One year ago today: December 15, 2017, liberal America = Canada
Five years ago today: December 15, 2013, redneck powerbar.
Nine years ago today: December 15, 2009, the real price indicator.
Random years ago today: December 15, 2002, tired? dusty? hungry?
Good morning, world. Whatever I caught y’day still has me fogged up, but listen, I’m okay and we’ll get something constructive done today. Flu-like, that’s how I’d rate it, but not the flu. And yawning attacks, have you ever yawned like twenty times in a row? Not just once or twice like you are now, I mean. To pass the morning, I threw on a disk of amateur films, around ten minutes each. These are indies made by grad students of these media schools. With titles like “Red Apple”, “Meet Steve”, and “Propstars”. I see the major obstacle remains the same as in my day: finding suitable material to make a film about.
Mind you, some have potential, such as the classroom film we’ll mention in a moment. This photo shows one of the teachers pointing at a truth window. It’s a mall picture frame left in a straw walled house that shows the construction. Looking in it reveals the straw material, in this case donated for the school. My dislike of the school system on certain points applies to both the government schools and these home schools. They do not provide enough for the best students. Every dummy is dragged along, but only the one top student ever gets any awards or bursaries, etc. The other “near top” students get nothing. And yes, I’ll put that in writing.
My objection to much home-schooling is the heavy influence of the “hippie” environment. It’s worse because the top kid doesn’t even get a trophy unless everybody else does. Those kids who strive to excel must be allowed to do so and I will never support any other system. When was the last time you heard of an Einstein or a Beethoven graduating from a communal education system? Never, and I’ll tell you why. Because there is nobody so stupid they cannot grasp the underdog notion of “no child left behind”. However, it requires a measurable IQ to realize any such system can only be at the expense of the best and brightest. That’s who will suffer when “equality” is imposed.
[Author’s note: as chance would have it, Galileo pointed out this same problem existed in his time, that most people in the higher-paying occupations got there through connections, not aptitude.]
Let me check if anything else is important this morning. Nope, so let’s talk a bit more about these amateur movies. Have you ever endured one of those art shows or modern dance exhibits that is so interpretive that the only people enjoying are others who “took the course”? Like, and you’re the only one in the room who didn’t? The admissions standards at these media schools must be pathetically low. The leftist theme is also over-present, and I suggest teaching most people that their chances of success are the same as everybody else’s isn’t the right premise for any field of entertainment. The product is bland.
One major annoyance was the over-use of contemporary terms and themes. It doesn’t contribute anything plot-wise. Prime example is the classroom film. The children who are “interacting with other individuals of their own age” are not really having any more fun than the kids who are just playing. Most of the material is common sense. Learn to type, have a plan, one part writing to two parts editing, things one should probably already know to even contemplate a career in the production side of cinema.
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Three hours of hauling and it’s beginning to reveal there is a yard back there. This is a busy picture, if you look for it. Two ladders, the birdhouse on the 9-foot stump, the wood pile, the doggie run, the fence, the stacked oak flooring, and there’s what you can’t see underground. It was a cool and overcast day that got me into the yard. Nine wagonloads of brush and scrap wood. There are a couple more full days of raking and hauling to make the yard fully inhabitable. There was close to ten years of untended growth back there, much of what has to be uprooted or snipped with bolt cutters to even attain control. And for the third time in a row, an older single woman seeing picture of my cabin has described it as “cute” or “darling”. I suspect a plot.
Instead, that guy was your guitar player’s concept of how to play bass. Thinking quickly, I handed the lead player a note saying I was looking to hook up with a band and did he know any that needed a top-notch bassist. He grabbed the note like it was a thousand-dollar bill. Duly noted. I made a quick exit. As I got home, it was dark and I’d forgot to leave the hall light on. See me limping? I stubbed by pinkie toe big time. That’ means tonight, I’m in the coffee shop again. Hey, at least I’m not hanging around the pool hall.
I took the indie movie disc along and watched some of the self-documentaries. I see another pattern. I was born a generation or two early for what I’m seeing. In my day, if there was something you could not do, you damn well had better learn. Now, I see droves of people who did not self-correct. Instead they gave the conditions a medical label and went on disability or whatever. In my world, you pay attention or you lose, in their world you say “I have attention deficit” and hold your hand out for a welfare check.
Interesting, in that these people learn that instead of making any effort to improve, they can marry each other and have children who are raised entirely with the belief that anything requiring work can be avoided by having a syndrome. It takes just two generations for this degenerate behavior to become completely acceptable with its own peer group.
ADDENDUM
How about that mail odor dating service. For all I know this is common knowledge, but I just read it. No, not mail order, mail odor. Subscribers get a clean t-shirt and wear it for 72 hours. Then swatches are mailed to potential matches. If they like each other’s whiff, it’s party time. Actually, I believe this could work in certain instances because that was the case with Eatmore so long ago, but let’s not go there. I was also listening to an audio book concerning the rising consumer class in China and India. The predictions on this item were the situation by 2020.
It had me chuckling because they got it wrong. They assumed that Asian markets would have the same changes and improvements. Wrong. Those markets don’t evolve in the same manner at all. These are ancient societies where the will to innovate has long been bred out of the population. What’s happened is these cultures latched on to what they think is Western and stay at that level until it spreads to the corners. Then they’ll glom onto the next trend. In between, there is no evolution or development.
You see the apartments going up, they are western style. Same with the new businesses, the products, and services. All copycatted. They seem new in that America can’t suddenly replace an existing infrastructure whereas these places barely out of the middle ages can appear to have G5 cell service almost overnight. The CDs guess a few things right, but there is no Chinese domination of the American market. No new Indian inventions are flooding the markets here. Chinese music is still unknown and Bollywood movies are more like cartoons. The old economy here survives so far, the new economy is based on tattoo parlors and cellular plans that truly suck in depth.
One thing that was predicted right was the American failure to encourage new scientists and inventors. It was the American way that changed the world from farm laborers to astronauts. We kept ahead of the world by timely inventions that rippled through society. The car, the plane, the television, the Internet (yes, kiddies, it was invented here) and the computer. But with three solid generations of millennials soon to become a majority, that advantage is quite over.
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