Once again

Horrible night. Typical sundae. Poor slumber, disrupted by body aches and pains, this time compounded by too much bunkering. But off this morning, thankfully, to gym. Enthusiastic to a degree that the weight bouncers and the educationalists could not deflate. The podcast was a episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” having to do with modern hippie/sustainment movements. Horribly EXTRO. Very alienating.

And then the weather beaver, the Ichabod one at WAFF, came on and told me this week would be a repeat of last with ice substituted for snow. Which in Greater Metropolitan Arab means no electron potential difference. So I am now in despair.

I ran across this cartoon: [Link]

that made me glad that I am not young. And yes, schule was that way when I attended but torture? Yes, mostly from coaches. I have never encountered a coach that was not a martinet and a bully. Some go beyond this nastiness but the only ones I encountered who did coached college. 

Overall, schule was not bad except that it was a slow motion information desert. If it hadn’t been for my parents and the Carnegie library in Huntsville, I would surely have succumbed to slime moldery by about sixth grade. But that doesn’t address the cartoon directly.

Part of the problem is tradition. All that memorization of factoids has been a staple for centuries. It falls under the necessity of what is called “common knowledge”, which is the knowledge every functioning adult is supposed to have. Sadly, it isn’t, because the people who “teach” in schule don’t know how to teach what needs be taught – hint, not the factoids – and aren’t permitted to teach it anyway because it upsets too many folks, mostly religionists and politicians, which are usually the same thing in a Venn diagram sort of way.

Also, in the modern world of standardized tests and schule/educationalist funding being tied to test scores, only factoids that can be tested using a standardized instrument can be taught.

So yes, schule is a torture but it’s a torture that is as old as civilization. At least. 

Mind over Misery

The weather beaver on last nights evening news proclaimed that the snow is gone. I looked out my aft window this morning and beheld the verification of her prevarication. The snow is still with us. But at least I was able to sally forth yesterday and lay about at clods and villains. And as such I am not as spry this morning as I should like. But I am reminded of all the childhood complaints about seniors smelling of liniments.

Not much to comment from yesterday. There is a medium furor over the role of the Yankee government in managing the internet under Title II but I personally consider a known enemy preferable to an unknown one, or several. Asking whether we trust the yankee government is a relative thing. No we do not but more than we trust almost any ISP corporation. My only concern is what conspiracies they will hatch together.

This puts me in mind of a cartoon: [Link]

that I saw some time ago. This is a perennial theme of leader-follower fables. It isn’t mind reading. Rather, it is pattern recognition. What things does the leader/organization do and how and how can pain/suffering/time wasting be minimized by anticipating? This is one of the characteristics of good workers. The ones who can anticipate what is needed and have it ready expeditiously are good. Those who cannot are to be issue red shirts at the first opportunity.

It isn’t just about graduate schule but it does have a special significance in that setting. When a graduate student begins to know what to do before being told, what a teacher has yet to teach is diminishing. In effect, when this happens regularly it is time to write one’s thesis and prepare for defense. The rite of adulthood is nigh. 

The problem arises when the teacher isn’t good. This happens. Good and bad are situational, as we have discussed previously. But when one has a bad advisor-professor then this level of learning may never occur. And the sad part is that the professor is never at fault. That’s why we don’t trust the leadership and the organization. Because sometimes they are bad and aren’t good.

The other cartoon: [Link]


has to do with another aspect of being human. Our ancestors are still with us. So I wonder where in the parade the flag officers go? Between Neandertals and Cro-Magnons? No, silly. As everyone knows the flag officers don’t march in parade; they are on the reviewing stand.

And on that sorry note I rest.

Flop Folk

President’s day. A bastardized holiday combining the birthday anniversaries of POTUS #1 and #16 so that a philandering religionist can be commemorated? At any rate, the weather is better than foretold by the weather beavers, the gym was blessedly sparse, especially of educationalists and weight bouncers, and the podcast was moderately diverting.

Why is it that educationalists only need exercise on days that schule is in session?

The podcast was an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” dealing with “Race”. After a recent blot I was a bit intrigued. I didn’t expect much science or even nerdery and in that regard I was not disproven. But I was rather disappointed in that the discussion was almost entirely artsy-fartsy and individualistic. No mention at all of the realpolitik of race. Of how it is sustained by the government and other organizations to “maintain order” and by those sub-societies who benefit from the backwash.

But I was intrigued after a while by the individuality. I realized, in media, that all of us are failures, not per se because of race, but because of organization and its methods. Simply put, all humans have to subjugate their desires and wants and, most importantly, their abilities to the maintenance of organization. And we are all the lesser for it. 

I won’t belabor this. It doesn’t need it. It’s one of those things that once identified is self-evident. The sort of thing the founding fathers would have implied and acted on but we lack the will or the courage to do so today. Probably also the opportunity. Humanity is not the dominant species on Tellus. Organization is.

Life in Alabama 5

Back when I worked for the Yankee army, if I had a duty or task and I said I didn’t want to do it, I was asked why. If I said I didn’t know how I either was given training or told to figure it out, which meant I wouldn’t be penalized for failure. If I said I didn’t feel like doing it or offered some other lame excuse, I would be told to clean out my desk and turn in my credentials.

I saw on the electromagnetic audio-visual receiver last evening that some of the Alibam county probate judges don;t want to validate marriage licenses for LGBT marriages. So they;re just going to refuse to do so and send the licenses off to Muntgum for validation.

Sounds like discrimination to me. But also, ethical turpitude.

These judges are claiming that they have a religionist moral objection to validating these licenses.

Does this mean that you don’t have to do licenses for anyone you don’t approve of? No licenses for Jews or Hindus or Buddhists? How about Roman Catholics? Or those unique African-American denominations?

And what about your ethical obligations? You were elected to perform some duties. You accepted the office with an oath to fulfill those duties.

So either fulfill your duties or turn in your credentials. Simple as that.

And to the state dermatologist. When you appoint placeholders, rise above your dislikes and appoint people who will perform the duties of the office.

The Yankee army of occupation could come back. Not that they don;t have their own problems these days with religionist bigotry and oppression.