Friday, July 31, 2009

Friday Photography - Ames Florida Stork House

This week, I want to show one of my favorite places to be. This is the Ames Florida Stork House, a historical museum located along the banks of the Crow River in Rockford, Minnesota. I volunteer there about once a week, assisting with activities, giving tours, and helping to sort through the thousands of artifacts housed there.

Built in the 1850s, this house and museum is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It has only been owned by three families, the Ames, the Floridas, and the Storks. The house was purchased by the City of Rockford via an anonymous donation of money in 1986. The same year, the Rockford Area Historical Society was formed to collect, preserve and interpret Rockford's history, in addition to managing the Ames-Florida-Stork House.

This isn't really much of a history blog, though I might touch on it here and there as it relates to language, so you can learn more about this place at the Ames Florida Stork House website. You can also see more pictures I've taken here, including some from inside the museum.

Want to see more photos? My Green Side has a Friday photography theme going, and this week apparently a new park has been discovered! Barker & Hedges does Friday photos too, with this week's contribution a look at the Midtown Greenway bike path in Minneapolis.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Haiku News - July 29 2009

Oh, poor Pinky the
katydid. Shocking color
couldn't keep death away.

A case of real life
mass hysteria right here
in America.

At least the snakes in
the U.S. Capitals were
once elected there.

The old adage still
true, people in houses of
glass should not throw stones.

An example of
language differences in the
U.K. and U.S.
(hint: the headline)

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Dogs, Dementia, Second Languages & Feral Children

While working on a project this week, I found this article from the Associated Press that talks about scientists unraveling how children become bilingual so easily. I bookmarked it for later research. Coming back to it today, I found a second article that talks about how babies can comprehend Canine language and a third article about kids reacting to body language. Now my head is spinning with all sorts of thoughts.

Childrens' brains are hardwired to learn language in the first three years of life. Spoken word, facial expressions, body gestures, even music are all forms of language which can be absorbed by babies' brains. And they don't care if their learning English, French, Spanish, German or German Shepherd, they're primary goal in their tiny life - even if they don't understand it - is to make their needs known. That means figuring how to use any language they can to communicate with whoever is around them. If there are people, they learn words - even multiple languages. If there are animals, they learn noises. In all cases, they learn body language.

Though your brain might not have gone there right away, as previously stated I'm language obsessed so my thoughts went directly to the sad reality of feral children. Feral children have always fascinated me because it seems to be nearly impossible for them to truly learn language. Feral children are kids who were abandoned or kept confined and away from people during that critical age when they're supposed to learn how to speak. Confined kids used some words, but very primitively. Those who were abandoned and then "raised by" monkeys or dogs didn't use words but mimicked the noises and body language of their "wild families."

Once brought back to civilization or rescued from abusive parents, some were able to learn how to communicate with their caretakers. However, to date none have truly learned the nuances of grammar and syntax. These building blocks of language are actually learned when children are tiny and are refined as they grow older. The younger the feral child was when they were removed from their dire situation, the more likely they were to learn some language. The older they were and the longer they spent "in the wild", the harder it has been for them to communicate.

Conversely, children who are well cared for and immersed in different forms of communication, even before they leave their mother's womb, have a greater grasp of language. They learn how to talk and use sentences earlier in life as they repeat the words and sounds they hear around them. It's easier for them to learn how to play music. I have seen happy, loving families with the occasional barking toddler, but that's fine as long as they talk to people, too! ;)

Exposing kids to multiple languages and music can help them become better at learning a wider range of subjects in school. Think about it: Language is the key to all knowledge. How can information be communicated or understood without a solid foundation for language?

Finally, there may even be evidence that a good grasp of language in the early years of life can stave of dementia and Alzheimer's in the later years.

At any rate, all of this points to the same conclusion that most of us have probably heard of before: There is a critical period or "window of opportunity" when children are young whereby they learn the building blocks of language. The more languages to which they are exposed, be it from Mother, music, the family dog or a Spanish tutor, the better they will be able to communicate and navigate their world when they are older. Read to them, play games, expose them to Opera, teach them how to count in French because there is no such thing as "too young to learn."

That doesn't mean us poor adults are left without recourse. It may take us longer, but we can learn new languages, how to play new instruments or other activities. And there is growing evidence that mental exercises like learning new things, taking up new hobbies, solving crossword puzzles, even traveling can help to stave off dementia and Alzheimer's. Can't teach an old dog new tricks? Don't believe it!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Friday Photography - Above the Clouds

I downloaded a bunch of pictures from my camera today. I was disappointed, because only a few turned out. I just need to get a new camera. This is one of the pics that made it and I'm glad! I really like it!

