Saturday, May 12, 2012
MzTeachuh: Who Told You Stories and Sang You Songs?
MzTeachuh: Who Told You Stories and Sang You Songs?: Grandmother Storyteller by Ada Suina, Cochiti New Mexico I'm giving this one to Grandma. Mother's Day. May 13. Don't forget Granny. ...
Who Told You Stories and Sang You Songs?
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| Grandmother Storyteller by Ada Suina, Cochiti New Mexico |
Mother's Day. May 12. Don't forget Granny.
Check out the pottery from New Mexico:
Pueblo Storytellers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42ubb28IEFU&feature=player_embedded
Who Thought You Were the Cutest Little Thing in the Whole World?
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| 'Mother and Child,' Uemura Shoen |
Your Mama. あなたのママ
Friday, May 11, 2012
MzTeachuh: Who Was Your First Playmate?
MzTeachuh: Who Was Your First Playmate?: Child with Toys, Renoir Your Mom. And she had fun, too. Mother's Day May 13.
Who Was Your First Playmate?
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| Child with Toys, Renoir |
Mother's Day May 13.
MzTeachuh: Who Dressed You Up So Fancy Schmancy?
MzTeachuh: Who Dressed You Up So Fancy Schmancy?: Madame Charpentier and Her Daughters, Renoir Your mom. Mother's Day May 13.
Who Dressed You Up So Fancy Schmancy?
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| Madame Charpentier and Her Daughters, Renoir |
Mother's Day May 13.
Thought I'd add some funky music to collaborate with these rich people having this portrait done by Renoir.
Our lovely Stevie Wonder and sentiments. Love this song.
Isn't She Lovely?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2WzocbSd2w
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| Twelve year old Stevie Wonder's mom dressed him up fancy schmancy for the Apollo Theatre. |
Who Showed You Who You Are?
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| Mother and Child, Andy Warhol |
You might choose, Irish, Italian, Mexican, English, Russian, Philipino, German, Scottish, Chinese, Dine, Arab, Dutch, Puerto Rican, French, Welsh, Jewish, Chilean, Danish, Japanese, Basque, Canadian, Romanian, Indian, Mayan, Angolan, Brazilian, Navaho, Turkish, Costa Rican, Portuguese, Nicaraguan, Guinea Bissaun, Lithuanian, Nigerian, Egyptian, El Salvadoran, Omani, Norwegian, or all of the above (for us Heinz Fiftyseven.)
Mother's Day May 12.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Who Put Up With Your Toddler Highjinks?
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| 'Mother and Child' Pablo Picasso |
Mother's Day May 13.
And I bet you had the cutest little baby face!
Here's a Sesame Street favorite that didn't make the cover of Time magazine:
You're My Baby.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r501NT3NYw4&feature=related
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
MzTeachuh: Who Sang You Your First Lullaby?
MzTeachuh: Who Sang You Your First Lullaby?: 'Sleepy Baby.' Mary Cassett Chances are, your mom. Mother's Day May 13. Tonight Ringo will sing you a lullaby Good Night. The ...
Who Sang You Your First Lullaby?
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| 'Sleepy Baby.' Mary Cassett |
Chances are, your mom.
Mother's Day May 12.
Tonight Ringo will sing you a lullaby
Good Night. The Beatles. The White Album.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qjo15n0mGU
MzTeachuh: Who Helped You Take Your First Steps?
MzTeachuh: Who Helped You Take Your First Steps?: 'Farmstead" Van Gogh Mom, and, alright, Dad, too. Sweet painting by Vincent. Mother's Day May 13.
Who Helped You Take Your First Steps?
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| 'Farmstead" Van Gogh |
Mother's Day May 12.
MzTeachuh: Who Bathed Your Chubby Little Self?
MzTeachuh: Who Bathed Your Chubby Little Self?: Jules Being Dried by His Mother (above, from 1900), Cassatt Be glad, very glad, I didn't ask, 'Who changed your pungent little diapers?...
Who Bathed Your Chubby Little Self?
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| Jules Being Dried by His Mother (above, from 1900), Cassatt |
Mother's Day is May 12.
India's Mother भारत मा
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| Mother Teresa |
Sounds like parenting to me.
Mothers' Day May 12.
Langston Hughes Speak to Us About Mothers' Day
The Negro Mother
Children, I come back today
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
In order that the race might live and grow.
Look at my face -- dark as the night --
Yet shining like the sun with love's true light.
I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea
Carrying in my body the seed of the free.
