Tuesday, 19 February 2008

2007_05_01_archive



Hackety Hack

Speaking of kids, I set the older boy up with Hackety Hack. Why not -

I'm working my way through a 'grown up' Ruby tutorial at the same

time.

- What's that?

You said you wanted to learn HTML - try this.

- Ok.

Ten minutes later he's further ahead than I am and he's a) enjoying

himself* and b) he's learning. Oh and c) he may have found out that

computers do more than just toss content at you - you can create with

them.

Hacking trumps playing Neopets any day.

*How do I know? I hear clicking followed by sotto voice 'cool's and

'wow's.

# posted by Brian Dunbar : 6:47 PM

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Fight the tide

The local schools have a good reputation and, by all accounts, are not

so bad at the education biz. Why home school? Well ..

Inside the school, I felt the same cold grim feelings I had the

last time I'd come here - even empty, the place bristles, somehow.

A couple of students walked past, and I silently counted to see how

long it would be take before someone deployed the Effenheimer, or

the dreaded Mother Effenheimer. Three seconds. I'm not in favor of

having nuns patrol with nail-studded two-by-fours, but on the other

hand, I am. Or least some authority figure around which the Youts

would feel compelled to display a civil tongue. I was talking with

one of the neighbors at the bus stop; she'd been to the school last

week, and one of the stuecadents hit on her.

My child is not going there.

This is why: because a school that excels academically, where the

students are polite and well-mannered is becoming not, perhaps, a

rarity but certainly a cause to pause and say "Will you look at that".

The way it should be is becoming an exception. I can't fight the tide

but I can take my kids to high ground.

Cross Posted to The Daily Brief.

# posted by Brian Dunbar : 6:33 PM

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Constant Conflict

Constant Conflict

Ralph Peters

It is fashionable among world intellectual elites to decry

"American culture," with our domestic critics among the loudest in

complaint. But traditional intellectual elites are of shrinking

relevance, replaced by cognitive-practical elites--figures such as

Bill Gates, Steven Spielberg, Madonna, or our most successful

politicians--human beings who can recognize or create popular

appetites, recreating themselves as necessary. Contemporary

American culture is the most powerful in history, and the most

destructive of competitor cultures. While some other cultures, such

as those of East Asia, appear strong enough to survive the

onslaught by adaptive behaviors, most are not. The genius, the

secret weapon, of American culture is the essence that the elites

despise: ours is the first genuine people's culture. It stresses

comfort and convenience--ease--and it generates pleasure for the

masses. We are Karl Marx's dream, and his nightmare.

Secular and religious revolutionaries in our century have made the

identical mistake, imagining that the workers of the world or the

faithful just can't wait to go home at night to study Marx or the

Koran. Well, Joe Sixpack, Ivan Tipichni, and Ali Quat would rather

"Baywatch." America has figured it out, and we are brilliant at

operationalizing our knowledge, and our cultural power will hinder

even those cultures we do not undermine. There is no "peer

competitor" in the cultural (or military) department. Our cultural

empire has the addicted--men and women everywhere--clamoring for

more. And they pay for the privilege of their disillusionment.

American culture is criticized for its impermanence, its

"disposable" products. But therein lies its strength. All previous

cultures sought ideal achievement which, once reached, might endure

in static perfection. American culture is not about the end, but

the means, the dynamic process that creates, destroys, and creates

anew. If our works are transient, then so are life's greatest

even life itself. American culture is alive.

Cross Posted to The Daily Brief.

# posted by Brian Dunbar : 5:42 PM

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Early morning ramble

Ilkka is taking Disney movies way too seriously.

After the flashy start, the underbelly of this society of cars

slowly revealed itself as the cars, apparently with no free will or

choice of their own, obsessively kept simulating many aspects of

human society that simply make no sense for sentient automobiles.

Their physically very mobile society is very rigid with no real

social mobility, since everyone is pretty much born (how?) to his

place in society and cannot really aspire to become anything else.

As the young hotshot racecar is stranded to the small town that was

bypassed by the Interstate highway and therefore no longer gets to

extract monopoly prices and quality of service from the

cross-country travellers, we kept making hypotheses and asking

questions such as "Why did the train like bubblegum so much?"


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