10 Minute Rule

Ten minutes from now I’ll say, “and that’s all there is to say on the matter.” The matter in question is my understanding of intelligence and a revision, I think, of a longstanding belief that everyone is secretly smart.

You’re probably already saying, ‘no, dude, everyone is decidedly not secretly smart’. I used to disagree with good reason. We quantify and qualify genius through outdated testing and criteria. Genius doesn’t necessarily refer to one’s IQ. I feel like genius is a more situational terminology. For example, no one would ever accuse Iceberg Slim of being an MIT Scholar. He was, on the other hand, an extraordinary pimp much in the way that Mike Tyson was an exemplary boxer and boxing logician. While known for raw power, Tyson understood the nuance of intimidation, ring positioning, punch strategy, and so on. I am talking about scions of specific professions, but my belief was more basic than that. I felt like each of us had some area of expertise in our lives in which we were quite intelligent.

 

Now I feel like some people are straight dumb.

 

I’m not trying to be mean-spirited or condescending (though I’ve been recently reminded of my oft occasion to do the latter), I’m just at the point where I recognize the role that effort plays in intelligence. In other words, I realize the people and situational intelligence I credit has far more to do with effort and innovation than it does with actual intelligence. These people merely were not lazy. They decided that they cared so completely about one thing or another that it superseded their natural desire to lay sideways on the couch drooling to the staccato of the Itchy and Scratchy Show. I have recently discovered that this level of drive/effort is in of itself a rare thing, which gave me a new perspective on intelligence. Smart is something nearly anyone can achieve with a baseline intellect and a heck of a lot of hard work. Lazy smart requires a level of intellect that far exceeds average.

 

Lazy smart means that your raw intellect makes you capable of being very good at a very large number of things with little effort. This is particularly noticeable when seen in contrast with those who don’t have that raw intellect and put in the same amount of work as lazy smart people but with far worse results. Once I watched a student turn in a final paper she’d written in front of me only hours before it was due. I had the fortune of watching her friend do the same thing in the same room for the same teacher. One student walked out with a great paper and one was, well, crap. At first I dismissed this as one student having a better grasp of the basics of language and perhaps more extensive training prior to contact with me. Both of these things may still be true but what I read in those two papers can no longer be dismissed. One student exhibited a considerable depth of critical thinking and the other had all the depth of a rock skipping across water.

 

In the end it comes down to the ability to think critically. The depth of that capacity seems proportional to the depth of one’s intellect. If you can think enough to consider the important questions and think on the ramifications thereof, you have smarts (street or otherwise). If you can’t think of any questions, you’re just dumb. This semester I encountered some powerful thinkers and some people who were not so powerful. When asked, students tell me that they can’t be bothered with thinking critically about stuff they don’t care about or see the benefit of. I say to them: If you cannot reach the conclusion that coming up with important questions and finding the motivation to succeed in something where the immediate benefits cannot be seen, then I cannot ever call you smart.

And that’s all there is to say on the matter.

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Caribe Devine is a local newscaster who, by name, could easily be mistaken for a stripper.
2. On a completely unrelated but far more meaningful note, Charles Babbage began work on his analytical engine back in 1834.

I am considering how to make the summer basketball experience super spectacular for all parties involved. I want to take a page from my son’s football coach who was adamant about the team having custom duffel bags for each player. I want to go there but with drawstring backpacks and possibly water bottles. This is all swag, of course, but it is my experience that the swag and the look is often a part of the experience. Kids like looking and feeling cool, and while the sport itself and winning games is super fun and super important, imagine earning something they can tote around for a few years with the memory of that incredible summer season and all the fun and relationships they formed.

Short post… I’m not great these days.

Some Thoughts:

1. Back in 1833 A train derailed in Highstown, NJ killing two. This is the earliest recorded train derailment causing death. I bring it up because yesterday almost 51 miles away from the site of that crash an Amtrak train went off the rails going twice the posted speed limit killing 7 people.
2. Speaking of speed limits, I was pulled over by a cop who said he clocked me speeding… this is after he chased me down from my town over 5 miles and locked on my car vs. all the others that were driving past me and ticketed me for “waste of a finite resource” really?

Students are constantly asking me, “why don’t you just teach us how to write?” My response is canned at this point. Writing is a form of communication with a nuance and set of rules, but writing is really just communication and in order to do that you need to have something worth saying. It is for that reason that I teach my classes through any number of critical thinking lenses. Lately I’ve been my own guinea pig, testing classroom concepts on myself. The one that I find to be extremely important is where I sit down at the end of the day and assess everything I’ve done that day. I write it down in a list and work to make sense out of it.

What are my habits, who do I talk to, where is the best work taking place, where does the time go? As a result I find my productivity has risen, because I cannot justify to myself an entire day of sitting around and watching Gilmore Girls. Today, for example, I finished off my son’s present (a homemade loot crate) just in time for it to be given to him. I got a quote for some backyard work–two, actually. I cleaned up my dog a bit. I cleaned up the garage a very little bit. I made dinner. I put away most of my laundry…

Things get pretty sketchy after that.

