Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is an intriguing guy...[he] asks great questions and answers others with style, flair, reason and wit. On the blogroll he goes. Make him a part of your regular blogospheric reading. I certainly will.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Common Sense Junction: Misha @ Anti-Idiotarian never ceases to amaze me. He keeps finding other good blogs. I went over to A.I. this morning for my daily Misha fix and he had found this guy named Morgan Freeberg in Fair Oaks, California, that has a blog, House of Eratosthenes. Freeberg says its "The Blog That Nobody Reads" but it may now become the blog that everybody reads.
Jaded Haven: Good God, Morgan, you cover a topic from front to back with a screwy thoroughness I find mind boggling. I'm in awe of your thought proccesses, my friend, you're an exceptional talent. You start by throwing in the kitchen sink, tie in someone's syphilitic uncle, bend around a rip tide of brilliance and bring it all home in a neat, diamond dripping package of an exceptionally readable moment of damn fine wordsmithing. I love reading you.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
Philmon: When Morgan meanders, stick with him - he's got a point and it'll be worth it in the end. He's not a hit-and-run snarky quip kind of guy. The pieces all fall into place like tumblers in a lock and bang! He's opened a cognative door for you.
Rightlinx: Morgan at House of Eratosthenes is one of the best writers out there. I read him nearly every day because he manages to provide an interesting perspective, even though I don't always agree.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
The Blog That Nobody Reads, inspired the Prof to do some thinking.
Now, Morgan and I are of an age, I think, because I remember those talks as well. And in my case, one of the things I took away from them was the important fact that although I had certain obvious talents even as a kid, I also had limitations. For example, I remember saying to my folks one day, “I want to be an astronaut when I grow up.”
Dad shook his head. “Won’t work — you’ll be too big.” He explained that space capsules were cramped spaces, not really designed for hulking brutes of the sort I was destined to become.
Likewise, when I suggested that I might like a career as a secret agent, he pointed out that spies generally require a degree of protective coloration not typically found in very large redheads of my personality type. I wouldn’t be able to blend in enough for such a gig.
These days, I suspect that parents who dropped this sort of truth on their kids would receive much tut-tutting, accusations of dream-crushing, and such. And I’ll admit, there was a certain amount of disappointment on my part, but I knew my dad loved me and wasn’t speaking from cruelty — he was simply telling the truth: Not everyone can do anything they might want. Instead, he said, you have to find the things that align with your abilities and your limitations and do those things as best you can. And by teaching me that lesson, he helped me find my way to what I do now. I’m grateful for that.
And I find myself wondering if there might be less frustration if more folks learned that lesson early on.
He gets it. A flurry of tiny, almost insignificant observations compel me toward a belief that “the talk” isn’t happening now the way it did in the days of yore. The question in the title of this post is not being asked as often.
Perhaps the attention span is slipping? Not sure what brings that about, but if it can somehow be proven that that is the cause to this effect, then it would be a simple matter to connect that cause to many others. It would explain much.
To the current crop of younglings I can only suggest: Just don’t be like her.
Update: I remember what I was reading when I started thinking this belonged over here, on the blog, and it wasn’t Prof. Mondo talking about it. It was an excellent observation about the graphic above by reader/follower/commentator Robert Mitchell:
We demand that, in school, kids sit down, shut up, and do what they’re told to do, and we drug them to the gills if they don’t. I expect that she was a charming little parrot when young, and her teachers adored her. So they “encouraged” her to seek out a “life of the mind” But no plan was given, just “Go to College!”. Trained from kindergarten to obey teachers, she was easy prey for the bottom feeders of the academic world, the “studies” professors……
The benefit to being a real “of the mind” type of professional, in my opinion, is that the aptitudes can develop late. I myself demonstrated little to nothing by way of remarkable or definable ability, contrasted with some of the other kids who were going to be professional athletes. Those who placed great confidence in their own opinions about what I would one day be, took the safe-shelter in the tiresome prediction that I’d be a great stringed-instrument virtuoso. Looking back on it, what really gave me opportunity for the future was not that. It was the encouragement I received to be a “solution in search of a problem”; the vision that I’d figure out how to do something others had tried to figure out how to do, and hadn’t yet succeeded at doing it. In my case, I have yet to invent the next great light bulb, or transistor, or what have you. But I have managed to solve these little puzzles along the way, and truth be told, that’s what has paid the bills.
That’s why I find this all a bit frightening. What appears to have taken a hiatus is this “do something unique” thing. The vision has been blinded. We seem to have an entire generation of kids coming up, who don’t envision themselves as doing anything now or in the future, besides fitting in to a large crowd, be it physical or virtual. But, either way, the large-crowd would not miss them if they were not there…and that’s okay.
To some, that’s a dream come true. Perhaps because of my own perspective on life and how to make a living while you’re in it, I call it a nightmare. I don’t wish to be melodramatic about it, but I struggle in vain to imagine one that could be any worse.
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