807. On the Perspective Nature of Reality

“The world, as I see it, is a remarkable place.” — Jason Mraz

A year or so ago I found myself invested in a series of movies that tackled reality; specifically how we all perceive reality in different ways. Shutter Island, Inception, and Suckerpunch all dealt with the different shapes reality takes, all admitting that reality is subjective. It is not difficult to agree with that point of view, especially when one considers that the very idea of ‘point of view’ exists. Here is a simple POV trick I learned from my dean: Take your hand, extend the index finger and point that hand straight into the sky. You should be looking up at your hand. Slowly roll your wrist in a clockwise fashion. Now as you continue moving that hand clockwise, lower your arm so that you are eye level to your hand. Now lower that arm so it is waist level. You should be looking down at your hand. What happens to your perception of the direction your hand is moving?

That simple trick indicates how perspective shapes perception. Merely shifting the angle at which we see something may change how we see that thing. Consider then how emotion can shape reality. I am writing this while watching DMV workers, merely an hour into their shift, approach critical mass. From my perspective their anger and apparent disgust towards customers feels like an overreaction. However, when I consider their perspective from behind the desk, I suspect there may be some legitimacy to that rage. See, I am seeing customer confusion and slow moving tendencies for the first time. They see it 4-5 days a week.

Right here a physicist would stop me and say, quite rightly, that these people are experiencing an identical reality. Perhaps, but being a social scientist, I also recognize that their histories, attitudes, and current physical state affect how they perceive that reality, and furthermore, their perspective is key in determining that perspective.

A cop and a crook walk into a bank and see a robbery in progress. What do they look for? This comes down to role, an aspect of perspective. So, to cut it short, the main lesson from this is to be aware of your own perspective and those of others perceiving the same situation. Use that knowledge, as opposed to just your own point of view, in order to shape a 360 view of the situation.

Some thoughts:
1. I’ve been thinking a lot about grading and the role it plays in teaching. My students, for the most part, are in the class to receive a grade. It is the carrot that compels them to study and retain information for long enough to complete whatever assessment I can create in order to determine if they have retained information for said limited timeframe. This is not learning. So, I am considering moving to a more comprehensive mastery model. In this model students are required to complete an online remediation program that is designed to continue testing them until they reach a mastery level (80 or perhaps 90%). If I can tie this into their grade in a significant way (make it worth half the grade?) then their ability to pass is intrinsically tied to their ability to master the content. Given my proclivity to games, I can also tie higher levels of mastery (100%?) to additional class bonuses like the removal of an assignment or overall grade points or some way to do both. Now I need to. Create the same sort of mastery system for essays–maybe using the existing rubric as a guideline. You write 3 essays and cannot get a grade below a B. I keep sending it back until you hit that 80% threshold. Those who don’t make it by the time class ends (or by a drop dead due date) don’t get credit. In other words, they become the C students.

2. This brings up the argument of what does a C grade mean? C reflects average, right? Perhaps that is a longer discussion for another day.

806. Thoughts on Monetization while watching a cow sell chicken.

Today’s post comes from a Chick-fil-A where I just spent $19 on what amounts to three kids meals and a chicken sandwich. This is not a complaint but a fact of reality. Nowadays a cup of coffee is upwards of $3.00 and date night costs as much as a yearly membership to most kids’ or a month at a really nice Gym. Such is the price of life in America, and we pay it, because we feel these prices are a bargain compared to what we could be paying in other places. Last night my wife got a bit upset with Walmart. There are many reasons she could and should be pissed at the ‘mart, but this fresh anger was brought on by their online store. She saw some outdoor furniture priced in the $3000 range. She felt it was ludicrous and it is, but I am also sure it exists because people will buy it at that price, which brings me to my point of the day.

The worlds financial engine is predicated largely on the principles of supply and demand. Where there is significant supply and little demand, prices are low. Where there is the reverse the reverse will likely be true. A wise businessman can manipulate these factors, artificially raising or lowering one or the other in order to create value. Meanwhile, the value of fixed and plentiful items remains the value that is most often manipulated, like water. That was monetized in a major way in our lifetimes.

I am no economist, but I am curious to know what will be the next big monetization. We monetized failure with the creation of derivatives, so anything is possible. Maybe we can monetize birth rates.

