tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27618566438800575712024-02-07T22:04:41.868-07:00Tyler Lewis' PortfolioCollection of my work and thoughts.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-13170406382609618292012-04-11T20:46:00.002-06:002012-04-11T20:46:44.381-06:00Need Drama?<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/316AzLYfAzw" width="560"></iframe>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-52757453201842051212011-08-16T11:00:00.000-06:002011-08-16T11:00:01.681-06:00Cool Motion Graphics<iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24263213?portrait=0" width="400"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/24263213">BBC KNOWLEDGE 60</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/maurorader">iamrader</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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And the information is pretty neat, too. Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-79390292767106493122011-08-15T09:00:00.000-06:002011-08-15T09:00:01.170-06:00Very cool.<iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27246366?color=ffffff" width="400"></iframe><br />
<a href="http://vimeo.com/27246366">MOVE</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki">Rick Mereki</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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Check out the other two on his Vimeo channel. They're called "Learn" and "Eat."Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-68743631405566060512011-08-14T22:49:00.000-06:002011-08-14T22:49:38.345-06:00Inspiring<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jU4oA3kkAWU" width="560"></iframe>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-69708967042639412172011-02-01T12:45:00.003-07:002011-02-01T12:47:16.636-07:00Awesome<div align="center"><div style="text-align: left;">Click on the squares to create music.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=5,0,0,0" height="600" width="600"><param value="http://www.sembeo.com/media/Matrix2.swf" name="movie"><param value="high" name="quality"><embed width="600" height="600" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" src="http://www.sembeo.com/media/Matrix2.swf"></object></div><div style="text-align: left;">Source: <a href="http://www.sembeo.com/sound-matrix/">Sembeo</a></div></div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-42607211132611891822010-07-15T16:53:00.002-06:002010-07-15T16:53:33.528-06:00old spice parody<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ArIj236UHs&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ArIj236UHs&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-39486521297783657462010-06-02T08:23:00.000-06:002010-06-02T08:23:08.285-06:00soothing<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5DtNgs0vIk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5DtNgs0vIk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-51640663594935544722010-05-06T16:27:00.000-06:002010-05-06T16:27:14.073-06:00pencil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj650SW6upcRx3mU1bzJCCntdIgy5z7Q-y2dhZuPjfoNkLnhaetX-uBb2Vov76v3DA7vDVB9c0aGtL6Bi6YGKGLO5DwUh0_yv3PT471Pa09AvCGK0a5TbLAb6d5SFkqYdhQpjS3OBHZ0Iei/s1600/pencil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj650SW6upcRx3mU1bzJCCntdIgy5z7Q-y2dhZuPjfoNkLnhaetX-uBb2Vov76v3DA7vDVB9c0aGtL6Bi6YGKGLO5DwUh0_yv3PT471Pa09AvCGK0a5TbLAb6d5SFkqYdhQpjS3OBHZ0Iei/s200/pencil.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I just wrote myself a note to pick some things up on my way home from work (the essentials: honey, chicken, and Rocky Road Ice Cream). I used a pencil and remembered I enjoy writing with pencils the mostest. It has to be a regular pencil and slightly dull. It's easy to write with and makes a pleasant noise. I also think that my handwriting looks the bestest when I use a pencil that is in that perfect state of dullness. My only complaint is that it doesn't stay properly dull. It fills my life with grief!Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-89955912516888293392010-05-05T16:18:00.001-06:002010-05-05T16:23:10.478-06:00updated portfolio<a href="http://tl-portfolio.blogspot.com/">Check it out.</a> Sometimes I get a really cool project to do at work instead of making graphics for elementary algebra, geometry, data, and measurement tests (I've learned just how tricky and picky test makers are!).<br />
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I made a series of wallpapers to be used on the computers in the lab. I think my job is pretty swell because my work is used and displayed. I guess it wouldn't be worth their money to have me design stuff but never use it...<br />
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"It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Ok, it was not during the French Revolution that Charles Dickens writes about, but that seems to be a highly catchy (if overused) way to begin something. In any case, I have your attention. Please continue to read.<br />