Does anyone remember this level of Super Mario Brothers? :) It's a sunflower I've been growing in a container garden and it finally bloomed. I wasn't sure that it would because of their root system, but I had the seeds and a potted garden is all I can have where I live. Now to see if I get sunflower seeds!

I love using a perfect blue sky with powder-puff clouds like this as a backdrop for pictures. And the bright yellow of the flower gives the illusion of being the sun. The color photo from the Lonely Windmill has a similar bright and cheery look and feel.

Want to see more photos?

Barker & Hedges has a Photo Friday theme! This week's contribution is a look at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis.

My Green Side has a Friday photography theme, too. This week is entitled appropriately enough as "The Move," for the blog has made a move recently. It looks like author Wendy has moved as well, all the way to Fargo! Congrats!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Haiku News - July 23 2009

Why did he torch his
car? I'm sure Cash for Clunkers
would have payed him some.

It took a child to
explain to police just what
"Stop Voldemort" meant.

Some day, I'll write a
great cookbook, too, but it won't
be Polish cuisine.

The Weinermobile
driver likely didn't relish
explaining herself.

Finally, an ad
campaign that focuses on
positive thinking.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Friday Photography - Lonely Windmill

Looking back through my photo posts, I notice that there is a theme. There seem to be a lot of black and white vs. color photography comparisons. Why not continue? I think it's fascinating how just changing from color to black and white can make such a difference when it comes to mood.

I took this pic of a lonely windmill. With the color and the solitude (just the sun, clouds, and a scraggly bush are its companions), the windmill stands tall and almost proud. But ultimately alone. That's okay, though, the clouds will pass and the sun will peak through to cast warmth on its cold metal frame again soon enough.


Now look at this slightly different but similar photo that has been converted to black and white. The clouds and sun are still there. A friendly pine tree and the scraggly bush are there too. But the clouds almost look like a storm is brewing. With the clouds that appear on the bottom, it looks like its standing taller and lonelier. The near exact same scenes look so different with just a conversion to black and white.

To see more black and white photography, please see my Flickr site. Admittedly, there aren't many photos there, but I'm working on that!

Want to see more photos? My Green Side has a Friday photography theme going. Barker & Hedges does too, with this week's contribution a look at the Stone Arch Cinema and its green roof. The theme of wind power, green roofs, and the general greenness of My Green Side is a happy coincidence!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Haiku News - July 16 2009

The wedding bouquet
toss should not cause disaster
until much later.

Texting while driving?
Even texting while walking
is a teen health risk.

Pretender hotel
staff allow guests a guilt-free
Rock Star room trashing.

One would think that with
all of his money, he could
have bought the damn thing.

At last, Pet Airways!
Because pets are alive, not
cargo or baggage.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Cursing to Ease the Pain

As stated in the heading, this blog has an emphasis on language. And it really doesn't specify much beyond that. It could be any language: English, French, German... It could be the language of poetry, the law, or money. Language encompasses many things.

This time I'll talk about blue language, purple prose, sailor talk - otherwise known as curses, profanity, or swearing. And because I am a fan of cuss words, this probably won't be the last time I touch on them in this blog.

We all know what the seven dirty words are (even so, read the link for a brief look at George Carlin, profanity, and the FCC). But why do we say them? And why is it sometimes so hard to stop ourselves from saying them? This article and study analysis published by Scientific American has some of the answer to this question: Psychologists have found that swearing may serve an important function in relieving pain.

According to the article, the study measured how long college students could keep their hands immersed in cold water. During the exercise, they could repeat an expletive of their choice or a neutral word. The abstract of the study says "Swearing increased pain tolerance, increased heart rate and decreased perceived pain compared with not swearing." When swearing, the 67 student volunteers reported less pain and they were able to endure the cold on average about 40 seconds longer.
Although cursing is notoriously decried in the public debate, researchers are now beginning to question the idea that the phenomenon is all bad. "Swearing is such a common response to pain that there has to be an underlying reason why we do it," says psychologist Richard Stephens of Keele University in England, who led the study. And indeed, the findings point to one possible benefit: "I would advise people, if they hurt themselves, to swear," he adds.
An excellent quote from the Scientific American article. But my favorite is from Psychologist Steven Pinker of Harvard University, who compares the pain/swearing situation to what happens in the brain of a cat that somebody accidentally sat on:
"I suspect that swearing taps into a defensive reflex in which an animal that is suddenly injured or confined erupts in a furious struggle, accompanied by an angry vocalization, to startle and intimidate an attacker," he says.
Earlier studies have shown that unlike normal language, which relies on the outer few millimeters in the left hemisphere of the brain, expletives reside in and activate ancient evolutionarily structures buried deep inside the right half. Basically, there are indications that swearing could be one of the oldest forms of language. Ancient man in the Stone Age was likely screaming expletives when he stubbed his toe thousands of years ago.

