Monday, June 2, 2014

Modern Education is in the Stone Age (by Paul A. L. Hall).





Modern Education is in the Stone Age

Come on, now.  Do you really think institutions of learning are really only able to produce a minority of well-educated intelligencia!  That shows the scope of the lethargy the traditionalists have sunk into.
The first axiom to propose is that the average human mind is brilliant and capable of extreme excellence. The stimulus of knowledge, along with an adequate diet of protein, begins with the average human as an infant.  So I suppose one might observe that the classroom out of the stone age begins at the home.  In all fairness, I really don't mean to insult the stone age by comparing the failure of the modern education system with them, but it was the best term I could come up with.  
The brain is quickly whittled down in early childhood by internal mechanisms that remove whatever isn't being used, or stimulated, as a survival tactic.  So the child emerges from infancy with substantially less brains than it was born with.  The industrial age brought with it a need for most parents to place baby's affairs on the back burner, assuming, and being assured by all the learned higher educational institutional fodder, that baby's growth will happen naturally if the parents simply saw to the physical well being of the child.
So they end up with a mundane toddler instead of a brilliant one.  You might protest that society doesn't need a majority of brilliant minds.  A minority of geniuses is what most would prefer.  After all, brilliance is looked down upon in modern society, and if the brilliant person can't succeed on his or her own in spite of the prejudice and impediment opposing them, why, they're quite quickly brought down in adult life anyway.  People don't like seeing nine-year-olds in the twelfth grade when their little babysittered child of the same age is struggling through the fourth.
But why should intelligence be a factor?  Surely the highly intelligent and gifted will excel, unless they have some severe disability, but what about the rest of the students.  What I'm saying is that the mind readily absorbs and remembers input if it is the correct sort.  Something the institutions have ignored perhaps even since the stone age itself.  They've always simply chosen a method which mostly deferred to one of the most useless things known as human dignity, in which the learned instructor professes his subject to attentive pupils taking copious notes.  And they determine with some air of satisfaction that if most fall by the wayside, so much the better.
A company producing a line of goods would soon go out of business with that attitude, if only a third of it's product were up to standard.  If they were loosing two thirds of what they manufactured when it went through quality control, they would be all over the problem, re-tooling, re-thinking, re-planning, hiring and firing until they got it right.  So then if they got down to about ten percent coming out as seconds, why, then they could sell that to the discount merchandisers and no one would know the difference.
The brilliance of the average mind, therefore, is not so much in the quantity of brains, as in high intelligence, but rather in the quality of brain power which is not only present in all healthy minds regardless of how intelligent they are, but also, in other species as well.  I remember the time I had a chance to run a small experiment teaching three to the neighbor's dog, Missy.  
The animal was absolutely thrilled when she learned about the concept of three.  She used to greet me down the road when I got home at night and tried to block me from going to work in the mornings.  She wanted her classes!  I had used pine cones to teach her and soon all the neighbors began to find pine cones on their doorsteps each day delivered by Missy.
In another experiment I tried teaching classical musical phrases to finches in the back yard.  I had put up about twenty assorted types of finch feeders and by the second year there was quite of flock in the back yard.  I noticed that they had a singularly monotone call and remembered that they are cousins to the domestic canary, so I began to whistle phrases of classical music outside.  It was amazing how fast they picked it up.  It was hard at first to recognize because they had accelerated the tempo.  I would stick my head out the back door some mornings just to listen to the volumes of music coming from all the treetops where they perched.
This shows the thrill and happiness had by an individual, regardless of some sort of lack of intelligence quotient, when in the process of learning.  That in stark contrast to the student who can't wait to graduate and escape the boredom of institutionalism.  To which the institutionalist responds inevitably that higher education may therefore only be had by the intelligent.  Oh, they might pull out their token average mind, maybe even the occasional low I.Q. and claim anybody can make a go of it.
In fact what they're turning out is only one sort of individual that has, in lieu of brilliance, the right mix of capabilities to endure their system and pass their testing, and somehow absorb adequately their curriculum.  The result is an individual whose education poorly equips him or her for a real world, yet their gained prestige vaults them into high income brackets and positions of leadership that, barring some innate ability had in spite of their education, renders them incompetent at best to perform the roles in society required of them.
So then that society with the wrong type of person in places of authority, namely those who are able to succeed by coping with a sub-standard system, then must endure the results.  Results such as false fronts and illusions, such as big businesses that cook the books, politics that can only prosper society by cycles of recession and warfare, infrastructure engineers oblivious of what constitutes successful economic engines, and on and on.  [economic engine link at page  bottom]