Some Thoughts:
1. I was thinking about souls and what happens when the well of souls is full. Will, at some point in creation, all the lives ever lived need to be recycled because we have reached the limit of all imprinted souls in creation? What would it be like to wake up 876 trillion years into the future. What would reality look like?

805. Reflections on a Monday Night

I need p90x.

Perhaps not the actual product, but the hard-hitting muscle confusion routines built into the program. Two years back (or so) I stumbled on to a site called bodyrock.tv. For a handful of weeks earlier in the year I dabbled in the routines, finding that I felt much better on the days I worked out. Now I know that exercise makes me healthier and more energetic, but I can see how so many people feel like that isn’t enough to want to do it.
My Mother-in-law was just in town, and she is endemic of the problems I am talking about. Of course it all swirls back towards motivation–the difference between thinking about doing it and doing it. Something holds her back from taking care of herself. IMHO, it is a high level of untreated depression, but I am no doctor, just a son-in-law who sees things. Of course, I am also the guy munching on a brownie while I write this and expecting to have a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie a la mode after a burger and fry dinner. Will I work out tonight? Unlikely. I know I need to do it, but I simply do not do it. That change of behavior has not come.
Some Thoughts:
1. I mentioned the mom-in-law thing earlier. I didn’t mention that she will no longer be moving out to AZ to join us. The kids are too much for her. She prefers their quiet and civilized cousin, but for whatever reason refuses to live with that bunch either. I think it is a good thing that we know she is never going to move in. She’s talked about doing it for the last five years, and her waffling really shaped our home buying options. We bought in order to accommodate her and her husband, but now we don’t have to do that. On the other hand, now we have bedrooms for each of the boys should they choose to split up. The waffling annoyed me more than the choice itself. I want her to be happy and she is clearly not happy with, nor does she actually even enjoy, her oldest two grandchildren. I respect that she feels (and others do as well) that they are too boisterous, but I don’t think that is a terrible quality in 5 and 7 year olds. The 3 year old is swiftly marching down that same path. The other path they are all marching down is one of fierce determination and strong will. This is what I want from them, and their behaviors are certainly a healthy side effect of that.
2. Being in a place after writing about that place for years can be a humbling experience. Seattle is such a different city from the one I built up on paper that I feel guilty for not going sooner. Again, the one thing that I can take from this moving forward is the idea of hills. The one thing I can take from the experience is that as a writer you need to see where you write about in order to be authentic. The best place to learn about any city is in its many bars. I didn’t get a chance to explore the watering holes to my satisfaction, so next summer I’m rocking a timeshare.
3. Working out of the Basha’s Starbucks in Maricopa. They left the TV on the weight loss channel, so I am bombarded with attacks from p90x and Sensa. I suppose the universe is sending me a message.

804. Finding comfort in not knowing

Well, they did it again.
This post was a digression into the importance of being able to say “I don’t know.” because there is this strange expectation for you to know everything, especially as a professor. What I learned in college was that professors tend to focus their instruction very narrowly so it reflects their precise and limited field of knowledge. The effect is the appearance of being all-knowing. Let me be clear: nobody can know everything about anything. Information will always be waiting to be discovered.

This truth stuck me dumb many years ago when I was a drug rehab counselor. I became familiar with the AA mantra, “grant me the wisdom to accept the things I cannot change and the courage to change the things I can.” i am likely misquoting here, so we will call it paraphrasing. The message is clear. You must be willing to embrace the truths in order to move forward and change what you can. In terms of this argument, you must be able to accept that you do not have all the answers in order to move into learning mode and try to gain more knowledge about a subject you once presumed you knew everything about.

I learn more about teaching every day. I study film, writing, science, anything I can wrap my mind around in order to become more knowledgeable about the world we live in. I recognize that I know very little, and this makes me happy, because it means I have more to learn and more to do in life. Learning is like a fuel that fills the engine of desire.

803. Eight ‘O Three

This will be the second time I make this post. The first fell victim to the sticky hands of a three year old boy. He erased the post ‘accidentally’. A lot of accidents popped up in the hours following my arrival. It leads to the conclusion that they do cause more problems when both parents are around. I thought the distance might reset me, which it did partially. But their speedy return to negative behavior highlights a need to be recognized–for good or worse, and I know that I need to stay aware of that before tumbling into the old routines that did us no good to begin with.