The point is that writing down the things I do have helped me to identify the things I don’t do and compare that to the reality I am trying to create for myself. I find the exercise to be very useful, especially to cluttered people like myself who is prone to slipping into dangerous fits of wasting time…

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Did you know that Greece became independent in 1832. Now they’re defaulting on debts. That was fast…

4,206

That is the number of novel projects currently seeking funding on Kickstarter. The idea is that a crowd of interested readers gives money to a writer in exchanged for tiered prizes, often including the novel itself. I am thinking very seriously about producing a kickstarted novel if for nothing more than the experience and the opportunity.

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That is the number of online classes I’ll be redesigning and teaching this summer. There is a lot of work to be done and I still need to solve the problem of a shared publishing forum, but I am on my way.

I’ll probably be keeping strange hours trying to develop the classes and get back into the rhythm of novel writing. It means a lot of water and potato chips–the fuel a writer needs to stay in the groove for a long long time…

Some Thoughts:

1. As far as history goes, 1831 was a fairly boring year outside of what is now the U.S. and her territories.  What there was largely included death and war. More death and war here as Nat Turner led a slave rebellion.
2. We are in a terrible political cycle that is fueled by the 24 hr news cycle. Once upon a time news used to be about reporting a story that had been fully researched. Now CNN regularly quotes random tweeters–one from the right and one from the left–as an example of what the zeitgeist is thinking.

A ton of fiction writers and some who write true life stories about the afterlife speak of the in-between. To most it is that place we go after death and prior to judgement–a halfway house for the determined to be damned. The Matrix symbolized the place as a train station where Neo found himself waiting to be in one place or the other. For me this is the best possible term to describe the upcoming few weeks. As finals roll in I am no longer in ‘teacher mode’ yet I am not on vacation (which will only last perhaps a week) I am in my own in-between, trying to capture a few moments of solitude and self reflection before I am thrust headlong into the the next thing.

While I am here I can note that last year was sub par. The work I did at the office was way below what I am capable of and while I did produce some decent fiction in my soul’s line of work, I could’ve done more and more efficiently and effectively. In some ways I am still learning how to be a writer. I think I always will be.

More tomorrow. My ten is almost up…

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Interesting tidbit about 1830. On one particular fateful trading day only 31 shares moved across the NYSC. Compare that to now where 10 times that (at least) move every microsecond.
2. I’ve been reading some more Neal Stephenson and have come to identify with his remarks about how science fiction writers often become inordinately familiar with history. I’m paraphrasing here, but the man has a good point. You have to know history to understand how it effects and often creates the future.

I used to have these dreams. They were similar to the Butterfly Effect in that I had a talisman and it allowed me to move back in forth in time. I would use these moments to find ways to gather money in order to fly back into the future and be wealthy. I suppose I became a capitalist at a young age. I don’t think it is ever going away.

I want things. I’ve bred kids who want things and shine brightest when they can see and feel the coolness of the item or the moment. It is something that led me to turn my loft into a major gaming den and to spend a significant amount of my summer upgrading the space to be even better. After a brief tour of the gamer cave at the local multitainment center I thought to myself, I can do that.

Perhaps I actually will…

 

Some Thoughts:

1. I all too often wear my heart on my sleeve, which is terrible for poker and professional life. On the other hand, that is exactly who I am and who I will continue to be.
2. When Andrew Jackson was inaugurated in 1829 people rioted and even tried to crash the inaugural ball. Needless to say, people have hated political counterparts for a long time in this country.

I took a few moments to watch the LA Clippers blow out the Rockets. Its a 31 point lead as I write this blog, but that isn’t the most interesting part of the game. Courtside tickets at a Clippers game go for $1100, yet the balance of people on the sidelines was an interesting mesh of tatted up dudes, rich youngsters, and old suits. In many ways it seemed to represent the new LA rich and that set of wealth is very colorful and seemingly different from the LA Lakers set.

There is not much more to say about that or anything else really. I’m tired and in one of those moods where I want to talk about relationships and being a single dad and all of that juicy stuff, but I don’t have the energy to get a lot more out than what you see here.

 

Some Thoughts:

1. The great military leader Shaka Zulu was assassinated back in 1828. I wonder how great his legacy would have been had he lived a bit longer. Would we be talking about his teachings? Would he have his own series of war games?

I’m trying to turn over a new leaf but the damn thing is flopping and twisting as though powered by gale force winds sent down from the heavens to reject my promise. That is to say that circumstance (and some modicum of laziness) makes it difficult for me to excel in the way I see fit. I feel this will all change shortly. I will see the doctor and get whatever neck issue is going on with me fixed. I will see the inside of a gym more than once a week. I will get a priority list going and make the most of it. I think the listing, while it is painful for me to rarely finish one, is an effective means of getting my crap together. Should I find a way to successfully negotiate that, i’ll be back in the driver’s seat.

Well, I never left the drivers seat. I just fell asleep at the wheel.

