Is no longer an option. (more…)
A good insight, even if the Tolkien reference is badly botched.
And colleges have become the premier institutions in our civilization for passing on the ignorance of the past.
The other day I installed a cloak hook near the entrance of the domicile I share with His Majesty.
My cloaks can be heavy, and I also thought it might be prudent to be sure the hook could support the weight of His Majesty’s winter jacket, so I took some time to install the hook securely. I located the stud (much easier with the Force than with a stud locater, by the way) and made sure the hook was screwed firmly through the drywall into the stud. I figured it would easily hold a couple of cloaks and winter jackets.
I stood back to admire my work (funny; don’t you always do that when you finish any handyman project?) and just then His Majesty came storming through the door in a frightfully sour mood. He glanced at me, glanced at the hook, and without a moment’s hesitation he grabbed the hook and tried to swing from it. That was too much weight, of course; there was a loud crack and the hook came out of the wall, doing serious damage to the stud and drywall. In fact, since this is a load-bearing wall, the damage to the stud could wind up being a significant problem.
My jaw hit the floor, or would have, if the vocorder wasn’t in the way.
It turns out His Majesty has been thinking about original sin.
In that essay, Nock rewrote the tale of the Prophet Isaiah. At the end of King Uzziah’s reign in 740 b.c., God asked Isaiah to warn the Jews of His wrath to come. But God told Isaiah: “I suppose perhaps I ought to tell you that it won’t do any good. The official class and their intelligentsia will turn up their noses at you and the masses will not even listen. They will all keep on in their own ways until they carry everything down to destruction, and you will probably be lucky if you get out with your life.”So why send me on this errand in the first place? Isaiah asked. “Ah,” the Lord said, “you do not get the point. There is a Remnant there that you know nothing about. They are obscure, unorganized, inarticulate, each one rubbing along as best he can. They need to be encouraged and braced up because when everything has gone completely to the dogs, they are the ones who will come back and build up a new society; and meanwhile, your preaching will reassure them and keep them hanging on. Your job is to take care of the Remnant, so be off now and set about it.”
“Instead of beginning with ascertaining the job tasks of New York teachers, the two LAST examinations began with the premise that all New York teachers should be required to demonstrate an understanding of the liberal arts.”
Joshua Sohn, a partner at the firm Mishcon de Reya, who represents the prospective teachers in the case, echoed the that sentiment.
“They started with the conclusion, without any support, that this is what you actually needed to know to be an effective teacher,” Mr. Sohn said.
Apparently the test was being failed by a disproportionate number of teachers of color.
According to recent BSA policy, the above picture is unkind and unsafe, unless the boy is wearing safety glasses and only pointing the super soaker at an approved target on an approved range. Grinning while doing it has not yet been explicitly banned.
The BSA policy is being understandably mocked in the press. (more…)
Sometimes I wonder if there is really any hope for His Majesty.
His Majesty was wearing a sour face when he came out to breakfast this morning.
New ideas that are also good are pretty hard to come by, given how long humanity has been gleaning the vineyard.
New ideas that are bad are a dime a dozen.
Therefore, most new ideas are going to be bad ones.
Therefore, the taste for novelty is a destructive thing.
There is no such thing as Santa Claus.
All thirty minutes are worth listening to.
Anyway: it worries me a little that “blogs are dying,” because if so we lose the idea of a place where people speak their piece, as oppose to speak in pieces.
While most blogs weren’t deathless examples of great writing, there was the opportunity for individualism, and you don’t get that from a Pinterest page. You don’t get it from a feed of things snipped and reblogged and pinned and shoveled into The Feed. The web turns into bushels of confetti shoveled into a jet engine, and while something does emerge out the other end, it’s usually made impressive by its velocity and volume, not the shape it makes.
This makes me think of what Jaron Lanier described as the hive mind.
So school teachers’ lesson plans are “trade secrets” exempt from the various Freedom of Information statutes? In a Sith’s eye!