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At the beginning of 2008 I was starting to correspond with a lovely girl. We had first become acquainted with each other on Facebook (as most relationships should begin). Together, we planned a road trip to a wedding in Arizona. I'm fairly certain the details of the trip have been shared to all of you who read this so I won't repeat it. After the road trip, I found her blog on the www. She said nice things about the trip and alluded to someone that I suspected to be me. I was intrigued with her blog because it dealt with happy thoughts in her life. I read all the posts. Our Facebook converstations and face-to-face conversations (yes, we had progressed to a face-to-face relationship at this point) were often focused on her blog and blogging. She suggested I should start my own blog to share my thoughts, gushy feelings, humorous anecdotes, and whatnot.<br />
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So I did.<br />
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I named my blog, "Go For It." The reasons:<br />
1. I wanted to do what the girl suggested. Perhaps to impressive, but I don't remember.<br />
2. I was unsure if I should date this cute girl because she lived forever away (so it seemed when driving home late at night).<br />
3. I was also unsure if I should date her because she was a little older than me. Nothing scarier than older women, right?<br />
4. As I was setting up my blog, I realized I shouldn't let anything stop me. "I should go for her," I thought. That would sound weird for a blog title. So, I changed "her" to "it" and dropped the first two words.<br />
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Yup. I talked myself into dating Lisa when I was setting up my blog. I may night post very often. But I'm very glad I went for it and started dating Lisa. I've never had more fun. I've never been on as many adventures. I've never been as secure of myself. And I've never been happier since I decided to "Go For It."<br />
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Happy birthday, Lisa! I'm going to keep going for you because you're my Schatje.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lPozo6BUAVkvADHlxh0ozzPDFkOdQrS8wwl8gcdIV7PmcW6zxY84wSAWMcKqBx74OnF9F3lA6tZfT5IHE4H2_wZStgElrbM6El7By4_O-leBM3DVwx4I6CSCabdoOz1tAwOgGE2sFbxA/s1600/lisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lPozo6BUAVkvADHlxh0ozzPDFkOdQrS8wwl8gcdIV7PmcW6zxY84wSAWMcKqBx74OnF9F3lA6tZfT5IHE4H2_wZStgElrbM6El7By4_O-leBM3DVwx4I6CSCabdoOz1tAwOgGE2sFbxA/s320/lisa.jpg" /></a></div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-28287581044419929282010-03-23T16:20:00.000-06:002010-03-23T16:20:29.392-06:00sucked in<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.simmons.com/products/brands/comforpedic/images/foamHand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="http://www.simmons.com/products/brands/comforpedic/images/foamHand.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
Lisa and I spent a little of our tax return on improving our bedding situation. The less visible upgrade is perhaps the most appreciated, in my opinion. We bought a memory foam pad for our mattress. Oh my goodness. For two mornings I could not escape the bed when my alarm went off. I fell back asleep as soon as I turned my alarm off. Yes, that may be a slight exaggeration, but my arm did not make it back onto the bed. Nope, it was left hanging off the side of the bed because I fell into another deep slumber as I tried to return my arm to the comfort of the bed. We've experienced some of the deepest sleep of our lives since we purchased that pad and enjoy sinking into oblivion every night.<br />
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Thought you might want to know.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-88230423002589135252010-02-19T17:05:00.002-07:002010-02-19T17:05:38.400-07:00stop motion<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKWdSCt4jGE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKWdSCt4jGE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-58096646664993817402010-01-06T08:39:00.005-07:002010-01-06T11:14:27.476-07:00burj<div><br /></div><div><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRxxv6AZ_xg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRxxv6AZ_xg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>The world's tallest building opened on Monday. This video is impressive, if a bit long. Start watching it at 9 minutes, unless you want to watch a light show, water show, and listen to some Middle Eastern music. Wow! I would have loved to see that firework show in person.<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://abduzeedo.com/burj-dubai-today-tallest-building-world">This site</a> also has some cool pictures of the tower and its construction.