These are by no means unimportant people.  It's just that they aren't the only type of important people.  The problem is that the system that has evolved around them is keeping all the other types of significance down.  And it's sad that it's so accepted as the status quo.  "Well, that's how it is,"  they say, "that's how you do it."  Or as one person so aptly put it, "It's not what you know, it's who you know."  There is a place for those who are the type of person with the knack for excelling in today's school system.  Perhaps in duty that involve repetition, boredom, and lack of innovation such as agricultural labor or jobs that improve already existent innovations.
Some might at this point try to point out how far education has gotten us.  They might protest that the very computer I'm using to write this I have because of our learned potentates.  But the reality is, that if the rest of the populous would have had a chance, by now we would have had something far better than the computer.  They would have had computers back in the days of Babbage.  In fact, they did.  But they lost it along with Babbage.  In fact, if the learned had had their way, we may well have still been not quite able to do things like measure longitude to this day because if it weren't for the king of England, the educationalists would have blocked the development of the chronometer.
If the really gifted person, one found in the majority the schools turn away, were to be using these systems, he or she could be writing the code for the operating system off the top of their head, as it were, as they worked.  You think excellence in mankind emerged only from the few who attained scholastic prominence?  What breakthroughs we have in the world have mostly happened in spite of the education system, not because of it.  
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The next axiom is a sad indictment upon that concept of education which dates back to the ancient Greeks.  They shouldn't have quit their day job as fishermen and shepherds which is how they got their extraordinarily rich language.   I mean, aren't they the guys that thought the Earth was the center of the universe?  You call that being educated?  In a trial, if a witness' testimony were flawed in the slightest, it would be thrown out of court.  
But, anyway, this axiom proposes that contact with the environment, and in particular a natural environment, stimulates learning.  One of the first things we can observe of the contrast between a natural environment and a classroom environment is that the former is variegated and the latter is not.  In case you don't know what variegated means, one simple definition would be: "enlivened by variety; diversiform".  Perhaps what we are noticing from the failure of the education system to even so much as be able to produce a ninety percent student body with an A plus average, is this: that the classroom is dead.
But in all fairness to the poor teachers that are busting their behinds trying to do the best they can with an impossible situation (I know most of mine did), we should silently observe the classroom-is-dead thing, but state it in a more compassionate way, that modern education is in the stone age.  -- No offence intended to the stone age. 
The misconception under scrutiny here is that learning is something isolated to the brain.  As I discuss in another article, both learning and the brain are intertwined with the entire body and maybe even with whatever environment the body finds itself in.  It seems that the very survival mechanism inexorably incorporated into the economy of the body and the brain actually resist the formation of both temporary chemical memories and permanent physical memories in the classroom environment simply, perhaps, because, in it's frugal way, the body, principally the endocrine system, deems the classroom stimulus unnecessary to be remembered.  
And by now the by-product of the institutionalistic scholasticism with it's accompanying standardizations of alphabet soup after the names of the graduates awarded their accreditation, has brought into existence a new aristocracy.  After all, ever since the days of the ancient Greeks, it was the nobility that sought to buy the degrees for their kids to keep the family dynasty artificially superior to others.  And there were plenty of sophists willing to sell out to the rich in order to keep this momentum going throughout mankind's pathetic little flawed history.
It is possible for the plebian to ascend to the heights if they have the appropriate credit rating, but then that colors their choice of curriculum, perhaps placing them in a mundane but lucrative career not worthy of their talents.  If they don't choose the right high paying career, they'll never be able to pay back the loans.
The wealthy and the aristocratic ontogeny are, if any, the least qualified or equipped for higher learning.  That doesn't mean they should be excluded, but if you limit higher education to this minority, you lessen the chances of the society as a whole, enjoying the prosperity of the abundance of sheer brilliance the average citizenry adds when brought into the mix.
The fact is, that the probability of a truly capable and innovative person emerging from a majority is far greater than one emerging from a minority.  But in this, the modern education system virtually seals the doom of contemporary society, at the worst, or the not-so distant future one at the best.  As a recent play points out, and as I discuss in another article, the gifted is kept down by modern scholasticism and is then nickeled-and-dimed into a pathetic little lifetime career of mundane labor in a mix of full and part time jobs five days a week and then a weekend job on the other two days just to afford a poverty-level existence while the educated prey upon him or especially her. 
It would seem that the use of the word "doom" in this instance would be highly subjective; a term used to be sensationalistic.  On the contrary.  The survival of any civilization depends on the contributions to it by it's gifted.  They are the only ones capable of dealing with the novel problems and unique impasses a society inevitably runs into.  If the society insists on artificially flunking them out of their opportunities, then it's over, understand?  That's the end of the society, the civilization, and ultimately life itself on the poor little tiny blue planet they inhabit, out on the edge of one of the smaller galaxies in one of many universes.

