January 29, 2012
The state of Apple | Macworld

January 27, 2012
New Jersey Anti-Bullying is Unconstitutional

The Council [on Local Mandates] struck down the law at a hearing Friday as an unfunded state mandate based on a complaint filed by the Allamuchy school district in Warren County.

While perhaps well-intentioned, the strictures of the law were onerous to districts who had to grab the most convenient employee who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, say no.

(Source: pressofatlanticcity.com)

January 24, 2012
Are iBooks the Answer, or the iPad’s Foot in the Door?

I first glimpsed the future of the book, and more broadly the textbook, when I bought my first-but-discontinued (that is, old) Newton MessagePad 2100 in the summer of 2002. It was just before I was to start work as a school psychologist; I’d managed to get through 2+ years of graduate school without keeping any real semblance of a calendar or task list, just notebooks and my computers, on which I’d written all of my papers and assignments, and prepared presentations. I have always regretted not buying it before I started school, because I think I would have used the hell out of it.

The Newton was old by technology lifespans, but it was, in my opinion, a far more capable and intriguing device than the Handspring Visor I’d bought on a whim one evening in school. The Visor was new but not especially capable, especially considering the handwriting recognition, or “Graffiti,” which required me to memorize a novel alphabet that harkened the characters the represented, but were far from actually looking like a letter. Even adding a space between words required the gesture-equivalent of a tap on the spacebar.

So used to this manner of “writing” was I that when I opened up the box containing my Newton, I began to write on the screen using Grafitti. Obviously, this didn’t work; I saw odd characters on the screen that didn’t match the letters I was trying to write. I assumed the thing was broken.

After following a few tutorials on how to use the Newton, however, I realized that the Newton handwriting recognition engine, or “Rosetta,” recognized my natural print. I could train it to recognize characters it didn’t understand at first. The OS’s “intelligence” was fascinating inasmuch as it supported natural language to create calendar events from within the Notes application. It really was ahead of its time.

It wasn’t long before I put a few ebooks onto the Newton, and while it was not a great reading device, a number of features that would eventually become part of the notional “modern” textbook (or textbook of the future) became evident:

  • a portable library of a lot of books and reference materials;
  • a library you could back up and always re-install or download to your device, if something broke or got lost;
  • an interactive experience, where the reader could highlight, make notes, and otherwise manipulate, without actually inking up an expensive textbook;
  • imbedded multimedia to enhance what had previously been limited to illustrations;
  • the ability to search;
  • my own little fantasy feature: you could share your “handwritten” notes right out of the book with others.

As a fan of books (if not necessarily textbooks), it was not the experience of reading dead tree books that made me yearn for my imagined e-text device, but rather the advantages of a highly portable library that allowed the reader to use something as delightful, to me, as the Newton OS. It was the OS itself that I liked, the tactile and visual experience of using the device, and the potential of the thing to be something even greater than a date book or to-do list that I loved.

Fast-forward some eight years, and the iPad is here. The iPad is cheaper, faster, more capable than the Newton ever was, and with Apple’s revelation on Thursday, January 9th, 2012, the textbook of the future is here. Or so says Apple, perhaps hyperbolically.

It seems evident that iBooks textbooks represent an incremental improvement on the dead tree version, which of course do bear criticism: books are heavy, easy to tear, and not especially interactive. Sure, I can think of plenty of kids who can’t seem to make it to their locker often enough. The iPad would solve that problem.

What about lost books? Surely the iPad would fix that problem: just re-download the book. But I can think of kids who have lost technology (for example, the AlphaSmart). You can lose an iPad. You can break one, too. In fact, you can break an iPad far more easily than you can break a book.

Niggles aside, does reading on the iPad represent a wholly more enjoyable activity than reading from a textbook? And if so, is it a panacea to the supposed woes of the American education experience? Critics of American education don’t see textbooks per se as the problem (although the selection and certification process seems to be a favorite demon of the technology press covering this story), but rather that we have an outmoded means of delivering curricula, which itself doesn’t provide modern-day skills.

Notable technology writers are weighing in, and the most interesting perspectives are from Mac-centric writers and teachers. Steve McCabe, writing for TidBits, doesn’t think the Franken-ePub1 represents any great leap forward:

This was intended to be, clearly, a spectacular advance, a leap forward in educational technology that would disrupt, innovate, surprise, delight; certainly, for me, a technology commentator, and a teacher since 1991, this should have been a revolutionary innovation. But it didn’t, and it wasn’t.

It is true that iBooks textbooks offer a level of engagement that paper books are unable to match, and there is definitely evidence to suggest that novelty in presentation, especially when that novelty involves computers, will, at least temporarily, reduce affective barriers to learning. I know — I did some of the research as a graduate student, again back in the mid-1990s. But those years also saw an incipient movement to take the possibilities offered by computers to personalise and individualise the learning experience offered by technology and exploit the platforms available even fifteen years ago.