I am being reflective.
Everything I tell you about learning and writing winds back to that idea of being reflective. Reflection is a huge part of meta-cognition, which means thinking about how you think, and even thinking about what it means to think at all. Trust me, there is no universally accepted definition of what thinking is.

Some thoughts:
1. This morning my boys were talking about the past and one remarked to the other, “you weren’t alive yet.” I listened to that and thought about what that meant. What were we before we were alive. If it is true that matter cannot be created nor destroyed then we existed in some state, even if it means we were not us.

2. Sleepy. It is too early to sleep, but the desire is there. Maybe I will just lay here for a while…

802. Mission Success

This one is all about me.

My trip to Seattle/Olympia was hugely successful. Not only was it a great opportunity to escape the daily grind, but I also learned many valuable lessons that I can employ in my classroom next semester. Sadly, next semester is a few weeks away and I still have an ebook and a novel series proposal to write. I did layout the general plot and order of all 11 books, so there’s that. However, I didn’t get down to HBS studios to touch base with the good folks of Shadowrun: Returns. That warrants another trip to Seattle itself.

Another wonderful side effect of the trip is the ability to really understand Seattle geographically, to take note of how hilly the city is and to now incorporate that verticalness into some of the work I am doing with Shadowrun right now. Fluff and Smoke is finished, but the weekly release schedule gives me a chance to clean it up just a speck. As for the other projects, I cannot speak to what I am doing (NDA) other than to say that I am working on my first ebook and it is going to be a good one, and one based on a great amount of research and library hours. I hope folks enjoy it as much as I am enjoying putting it together.

I am looking forward to going home and putting together a few hours with my family. Maybe we’ll build things. Maybe we sing, or laugh, or just play. I have missed them, despite the overwhelming need to clear out of there before I stroked out. Going back is like having a fresh start. It reminds me what I have been missing and I’m missing the hell out of my wife. The funny thing about love is that it suffers from daily attention. Absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder, and if it does not then you are no longer in love.

In love I am, with my lovely lady, with my family, with my writing. That last part took quite some time and even some separation, but my love of the written language and belief that I still can write ‘competitively’ returned over the past year. I feel like I am on the way up once again, and I know that confidence is going to shine through in the words I create. I also know that it is communicable. Like small pox, I want that love, passion, and dedication to writing to run through crowds of students empowering these emerging learners to be arbiters of their own futures as opposed to sheep, herded by talking heads and highly paid marketing execs. Once upon a time I was in the same spot they were and people rose from the darkness to show me the way forward. I’ve started to remember that I have a duty to pay that forward.

Some Thoughts:
1. The couple in front of me is sitting next to a young attractive man and the wife is clearly into this guy. Hubby doesn’t seem to care that she has been chatting dude up since he asked to sit beside them. I get the sense that she loves a conversation and her husband does not. Be careful, bub. Conversations are great, but the way she keeps leaning into that dude is not so great, for you at least.
2. The horizon is a straight line bordered by blue sky and white clouds.
3. Seattle’s downtown mimics the architecture of lower manhattan with a flare for the dramatic in places. The people are different, like New Yorkers from a planet that moves much slower than or own and dips itself in tattoo ink every 7 years. Nevertheless that production bump I get from NYC lives strong in SEA.
4. I get to coach two basketball games tomorrow morning. I am missing some of my top players from each team, and I have not even seen my team in a week. @whee!
5. Michelle Casillas of Ursa Minor is kinda my hero right now. She had a dream and went out and did it. Not just that. She did it well and found recognition in people who know her craft. That is pretty bad ass. Sounds easy, right? It isn’t. Most of us don’t have the talent or work ethic to be successful and that is why Walmart has as many employees as it does. I don’t want to be Walmart man. I want to be a lot like Michelle C.

801. On dialogue tags

Of the many rules I learned in writing, the use of ‘said’ remains among the most controversial. According to some, the use of said is mandatory. You should end or begin a line of dialogue in this fashion and this fashion alone. However, other famous authors and practically all of my editors deplore the over usage of said as a dialogue tag. Here is an example of how said vs, other tags changes the temperature of a story:

“I didn’t think you were that type of person.” Taro said.
“You didn’t want to.” Rati said. “It wasn’t much of a secret.”