</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-54093745786812173792009-12-23T10:39:00.002-07:002009-12-23T10:49:56.072-07:00catch upI'm done student teaching. I finished about a week early when my wife's water broke (by the way, I found it awesome that I could push on Lisa's belly and make her wet her pants while the amniotic fluid drained out). Ending so abruptly didn't give me a chance to say goodbye to those midgets, and I'm sad about that. I miss them, actually.<div><br /></div><div>Time for a list:</div><div>1. If necessary, I could teach those midgets for a career.</div><div>2. They are more willing to trust what you say, which leads to some exciting anticipatory sets. High schoolers rarely trust what you say at first and don't get into it easily.</div><div>3. I severely disappointed the female midgets by naming my son Simon instead of Jacob, some bare-chested werewolf.</div><div>4. My CO2 car wasted all of the 8th graders' cars. I mean, .67 seconds compared to 1.22 seconds? No contest.</div><div>5. Students get beaten down all day long from many teachers (see number 4). They are just seeking approval and recognition for what they are doing. Give them that, and they change completely.</div><div>6. Teaching is really exciting and rewarding. I made a good career choice - sorry Pixar, I'm not heading your way.</div><div>7. It's finally snowing!</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-3741323878554746962009-12-15T11:49:00.002-07:002009-12-23T11:07:42.431-07:00simon j.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDtCB_YKTN1-eRF4FrO7TaW_rGnHwQUuzpLTgABhtyUTgNf5NZtalTWmHrIrt8CMvgFuqWk6Tn0CmOJzXdJ7Y_3sm8pPQA8qr_koLpDjrZy9Pjy8F9pod3aGkYdXXRGCbqpzzIAcJ8mVy/s1600-h/IMG_5370.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDtCB_YKTN1-eRF4FrO7TaW_rGnHwQUuzpLTgABhtyUTgNf5NZtalTWmHrIrt8CMvgFuqWk6Tn0CmOJzXdJ7Y_3sm8pPQA8qr_koLpDjrZy9Pjy8F9pod3aGkYdXXRGCbqpzzIAcJ8mVy/s320/IMG_5370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418494711603879474" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I like this guy. He's tiny and functions perfectly. I also like cuddling him and watching him smile. Soon he'll be able to do that consciously. I think we've bonded well. He's comfortable enough with me to poop into my hand as I was changing a wet diaper. Twice. I just think of it as a gift he's giving me. He doesn't have much else to give in the tangible sense, so he gives whatever way he can.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of season, Christmas does not seem that exciting anymore. My Christmas came two weeks ago in a hospital. Opening presents seems inconsequential compared to wiping my son's poop off of my hand. However, I do feel very blessed this season because of a wonderful wife that loves me and our son. She's a champion in everything she's doing. A super champ, I dare say. I love her and him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Merry Christmas!</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-24212951616880113872009-12-09T09:01:00.000-07:002009-12-23T11:05:36.268-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORmlm7gJs09tpgt9EVVVF2TzAgrq6yoHP3NJdgow9pZjkL6OU0uPNI0eI-POt_2EXoCekK-vtKF1MWQuAs-iLWsto7B1yQ_3JTzZm962VvziLXV5qheOK9KuQesCBeJufWICCHEXoqtZK/s1600-h/Announcement.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORmlm7gJs09tpgt9EVVVF2TzAgrq6yoHP3NJdgow9pZjkL6OU0uPNI0eI-POt_2EXoCekK-vtKF1MWQuAs-iLWsto7B1yQ_3JTzZm962VvziLXV5qheOK9KuQesCBeJufWICCHEXoqtZK/s320/Announcement.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418494287010120066" /></a>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-59721624183605987922009-10-30T16:35:00.006-06:002009-10-30T16:50:08.998-06:00pontification #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.directeffectcharities.org/db5/00488/directeffectcharities.org/_uimages/backpack1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.directeffectcharities.org/db5/00488/directeffectcharities.org/_uimages/backpack1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Middle schoolers' (midgets as some might say) backpack sizes are disproportionate to their size.<br />The smaller the midget, the larger the backpack or amount of contents within.<div>The larger the midget, the smaller the backpack or amount of contents within.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have yet to see any midget provide sufficient evidence to refute my claim. Maybe the larger midgets can quickly transverse the school to their lockers and thus have enough time to use them. Or the smaller midgets try to make up for their diminutive size by showing their great strength.<br /><br />I need to conduct more research to back up my claim.</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-3517874035767828452009-10-28T19:23:00.000-06:002009-10-28T19:23:00.080-06:00go panthers!Thoughts since starting at the middle school include:<div>1. 45 minutes is not enough time to teach and give each individual student the attention they need and deserve.</div><div>2. Aren't middle schoolers smarter than to pass a note right in front of me?</div><div>3. These kids are midgets.</div><div>4. Hearing the concert band amuses me.