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There's an interesting season of painting a person as a one dimensional character - Clinton is so power mad she'll sacrifice anything, including another person's life, to push her global agenda - Trump is some enigmatic combination of idiot savant, a lord of mastering the message and literally nothing else.
Once those characters are cast into the story, this supporting cast springs up - one of which is the truth seeking conspiracy theorist. But it doesn't seem to set in until the main character is dangerous. Trump didn't get his conspiracy theorist until he won the white house.
I couldn't do it, I couldn't finish it. It started by condemning the qualities of the site that would be lauded if Clinton won then just devolved into catty name calling.
It's like she dropped Facebook but kept all the petty, gossipy habits it can invoke - now she's just getting it so out in article form.
I'm still thinking through it so forgive me if I'm a little rambly.
I ask people to write a lot of documentation. I talk to these people pretty regularly and for the most part we have really fun casual conversations. When I ask these people to write, they start using "essay english", saying things like "when one finds themselves facing the dilemma of an angry customer..." This stuffy language creates a barrier of formality - it's not only hard to understand but it's boring and not engaging, so it usually goes in one ear and out the other.
The same thing happens when I ask people to teach or present. If I ask that person to explain something to me, we'll sit down and have a conversation. They'll stop and check to make sure I'm still with them, they'll look at my face and see if I'm getting it, they'll make jokes and tell me about quirks. If I ask them to do something formal like "teach" they'll make power points and stand at the front of a room with an invisible wall between them and the learners. Once again, we have distance and boredom.
In both of these situations, people are treated a bit like machines - data is pushed out for them to consume, it's a very soulless form of education. I try to push people to stop teaching the way they were taught, through formal lectures and essays, and start teaching the way they learned, through conversations, experiences and laughter.
In this way, all education is a human dialogue where one who knows is trying to make a genuine connection to one who doesn't. The stronger this connection, the better the learning.
That's the idea at least.
I'm signing for a new house with my new wife today (second house, first wife) and we're super excited.
I'm still trying to get the hang of corporate training . So far I'm focusing on:
1. Showing people that the lecture format they've seen their entire life is a super inefficient way of learning,
2. No one here is going to give you permission, so just implement the smallest version of the plan as quick as possible.
3. Good communicators treat people like humans regardless of the setting.
And I finally beat the main story of witcher 3. Damn that's a good game.
That reminds me of the jellyfish story form Ishmael
- This story takes place half a billion years ago — an inconceivably long time ago, when this planet would be all but unrecognizable to you. Nothing at all stirred on the land, except the wind and the dust. Not a single blade of grass waved in the wind, not a single cricket chirped, not a single bird soared in the sky. All these things were tens of millions of years in the future. Even the seas were eerily still and silent, for the vertebrates too were tens of millions of years away in the future.
But of course there was an anthropologist on hand. What sort of world would it be without an anthropologist? He was, however, a very depressed and disillusioned anthropologist, for he’d been everywhere on the planet looking for someone to interview, and every tape in his knapsack was as blank as the sky. But one day as he was moping along beside the ocean he saw what seemed to be a living creature in the shallows off shore. It was nothing to brag about, just a sort of squishy blob, but it was the only prospect he’d seen in all his journeys, so he waded out to where it was bobbing in the waves.
He greeted the creature politely and was greeted in kind, and soon the two of them were good friends. The anthropologist explained as well as he could that he was a student of life-styles and customs, and begged his new friend for information of this sort, which was readily forthcoming. “And now,” he said at last, “I’d like to get on tape in your own words some of the stories you tell among yourselves.”
“Stories?” the other asked.
“You know, like your creation myth, if you have one.”
“What is a creation myth?” the creature asked.
“Oh, you know,” the anthropologist replied, “the fanciful tale you tell your children about the origins of the world.”
Well, at this, the creature drew itself up indignantly —at least as well as a squishy blob can do — and replied that his people had no such fanciful tale.
“You have no account of creation then?”
“Certainly we have an account of creation,” the other snapped. “But it is definitely not a myth.”
“Oh, certainly not,” the anthropologist said, remembering his training at last. “I’ll be terribly grateful if you share it with me.”
“Very well,” the creature said. “But I want you to understand that, like you, we are a strictly rational people, who accept nothing that is not based on observation, logic, and the scientific method.”
“Of course, of course,” the anthropologist agreed.
So at last the creature began its story. “The universe,” it said, “was born a long, long time ago, perhaps ten or fifteen billion years ago. Our own solar system — this star, this planet and all the others — seem to have come into being some two or three billion years ago. For a long time, nothing whatever lived here. But then, after a billion years or so, life appeared.”
“Excuse me,” the anthropologist said. “You say that life appeared. Where did that happen, according to your myth — I mean, according to your scientific account.”
The creature seemed baffled by the question and turned a pale lavender. “Do you mean in what precise spot?”
“No. I mean, did this happen on the land or in the sea?”
“Land?” the other asked. “What is land?”
“Oh, you know,” he said, waving toward the shore, “the expanse of dirt and rocks that begins over there. ”The creature turned a deeper shade of lavender and said, “I can’t imagine what you’re gibbering about. The dirt and rocks over there are simply the lip of the vast bowl that holds the sea.”
“Oh yes,” the anthropologist said, “I see what you mean. Quite. Go on.”
“Very well,” the other said. “For many millions of centuries the life of the world was merely microorganisms floating helplessly in a chemical broth. But little by little, more complex forms appeared: single-celled creatures, slimes, algae, polyps, and so on. “But finally,” the creature said, turning quite pink with pride as he came to the climax of his story, “but finally jellyfish appeared!”
Have you thought about doing something akin to feeds? You could use something like (SMMRY)[http://smmry.com/] to get the blurbs and probably the URL structure or something to make tags.
I mean, they're curating, but besides that there's no real added value. (actually, you can use their API to sort by top, so they don't even have a human curating.)
Whenever I see these fear of the future pieces, I'm always amazed at the author's in ability to think about the future in any kind of practical terms. Like, if we no longer died of old age, it wouldn't just be some switch that got flipped in everyone. It would be a long, drawn out, cost prohibitive change that would take years if not generations to trickle out. In that time, legislation would certainly be passed to deal with major issues, but minor issues would be addressed by shifting cultural norms or individual psychological changes. It's like the people who write these things claim to be imagining a world that's completely different, but it's really exactly the same except this one thing that would change everything.
On another note, I really hope Zuck doesn't run for office. The idea of the head (or former head) of facebook being any kind of public official just raises all kinds of privacy flags for me.
The GM mode isn't out yet but the first act of Divinity Original Sin 2 is in early access and it's really fun. The only problem is that your saves games get deleted every now and then when they push a big update, but it's kind of worth it for all the stuff they add. The full game, with GM mode, is supposed to hit sometime this year.
I've played DOS 1 a few times start to finish and it's one of my favorites. It's a great 2 player couch co-op (DOS2 will be 4 player) and it's the first game that I thought really got close to the "do anything" vibe of table tops.
That baba yaga is interesting. I associate that style with china or japan, so to see it used for slavic folk art seems odd to me.
Man, I can't work after reading things like this. It seems like the upheaval is getting very real and it's terrifying.