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Diary of Woe or the educator’s dream

I am sitting around again tonight solving some basic problems with programming and I was reading this interview with David Foster Wallace, so Mr. Wallace and i am chatting in my head, or more accurately he is giving me advice, “who does it have to be a video game?” he asks and quietly i am of course agreeing, silly me adding to this digital spectacle, but something in what Wallace says, my Wallace not the dead one, presents me with a kinda vision of society I hadn’t been privy to other wise, with out technophilia the u.s. Has no room to grow. If we weren’t in love with ipads, we wouldn’t be purchasing them. Modern literateis growing in spurts, imagine if we valued or saw progressions in language as we value modificstions in chip size, what would we think of colson whitehead’s calm acceptance of the creative life in apex hides the hurt? Would we find in jennifer egan’s recent writing a vertigo of emotion that uses time, subjective time not the type of clock cycles, to push meaning to its edge?

The third twave feminists present a unique vision of feminity (and one that often ignores gender dessent) but one of the things luce irigary argues is that genders can’t be equal, perfect equality just wouldn’t make the thing go. Adam Curtis’ recent documentary all watched over by machinesofi loving grace makes a similar point: our view of nature as balancedis flawed, ecosystem skitteri allover the equality spectrum, life outside of human societyis rarely even. We live in a culture though, or at least i livein a culture perhaps mostly a virtuality propped by my ignorance, that values technological consumption as a virtue, i won’t get into any devils and commodity fetishism, but this is a society very much so balanced on the idea of material goods as to ignore the cultural, immaterial goods such as software are somewhat well paid, while goods such ad maternity or teaching are fairly under valued. This brings me back to Wallace, in our little chat he seems to see no difference between a software engineer and a montessori teacher, and it makes mewonder. Teaching isn’t what those that can’t do as woody allen would have it, rather it is what those that expand empathy to degrees previously unseen, those who squinch and squelter to smplify and reduce ideas, those that try to advance understanding do. At that i see a value init higher than programming,t so much of software is just there to provide consumerism with an easy taget, so much of teaching is to provide people with the opportunities for production. Education grows in leaps and bounds it is merely that new platforms aren’t deployed withthe same vigor as our game consoles, american society should be more abreast on changes in teaching.


June 14, 2011 at 1:21 pm Leave a comment

Time Capsule Sunday April 24th 2011

On Koh Tao a group of British men come up to me and ask me why I’m a wearing a dress. “I’m a woman,” I pronounce, we all break out in laughter and then I explain my whole thing, that I think more like a women, that women are who I feel I understand. They say, “thanks for being honest.” and then they go.
Most of my time in Koh Tao I spend alone. I met two guys on the bus who help get me down to Chumporn. In Chompon the hostel owner explains to us that there is a karoake bar where the girls can’t sing, but for 2000 baht you can do whatever you want with them. He also mentions an English teacher from Canada who broken up with his girlfriend from Canada here, but whom “can’t get used to Thai women”. Thai women?

Ying is overweight and always so nice. Gem is a little sketchy, I can’t tell if she likes me, but Ying is precious, she loves us so. I’m at a summer camp with Reina and I’m concerned at first if Reina will like me or not, but when we get in the cab she actually seems to be glad to be there. Teaching another summer camp at the same school turns out to be boring. I don’t have the same energy, my lesson plans drip down into that abandon, that big place called “I don’t wanna be here anymore,” Bangkok is increasingly clean. The city I came to of ladyboys and gay scenes stretching street stops is shrinking, Gene has even been kicked out Sukhumvhit clubs. Bangkok has a strange dynamism to it, the (conservative?) culture of sexpats, so obsessed with the hetero-normative that they buy women in order to preserve the veneer. Then the queer culture underneath, but the two get along in Bangkok at least fairly fine, Pattaya seems to be where the less opened mind end up. In Chompoon I met a ladyboy, the first one in what seems like years. I didn’t want to sleep with her, but her Thai, I could almost touch her language. It was nice to talk to someone however brief. She made herself scarce quick.

Reina with the amazing last name (Pruksajarnsiri) is increasingly an organized teacher, the years it took me to become organized she has mastered in a matter of months. I’m actually just adding her name because my stats page shows people googling their names all the time, so I wanna see if she finds hers quick enough. My android ap and processing processes impress Alex Mercury who is surprisingly in town, Cyncerie is back in Portland, probably up to nothing good with a clean gin fizz and a pitcher of beer, Vinni is doing some type of project on the ceiling at lush, my processings have to adjusted, the usual light problems and then the fact that my projector is so low res that the exploded picture on the wall starts to suck… and that my webcam maxes out at 640 x 480 resolution. I think the next one will need to be sans camera, maybe something with the cellphone.

Journals have been a major part of this blog, and I’ve found them secretly cached away and then googled by friends and associates, it’s funny to read the hold ones, so just take this as a time capsule Andrew Lyle Jones April 24th, transgender warrior of sorts, prolific cross dresser, pseudo-homosexual, drinker of gin fizz, wanna be programmer, expert English Teacher. A man worried about the future of Bangkok.

April 24, 2011 at 7:47 am Leave a comment


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