has fucked you out of your pension so that their little dicked financial officers can bonk Las Vegas call girls on the taxpayers dime, we hope everyone concerned will stuff a pillow under their hips and remember that Marvin Costas slaved away so that you and I wouldn’t have to think for ourselves. Join us next week when our guest will be a woman who changed genders more than once. Good night.”

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Very Well, Madam









             I leafed through one of the many magazines that seem to appear for no apparent reason around my home. Occasionally I took a sip of the tea that sat beside me. I couldn’t hear my butler Albert. So I knew he was here.
            At my usual station, my dear, and ardently awaiting your wishes.
            “Albert.” said I.
            “Madam?” came his reply. I’d long since ceased to prevail upon him to pronounce the word à la française.
            You had finished sipping your tea the way you do in sweet, nearly inaudible chirps.          
            “I’ve finished.”
            “Very well, Madam.” Albert replied. And he crossed slowly, stiffly taking the cup and saucer from the table beside me. How he had slowed those previous years! It was almost intolerable!
            “Would Madam care for—“
            “No.”  I interrupted.
            Nothing so ignites my feelings as her speaking over my words.
            Albert exited at the speed of stone. But then I felt dozy.
            “Albert!”
            I hadn’t gone but three steps beyond the door. Then I pause. It increases her impatience whilst waiting to reappear, devoted and at her beck and call.
            Perhaps as much as a minute later, Albert reappeared in the doorway.
            “Yes, Madam? You called?”
            “I feel like taking a short nap. What time is it?”
            Albert paused.
            Let us speak of sleep and chambers in the colors of your whims. 
            Albert pulled his usual timepiece from the usual pocket.
            Yes. We’ll play at this, our game.
            “It's four fif--”
            “Prepare the bed…”
            Ah!
            “…mauve room, Albert. It's firmer than the one in the blue room where I slept last night.”
            “A bridegroom. Very well, Madam. Right away.”
            “A bridegroom? Oh, Albert, must you forever dredge up that episode? It was so many years ago. I have asked that you not speak of it. Can't you remember? Some episodes are better left unmentioned. Thus, I'll ask that you not to bring that one up any longer. What good does it do in the end, Albert, to evoke painful memories of times better left forgotten? Albert?”
            “Yes, Madam.”
            “Of course I understand the reproach that some, perhaps you are among them, Albert, might wish to direct my way even today. But I continue to believe it was for the best, the way things worked out between my betrothed and myself. Yes. I believe that with all my heart.”
            Albert turned and was gone.
            “Albert!”
            He reappeared in the doorway with the tea still in tow.
            “Yes, Madam? You called?”
            “You still haven't told me what time it is.”
            “Ah! I beg your pardon, Madam.”
            The timepiece reappeared from his pocket.
            “Excuse me, Albert?”
            I repeated myself as was often required when addressing Albert.
            “I beg your pardon, Madam.”
            “Albert, you know that I like to have an answer when I ask a question. How many times have I told you that I like to have an answer when I ask a question?”
             “At the very least, three—“
              “At the very least, three thousand times, wouldn't you say?”
              “Yes, Madam.” At the very least.”
             “Well then!!
             “ I beg your pardon, Madam. I'll have that answer for you Brighton Island.”
            He consults his timepiece.”
             “Brighton Island? Albert I really don't comprehend why you must continually return to that subject! Didn't I beg you, how long ago was it?”
              “At the very most—“
             “At the very most three minutes ago, wouldn't you say?”
              “Yes, Madam.”
             “…not to discuss that episode of our lives in my presence. What good does it do? Will you be left, any less, on the island, confused and alone, in your tails, with the ring, and the minister waiting? Will I, any less, be gone with the wind, on a yacht, with my Gerald at the helm?”
              “It is—“
             I suddenly noticed that my tea was no longer on the table beside me.
            “Albert, where is my cup?”
              “I removed it, Madam.”
             “I beg your pardon?”
            “I removed it, Madam.”
             “There is no need to raise your voice. I am not deaf, Albert!”
              “No, Madam, you are not deaf. I beg your pardon.”
             “Excuse me?”
              “I beg your pardon, Madam.”
             “Then where is my cup?”
              “Here, Madam.”
             “Here? Where? Here? Where?”
              “Here in my left hand, Madam.”
             “Ah! Over there! Not here! Over there in your right hand!”
              “That's right, Madam.”
             “I am here.” And you, you are--
              “Over there.”
             “That's right.”
              “Indeed, Madam. You are here and I am over there.”
             “With my cup!
              “Madam had finished.”
             “Finished? What time is it?”
            He pulls his timepiece from his pocket.
              “It's four seven--
             “I never finish my tea before quarter past five.”
            He said nothing.
              “Would Madam like some more--”
             “Oh my, my, my.” I was yawning. “I'm beginning to feel a bit sleepy. Perhaps I'll take a brief nap.”
              “Very well, Madam.”
             “Would you be so kind as to prepare the bed in the beige bedroom, Albert?”
              “The beige bedroom? Not the—“
             “The beige bedroom! Are you deaf?” He doesn't answer. “You don't answer!! How many times must I repeat that I don't like not having my questions answered, Albert?”
              “At the very least, three—“
              “At the very least, three thousand, wouldn't you say?”
              “Yes, Madam.”
             “What time is it?”
              He consults his timepiece. 
            “It's something something...”
             “Ah! Then I'll have another small cup of tea, Albert. I finished the first one so fast! Bring me another, won't you?”
              “Very well, Madam.”
He exited. I  began to leaf through her magazine but may have dozed off. When I reawoke, Albert had spread a coverlet across my lap and returned to his station where he stood motionless, head bowed.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sixteen Dimensions of Effective Teaching








