Nov 2017
i can verily appreciate my initial frustration
barely a day ago,
or at least a day a nibble of today's
contentment at:
(a) drinking beer on a very sour,
wet atypically english afternoon -
reigned over by who else if not
earl grey... and...
(b) autumnal cuisine, planning dinner,
roasted vegetables,
parsnip, peppers, courgettes,
onions, potatoes, carrots, mushrooms,
glazed in oil balsamic vinegar and some honey...
hell, when they said: 5 a day -
a nurse told me: it's good that
1. you don't run on pavement and instead
allow 5 miles become deserving of
your tread - longshanks -
and 2. the 5 a day implies veg, not fruit...
younger? sure, fruits, but as i got older
it was the timidity of vegetables -
their sweetness, but also lack of
acidity -
no **** sherlock -
a combination of fruit acidity and
sugar is probably just as bad as chocolate...
hence my championing of winter...
sure, in the spring it might be warmer outside,
but during autumn it's much warmer
inside...
due to the food...
but i can only see with lucidy
my initial frustration, as to why only a day
or so ago (with a nibble of today) came
the realisation... frustration at a lack of
the usual writing impetus...
i had to (on purpose) force myself to
solve two súdokū puzzles -
having failed both of them...
but it was never about solving these puzzles...
what was actually happening was nothing
short of a transition period...
unlike your typical bestseller page turners,
i was stuck with a book for at least... god...
almost half a year?
that's the problem when you give
too much thought to a book,
well, a "problem" -
but deep-reading does that
to you, in that you have to burn off
any memory of what you spent investing
all that time in...
and how better than by puzzling number games?
it's the mere focus on numbers,
an overly strained focus on them,
an exhaustion due to focusing on them
that can only allow you to detach your from
the book you've just finished,
and the next book you picked up...
after all, the books can't be more parallel -
notably since one predates the others
(1670 - 1931) - with the latter citing no
influence of the former...
let's face it, having just finished a nationalist
socialist philosopher's musings...
and then picking up benedict spinoza's work?
that's almost like having read stephen king,
and then picking up hans christian andersen...
obviously it had to take drastic measures,
sheer mental exhaustion having concentrated
on numbers, and then a sleepless night
watching movies to bury one book
in my library, to subsequently take a new one
out... unlike binge reading on twilight trilogy
(e.g.).
besides, i managed to re-watch
good will hunting...
and it struck me:
there's that scene were a father busting his
*** on a construction site for his son's education...
hmm...
and how good education this
and good education that...
zdrowie na budowie -
health in construction -
couldn't agree more -
plus an art form / trade being perfected
to absolute efficiency -
if only i was born a bit later,
at the time when tuition fees went up to
9 grand per annum for a degree at university,
if only! even when they started hovering
above 3 grand i dropped out from doing
a second degree...
busting his *** my **** -
my university cost my father one week's
worth of wages, back when it was just over a grand...
but that's the reality,
trades pay good, esp. industrial scale roofing,
a hard graft, but i have to say: fun to do -
it puts going to the gym out of the equation,
for sure...
and roofers? i know that i'll never
manage to visit the maldives... 'e did...
mexico and kenya and jamaica and...
i've got a degree in chemistry and the best
offer of work outside of university was:
stacking shelves in a supermarket.
plus, i've taught myself more
than i was taught in these institutions...
and i really recommend this:
stop your formal education in language at
the age of 16... after 16? teach yourself...
i took the foundation in history
from 16 through to 20...
a canvas of essay writing...
butch-ed-up writing history essays...
i wouldn't trust anyone to teach me this
language after 16...
that said,
we really were sold a lie about the mantra
of education education education...
frightfully, if not merely thankfully
the lie was cheap, cheap cheap cheap,
thankfully it was cheap at the time -
otherwise the majority of us would have
probably left school at 16 and learned a trade...
point being...
in poland it's clear cut...
because you have polytechnics -
and i'll tell you how they look like:
schools for boys, hardly any girls...
let's say: no girls...
and then there are the schools with
*****-whipping material guys who study
the arts, languages, literature etc. etc. -
if only england had established firm roots
in polytechnics - almost all men would have
defaulted - and so much rests on how things
are worded -
they call it apprenticeships...
as if you have to be a victorian slave labour
of a child...
forced into work straight at 16?
how about a few more years in a polytechnic?
so you can at least learn more theories and ideas,
create a technical base, before you enter
an apprenticeship at, say, 18 or 19?
is the ******* house burning down
that you have to be forced into a technical trade
at 16?
no! it's not fair on the guys who have
aren't given the luxury of those 2 to 3 years
of joking in the playground, playing footie &
all that...
if a polytechnic network of schools,
we'd know that at least a plumber would
come out the other end,
rather than upon leaving university -
a chemist becomes a supermarket cashier...
why? it's a choking joke that these university
lecturers are doctor in their field and what they
really want to do is to focus on their research...
understandably...
which is why all university lectures should
be conducted by post-graduates...
seems simple enough...
post-graduate students and professors -
those old geezers who are almost retired and
have the same capacity for wisdom as
a grandfather has to a grandson,
which a father will never have to his son.
barely a day ago,
or at least a day a nibble of today's
contentment at:
(a) drinking beer on a very sour,
wet atypically english afternoon -
reigned over by who else if not
earl grey... and...