I am the woman who worked in the field
Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield.
I am the one who labored as a slave,
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave --
Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too.
No safety , no love, no respect was I due.
Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .
God put a dream like steel in my soul.
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal.
Now, through my children, young and free,
I realized the blessing deed to me.
I couldn't read then. I couldn't write.
I had nothing, back there in the night.
Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears,
But I kept trudging on through the lonely years.
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun,
But I had to keep on till my work was done:
I had to keep on! No stopping for me --
I was the seed of the coming Free.
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother
Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother.
I had only hope then , but now through you,
Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true:
All you dark children in the world out there,
Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair.
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow --
And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.
Make of my pass a road to the light
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night.
Lift high my banner out of the dust.
Stand like free men supporting my trust.
Believe in the right, let none push you back.
Remember the whip and the slaver's track.
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife
Still bar you the way, and deny you life --
But march ever forward, breaking down bars.
Look ever upward at the sun and the stars.
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers
Impel you forever up the great stairs --
For I will be with you till no white brother
Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.
To tell you a story of the long dark way
That I had to climb, that I had to know
Yet shining like the sun with love's true light.
I am the dark girl who crossed the red sea
Carrying in my body the seed of the free.
I am the woman who worked in the field
Bringing the cotton and the corn to yield.
I am the one who labored as a slave,
Beaten and mistreated for the work that I gave --
Children sold away from me, I'm husband sold, too.
No safety , no love, no respect was I due.
Three hundred years in the deepest South:
But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth .
God put a dream like steel in my soul.
Now, through my children, I'm reaching the goal.
Now, through my children, young and free,
I realized the blessing deed to me.
I couldn't read then. I couldn't write.
I had nothing, back there in the night.
Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears,
But I kept trudging on through the lonely years.
Sometimes, the road was hot with the sun,
But I had to keep on till my work was done:
I had to keep on! No stopping for me --
I was the seed of the coming Free.
I nourished the dream that nothing could smother
Deep in my breast -- the Negro mother.
I had only hope then , but now through you,
Dark ones of today, my dreams must come true:
All you dark children in the world out there,
Remember my sweat, my pain, my despair.
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow --
And make of those years a torch for tomorrow.
Make of my pass a road to the light
Out of the darkness, the ignorance, the night.
Lift high my banner out of the dust.
Stand like free men supporting my trust.
Believe in the right, let none push you back.
Remember the whip and the slaver's track.
Remember how the strong in struggle and strife
Still bar you the way, and deny you life --
But march ever forward, breaking down bars.
Look ever upward at the sun and the stars.
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers
Impel you forever up the great stairs --
For I will be with you till no white brother
Dares keep down the children of the Negro Mother.
Langston Hughes
MzTeachuh: Help that is perpetual Помощь, что вечно - вечно -...
MzTeachuh: Help that is perpetual Помощь, что вечно - вечно -...: "Our Mother (Lady) of Perpetual Help" Unknown artist, 12th c. ' Help that is everlasting - eternal ...
Help that is perpetual Помощь, что вечно - вечно - многолетние - постоянные - постоянные
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| "Our Mother (Lady) of Perpetual Help" Unknown artist, 12th c. | ' |
Помощь, что вечно - вечно - многолетние - постоянные - постоянные.
Moms love unconditionally, want to always be there for you.
Mother's Day is May 12. Sunday.
On the Daily Walk
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| 'The Stroll, Madame Monet and son' Monet |
Mother's Day, Sunday May12.
Détente avec ma maman.(Relaxing with my mama.)
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| 'Madame Monet with her son, Jean' Renoir |
Mother's Day is Sunday, May 12.
Who Kissed Your Fat Little Baby Hand?
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| 'Baby's First Caress' Cassett |
Mother's Day is Sunday, May 12.
MzTeachuh: Who's Praying for You?
MzTeachuh: Who's Praying for You?: "Virgin in Prayer" by Giovanni Battista Silva Bet your mom is. Mother's Day is May 13, 2012. Sunday.
Who's Praying for You?
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| "Virgin in Prayer" by Giovanni Battista Silva |
Mother's Day is May 12, 2012. Sunday.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
MzTeachuh: Someone Brought a Smile to Your Baby Face.
MzTeachuh: Someone Brought a Smile to Your Baby Face.: Mother and Child by Renoir Maybe someone still does. Mothers' Day is Sunday, May 13.
Someone Brought a Smile to Your Baby Face
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| Mother and Child by Renoir |
Mothers' Day is Sunday, May 12.