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Sunday, June 1, 2014

Logic -The Death of Civilization -- whoa baby! they've only just gotten ...





Logic, The Death of Civilization.


The primary dictum of reality is paradox, not logic.

Logic is the sort of game that works on a blank piece of paper, the favorite departure point of ancient geometers who failed to recognize the invisible graviton that would bring down their temples.
As for it being the death of civilization, search the record of history.  Already numerous civilizations have fallen because of the conceit and arrogance of logicians supposing themselves to be wise.  Supposition is useless in the face of actuality.  A fish at a baited hook is found to be wiser than they.  Here higher forms of intelligence, real or imagined, prey upon such humanity.  With the same outcome of futility for the victim as heretofore.
The brain works better as a constituent of nature.  But that is a far cry from the errant nature of deductions based on concrete evidence that no human being would have the time to peruse let alone reach functional conclusions thereby.  There is a form of co-ordination of thought that surpasses the nature of logic that if employed would enable the thinker to solve elemental and primary problems confronting his or her reality.
When I was a teenager, I used to call it "zeric", or zero logic.  It's a way of stepping back so one doesn't fall prey to not seeing the forest for the trees.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Yellow Bird -- Ti Zwazo (harmonica by Paul). 3-D capable (see instructi...





my first freestyle type video experiment on you tube back in Two Thousand and Eight ...



A song by Hatian-US-American composer of the 19th century, Michel Mauleart Monton.

--  [3-D instructions]  --

Now!  This video is 3-D capable.  You can watch in 3-D, a whole new experience.  Just click the "change quality" feature at the bottom of the video frame (the "gear" icon), and then click the 3D icon when it appears to get the setting that matches your glasses.  No glasses?  No problem.  Click on the "no glasses" link and then look at the 2 images in the video cross-eyed until a 3rd appears in the center and line up the white dot at the top till it becomes a single dot.  Happy viewing!



"Yellow Bird" was originally called "Choucone" after a famous poem written by Oswald Durand in a jail cell.   A cute little yellow bird appeared in the window of that cell and inspired the poet.  But there's more to it.  I'm realizing more and more the possibility that such birds help protect human beings from "evil".  The little bird being the paradox of small is big and that humility vanquishes.  Good to know when times get tough.



The mystery of "Choucone" is that the woman tends to react towards the survival of the progeny.  In similarity to the bower bird, she gravitates instinctively towards the mate that can give valuables and supply domicile and entertainment.  This seems to be the case.  It is overridden only in the minds of extraordinary women, but not in the tragic outcome of the lady the poet had written about.  Walk carefully through this mysterious world.



The song is played on harmonica by me on my cheap little Blues Band.  I've been playing since 1957 when Dad bought me my first Honer Marine Band in Charleston, South Carolina.  The harmonica's a humble instrument, but just one thing: you can give each note special attention, something that can't be done so effectively on any other instrument.