(b) autumnal cuisine, planning dinner,
roasted vegetables,
parsnip, peppers, courgettes,
onions, potatoes, carrots, mushrooms,
glazed in oil balsamic vinegar and some honey...
hell, when they said: 5 a day -
a nurse told me: it's good that
1. you don't run on pavement and instead
allow 5 miles become deserving of
your tread - longshanks -
and 2. the 5 a day implies veg, not fruit...
younger? sure, fruits, but as i got older
it was the timidity of vegetables -
their sweetness, but also lack of
acidity -
no **** sherlock -
a combination of fruit acidity and
sugar is probably just as bad as chocolate...
hence my championing of winter...
sure, in the spring it might be warmer outside,
but during autumn it's much warmer
inside...
due to the food...
but i can only see with lucidy
my initial frustration, as to why only a day
or so ago (with a nibble of today) came
the realisation... frustration at a lack of
the usual writing impetus...
i had to (on purpose) force myself to
solve two súdokū puzzles -
having failed both of them...
but it was never about solving these puzzles...
what was actually happening was nothing
short of a transition period...
unlike your typical bestseller page turners,
i was stuck with a book for at least... god...
almost half a year?
that's the problem when you give
too much thought to a book,
well, a "problem" -
but deep-reading does that
to you, in that you have to burn off
any memory of what you spent investing
all that time in...
and how better than by puzzling number games?
it's the mere focus on numbers,
an overly strained focus on them,
an exhaustion due to focusing on them
that can only allow you to detach your from
the book you've just finished,
and the next book you picked up...
after all, the books can't be more parallel -
notably since one predates the others
(1670 - 1931) - with the latter citing no
influence of the former...
let's face it, having just finished a nationalist
socialist philosopher's musings...
and then picking up benedict spinoza's work?
that's almost like having read stephen king,
and then picking up hans christian andersen...
obviously it had to take drastic measures,
sheer mental exhaustion having concentrated
on numbers, and then a sleepless night
watching movies to bury one book
in my library, to subsequently take a new one
out... unlike binge reading on twilight trilogy
(e.g.).
besides, i managed to re-watch
good will hunting...
and it struck me:
there's that scene were a father busting his
*** on a construction site for his son's education...
hmm...
and how good education this
and good education that...
zdrowie na budowie -
health in construction -
couldn't agree more -
plus an art form / trade being perfected
to absolute efficiency -
if only i was born a bit later,
at the time when tuition fees went up to
9 grand per annum for a degree at university,
if only! even when they started hovering
above 3 grand i dropped out from doing
a second degree...
busting his *** my **** -
my university cost my father one week's
worth of wages, back when it was just over a grand...
but that's the reality,
trades pay good, esp. industrial scale roofing,
a hard graft, but i have to say: fun to do -
it puts going to the gym out of the equation,
for sure...
and roofers? i know that i'll never
manage to visit the maldives... 'e did...
mexico and kenya and jamaica and...
i've got a degree in chemistry and the best
offer of work outside of university was:
stacking shelves in a supermarket.
plus, i've taught myself more
than i was taught in these institutions...
and i really recommend this:
stop your formal education in language at
the age of 16... after 16? teach yourself...
i took the foundation in history
from 16 through to 20...
a canvas of essay writing...
butch-ed-up writing history essays...
i wouldn't trust anyone to teach me this
language after 16...
that said,
we really were sold a lie about the mantra
of education education education...
frightfully, if not merely thankfully
the lie was cheap, cheap cheap cheap,
thankfully it was cheap at the time -
otherwise the majority of us would have
probably left school at 16 and learned a trade...
point being...
in poland it's clear cut...
because you have polytechnics -
and i'll tell you how they look like:
schools for boys, hardly any girls...
let's say: no girls...
and then there are the schools with
*****-whipping material guys who study
the arts, languages, literature etc. etc. -
if only england had established firm roots
in polytechnics - almost all men would have
defaulted - and so much rests on how things
are worded -
they call it apprenticeships...
as if you have to be a victorian slave labour
of a child...
forced into work straight at 16?
how about a few more years in a polytechnic?
so you can at least learn more theories and ideas,
create a technical base, before you enter
an apprenticeship at, say, 18 or 19?
is the ******* house burning down
that you have to be forced into a technical trade
at 16?
no! it's not fair on the guys who have
aren't given the luxury of those 2 to 3 years
of joking in the playground, playing footie &
all that...
if a polytechnic network of schools,
we'd know that at least a plumber would
come out the other end,
rather than upon leaving university -
a chemist becomes a supermarket cashier...
why? it's a choking joke that these university
lecturers are doctor in their field and what they
really want to do is to focus on their research...
understandably...
which is why all university lectures should
be conducted by post-graduates...
seems simple enough...
post-graduate students and professors -
those old geezers who are almost retired and
have the same capacity for wisdom as
a grandfather has to a grandson,
which a father will never have to his son.
