I went to the Arts High School (Perpich Center for Arts Education) many years ago. Well, this past summer was my 21st annual reunion, and I haven’t seriously drawn or painted or sculpted/shaped clay since. But I remember the experience with a wistful longing like some remember past romances, with a mix of regret and heartache. Continue reading
In a previous post, I told the hard story of what happened to reduce and even my ability to post. But, don’t worry, I’m not re-hashing it here. I’ll just say that things are slowly getting better. And, while slowly getting better, I have to start making longer-term plans than just, “fill the fridge” or “clean the bathroom.”
It’s become this slow balance between looking backward and looking ahead, all the while paying attention to right here, right now. It’s about finding out how to be an adult while not losing the wonder that childhood is, that adventure that being a teenager is.
To see how much things are getting better, I planned a vacation to Florida. Mostly to get away from things, but also just for the challenge. I did the comparison shopping for flights, purchased the tickets, worked out the plans and logistics, and I went. I had help from a good friend with the cat-watching, but otherwise I did it. Every other trip I’ve ever taken has been arranged by someone else, and the fact that I planned it, I went on it, and now I’m back makes me feel a bit more adult. Continue reading
Every so often I come across someone who wants to pontificate endlessly on a topic that I just asked for a one-word answer to. Not as frequently, but often enough, I ask for detailed information regarding an error message or technological failure and I receive three or four words back. And it reminds me of a Red Green clip I saw years ago, where Harold describes the three versions of every story.
Please click the link and give it a view. I can wait.
I think this concept needs to be taught to all people in all levels of school as a valid socialization concern/communication requirement.
Think of the three versions of every story in this way:
- Twitter (140 characters or less.)
- Email (A screenful, maybe two.)
- Wikipedia article (Run away with your words.)
Or for those of us old enough to know that “stationery” wasn’t a misspelling to describe an unmoving object:
Not everyone wants a PhD dissertation as an answer to “How are you?” By the same token, it’s extremely frustrating to get one-word answers for, “How did the new interface work for the website?”
The three versions won’t replace thoughtfulness in conversation, but maybe they can prompt us at times.
‘Cause some people….
When I purchased this domain and arranged my first webhost, the Internet was a place of fun and play, a hobby for people as they stretched their minds. From rather simple online games, to gathering and correlating self-published articles, to strange crackpots’ conspiracy theories, the Internet was a strange and wonderful place, akin to wandering into a back-alley coffee shop on or near any university.
Now, it’s become a marketplace. Everyone has ads covering every spare pixel of screen space. Some sites, you can’t tell the ads from the content, and even if you can tell the content from the ads, there are such liberal sprinklings of “endorsements” and other product placements, that the content is a secondary or tertiary concern.
I finally got to watch Dollhouse yesterday, and rewatch Firefly today. Being a Buffy fan from way-back, I’m kinda struck by how much Whedon changed between Firefly and Dollhouse. How much darker, how much less whimsical, and how much more action-driven it was.
‘Course I was kinda working on my resume and doing a few chores while watching Dollhouse…