This version strips away any intentionality from the dialogue tags and forces the reader to focus on the language as a way to understand the situation. How does changing the flat tags to emphatic tags modify meaning?

“I didn’t think you were that type of person.” Taro spat.
“you didn’t want to.”Rati smirked. “it wasn’t much of a secret.”

In this second version the author, me in this case, intentionally forces the reader to interpret the words in a specific way. I do the work for you. Instead of making you dive into the context on your own, I give you a ladder and walk you down into that context. I suppose it could be called a matter of audience. Typically speaking, you want to do more hand holding with younger readers, so it could be the case that the more mature (from a sense of ability to interpret literature) the audience is, the less likely you are to want to use dialogue tags.

This is just speculation here, and don’t take it as fact. What is fact is the dichotomy between plain tag and flare tag writing. There are differences there, which affect the meaning of the writing.

Some thoughts:
1. Very few people pull of the bald head very well. I think you need to have the face and head shape for it. I likely do not, though the recent hair loss means I soon may have no choice. I met a guy who pulls it off rather nicely and it made me believe that facial hair may play a pivotal role too. In other words, bald and nicely groomed is good, but bald and letting your facial hair run wild is not so good.

2. WordPress does not support automatically numbered lists as far as I know. I’m okay with that. It just means spaces between the numbers; another formatting change to a blog that is still evolving.

3. My ghost armor on my iPad is heavily damaged. It keeps peeling, and I think it is the result of the climate shift. The iPad and I are in Washington where the air has moisture. I installed it in Arizona where the moisture is lacking.

800. Waiver Wednesday

Lucky number 800 falls on a Wednesday and just in time to drive me back into a sports conversation. This 1o minute talk isn’t so much about the playing of sports as it is about the paying of sports. The off season is about contract negotiations and maneuvering around those fairness rules designed to keep all the best players from loading up on one team.

We know from Ray Allen’s defection to the Heat that the rules are broken. In fact, they’ve been broken in spirit for a long time. The way the rules are broken are not the way it seems on the surface. The way the rules are broken is that they unduly penalize teams for bad signings. The Knicks signed a slew of players who they thought were good and would work together. Fast forward to 2012 and we are looking at a team that needs to manipulate the system through sign and trade in order to get enough mid-level players to form a deep veteran bench. They are so hopelessly over the salary cap that signing a guy like Jeremy Lin, a decent but flash in the pan player, is going to cost them a huge penalty in the long run. Worst of all, cutting players doesn’t solve the problem. The only way to unload mistakes is to trade them to a team, leveraging away your future, in most cases, to do so.

The Knicks have a deep front court but cannot afford a backcourt or any players of the caliber needed to slow down the Heat, or perhaps even the Nets at this point. My personal belief is that Carmelo is the problem. While a gifted scorer, he is simply a black hole on the offensive end of the court. Once he gets the ball, it is not going to be in anyone else’s hand, effectively making him the end-user of the offensive play. Like a geek with a laptop, he will only pass it back to an experienced offensive technician in the event a problem arises he can’t handle himself. We know how rarely he believes that happens. There is a theory that he needs the ball to stay motivated, to find his shot, etc. unfortunately, he is teemed with spot op shooters and drivers that need a dynamic passing point guard to coexist. He cannot coexist with said point, and this has created offensive struggles, the only reason we didn’t see that in the playoffs is because the point guard in question was not there.

The Knicks cannot move ‘melo, even if they wanted to. Nobody wants that monstrous contract. S they need to commit to building around him, which they can hardly do given cap restraints. So, as a result of poor planning over the years, they won’t be good for many more years unless the players they have become the players NY needs them to be and in a hurry.

799. On human interaction and core need

Some time ago Maslow penned his hierarchy of needs. This was meant to classify, and to a certain extent quantify, the needs that every human has. I believe he was successful in establishing a base to which we can all ascribe individual needs. I do think it bears mentioning that we layer interactions in a way that obscures and even controverts these needs. I’m talking about the way we interact on a daily basis in social circles. All of it points back to Maslow, but it is so layered by the root differences in how we interpret information and how we send information that it has become a science (psychology) to peel back those layers in order to reach back to the root of what an individual is trying to achieve through action.