</div><div>5. Dress code really improves the actions of midgets.</div><div>6. The 7th grade little people are still innocent.</div><div>7. What happens to students after 7th grade?</div><div>8. The last names of "Mohawk" and "Minutes" exist.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all for now.</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-91962116632558806002009-10-27T21:22:00.001-06:002009-10-28T18:07:41.255-06:00ehhs<div>I finished teaching at East Hollywood High School. It was a great experience. I learned to respect kids for who they are, and they will in turn respect you. Those kids were awesome and work harder than a lot of people think they do.</div><div><br /></div><div>On my last day there I had them fill out a little paper where they wrote things they liked and didn't like about the class that I taught. Here are a few responses...</div><div><br /></div><div>Like:</div><div>1. "You don't yell."</div><div>2. "I like you very motivating cuz u so cute."</div><div>3. "I enjoyed how you were really motivated to get us to work, even though we didn't."</div><div><br /></div>Didn't Like:<div>1. "Gave Taylor a swear slip."</div><div>2. "I didn't like that this is your last day."</div><div>3. "I dislike nothing."</div><div>4. "You're a good teacher."</div><div><br /></div><div>Other:</div><div>1. "I'm sort of neutral and don't know what to say."</div><div>2. "Hit the middle school kids, cuz they sucks."</div><div><br /></div><div>Next week I start at a middle school in Provo. No more commuting!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(If you haven't kept up with things, we used to live in Murray for a year, and I rode the bus down to BYU. After moving back to Provo I have had to travel back up to Salt Lake to teach. I'm excited to get a little more sleep!)</span></div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-46251948280151689552009-09-22T15:26:00.004-06:002009-09-22T15:36:17.776-06:00game time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://charuzu.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/glass_of_water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://charuzu.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/glass_of_water.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Quite often one might find a glass of water left on the table or next to the sink from Lisa. Often she's letting it become a littler warmer because it's too cold from the fridge or waiting until she has more room in her belly to drink it. She's doing really well on her New Year's resolution to drink more water, especially since she's been pregnant. I made a resolution a little late- to drink Lisa's water. Whenever I pass one of her water cups I'll either drink most of it or drink all of it. Why not? Free water, I say. Saves me a few seconds of getting a glass down and filling it up or from getting my hand wet as I drink from the faucet. It's a fun game and garners some great reactions from her.<br /><br />Oh, and did you know I love cold water from the fridge?Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-17695425694232448252009-09-20T11:41:00.002-06:002009-09-20T12:02:32.188-06:00sad goodbyesLast night Lisa and I watched some of the special features from the extended version of Return of the King. The part that really caught my attention and emotions was when they were talking about wrapping up the filming and saying goodbye to everyone. They had been shooting for over 14 months. I'm sure they were sad that they were done filming the movie, but they seemed almost shell-shocked that they would be leaving the people that they had built strong relationships with over those months.<div><br /></div><div>I relate to that. I think most of us can. For me it brought back the feelings of leaving the mission field. 2 years of working hard on a single purpose with many other people, missionaries or members, and then saying goodbye seemed surreal. It didn't seem like it should be happening. I was finally understanding what I was doing, how to speak with the Dutch and Flemish, and was at the peak of my game. Yet, they still sent me home.</div><div><br /></div><div>Walking down the terminal to the airplane I kept trying to think what it would be like at home, and I couldn't figure it out. It didn't seem like there would be anything. It seemed empty. I'm sure that's what ol' Frodo, Sam, Aragon, and the others were thinking. That's why I sat there almost crying with them last night. 3 and a half years haven't buried those feelings as well as I thought they had. I still miss my European friends and companions. Dominic Monaghan said to the cast and crew of Lord of the Rings, "All of you have made me want to be a better person. That's the greatest compliment I can give." I echo those words.