Forty years have taught me that the only people who don’t have vices are the one’s not willing to admit them. My vice is distraction. The more time I have, the more I can become deeply distracted and fall into black hole projects (like binge watching) instead of focusing on what is productive and crucial. On the flip side, if I have no free time I seize up like a car engine that just realized there isn’t any oil left.  So the trick is to figure out that perfect balance that keeps me productive but doesn’t ruin me in the process…

Some Thoughts:

1. The first black-run newspaper opened its doors in 1827. The paper, Freedom’s Journal, was a four page, four column weekly rag founded by black church workers.
2. The Blacklist ran a false flag episode. Ironic as one is still taking place in Garland, Texas. People need to be paying attention to this thing…
3. Late Note — My ‘nerd fast’ internet failed last night so this post is going out absurdly late.

A lot to say tonight but none of it really goes together. Seems like the perfect night for…

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Some takeaways from watching my son’s football practice tonight–They’re gonna go undefeated. This game this weekend is a mismatch, which means a perfect record for the boys. I think he’s ready for the fall season and that level of competition. I also think the kids he plays with can handle a no-huddle offense. Smart boys who always seem to have an idea of how to execute. We are nearly at the point where coach can call plays in under 10 seconds. I didn’t watch the entire practice. I spent the second half spending time with my about-to-be-six year old prepping him for the next 6-7 season. He’s ready. He’s developing a great throwing arm and learning the offense very quickly. It isn’t tough–I rely on three routes with very simple names. I’m thinking about adding a fourth… Of course, I see my assistant coach running the offense next season–as much as it hurts to give it up. I need to work on his aggressiveness–especially on defense. He struggles with attacking the flag. Given a chance to run a practice at soccer I’d add the 50/50 drill to help train in that aggressive tendency.
2. Speaking of soccer, the mid-kid is doing outstanding in his tryouts for the U11 team, which is crazy, because he’s 8 and has only been 8 for like a week. This is not me bragging this is me freaking out after I saw the fees. How do you tell a kid who is so proud that you can’t pay the $1500+ these guys want from you?
3. I need a day off. I’ve had a few hours a few days and that felt sort of wonderful, but I was constantly nagged by impending responsibility. I need a full day–24 hours of gleeful reset.
4. #wealthies are very very stupid.
5. The Garland shooting story is going away very fast as news media shifts its attention to ISIS and their ‘potential’ involvement. However, the more I dig, the more the story falls apart. Tell me why there were no other human beings anywhere near the shooting. By no one I mean no protestors, no bystanders, no one. Tell me also why none of the so-called artists in the contest that were competing for the 10k actually attended the event… Those are just a few of the many questions that lead me to believe this was a False Flag situation.
6. Speaking of false flags, back in 1826 we had the so-called ‘auspicious incident’ in which Ottoman Sultan Mahmud II claimed the Janissary Corps had revolted and as a result was able to arrest and murder 6,000 in order to get the nearly 140k order in line…

 

I’m writing this post without the benefit of technology and it serves as a startling reminder of how dependent I’ve become on tech. For example, last night at 2 AM when I was trying to sleep but had this old memory stuck in my head, I popped open my commlink (read: cellphone) and downloaded an app to allow me to access my ‘capstone’ server and access the file. Then I routed that file through my phone to play on my TV. Once upon a time I would’ve gone downstairs and looked through a cabinet for the file, but this was techy and thus a lot better. Also, It was 2 AM and I was simultaneously lazy, tired, unable to sleep, and too stubborn to take the tech free approach to the problem. This is how I’ve come to live.

 

Technology is just another tool that allows the world to see the worst version of ourselves. I personally expose my innards on a daily basis in ten minute doses in a way that is far less intimate than the notebooks I used to keep, but at the same time is far more accountable. We are all apparently more accountable as a species now. When my mother, who is presently languishing half a continent away, calls me I can’t call and say ‘sorry I wasn’t home’ because there is no home phone. If I cannot talk I am normally expected to be able to text and if I cannot text, there is a nifty feature that allows me to vocalize a text into the phone to at least relay the message that texting isn’t an option. I am dependent on that tech and often wonder if I could function without these electricity driven devices. Remember, I’m the guy who used to watch at least two hours of TV everyday. Imagine what dreams could come in that time…

 

When I started weaning myself off of cable it was more about money than the need to stop filling my head with junk and smut. Now the need and value of the act is shifting as a direct result of watching how dependent I am on my daily fixes and routines. I need to learn to be tech independent.

 

I need to do it before the zombies get here…

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Obviously I found my way online.
2. Now that I’m here I plan to research this Texas shooting and do so very thoroughly. Something feels wrong about the whole thing. One passage from an article states that “Gunfire reverberated around the complex, from the two gunmen, the armed officer and a nearby SWAT team — four of whom fired high-powered rifles, according to a source familiar with the officers involved.” Now that article goes on to promote a single police officer armed with a .45 as killing both of the armored assailants. I’m going on to call bullshit. Something feels staged…
3. If all the world is a stage then 1825 was the opening act for a much later cold war. This is year that the Russian/Canadian boundary was established and was also the year John Q. Adams took office as the sixth president and tried to make his mark as someone beginning a global agenda.