Your dad is the man of steel, Steph.

Make sure he follows all the doctor's orders about his diet and Coumadin, Teppy! Check the pill bottle for warnings about grapefruit juice, and make sure he stays away from stuff high in vitamin K!

edit: Mad, wacky stuff, Coumadin.

Wow... My dad is a hypochondriac. He *thought* he was having a heart attack five times. Two still in his twenties.

Tep--my Grandma had 5 heart attacks, the last in her mid-70s. She lived to be 96.

Teppy, I guess stubbornness really is a survival trait!

Huh. Do you visualize the quantities, or the actual written digits?

The digits. Blinvisible chalk board all the way.

BEHOLD the man who survived 5 heart attacks! MARVEL as he rakes leaves this weekend!

OK, laughing here. Your dark humor is a lovely thing, dear.

Make sure he follows all the doctor's orders about his diet and Coumadin, Teppy! Check the pill bottle for warnings about grapefruit juice, and make sure he stays away from stuff high in vitamin K!

edit: Mad, wacky stuff, Coumadin.

It interacts with, like, *everything.* Possibly even air.

Tep--my Grandma had 5 heart attacks, the last in her mid-70s. She lived to be 96.

Right on!

Right on to your Super Dad, tep!

Does anybody watch "Numbers"? I heard a bit about it on NPR and it sounds kinda good but then how come I never heard of it?

We actively teach both these (and various other) strategies to kids in primary school, with a lot of emphasis on the fact that different people will favour different strategies, and that so long as your method is a sound one, it's all cool - that there isn't One True Way of working out a problem. We do a lot of setting them problems and then focusing on HOW they got the answer, rather than what the answer was. it helps both in terms of picking up handy ways of doing things from other kids, and also in terms of identifying where you're getting mixed up, if you've got the wrong answer.

I was in the middle math group all through elementary school because I just couldn't do pencil and paper computation. Well, I could, but not well enough for the teachers. I found a bunch of my school papers from second and third grade a little while ago, and honestly, I'm pretty certain that most of my issues were actually problems with writing (which I'd always had trouble with -- not the composing words part of writing, but the actual physical stuff of holding a pencil and making the right marks on the paper.) A whole lot of the answers I got wrong were because I misread a number I marked down in one step when I got to the next step. (Also, the teachers for the top math group were always the old-fashioned strict sort of teachers, and I did very badly with those -- any hint of criticism and I'd just shut down.)

In third grade, we were given a sheet of all 100 one-by-one digit multiplication problems once a week, and given five minutes to do it. I couldn't. I just couldn't. Tried it every week, sometimes got really close, but never got every answer written and correct. We had to be able to do it at least once by the end of the year. After my zillionth fit of crying and frustration and "I'm stupid! I'll never be able to do it!" my mother decided that enough was enough, she knew that I was good at math, and this was a matter of, as she called it in many many conversations with me, "learning to play the game." She knew I was good at memorizing things. She knew that the problems were in the same order every week. She told me to just memorize the first twenty answers in order (which I did, no problem), write them down in the first twenty seconds, and that would leave me with four minutes and forty seconds to do eighty problems, which I was able to do.

BEHOLD the man who survived 5 heart attacks! MARVEL as he rakes leaves this weekend! (I shit you not; he plans to rake this weekend, and I seriously doubt anything will derail his plans.) He is one goddamn tenacious man of steel, I tell you what.

Yay for Man of Steel!