There's been a great deal of discussion lately about "the effective teacher" and whether it's possible to measure teaching effectiveness. Obviously, great teaching can take many different forms. There is not one mold. If there were such a thing, schools would have great teachers coming out of their windows, which they definitely don't. Our schools are blessed with a high percentage of DEVOTED teachers, but devotion and effectiveness don't necessarily go hand in hand. A teacher can work hard but not possess the know-how to provide students a stimulating, inspiring, growth-inducing environment. But while all great teachers are not identical, they all resemble each other in a number of ways. I propose the following list and respectfully suggest that teachers evaluate their classroom practices against it. Probably no teacher employs all these best practices, but all great teachers employ the majority of them most of the time. So here are what I'll call:

                                  The Sixteen Dimensions of Effective Teaching


  1. The Effective Teacher is a leader of a team (not an adversary or a judge)

  1. The Effective Teacher plays with the rules (not by the rules, which were not written to facilitate learning)

  1. The Effective Teacher compels with energy, enthusiasm and competence (not with threat or as a given of the position)

  1. The Effective Teacher focuses on learning (not on grades or deadlines or obedience)

  1. The Effective Teacher keeps students active (not passive or in their place)

  1. The Effective Teacher demands a lot and grades on effort (not on level of achievement)

  1. The Effective Teacher maintains multiple open roads to success and definitions thereof (not one)

  1. The Effective Teacher designs lessons that are within reach of all and challenge all (not ones that target a single [low, middle or high] level)

  1. The Effective Teacher uses the book in multiples ways (not one)

  1. The Effective Teacher engages student participation in the teaching process (not just the learning process)

  1. The Effective Teacher is open and positive (not always right or in control)

  1. The Effective Teacher loves teaching and the subject and designs lessons that lure the students into a love of it (as opposed to those who are teaching simply because they were good at the subject in school or who like summers off and getting home by 4 pm)

  1. The Effective Teacher covers material many times always connecting the current material to that which has been learned in previous lessons (rather than focusing exclusively on the new material)

  1. The Effective Teacher asks students to think (not to memorize)

  1. The Effective Teacher’s classroom is playful and energizing (not grave or alienating)

  1. The Effective Teacher models the behavior desired of students (not “Do as I say, not as I do”)