Studio Teaching in Higher Education, the book Rick has been working on with his buddy Elizabeth Boling of Indiana University has arrived! They worked with colleagues Colin, Kennon and Katy over the past few years.The hardcover and softcover babies are here.
Here’s what Routledge has to say about it: Well-established in some fields and still emerging in others, the studio approach to design education is an increasingly attractive mode of teaching and learning, though its variety of definitions and its high demands can make this pedagogical form somewhat daunting. Studio Teaching in Higher Education provides narrative examples of studio education written by instructors who have engaged in it, both within and outside the instructional design field. These multidisciplinary design cases are enriched by the book’s coverage of the studio concept in design education, heterogeneity of studio, commonalities in practice, and existing and emergent concerns about studio pedagogy. Prefaced by notes on how the design cases were curated and key perspectives from which the reader might view them, Studio Teaching in Higher Education is a supportive, exploratory resource for those considering or actively adapting a studio mode of teaching and learning to their own disciplines.
Thank you to Amanda and Rob Soulodre of Saskatoon HOME magazine for my new uniform. As I work on the fall issue, I will wear it and try to contain the ruthless sense of absolute power!
Up in Whitehorse, I’m having a great week with my parents. Mom and I popped in to say hello to Colette Acheson, ED at the Yukon Association for Community Living. I donated a couple of copies of Flourish: People with Disabilities Living Life with Passion, and learned about how the YACL is helping to create a community where everyone is welcome. Mom got very interested in the Odd Job Squad. Also learned that my co-author Dave Hingsburger (Sexuality: Your Sons and Daughters with Intellectual Disabilities) will be heading north in October to do some workshops. If you’re anywhere nearby, you’ve got to go see him. You will learn heaps!
Yesterday, for my Father’s Day post, I was trying to find this photo of my dad taken by a Life magazine photographer in 1948. Mom sent the copy this morning; I remembered the fourth thing my Dad (and Mom) taught me. There’s no shame in being utterly cheap.
Years later in 1980, Timberline Lodge was used as the exterior shots in one of my brother’s and my favourite horror movies, The Shining. Gotta be some connection.
Photo of Dad and his friend Dave up at Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood in Oregon. The print still quite good considering this was taken in 1948. This photo appeared in Life magazine, February issue of that year. The Life reporter saw your dad shaving over in the lodge washroom one morning and asked, “Why are you shaving in the washroom?” Then Dad took the reporter outside behind the lodge and showed him their pup tent. Dad told the reporter, “This is where we are spending our nights – it’s all we can afford.”
A very happy Father’s Day to my dad. Now nearly 89, he’s had a life full of eclectic experiences. No one can say he’s a typical dad! Still game to ‘debate’ with whomever shows up at the door these days, be it a hapless home security system salesman, a Jehovah’s Witness, or a politician, they are never the same as they limp back down the front steps. He’s been a bush pilot up north and on the Gang Ranch, a fisher, a farmer, a fireworks salesman. He was a United Control electrical engineer whose handiwork was in the early Apollo flights. He’s scampered up electrical poles in northern B.C. and he sat at a desk as a loans officer with Alberta Department of Agriculture, and for the Treasury Branch. For many years, he drove a school bus, and I’m sure he still has the collection of cards and drawings from the kids. Way before I came along, he scampered up the rock faces of the Cascade Mountains (like below). He and Mom had a ‘late honeymoon’ in the early 50s in a small boat up the Athabasca River, alone; she was almost eight months pregnant with my brother. They camped in abandoned trappers’ cabins at best, and in tents, fishing as they went. After that, they homesteaded in a tiny shack outside of Tofino where they dug clams and grew potatoes. If I had to name the best gift my father ever gave me, it would be twofold: a love of reading, and a soft spot for animals, all the way from bugs to bigger things. Okay, maybe three things: if you take on a job, do it well. “Perfection is barely good enough” seemed pretty harsh to a kid, but the distilled message was to do your job well. Get your chores done. Don’t be a slacker. And be a decent human being. Mom and Dad live in Whitehorse now, and I can’t wait to get there. Maybe we’ll do some rock climbing.
Dad, hanging out in the Cascades, in the 1940s.
Thanks to Jeffrey Acevedo of CNN for this story. I love the letter this mom wrote to the doctor who advised abortion when they found out her baby had Down syndrome. We’d like to think medical professionals are more enlightened nowdays, and many are, but there are those who still have the “burden to society” attitude about people with disabilities. “Naturally, you don’t want THIS baby.” Or they may just be in a hurry. Whatever the reason, it’s right to speak up.
Years ago, when Jim was 26, we visited the doctor and she wrote a referral to a specialist for a minor problem. This lovely person had been my husband’s family doctor for years and had looked after my stepchildren, including Jim, since they were little. She even delivered the youngest. She was now close to retirement. After leaving her office, I read the referral note and saw that she had written to the specialist: “A 26-year-old Downs…” and went on with her request. When I got home, I wrote her a note. I reminded her that Jim was not “a Downs” and that I was disappointed in her language. To top it off, Down syndrome didn’t have anything to do with why we needed the referral. She called me and apologized. She had been in a hurry and scribbled down what she thought the other doctor should know, but never intended to dehumanize Jim or describe him only in terms of his disability. And she thanked me for reminding her that language is powerful. Words can have important meanings that might not be what was intended.
Congratulations to Emersyn’s mom for reminding her medical professional that ‘perfect’ comes in many forms.
Another issue of Saskatoon Home magazine on the streets and in the racks this week. I’ve got another cover story, paired up again with my pal photographer Heather Fritz. Thanks to Chris and Jillian Popplewell for letting us come inside and hear the tale and have a look at their fantastic reno and addition. My husband and I watched the project progress from just two doors down and we’re among the happy neighbours to have this home on our block. This issue is loaded with lots of other good stuff, too. Oh, hey, you might see some people you know on page 50! Mmm, pickles. Read your copy on line or pick one up at various locations around our city. All our stories are selected by our Reader Panel; if you’d like to be a panelist (it’s really very easy), just let us know. Enjoy HOME and enjoy summer!