Monday, May 7, 2012
MzTeachuh: Reverie: A State of Abstracted Musing.
MzTeachuh: Reverie: A State of Abstracted Musing.: Starry Night be Van Gogh Reverie by Claude Debussy. Good evening. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrFL2MWuxa4&feature=related
Reverie: A State of Abstracted Musing.
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| Starry Night by Van Gogh |
Good evening.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrFL2MWuxa4&feature=related
MzTeachuh: Two of Us
MzTeachuh: Two of Us: You and I have memories Longer than the road that stretches out ahead Two of us riding nowhere Spending someone's Hard earned pay You...
Two of Us
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| You and I have memories Longer than the road that stretches out ahead |
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
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| Two of us sending postcards |
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
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| Two of us wearing raincoats |
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
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| You and me chasing paper; John Lennon's cats? |
We're going home
Better believe it
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| Two of us writing music... |
And now the music to this poem. The audio is slightly out of sinc, which I found amusing. Love Lennon's whistling.
The Beatles--Two of Us. Let It Be
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xbixo7_two-of-us-1970_music
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| Two of Us |
MzTeachuh: Mid-Morning--Time for a Latte? A Lesson from Rose ...
MzTeachuh: Mid-Morning--Time for a Latte? A Lesson from Rose ...: Rose and Ivy soaking up the solar power at 10 am Rose and Ivy reminds me that coffee breaks were invented for a reason--to take a breath...
Mid-Morning--Time for a Latte? A Lesson from Rose and Ivy
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| Rose and Ivy soaking up the solar power at 10 am |
Teachers seldom do this--recess to supervise, papers to correct, IEPs to write. We take lunch at the computer inputting grades. One year was so busy, I didn't have time to chew, so I brought in juices and liquid lunch. Poor me.
Nah. I was just playing the martyr, I think. Didn't want to say , 'No, I'm not doing extra work.' Silly me.
Back to Rose and Ivy. What focus they have, absorbing all that solar power. What peace and direction. Not pressured or in a rush. Confident in having been a bud that transforms to a bloom, to a rose hip. From a bush with a long line of fantastic roses. Ivy is a pioneer, nothing stops her from moving up, out, and over. Progressive determination. Done it before, will do it again. No panic or frustration. Her vine just keeps on growing. Rose and Ivy are completely confident in who they are and what their purpose is in life. No confusion, bitterness, or depression. Just growth. You go, girls!
Here's some perky music (forgive the pun) to have a latte or herbal tea or whatever calms and refocuses you.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
MzTeachuh: The Game Is Afoot! Sherlock Returns
MzTeachuh: The Game Is Afoot! Sherlock Returns: Holmes and Watson Benedict Cumberpatch and Martin Freeman are the newest Holmes and Watson, this time on PBS, in a second season interpr...
The Game Is Afoot! Sherlock Returns
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| Holmes and Watson |
Here's the schedule for this spring:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/mystery/index.html
A good recent film of Sherlock is starring Robert Downey, Jr., and Jude Law. The first came out in 2009.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0988045/
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| 2011 |
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| 2009 |
The second, which I prefer, came out just last December. I enjoyed the miniflashes of the workings of Sherlock's mind. Moriarity was effective, too, played by Jared Harris.
These are set in the 1890's, when they were written.
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| http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monk_%28TV_series%29#Premise |
Link to the background of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes
You can download the original stories here:
http://www.mysterynet.com/holmes/sherlock-holmes-stories/
Lots of old movie versions, with lots of familiar stories:
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| Basil Rathbone 1939-1942,Sherlock went political |
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| 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' Jeremy Brett, Edward Hardwicke | . |
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| Basil (Sherlock) 'The Great Mouse Detective |
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| It's elementary, My Dear Data |
MzTeachuh: "A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell as Sweet"
MzTeachuh: "A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell as Sweet": Taken in Stratford Upon Avon. Thank you, William, for the wonderful thoughts. And inspiring some profound music, too. Jefferelli's...
"A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell as Sweet"
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| Taken in Stratford Upon Avon by MzTeachuh. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"--rosa, роза,steg,igo,
玫瑰,τριαντάφυλλο,गुलाब,D'ardaigh,バラ,장미,rožė,meningkat,trandafir ,ружаرنگ گلی, గులాబీ,ரோஜா,רויז,شىء على شكل وردة
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| Jefferelli's version |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FHpmn-KYec
And Tchaikovsky and a ballet, too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upyQMC-ioKE
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| Shakespeare lives. |
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