I’d like to emphasize McCabe’s point that using a texbook on an iPad would temporarily represent a novel learning environment. That’s a point worth noting, because, like email, such technology will eventually be normal. Common, even. Consider the modern office, including your local educational agency: email is a stable, persistent means of communication. It’s not novel anymore…but I can remember when it was. We’re not going back. What are its contributions? It has increased our speed of communication and offers the ability to time-shift conversations. Email allows me to avoid the fax machine about half of the time I used to.

I don’t want to work without email, but it hasn’t transformed education. And neither will iBooks.

Ryan Fass, writing for ComputerWorld, disagrees:

Apple’s new education tools are revolutionary, both in concept and in execution. The question, however, is whether Apple can reinvent how we learn (and teach) just as it changed the music and home entertainment industries or how we think about and use smartphones and other mobile devices.

For Fass, it comes down to money (affording iPads), the always bashable teachers’ unions, IT implementation, and textbook selection regulations. But his treatment of how or why iBooks are so revolutionary is never fleshed out; in fact, he makes the grand assumption that somehow iBooks “not only consolidates features but pares them back to focus on the actual task at hand: learning.”

I love reading on the iPad, but there are distractions in the device that you just can’t find in your average textbook. It just begs to be fiddled with. And I’d argue the same for computers.

Fraser Spiers points out that Apple’s “reinvention” doesn’t go far enough:

The ownership model for ebooks is out of step with the way schools buy and use most books. Unfortunately, Apple’s announcement didn’t change that much. I had hoped that on Thursday we would see a mechanism for checking books out and back into some kind of “school library” through iBooks. Instead we got a modest price cut on textbooks alone.

But he sees it as part of a longer game, part of which is the new “flatness” (dare I say disintermediation) in publishing, which iBooks Author makes possible: schools can publish their own textbooks and iTunes U lessons. So, for Spiers, the iBooks textbook is a bridge, and a bit of a McGuffin, perhaps:

I understand why Apple is pushing on this: the textbook is culturally and politically embedded in the American education system. It’s also an obvious and easily understood way to sell the benefits of the iPad to the people who control educational spending. Such people are often not ready to hear a pitch about teachers and pupils creating their own materials, using the Internet for learning, and communicating with peers and experts around the world.

So schools get the iPad, spend some money on iBooks, and then, a few years down the road, find out that the textbook landscape has changed considerably from what it was. You find out that your math department has created a “textbook” of its own. And you don’t need to buy as many expensive textbooks. Maybe that’s how it will play out.

And I hope so, because I think that, like my old, retired, beloved Newton, I see the advantages of a highly portable library that allows the reader to use something as delightful, to me, as iOS on the iPad.


1 “While the format largely relies on the ePub 2 standard for text and images, the interactivity and advanced layout capabilities are added via proprietary extensions that only iBooks can interpret.”

January 18, 2012
On Work and Raising Children

“It’s nice to have the extra days to spend with my kids,” she says. “I want to raise them right. I didn’t have them so I could give them to someone else to take care of.”

Tough economic times are always met with attempts to roll back worker benefits, aren’t they?

Link

December 24, 2011
Lists

There are two “digital divides”: that caused by poverty, and that by willful ignorance. The former is when a person simply can’t access modern technologies; the latter, when they simply won’t switch set.

I work in public education, and, like many endeavors, the sharing of information is paramount to other people getting their jobs done. For example, the people who coordinate standardized testing need to review students who, due to special needs, have accommodations (such as extra time) for those tests. Special Education has the information that the test coordinators need.

A valid concern is how best to share that information, which is not, I must point out, static, but fluid, ever-changing. Student enrollment changes daily. Often enough, who is enrolled in special education changes; details regarding how a child with special needs is assisted change. Things change all the time.

Printing out a static list isn’t going to be accurate for long. Maybe for a few days, the list someone printed and sent to you or that you printed out will be accurate, but the data is going to change. Happily, most of the technology that organizations pay for is able to provide updated information.

Let me give you a for instance. I’m the homeless liaison for my school district. (If you want to know more about what constitutes “homeless” in educational parlance, check this out.) People become homeless throughout the school year. It’s not something that happens by October 15th and then I get to stop paying attention to.

So I do a number of things related to assisting the homeless, but one of them is checking off a few flags in PowerSchool. This is because a lot of people need to know who is homeless at any given time during the school year: school nurses, administrators, teachers, support staff. They all have their reasons, all valid.

When someone needs to know who’s homeless, do you know what they do? They ask me for a list.

And I have a list. I have a small database that I maintain for my purposes. It can produce lists.

But guess what? You don’t need to ask me. All you have to do is query in PowerSchool:

homeless_code=1

The database is smart enough to return to the user a list of those students who have been flagged homeless. It’s easy. Really, really easy. I send people emails every year telling them how to query PowerSchool. It’s the shortest email I write all year.

