Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

shiroi_tiger: (This Conversation Causes Me Pain)
[personal profile] shiroi_tiger
When the students filed into the classroom today, they might notice that one of their teachers had his face buried in one hand. It was entirely possible that this particular teacher was not going to remove his hand from his face for some time. Why?

Because he was Algren. )

[The links all lead to sculpture of a very NWS-y nature, so click at your own risk.]
doubleohblonde: (Bond is sincere)
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Bond's classroom looked to be reassuringly free of any props today. Whether this actually was a good or bad thing remained to be seen.

Cut for S-E-X talk. Links are NWS )

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

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[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com
As usual (and promised), there was coffee and donuts available on the desks shoved together to make their big board room meeting table and Turtle had written in large letters on the board "Product Ideas." Today's would be a fairly straightforward meetings; there was very little involved, which felt weird to Turtle, but, at the same time, tomorrow was the Student Council elections, so her stomach was doing flip-flops and her attention was poorly focused, and she couldn't even think of touching a donut without feeling sick, so maybe that was a good thing.

"Okay!" Turtle said. "Welcome back. Now, selling a product or a service is one of the key things that an entrepreneur does; without it, he or she is not really entrepreneuring anything. So that's what we're going to talk about today. As it's my last year, I've actually got what I think is a really good idea for a product, but I want to see what other things you guys can think of before I throw that out there, and we'll toss the ideas on the board and then discuss and consider which is going to be the most workable."

"Any questions? Let's hear what you've got."

[[ wait for the OCD has been approved for a patent! ]]
thetoughestcook: (tolerating this)
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"Bonjour," Colette greeted, once everyone seemed to be at a work station. "Last week, we learned about kitchen utensils and mise-en-place. This week, we will make a Chinese-American dish that puts those things to even better use than bananes en jambon. We are to make stir fry. I will demonstrate, then you will do the same."

She went behind her own work station, neatly lined with diced vegetables, chopped chicken, and sauce ingredients. "First, I heat the wok. There is vegetable oil in it, just enough to cover the bottom of the pan. I add onion, ginger and garlic and cook them until they are gold, oh, three or four minutes." Once the aromatics were cooked, she reached for the plate of chicken. "Then I add the ingredients that need the most cooking time -- chicken first, then carrots. Any protein will work; if you wish to make it vegetarian, tofu is good."

She kept stirring as she talked, dropping in broccoli and bell peppers and cooking each for about three minutes. "And now that it is all cooked, add a sauce. If this were a French recipe, I would make a sauce, but, as it is not, I will use teriyaki sauce from a bottle. We will learn to make better sauces soon."

Of this she was confident. The meal was now almost cooked; she took an appreciative sniff before turning off the burner.

"I started rice in the rice cooker at the start of class, so now we have dinner in, oh -- it took about fifteen minutes. And now it is your turn, yes? Pair up and prepare stir fries."
chosehumanity: (george-mitchell: leaning on sill)
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"'The League of Nations could make no better investment than to buy up the master-print, reproduce it in every language, to be shown in all the nations until the word "war" is taken out of the dictionaries,'" Mitchell greeted them, once they'd entered. "Pretty big, idealistic words, but that's the hope of it. And that's what Variety said about the film we'll be talking about today-- Everything's Silent in the West. It's one of the most famous World War I films ever made. Or should I say, both of them? It was based on a book by Erich Maria Remarque -- that too probably took a different look at it."

"Stories change depending on what time they're told in, and by who. The original film, from 1930, was actually banned by the Nazis for being propaganda." He paused, and smirked for a moment at the class. "Think about that. The second, from 1979, gained no such bans - obviously - but it was also not nearly as well-received. They said it was sanitised, missing some of the point."

He pointed at the TV. "You'll be watching clips of both films today," he said, "I want you to tell me which differences you see in the message that's being put out. More than that, though, I want you to think about how you'd tell this story yourself." He lapsed into a quick summary of the tale, then added, "And nevermind yourself - how do you think people in this time would show it? What would they change? What would seem more important? What would seem less?"

He grinned. "Try and watch the whole films if you can," he said, "Or pick up the book. I'm told it's good for you, but I wouldn't want to encourage it. Might spite my reputation."

[[ ocd up! ]]
[identity profile] ancientbschamp.livejournal.com
Gabrielle had a bit of a headache today, a circumstance due entirely to the ungodly amount of Pixie Stix she'd consumed during the Reserves meeting yesterday. But if you thought that would put a dent in her usual "ZOMGTHINGSTOREAD" Wednesday morning glee, you would be epic-tragically wrong. (No, really, trust her on those epic tragedy proportions.)

As had become her habit she got to the library early enough to stand just inside the doors and take a deep breath complete with broad "inhale" hand gesture, then exhale with a happy little sigh and wander into the stacks to find herself some reading material for the day. And despite Rose's commentary on radio last week, she did head for the self-help section, although she took a detour into poetry along the way and emerged with a volume of Sappho under her arm. (Gabrielle had heard a few rumblings about an up-and-coming poet by that name, and why not see what the hype was about if she had a chance?)

