Back into week in. Temperatures back to almost seasonal modal. Sparse at gym this morning and the weight bouncers were quite restrained. Or late. I am not sure which. The podcast, an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” dealt with the relgionist idea of being “chosen”. I won’t dignify this with much discussion since it is derivative from the question of the degree of interaction of the deity and peripherally with “free will”, but I did find the whole thing to be rather tiringly extro.
Along that azimuth, I note [Link] that James Garner is discorporate. I am saddened. But the opportunity presents for me to discuss actors and acting a bit. In my taxonomy, evolved from personal observations, there are three types of actors: bad; good; and excellent (or great.) Bad actors’ acting is actually painful. But the difference between good and excellent actors is rather extreme. An excellent actor is absorbed by one, perhaps two roles. A truly excellent actor will only have one role and be unemployed (or bad) the rest of his existence. Carrie Fisher is a sterling example. She owned Pricess Leia and never did anything after worthy of attention.
Garner is either excellent or near excellent. His role as Charley the dog-robber was his great role. It carried the film and made the goodness of the other actors believable – most of the time. His role as the principal Maverick in the television series is near-excellent. Certainly the other actors are unmemorable. But the rest of his roles are poor things that are little better than cheap Halloween costumes. And, yes, I know that is at odds with the awards committees but it just illustrates that awards are stercus.
And while we’re on this rejection of delusion and false authority, I note [Link] that work at U Nevada Gambling indicates that students who do not do maths coursework from the get-go in college have a reduced probability of matriculation. My first reaction to this was to consider if this is another datum indicating the natural superiority of geeks and nerds over bogs? (Keeping with the initial theme. B])
But on reflection I recall how most of the people I ended up tutoring in maths were upperclasspeople. They were people who were majoring in “blue serge” stuff like journalism or education or home economics, among others, and had postponed passing college algebra until the end of their attendance. And that trivial course that I placed far beyond was indeed very hard for those people. Even with my tutelage, about half of them failed and left college sans degree. Which seems appropriate, for they were truly acalculate, not even at the maths level of signing an “X” for their name.
That seems harsh, and would be considered socially unjust or racist or some such today, but these were not deprived people. They were not furriners or minorities or such, they were the chosen people of Amerika – Euro-American, Christianist, and at least middle class. And they couldn’t do sophomore high schule maths. So they didn’t deserve to matriculate, at least from a university that said they had to pass college algebra. You also have to be corporate to graduate and this was about as similar a circumstance as conceivable.
But part of their problem was that they waited. And by waiting they became less adaptable, less able to learn. At least I hope that was the situation. They also suffered from a lot of arrogance, some so much that I refused to tutor them. Which got me in hot dihydrogen oxide with the tutoring people because they didn’t like being told the cream of the Greek community were asshats.