Coincidence that Kelly's demo today coincides with the Newsweek delivered this afternoon that sports an article about Global Literacy and Hirsch's book Cultural Literacy from 1987.
Newsweek is starting a special report on Global Literacy and invites readers to "start the conversation" regarding what is and is not important, and if using this method of listing is valuable or limiting in terms of content...which is exactly where some of the dialogue generated from Kelly's demo led to today.
What's Your Global IQ Quiz (warning...130 questions!--compared to only 17 in the hard copy article.)
Read "What You Need to Know Now" Newsweek article.
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Hey check out this song as a possible springboard into cultural literacy...
Artist: Mark Wills
Song: 19 Somethin'
Lyrics :
Oh yeah.
I saw Star Wars at least eight times,
Had the Packman pattern memorised.
And I've seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong, yeah.
Oh, I was Roger Staubach in my backyard,
Had a shoebox full of baseball cards,
And a couple of Evil Knievil scars on my right arm.
Well, I was a kid when Elvis died.
An' my momma cried:
Well, it was nineteen-seventy-something,
In the world that I grew up in.
Farah Fawcett hair-do days,
Bell bottoms and eight-track tapes.
Lookin' back now I can see me.
Oh man, did I look cheesy.
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin':
Oh, it was nineteen-seventy-something.
It was the dawning of a new decade,
We got our first microwave,
Dad broke down and finally shaved them old sideburns off.
I took the stickers off a-my Rubik's cube.
Watched MTV all afternoon.
My first love was Daisy Duke in them cut-off jeans.
Space shuttle fell out of the sky.
And the whole world cried.
Well, it was nineteen-eighty-something,
In the world that I grew up in.
Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams.
Big hair and parachute pants.
An' lookin' back now I can see me.
Oh man, did I look cheesy.
I wouldn't trade those days for nothin':
Oh, it was nineteen-eighty-something.
Now I got a mortgage and an SUV,
But all this responsibility,
Makes me wish sometimes:
It was nineteen-eighty-something,
In the world that I grew up in.
Skatin' rinks and black Trans-Ams.
Big hair and parachute pants.
An' lookin' back now I can see me.
Oh man, did I look cheesy.
I wouldn't trade those days for nothin':
Oh, it was nineteen-eighty-something.
Nineteen-seventy-something.
Oh, it was nineteen something.
My score: 46%, making my Global Intelligence: 50, which is, according to Newsweek, better than it sounds.
Thomas...you have much more stamina than I...but maybe on vacation in a couple of weeks I'm going to try it and see what my score is. :) I'm sure I won't even be near your score!
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