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October 22, 2014

Wiki "Friday": wasp / chestnut / Skills for Jobs Blueprint

This week we are talking about trees. And sex and death and education.

Fig wasp


70-90 million years ago, fig trees and certain wasps started needing each other to reproduce.

Dinosaurs were alive at that time.

Most fig trees still rely on wasps for pollination.

Here is how it works for at least one kind of fig wasp:

The baby insects are born inside a fig. "The males' only tasks are to mate with the females while still within the fig syconium and to chew a hole for the females to escape."

Later, when the females are ready to deposit their own eggs, they wriggle into a new fig, incidentally pollinating it, and scraping off their wings and most of their antennae. They lay their eggs in the internal flowers of the fig and die.

"Female fig wasps can reach the ovaries of short female flowers with their ovipositors, but not long female flowers. Thus, the short flowers grow wasps, whereas the long flowers become seeds."

The short flowers grow wasps

(The poetry of Wikipedia)

Finally, "In figs of this sort, the crunchy bits in the fruit contain both seeds and wasps."

Yep. I'm still unclear about whether these wasps that we eat are dead adults or dead babies. Meh. I love figs regardless. Let's talk about another tree.

American chestnut


Maciej told me that American chestnut trees used to cover massive swathes of eastern North America and grew to be a hundred feet tall.

Wikipedia confirms this.


100 feet fall. 10 feet in diameter. From Ontario to Mississippi. From the Atlantic to the Ohio Valley. As Maciej said, "they rained chestnuts."

Around 1900, some Asian chestnut trees were imported, containing a bark fungus.

"The airborne bark fungus spread 50 mi (80 km) a year and in a few decades girdled and killed up to three billion American chestnut trees."

Now there are fewer than 100 large survivors in the original range.

The American chestnut, "may have ultimately become vulnerable to disease because of a near-monoculture in some locations."

Diversity. Diversity. Diversity. Or eventual death.

On that note, let's take a quick look at Christy Clark's new plan for post-secondary education in this province.

"B.C.'s Skills for Jobs Blueprint"


Released in April, this document explains how the provincial government will "re-engineer" B.C.'s colleges and universities to favour the LNG sector. Yes, seriously.

LNG is mentioned in 25 of the 40 pages.

LNG is actually the bright blue heading for pages 24-40.

Maybe you saw the news about VCC laying off 150 of its 190 ESL teachers. That's connected.

I can't stop thinking of the clichéd phrase, putting all your eggs in one basket.

Let's do a little math.

100,000

That's how many jobs might be created by the LNG sector, says the provincial government newsroom. ("58,700 direct and indirect construction jobs, 23,800 permanent direct and indirect jobs for operations, and thousands more of induced jobs as a result of households having more income." So that's a hopeful number.)

2,500,000

That's about how many people are in the labour market in B.C., according to Statistics Canada.

100,000 divided by 2,500,000 = .04

4%

That seems like a small percentage of potential jobs.

The metaphor I am kind of going for with the trees: we need diversity in our education, so that we have different types of thinkers and skilled people, for adapting to different environments.

Over and out.

(image one source / image two source)

Correction 10/26/2014: I did some more reading this last week, and the layoffs at VCC are not directly related to "B.C.'s Skills for Jobs Blueprint." They are there result of a federal funding cut. Same zeitgeist, different levels of government.

February 27, 2013

When I'm feeling cynical about ESL...


I imagine that there were many operating systems, all functioning for people in their different contexts.

Then one company won.

Now everyone has to pay to switch, or to upgrade.

Except the employees of one company; they can sell the software.

November 11, 2011

Yes, I don't


"Joe? Do you understand?"

[Joe--Chinese name unknown to me--looks me in the eye. Rests his hands on his round belly, on the belt that encircles the belly perfectly, like the equator. Joe smiles. He is confident.]

"Yes, I don't."

Nobody captures Level One like Joe.

October 13, 2011

Have/Don't have

Eventually the adults in my ESL class form two lines, facing one another. I like to start with conversation, and away from desks. The further people are from paper and pens, the more they tend to focus on each other.

"Does everyone have a partner? ... Heidi, do you have a partner?"

Heidi--this is her English name--smiles, adorably, and kind of pokes into one of the lines.

"Mei you," she jokingly complains.

"Mei you?" I joke back. "Here, here, Senem is your partner."