Once upon a time I had a colleague that was always angry. She wasn’t ‘in your face’ angry, but she wore this incredible burden of, ‘you don’t have it as bad as I do, so you can never understand my reality.’ This was probably true for her. The perception of ease and entitlement she wore was built from her difficulties and lack of entitlement, so understanding her point of view in relationship to my own was darn near impossible. That relationship was further hindered by my ‘shit happens, so go get a shovel’ approach to life. However, I really wanted to know what lived at the core of that feeling. Where is Maslow was this coming from? I believe now that it came from that love-belonging stage, or one step further at the level of esteem, where in a sense her esteem may be tied to external attitude and reflective of those around her. I.e. “how can you say these things and act this way while I am going through what I am going through. You need to be knocked down a peg or two.”

I can certainly relate to that feeling. I understand feeling like you or your situation is not recognized or even under appreciated, heck, at the core of my being is a man who is not recognized as valuable–in the way he wants to be recognized as valuable–by his family and peers. I will probably right a book about that one day, about how that feeling at first drove my writing and then murdered it, but that is a topic for another day. The feeling behind that topic is that same core motivation I believe made that colleague, and many other people behave in a bitchy way. It made them unlivable to a certain type of person who they felt was a challenge to their sense of things and order in the world.

This turned into a bit of a ramble, but the moral of the story is that at the core of all interaction is personal need and the quicker you can recognize the core human need that someone is trying to fulfill in their interaction with you, the faster you will find your way to better relationships and better communications with those around you.

Some Thoughts:
1. 3 blanket night last night. We don’t have heat in the basement level of this dorm where I am staying. Despite the suddenly cold night, I really have enjoyed being out here amongst the trees.
2. I think one of the core questions one should ask of any current and or perspective employee is: in a perfect world, what does your job and your workplace look like. Stay on them until they give a real answer. Don’t accept the ‘my job is lying on a beach in Miami crap’ because that is not true. Explain that it must exist in parameters of state and, to a lesser extent, function.
3. Writing hard right now. Loving it like a fat kid loves cake.

798. Human Noise

One of the oldest memes I know follows the idea that writers work alone. We hole up in black caves or forest hideaways joined by our thoughts and a bottle of Jim Beam, perhaps even absinthe, if we can find it. This may be true for some, but the majority of writers I know deplore these conditions. In fact, I am most prolific when writing in a crowded space, when human noise washes over me, separating me from any possible distraction.

Human noise is conversation, it is the slamming of doors, the skidding of feet on carpet, the heavy breaths of a walker who has gone too far too fast. It is arguments and washing machines and ringing phones. Human noise is a refrigerator hard at work while light jazz eeks out from recessed speakers. It lives in common rooms, in Starbucks cafe’s, in the subtle glances of waitresses at the Village Inn curious to why you hold their table for hours.

Walden claimed that he went off into the woods for months to pen his work, but the truth is he craved human noise. He would trudge back into the city and seek out human contact before returning to his isolation and his words. I have tried to write in the way we are told to imagine Walden wrote and I too opted for an escape. I found my way to diners and Walmart McDonald’s, Fry’s Marketplace, and anywhere that promised a chair and a half decent cup of coffee. That human noise drags the words out of me and leaves me feeling fulfilled and refreshed in the way that only walking the streets of New York comes close to duplicating. Even there I would stop at a corner, at a bench or a bus stop and pen a few words before moving on. I would look up at the sky, catching hold of a thought and follow it to its eventual conclusion. There is a happiness in the bustle of life that silence cannot bring, and I am grateful for it.

Some Thoughts:
1. Being at Evergreen State College invokes feelings of summer camp in New York. Everything is tucked away and surrounded by trees. We are literally a forest that sprouted buildings and fields. I am having a good time with good people, and looking forward to the next few days.
2. That being said, times like this always remind me how different and out of place I feel around academics, that sense of not belonging also triggers memories of youth when I was one of three or four black kids in my school. This modern difference is not of race but of reason. I feel like the only sci-fi geek in the group. I feel unique in other ways too, but I find that uniqueness always feels like a separator as opposed to something that makes me one of them, and that leaves me feeling very much alone.