








Oscar Madison (Matthau): I can't take it anymore, Felix, I'm cracking up. Everything you do irritates me. And when you're not here, the things I know you're gonna do when you come in irritate me. You leave me little notes on my pillow. Told you 158 times I can't stand little notes on my pillow. "We're all out of cornflakes. F.U." Took me three hours to figure out F.U. was Felix Ungar!





These witty illustrations by R. Kikuo Johnson from a recent NYT magazine drew me in. The article ain't half bad either, about teaching but I found it useful as a parent. Going to paraphrase mercilessly below...Here’s what I need from you, I need that piece of paper turned over and a pencil out.Lots of good techniques that I've been trying to use... we'll see. Further reading.
Imagine if the first direction had been, ‘Please get your things out for class,’ ” he said. The students [or your children -ed.] pay attention not because of your inborn charisma, but simply by being direct and specific.
In Boston, he [Doug Lemov the subject of this piece -ed.] declared himself on a personal quest to eliminate the saying of “shh” in classrooms, citing what he called “the fundamental ambiguity of ‘shh.’ Are you asking the kids not to talk, or are you asking kids to talk more quietly? A teacher’s control, he said repeatedly, should be “an exercise in purpose, not in power.”

It is dry, almost the feeling of bark, has a good chew to it and tastes like salted beef. Not much more you can ask for. Not greasy or colored (you ever spit after eating a slim jim... that elastic orange grease... yikes) and won't rip a hole in you later... RosiesJerky.
OK, it is not going to take out the trash or achieve world peace... it is jerky. Backup plan for watching a game or on a hike etc. They have a bunch of flavors, usually sold at smaller gas stations or convenience stores in southern VT. Everything is a little much; myself I stick with Original or throw in a Cajun if getting more than one. I like the way they don't over-reach on the sales pitch either; "quite possibly Vermont's finest tasting jerky."







Resident of Roxbury, Vermont, draws off the finished syrup from a homemade evaporator. Instead of working in a sugar house he sets up a makeshift rig in a new spot each year to use fallen timber and loose brush to fire the sawed-off oil drum [!! -ed.] 05/1974. Photographer: Cooper, Jane. Full set from Jane Cooper is fantastic.