The feeble translation of the song is about a guy who had a pretty girlfriend that jilted him.  Good riddance, kid.  You should've been glad.  Beauty is a handicap; not a virtue.  It's as Bob Dylan Zimmerman wrote: "The princess and all the pretty people drinkin' thinkin' that they've got it made.  Exchanging all precious gifts, but you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it, babe." (Like a Roalin' Stone, 1965).



I lost a beautiful girl back in the eighties and that's when I really started to sing. That broken heart was the best thing to really put the heart into the song; It's as I wrote: "'Cause you can't do nothin' with a heart of stone; you'll only be cruel, be cruel and then be all alone with a heart of stone".  (With Your Heart of Stone, 1982, Paul Hall)



So in the more shallow English version "Yellow Bird" (not the original by the poet and the composer) the guy  lost the girl and oddly enough, the gossipy less intellectual version may have helped promote this beautiful melody.



The scenes are of Old San Juan here in Puerto Rico.  In these shots, I get a chance to examine some of the character of the buildings and the architecture as well as the ornamentation.



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Inside Alaska Ferry Boat. (Harmonica, Guitar by Paul.)





This system serves as a valuable transport mechanism in the panhandle region of Alaska known as "The Inside Passage" and "The Marine Highway", and is a vital element in the economic engine of Alaska to this day.

The Bridge to NOWHERE! (except prosperity...)





They wanted to build a bridge between two islands in Alaska and it was nipped in the bud by many factions, acting in total ignorance, including the usual inept watchdog groups.  The real Bridge to Nowhere is the Golden Gate Bridge, connecting a little hole in the wall, San Francisco, with a wealthy burb to the north.  Nobody stopped that one.  The Ketchikan bridge could save the 48's ungrateful butts from economic disaster.  The Gravina Access Project.  The Gravina Island Highway, or so I'm tolled, would have connected to the island where some of a former Alaska governor's relatives live.  But it's as they say, everything's relative.  And then another governor, Palin, simply re-directed the money for the bridge to other projects.



Ever wonder how your tax dollars are being invested?   Or NOT invested.  You have to spend money to make money.  Between the Liberals who are throwing bones to the poor to keep them from revolting, to the Conservatives who are actually pro anarchy, removing all vestages of governmental scrutiny it's a circus of political amateurs who never want the other side to get credit for anything and so do nothing.



The only way to do anything is to do it in spite of Government, not because of it.  Two bridges are needed, the Gravina bridge and another connecting Ketchikan to Hyder and Canada.  Then a railroad is needed to connect Ketchikan and Gravina Island industrial and commerce city (yet to be built) with Toronto and New York City and therefore to Europe and all Atlantic commerce.  I think the money community with 40 trillion dollars doing very little at the moment would jump to finance such a project.  Then the voters should tell the Democants and the Repugnantkins to go home and elect an independent governor and senator.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

For Dreamers. Original song by Paul Hall (paulhallart) ...





For Dreamers. Original song by Paul Hall (paulhallart) ...



Velvet in a petal in a blossom rare and fair will, for dreamers of another world, be willing to "declare"...  Only "dreamers" can see the brightest color among the flowers: the ultra violet of the "white" blossom.  And with this they share the joy of the universe with their sisters, the bees.  The mall with it's emphasis on apparel, has lost the lessons of the flower.  No robes of opulence are like the blossom which all see.



People are speeding to lifelessness in a wholesale manor.  The very flowers speak but preoccupation with the mundane has  deafened the ears of those who have become heedless.



The poetry was written in an old hotel in Brisbane, Australia, in 1986,  and was put to music a year later in Auckland, New Zealand.  I call it "Velvet in a Petal", but it was called "For Dreamers,  not the Deafened Ear" and for this video, let's just call it "For Dreamers".



The visual for this video is from the first of my digital work, done in Claremont, New Hampshire in 2002. The series, in ten parts, is called "Flowers by a New Hampshire Forrest".  This is part one.



---------the words-----------------



Velvet in a petal on a blossom rare and fair will, for dreamers of another world, be willing to declare that youth will never die someday, when timeless doeth reign; and when beginnings never end and gone is all disdain.



-------------  But now, the petal's crying plea no solaced ear will lend to those who, by excessive speeds, destructive paths do wend to any place of lifelessness, where nevermore they'll hear the petal's softly crying plea upon their deafened ear.