By killing the easy going guy in education planning...
In the beginning, when the processes intended to power human transcendence from ignorant derpish darkness to ignorant pedantic radiance, were first formulated, we erred, and we erred deeply...
When we first thought of bringing the light of knowledge to the apparently pig headed members of the tribe, by instituting the first bones of knowledge transfer, we put great store in the efficacy and moral uprightness of teachers. We ( conveniently ) chose to forget the twin ( consummately human ) virtues of ego and insecurity. We forgot that at the dawn of our middle aged lives ( the average age when some among us choose the profession of enlightenment also known as teaching ) we are all horribly patronizing bitches, more or less...
nota bena : above paragraph categorically absolves (almost all) kindergarden and primary school teachers. I am convinced beyond all doubts that they are angels.
Publishing is perhaps the most critical and socially detrimental of all businesses. Only sound written work must ever be allowed to see the light of the day. Books are sacred, not media for anyone with enough spare time to collect his inferior thought processes and an insane supply of parchment and ink. We are a trashy species; we cannot afford to print and immortalize our crap (oops too late blogs were invented! ha you may not burn my crap)
So having successfully and incompletely disintegrated the problems at the heart of our educational system in the preceding paragraphs (you see don't you? bad teachers, bad books), this blog will now move on to "Why art, although rooted in hypocrisy (its sole genesiac soul being the human need for human approval ), probably holds the secret to human salvation."
This post is half baked at best (as all my other posts), might be edited and expanded ( refer aforementioned incomplete disintegration of basic premise ) without prior notice. Oh! do NOT hold your breath. Asphyxiation is the sole prerogative of drama queens / kings and smokers. Only we may die of the supreme-disdain-for-oxygen syndrome.
In the beginning, when the processes intended to power human transcendence from ignorant derpish darkness to ignorant pedantic radiance, were first formulated, we erred, and we erred deeply...
When we first thought of bringing the light of knowledge to the apparently pig headed members of the tribe, by instituting the first bones of knowledge transfer, we put great store in the efficacy and moral uprightness of teachers. We ( conveniently ) chose to forget the twin ( consummately human ) virtues of ego and insecurity. We forgot that at the dawn of our middle aged lives ( the average age when some among us choose the profession of enlightenment also known as teaching ) we are all horribly patronizing bitches, more or less...
nota bena : above paragraph categorically absolves (almost all) kindergarden and primary school teachers. I am convinced beyond all doubts that they are angels.
Publishing is perhaps the most critical and socially detrimental of all businesses. Only sound written work must ever be allowed to see the light of the day. Books are sacred, not media for anyone with enough spare time to collect his inferior thought processes and an insane supply of parchment and ink. We are a trashy species; we cannot afford to print and immortalize our crap (oops too late blogs were invented! ha you may not burn my crap)
So having successfully and incompletely disintegrated the problems at the heart of our educational system in the preceding paragraphs (you see don't you? bad teachers, bad books), this blog will now move on to "Why art, although rooted in hypocrisy (its sole genesiac soul being the human need for human approval ), probably holds the secret to human salvation."
This post is half baked at best (as all my other posts), might be edited and expanded ( refer aforementioned incomplete disintegration of basic premise ) without prior notice. Oh! do NOT hold your breath. Asphyxiation is the sole prerogative of drama queens / kings and smokers. Only we may die of the supreme-disdain-for-oxygen syndrome.
