Quoting Robert Paul <rpaul@xxxxxxxx>: snip > > As for running the kilted mile, it turns out that I sent in my entry > form after the deadline. Maybe next year. > > http://www.phga.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?page=2007games > > Robert Paul > Fortunately, Erin and I were able to squeeze in our entry form for mixed doubles table-tennis just under the wire. (Ever wonder what "mixed" could possibly mean in this day and age?) Turning now to a slightly different matter. About a week ago, maybe two - I've lost my bearings thanks to 130 students in in 3 sections of 2 courses in the Summer 6-week semester - RP sent me a personal message, actually intended for the list, in which he adminishes me for thoughtlessly asking after the correct spelling of "synchronycitous." It was, no doubt, a sound and memorable understanding of the problems Plato had bequeathed to us that motivated his missive. For present purposes, I will not delve into those intricacies. What I must say, however, is that I do not own a Nimbus 500 computer equipped with the latest in spell-checking capability. THus, I am left to rely on my own understandings of things. And on that basis, the only way I have of learning the correct spelling of "synchronycitous" is to ask "What is the correct spelling of "synchronycitous"? Even though, from the perspective of the serenity and omniscience of the realm of Platonic forms, it is impossible to ask such a question. (Commentary on whether and why this is indeed the case is welcome.) What is the moral of the story you ask, after having pondered its intricacies over a few drams of the 12 yr. old Cragganmore (which is a single malt whiskey, btw, of considerable popularity in N. America, though clearly not in all quarters of the continent ... ahem)? I think it's this: One can learn only by asking the questions that one finds oneself with. Whether the questions are logical, possible, conceptually in order or not, woefully confused, is a matter of secondary importance to the educator. We must begin with where the student is at. The trick, of course, is not to also end up there at the end of the day. RP know all is, of course, as he was and is an educator. But perhaps he disagrees with me on one or more minor points? Returning to a wonderously sun-splashed deck just north of downtown St. John's, NL, Walter O. "I will survive" (isn't there a song like that?) ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html