Half the students in the class speak Mandarin, and they laugh. Even the others--the Turkish women, the Kurdish man, and the women from Iraq and Afghanistan--laugh. Mei you means "don't have." You means "have." The grammar and the pronunciation for these are easy, right? It's strange, I think, that I don't know more Mandarin. Or any Cantonese. So many people speak these languages in Vancouver. It would be nice to be able to make more jokes, to get more laughs.

October 4, 2009

"Are you speak English?"

Rabat. 8AM. Switching buses to get to Tangiers.

There is nothing more comforting than a Japanese tourist more confused than you are.

February 26, 2009

Language Revolution


Check it! I met with my companera Lorena today, and we learned two languages worth of past tense in 40 minutes, with perfect pronunciation to boot.

El martes por la manana me levante a las nueve y cuarto. Te busque pero no te vi, entonces te envie un email y te pregunte si querias encontrarte conmigo el Jueves.

I can do it in second and third person, too. There was context, there was listening, there was speaking, there was patient practice, there was a memory game...it was totally painless. Language exchange = revolution.

February 21, 2009

Faces vs. races


There was an Op-Ed piece in the New York Times yesterday about how racist white people are and how scared we are that black people know. That made me laugh a little. The silver lining on the cloud of prejudice was this finding: when people practice distinguishing faces from a group, like a group of black people, their biases against the group deteriorate. 

"I already knew that!" I wanted to shout.

Seriously, though, teaching is one psych experiment after another. A group of 14-18 year old Saudi boys looked like carbon copies until the second week they were in my class, when my vision magically changed. Their faces turned one-of-a-kind and I never confused Mohammed with Tariq again. The byproduct of this sight shift was that I saw the distances between their personalities. There was as much variability among the Saudi boys as between the Saudi boys and their American counterparts.

Conclusion: seeing individuals is the antidote to racism. And language teaching is good for humanity.

February 16, 2009

Language Exchange Day 1







Holy crap! Yesterday was huge and I'm still overwhelmed.

For a year and a half, I've wanted to start a language exchange centre so that two people could sit down across a table and teach each other languages. It's such an obvious and enjoyable solution to "I know the rules but I can't have a conversation," but no one does it. 

Well, yesterday, with about 40 Ecuadorians and exchange students, we began. Day 1 was all about welcoming, relaxing, and having fun, so here's what we did:
  • Bilingual sentence charades; pick and card and act out the phrase until someone guesses it in English or Spanish (e.g. "Can I ride your horse?"/"Puedo montar a su caballo?"). Then make the audience say both. Good laughs here.
  • "Am I a polar bear?"; link arms with a partner and ask other pairs yes/no questions to about the animal picture on your back until you figure it out (see pictures).
  • Photo scavenger hunt; teams of 4-5 were formed, and then my assistant Libby and I (yep--I have an assistant) read off 15 items in Spanish and 15 in English, including "a German on one foot," "shaking hands with a tourist," and "a blue-footed booby." They had 30 minutes, and I am still in awe of the first team back, who got 29 items.
The idea with all of these was not to teach language, but to show them that they could teach each other, even total beginners.

Finally, at the end of the afternoon, we gave people their new partners. Imagine a room of blind dates--really nervous, really excited people doing their best to have a conversation. That was my favourite part. Now they're responsible to their partners, which means Partner A has to call Partner B if he can't meet. On Sundays they're invited to facilitated exchange sessions with me and Libby, basically to teach them how to teach, and the rest of the week they can meet on their own.

Phew. 

Who knows how big this will get. Like I said, I'm still overwhelmed. There are already things I would do differently, and I'm bound to make a million mistakes, but I keep reminding myself that this is an experiment. Me and Darwin, we're all about evolution.

What do you think? Would you ever do a language exchange?

February 7, 2009

Fuck



A shout out to anyone who manages to learn English!

I'm fucking tired of you

I'm tired of fucking you

If you can laugh at the difference, then you're in. Because while everyone thinks that cursing is crude, an ESL learner knows that it's a delicate art. Even before you deal with pronunciation and stress, you have to get those fucking words in the right fucking order. Dios mio.

This shout-out was prompted in part by my students. I just finished my evening class, which marks three weeks of teaching in the Galapagos. Administrators in Quito warned me that the students were true islanders, i.e. that they would stroll in an hour late without homework or apologies. Not so! Most of them break sweats under the classroom's single fan in their efforts. English is idiomatic, filled with annoying phrasal verbs, and stressed so strongly that people must think we learned it sipping gin and riding roller coasters.

So, bravo, all you ESLers!