I mean, I would actually argue that “Did the student reach a state of aporia” meets the criteria as both specific and measurable. Putting it in my lesson plans.
What they think they’re doing: Having a ton of fun clambering around on giant rocks.
What I see them doing: Developing competence and independence, learning and testing their physical limits, problem solving to find the best routes up and down, figuring out alternates when their chosen pathway gets too hard, discovering they can in fact get down that slope themselves even if they have to slide down on their bottoms, helping each other and making sure they both make it up and down. And also having a ton of fun clambering around on giant rocks!
Me: Nice, I made great time on this game. Already accusing a murderer and everything. Hopefully I got enough clues to get it right. … Did I get it right? … Is it going to tell me if I got it right? …
*Achievement*: You completed Act I!
Me: Act…I? There’s more than one Act? Oh. OH!!!
So. Pentiment is great and very timely for my medieval obsession. A little point and click, a lot of conversation, a little puzzling, a bit of RPG, a lot of historical detail, and a gorgeous art style. Perfect for me. Note: not for the kids, there are some unsavory plot points.
I recently finished a brief course on fairy tales and one of the recurring motifs was how changing clothes signals a change in identity or perceived identity, and it was fun to see that same idea coming up as fashion historians and costume designers talk about how they approach costuming for crime films (especially villains).
This is either a remarkably critical celebration or a remarkably appreciative critique of P.G. Wodehouse.
P.G. Wodehouse and the Idea of Genius (at Front Porch Republic)
“Readers who love Wodehouse know perfectly well that he’s no moral compass, towering intellect, or incisive commentator on his times. His genius resides in one simple fact: he had a wondrous way with a sentence. He subdued English grammar like a lion tamer, working himself into seemingly fatal complications before extricating himself with a flourish. He could turn a proverb inside out, cap an epic simile with a preposterous slangy coda, extend a metaphor to the breaking point and fold it neatly for another day—all while displaying a matchless ear for prose rhythm. Brief quotations don’t capture the full effect of Wodehouse’s style. One of his greatest set pieces, for example, involves a jealous young man trashing a London nightclub and runs on for several pages. A few shorter samples will at least hint at the Wodehouse experience.
Here is Bertie reminiscing in The Code of the Woosters:
The whole situation recalled irresistibly to my mind something that had happened to me once up at Oxford, when the heart was young. It was during Eights Week, and I was sauntering on the river-bank with a girl named something that has slipped my mind, when there was a sound of barking and a large, hefty dog came galloping up, full of beans and buck and obviously intent on mayhem. And I was just commending my soul to God, and feeling that this was where the old flannel trousers got about thirty bob’s worth of value bitten out of them, when the girl, waiting till she saw the whites of its eyes, with extraordinary presence of mind suddenly opened a colored Japanese umbrella in the animal’s face. Upon which, it did three back somersaults and retired into private life.”