That probably looked really interesting, lying in a prominent place on the desk while Gabrielle skimmed through When The Love Of Your Life Is Your Best Friend.

If anything in there was applicable to her life, she wasn't interpreting it that way . . .

[OOC: Open library is open, standard SP-possible disclaimer applies.]
[identity profile] nofatjokes.livejournal.com
Fred had the mats out today, but no punching bags.

"Last week we worked on throwing blows," he said. "This week, we're going to talk about making their throws blow."

He laughed, since he thought that was funny. Fred was special.

"There's not exactly an easy way to teach you how to not get punched. You just gotta watch your opponent, and look for tells. And believe me, pretty much everyone has a tell. When you can read your opponent, read their body, you got them in the bag. You ever play that nintendo game, Punch-Out? The same principles apply. When you know what they do before they do it, you can dodge, block, and then punch the ever-lovin' crap out of 'em."

He pointed at the mats. "Y'all are gonna learn on each other. You're gonna wear pads, head guards, mouth-guards, gloves, the works. I don't want anyone cleanin' anyone's clock today. If any of you go to fight club, I expect you to team up with someone with similar skill levels. Try to figure out if you can read your opponent. And if you can... let 'em know. Then they can try and work on 'em."

Fred pointed to the mats. "Practical lesson. Go out there and hopefully fail at hitting each other."

[ooc: OCD first, por favor Open for business]
[identity profile] cuff-me-once.livejournal.com
As per usual, there was coffee, there were pastries, and there was Rick.

"Morning, kids," Rick said, cheerfully. "Today we're looking at science fiction again. Only this time we're looking at films and television."

"Now there's a lot I could say on the subject," he said. "I could talk about how Mister What, by virtue of its long life has informed entire generations of fans. I could talk about what the differing trends towards optimistic versus pessimistic outcomes in British and American sci-fi say about the times and places they were made in. I could talk about how fan support managed to buy Lightning Bug, and its ruggedly handsome Captain, a new lease on life. I could talk about some of the factors that lead to most popular science fiction films and shows not being very sciencey at all.

"But really, when it comes down to it, science fiction media boils down to one important question. Space Battles or Galaxy Quest?" Rick paused to let that sink in. "The correct answer is both."

Rick pointed to a random student. "Same as last week, talk about what you watched, and how you liked it."

Rick held up a sheet of paper. "Remember to take a copy of your reading lists for fantasy. Same deal as for sci-fi, one book by next week, one film by the week after." He paused a moment to think it over. "Actually, considering how long they can get, make it a film by next week, book the week after, and don't ever say I never did anything for you."

[OOC: OCD up.]

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Today the room was a massive grid. Each square was about half a meter on each side and they seemed to stretch on almost forever. "Today, and most days for the rest of the semester, we'll be running during the lecture. So everyone keep up with me and feel free to ask questions if you have the breath to." With that Max set off at a decent pace, not hard enough to really push himself, he needed enough breath to lecture, after all, but hard enough that it wasn't a walk in the park.

"One of the keys to regular infantry combat is cohesion on the field. Since the battle is larger than any single person, it is important for you to have absolute faith that the rest of your team is where they are supposed to be. You must be able to focus on your assigned area and trust your teammates to watch the rest of them."

"Formations are how we do this. A formation describes not only where people stand, but also the areas which they are assigned to cover. A good formation ensures adequate coverage in all directions without becoming too confusing. Formations vary in size. Some are designed for groups of four, some for groups of four hundred. Two of the most common forms of formation are the line and the column. The line is a slow-moving but extremely powerful formation for fighting. It brings the maximum number of fighters to bear on the enemy by having the entire formation in one long side-by-side line, and having everyone side-by-side assures that they can provide cover for each other. The column is basically the opposite: it is poor for combat, but excellent for maneuvering. Each member of the formation stands behind another in one long column. This means that the formation can move through tight spaces and can turn rather quickly, but it also means that only the front few people can fight at once."

"You'll also notice that, for the most part, both of these formations are forward-facing. If someone gets around to the side or behind one of them then they're in trouble. This is why we have even slower formations like the square, sometimes called a block. In the square you have a number of line formations set up back to back so that they can watch out for each other, but you can imagine how hard it is to move efficiently like that."

"We'll be doing an exercise today involving formations. Form a line, each of you side-by-side, in the order you signed in arrived to class in." Max didn't stop running, apparently he expected them to do it on the move. "Come on, I don't have all day."

Once the line was roughly formed, Max continued. "You should stand close enough together that you can touch the shoulders of the people on either side of you. And you need to maintain that spacing no matter what. If I order you to stop, you all need to stop at once. If I order you to turn, you need to figure out how to rotate your entire line."

He smiled a bit sadistically. "Let's see how fast you can manage to learn that, shall we?"

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