</div>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-62112187643443107672009-09-17T12:48:00.004-06:002009-09-18T08:26:25.931-06:00student teacherThe funny thing is how I didn't like student teachers in high school because they weren't my real teacher. I had built such an intimate close relationship in the first week or two, then BAM! They come in and take control of the class trying to teach. I didn't sign up to be in THEIR class. How dare they? Actually, I can only remember one student teacher I had for a history class and of him only his red-headedness comes to mind. The others I've blocked very successfully from my memory.<br /><br />And here I am. A student teacher. Currently, I'm at East Hollywood High School in West Valley. It's a charter school that's mainly a tv/video production school. That's awesome because my teaching emphasis is in multimedia (video editing, graphic design, 3D stuff). I'm teaching a video editing class and a stop motion animation class. Awesome, huh?<br /><br />It almost makes me rethink my life when I remember how I used to view student teachers and realize that NOW I'm one of them. I came in and took over some classes, changing the rhythm that the students got accustomed to in the first weeks they had with the original teacher (who is an awesome teacher/mentor, by the way). However, I'm not going to rethink my life. Student teaching is only for one semester. JUST one semester with no time to work (thanks for supporting the family, Lisa!). JUST one semester of taking over classes and destroying students expectations for the class (good or bad).<br /><br />So far it's easier and less stressful than an actual semester of classes on campus. It is much more entertaining. For example:<br />1. A few students daily wearing cloaks, capes, or robes from various medieval/fantasy influences.<br />2. A student wearing a white mask covering his entire head.<br />3. A student trying to glare me down in the hallway with her vampire eye contacts and fangs in place.<br />4. A friendly transvestite.<br />5. The student names Forrest, Raven, Kiel, and Ramse.<br />6. Club Friday when I can watch the LARPing club (live action role-playing, search the ol' www for examples) in action.<br />7. A faculty of about 15 teachers that create the atmosphere similar to that from the movie The School of Rock.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-7823981571789936642009-08-31T15:43:00.002-06:002009-08-31T15:45:56.852-06:00hummingbird updateLast night in a 20 minute period a hummingbird repeatedly ran into our living room window about 6 times. Perhaps it was trying to get revenge for losing its soft tail feathers. Or it was trying to commit suicide but the glass was too bouncy.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-51811553465051817362009-08-25T12:56:00.004-06:002009-08-25T14:25:30.050-06:00the soft feathers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gregscott.com/rwscott/rwscott.hummingbird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 193px;" src="http://www.gregscott.com/rwscott/rwscott.hummingbird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My sister gave Lisa a fabulous hummingbird feeder, and Lisa has faithfully been feeding them birds for over a month now. She even lovingly chastises them from the window as they are bullying each other away from the feeder.<br /><br />A few weeks ago we went out to put in some fresh sugar water for them when we noticed something that made us wince. There was a small clump of soft, down feathers stuck to the lip of the feeder. The poor bird got stuck to the seat from some sticky sugar water and had to pull its own feathers off of its little rump to escape the sugary trap! Can you imagine the little hummingbird flapping its tiny wings so fast trying to escape? Or perhaps it was a normal take off but a sudden stinging in the rumpus area might have caused the little bird to black out in mid-flight as the shock set in.<br /><br />Poor bird.Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2761856643880057571.post-66065713155699330872009-07-22T11:35:00.004-06:002009-07-22T12:18:40.105-06:00worst surpriseI groggily clambered into the shower and fumbled with the hot water knob to turn it on today. When I heard the sudden hiss as water was forced out of the shower head and doused me with cold water left over from yesterday's shower it made my heart skip a beat, and I almost screamed. I was waiting with my eyes closed for the water to make the normal gurgling noise coming out of the tap. Cold water unexpected is rude.<div><br /></div><div>I wish I could say this was the first time.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCduV1s0i8TUP-3Nssdmv8cq_yPt58OWlSHhNK2MKwV4bKP63WGNLtIFkibS_l6MtpZmw1l9BigIQrqqSc8VzKdUnwi1giL-XqyRsW0FTOm-kMXFwh-vV_olOy1ktRMoLviD_dvAgH6fBn/s1600-h/Shower3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCduV1s0i8TUP-3Nssdmv8cq_yPt58OWlSHhNK2MKwV4bKP63WGNLtIFkibS_l6MtpZmw1l9BigIQrqqSc8VzKdUnwi1giL-XqyRsW0FTOm-kMXFwh-vV_olOy1ktRMoLviD_dvAgH6fBn/s400/Shower3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361350567517514962" border="0" /></a>Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14130246663700936683noreply@blogger.com4