Timothy Jay, a psychologist at the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts who has studied our use of profanities for the past 35 years, says cursing is more than just aggression:
"It allows us to vent or express anger, joy, surprise, happiness," he remarks. "It's like the horn on your car, you can do a lot of things with that, it's built into you."
A horn on our car? Alright.

But even as this study seems to encourage some four-letter words when the need arises, the article does caution against over-use. Like many words, they start to lose their potency when they are repeated too often. Swear too much, and they lose their emotional impact along with their pain-relieving properties.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Friday Photography - Gilded Glade


I saw this golden open space and had to pull over to snap a photo or four. I don't care if they're weeds, though I'm pretty sure they are. When there are so many of them in a meadow like this, they're pretty. Also, I see little clusters of this flower growing in boulevards and hanging ever-so-slightly over curbs. I think that's pretty, too. If I were a homeowner, I'm sure my neighbors would hate me because I think some weeds are attractive. But that's okay. One person's weed is someone else's delicate flower.

Does anyone happen to know what kind of flowers these are? There are more photos similar to this in my Outdoors Flickr set with some closer flowers more in focus.

There is also more Friday Photography for your viewing pleasure. Barker & Hedges' Photo for Friday is North Star Woolen Mill.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Haiku News - July 9 2009

The Bay State is so
progressive in some ways and
so not in others.

Dromedary Josh
defied logic so he could
climb Mount Washington.

"It is important
to not underestimate
our Turtle Power."

One hundred new words
have been added to Websters' -
some undeserving.

Unlike Websters', the
Urban Dictionary is
not definitive.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Summer on the Prairie

Summer on the Prairie

Seas of cornfields roll
Hills like green waves scroll
Island groves of trees
Sparse farm oases
Azure lakes glimmer
Spiral streams shimmer
Wind sweeping the plains
Warmth and sunshine reigns
Air smelling of loam
Dirt roads that lead home

Sunday, July 5, 2009

A New Regional Park, One Portion at a Time

I had the opportunity to write another feature article for the Wright County Drummer! I was particularly excited about this one, because I got to cover something very important to me: a local park. A new regional park, even. So new, it doesn't totally exist yet. I'm talking about the proposed Bertram Chain of Lakes Regional Park that is being developed outside of Monticello, Minnesota.

Wright County of Minnesota and the City of Monticello are in the process of purchasing 1,200 acres of land from the Monticello YMCA. In 2008, the two entities were able to purchase 319 acres. With some of the park in place for the first time since it was first discussed in 2005, it was time to throw a party to build some enthusiasm for it. The result was the Bertram Chain of Lakes Regional Park Family Fun Day, held on June 13th, 2009.

Here you can read about the proposed Bertram Chain of Lakes Regional Park, the Family Fun Day event, and what's happened so far in the story of bringing this recreational goldmine to public use. If you want to see some interesting photos that didn't make the final cut, including a questionable Boy Scout rope tying demonstration, check out the Bertram chain of Lakes photo set on my Flickr page.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Friday Photography - Driftwood Sculpture

I took a bunch of photos of the sunset while visiting Lake Harriet in April. Funny that one of my favorite pictures from the day was one I wanted specifically to turn black & white, a far cry from the orange and yellow sky meeting the blue water and green trees.



See what I mean? It almost looks like it was made with a computer program instead of being an actual photo. I love the texture of the lake, and how it changes color. Tthe white weeds at the bottom left contrasting against dark water, and black tree branches in the upper right stand out from almost white water. But the color photo looks pretty cool, too!

Doesn't quite look like the same scene when you zoom out and add the color! I love playing with the camera, but the fun just keeps going when it comes to cropping and editing. I think I'll have to start playing with more color manipulation in Photoshop to see what kind of fun stuff I can learn.

Visit my Flickr page to see more pictures of Lake Harriet at Sunset. Want to see more photos? My Green Side has a Friday photography theme going. Barker & Hedges does too, with this week's contribution a pictorial tour of the Walker Art Center Minneapolis Sculpture Garden.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Haiku News - July 2 2009

Though afraid of heights,
I might be convinced to peer
over the Sears "Ledge."

Hello! Of course the
stimulus hasn't worked yet:
State budgets aren't passed.

So glad that Ahhhhhrnold
is not my governator.
A pox on his house.

What is it with our
Governors thinking that they
are above the law?

The Connecticut
Big Foot was released to his
parents' custody.