I had an administrator, who I am sure makes six figures, ask me to run the query and email her the results.

I had a school nurse complain that she didn’t know that a student was homeless because it wasn’t on the list I sent her on October 7th. Really? I would think three-month-old data would still be useful.

Our procedure in special education isn’t much better. I alone prepare over 70 IEPs in the spring that document the levels of support that a student will receive. My colleagues at the high school I work at prepare just as many; the district services grades pre-school through students aged 21, so you can imagine that as a district, we prepare a lot of IEPs. (For the record, almost 2,000).

Once I hand in an IEP, a secretary looks at some of the data and manually re-enters the exact same data on an Excel spreadsheet. Literally retypes the data.

Miracle of miracles, the software we use to prepare the IEPs has a SQL backend, so it is able to spit out reports that contain exactly the information that is going onto those spreadsheets. And those spreadsheets are very often inaccurate due to the changes wrought by time, or just plain clerical error. And who wants to manually retype data that can be extracted from the database using a canned report? It boggles my mind that people don’t stamp their feet when asked to do things and report the obvious.

“Can I have a list?”

Get your own damn list.

December 24, 2011
The War on Christmas

Is there really a war on Christmas?

Charita Goshay finds some men of the cloth who don’t think so:

“I think America’s solely interested in tolerance,” said the Very Rev. Daniel Rogich, pastor at Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church in Canton. “Tolerance sometimes leads to us thinking sometimes that there’s a ‘war’ on Christmas. In fact, tolerance is a good thing. The opposite is exclusivity, which is just as damaging.

and

The Rev. Scott Rosen, senior pastor at First Christian Church in Plain Township, bluntly dismisses the notion of a war on Christmas, calling it a “squeaky wheel” issue. “It’s a minority that cries the loudest,” he said. “People centered in who they are and what they believe, with no (tolerance) for other people’s views. There’s no ‘war.’ There’s a bunch of crybabies, using microphones for pacifiers.”


The Rev. Angelo Arrando likewise castigages his flock for confusing symbols of the holiday with deeds that embody the season’s true message:

Champions of public crèches, live Nativity scenes, community Christmas trees, proper greetings and salutations in the marketplace stand firm that Dec. 25 is still a religious holiday — not a violation of separation of church and state. They tell us that Christmas has been sanitized in schools and public squares, in malls and parades where Santa’s OK, but Jesus Christ is not. “Jingle Bells” rocks, but forget about “Silent Night.”

Some people are vocal and vehement about this. I cannot help but wonder what it is they are really trying to say.

Is simply allowing a crèche, or Christmas tree or a Merry Christmas keeping Christ in Christmas? Perhaps in their minds this constitutes keeping Christ in Christmas.

And he points out that retailers shouldn’t be expected to champion religious messages:

It’s not Macy’s or Old Navy’s or Nordstrom’s responsibility to help me or anyone else find Christ in Christmas. If someone truly wants to find Christ in Christmas, simply go to a homeless shelter, a domestic abuse shelter or a place of worship. Or simply read the Bible or pray. Simply live your life as though Christ does make a difference.

Leading fevered ego Bill O’Reilly, back in 2005:

Now, Kohl’s, still giving us a hard time, but their advertising has been all “Happy Holidays” so I don’t know what they want. The company says the clerks are free to say “Merry Christmas.” Yeah, OK, that’s nice. Again, this investigation is designed to spotlight retailers who have knocked the word “Christmas” out of the Christmas season.

Derek Flood points out that arguments from O’Reilly’s point of view focus on retail expressions of the War on Christmas, which, ironically, is what you would think Christians would actually complain about:

What I’d like to remind these “Christian groups” is that Christmas isn’t actually supposed to be about shopping at all. We Christians don’t need to fight to have Christmas associated with shopping, we need to fight for it not to be. You’re fighting the wrong war guys.

Anthroslug the Much Put-Upon says it’s about imagining oneself a member of a privileged minority:

And it’s privilege that this is all about.  Nobody is persecuting Christians in the U.S.  Nobody.  Nobody has the power to do it, even if they wanted to.  What is happening is that Christians are being told that there are other people living here, and that they have as much a right to speak and be heard as anyone else.  And, it should be said, most Christians accept this with grace and with ease.  However, a very vocal group can not see the difference between not being allowed to persecute and being persecuted themselves.  They can not see that they have the same rights as everyone else, and are not entitled to special rights that the non-Christians don’t have.  And, unfortunately, the Christians who get it, who are generally decent and honest and aware, seem to be unwilling to call them on their bullshit.

December 18, 2011
Hitch

On Thursday, December 15th, Christopher Hitchens died. There’s plenty of good stuff out there from his oevre getting fresh eyeballs, mine included.

RIP, Hitch. Among his finest final moments were his comments about people who hoped (and prayed) that he would would renounce his athiesm on his deathbed.

“Suppose there were groups of secularists at hospitals who went round the terminally ill and urged them to adopt atheism: ‘Don’t be a mug all your life. Make your last days the best ones.’ People might suppose this was in poor taste.”

Christopher Hitchens’ passions: Words, alcohol and cigarettes (Vancouver Sun)

Suppose I ditch the principles I have held for a lifetime, in the hope of gaining favor at the last minute? I hope and trust that no serious person would be at all impressed by such a hucksterish choice. Meanwhile, the god who would reward cowardice and dishonesty and punish irreconcilable doubt is among the many gods in which (whom?) I do not believe.

Unanswerable Prayers (Vanity Fair)

December 12, 2011
Butcher and Singer

Making Butcher and Singer a steakhouse was a cheeky move. This would be lost on a diner who had never eaten at Neil Stein’s iconic Striped Bass, which is where Butcher and Singer now lives. Gone is the Bass’s gleaming, leaping fish statue, replaced by a resplendent steer head with a nose ring, mooing “that was then; this is now.”

So the great fish shack is now a chop house. And oh what a chop house it is. I’m not a sufficiently dedicated foodie to say how closely to the theme this Starr property hews compared to his other ventures, but it’s a safe bet that Butcher and Singer is sticky indeed. (To be fair, I’ve been to my fair share of Starr joints: Bleu Angel, Morimoto, Tangerine, El Ves, and Alma de Cuba.)

Butcher and Singer looks like Striped Bass, because it is after all a neat old building (formerly a bank, I believe). The hard landscape is not your typical restaurant property, and it would be foolish to mess with it much. Better to flip the script, from seafood to steak.

My wife and I celebrated our eigth anniversary at Butcher and Singer. We started off by sharing a dozen oysters, arranged on the iced serving plate with East Coast Oysters facing east, and West Coast Oysters west. Very clever — and delicious. The East Coast oysters (variety not identified specifically) were larger, meatier, and briny compared to the smaller, creamier, but still delicious West Coast variety. It’s foolish to adorn them with the cocktail sauce, tempting as it is with freshly grated horseradish piled on top, or the mignonette, because they are fresh and clean tasting by themselves.

Of course, there are old-skool cocktails to be had, and I enjoyed the house’s “traditional” martini, with Penn 1861 gin. It’s got more vermouth, I’d say, than the über-dry one you’re used to getting. In a nod to a time past, the martini glasses look a bit like a champagne coupe. Sadly, my martini was shaken, but not overly much. And hey! Sidecars!

An overzealous server lorded over my wife halfway through our appetizer course and started clearing the decks for our Caeser salads. We groaned inside, surprised that we were going to get the same rush treatment that accompanies most of our local dining experiences, but thankfully our server appeared and ushered him with a firm hand back to the service counter.

We had perfect pacing for the rest of the evening. Our salads came out some time later, and we chose a bottle of “Super Tuscan” red to accompany our steaks. I had the dry-aged porterhouse, while the wife had a Delmonico (a ribeye steak with no bone). We asked for the steaks to be cooked medium rare, and the server clarified our request by asking, “Cooked pink and warm throughout?” (She later appeared just after we’d cut into our steaks to check if we approved of the doneness. They were perfect, but I got the feeling they’d fix the steaks tout de suite if you had any, ahem, beef with their doneness.)

The steaks appear on oblong, ovular plates with a pinch of green garnish (cheeky, again), and no sides. Side dishes are served family style, which explains the mind-bending price for a small bowl of the most delicious brussel sprouts I’ve ever had. The sprout leaves are removed from the heads and sautéed with pancetta, and then finished off in a braise of sherry vinegar. We heeded the server’s advice (and a colleague’s recommendation) and ordered the stuffed hashbrown, which is a small-plate-sized hasbrown with larger cubes of potato, cheese, and sour cream inside. You serve yourself according to your whim from the side dishes.

The signature dessert at Butcher and Singer is Baked Alaska — again, cheeky. As our server later joked, it’s something you don’t usually see save for tacky cruise ship fare. But in Butcher and Singer’s case, it’s delicious: homemade banana ice cream on a sheet of pie crust, wrapped in meringue — warm outside, cold within.

I’d be stretching to assume to understand why Starr transmuted Stein’s seafood masterpiece into a steakhouse, but in the end, it really doesn’t matter that much. If you like a good steak and appreciate a swanky dining experience as a break away from the Weber, you couldn’t do much better than Butcher and Singer.

And do not skip the hash brown.

December 4, 2011
Correct Position (Taken with instagram)

Correct Position (Taken with instagram)

November 29, 2011
How To Truss a Chicken

“We truss chickens because we don’t trust lawyers.” - Brian Polcyn