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Monday Afternoon Ramblings


Here’s another illustration of what’s wrong with education today.  For several years now, the trend has been towards more and more reliance upon technology for virtually every aspect of instruction, from attendance recording to delivery to assessment to grade calculation.  The most current buzz-trend is “Mobilization,” which the best I can figure is allowing kids to watch YouTube videos and play games while they are supposed to be learning.  The powers that be tout the importance of connecting with “digital learners” on their level, which to me sounds like “dumb it down and let the machines do all the work for them.”  Then again, I’m a tad cynical.  Anyway, from these trends to digitize the classroom, now, nearly every aspect of our classes is online to some degree.

This morning, on the first day of classes, the first opportunity to make an impression on many incoming freshmen who have been coddled their entire academic careers by All Children Left  Behind and The Race to a Stop, our internet system was down.  Statewide.  As in ALL Tennessee Board of Regents schools had no internet access.

We couldn’t check email, access course content (including syllabi), administer pre-tests, and in some cases, even check attendance.  Fortunately, since I refuse to swallow my dose of Kool-Aid, I was able to collect my first day writing samples by relying on the outdated analog system.  You know, pen and paper.  I go back to a point I make again and again.  We can put all the bells and whistles and flashing lights in front of the kids we want, but at some point they have to learn how to think.  By forcing us to move so much of our materials online, the powers that be have in effect made us dependent upon those systems to function.  I’m certain that many younger teachers, those who only know the “Mobilization” methodology, were paralyzed this morning.  I’m certain the chaos of that paralysis gave the students a terrible first impression, and those children, raised on an endless diet of entertainment and instant gratification, probably now believe college will be more of the same dysfunction they endured in high school.

As for me, since I still lecture and write on the board (I could point to the body of evidence that proves when students write things down in their own handwriting they are more likely to remember it, but why bother?  The powers that be will keep pouring the digital Kool-Aid because there’s more money to be made from grants and such), I was barely bothered by the outage.  My morning class ran pretty smoothly because I don’t need bells and whistles and flashing lights to teach.  All I need is a board to write on and an instrument to write with.  Teachers, you see, old-fashioned, student-centered, professional, dedicated educators, teach from a deeply-rooted love of and passion for their subject.  Unfortunately, however, we seem to be a dying a breed.

Late Night Ramblings


I’m having one of those “it’s hard not to be bitter” nights.  I’ve been working at this craft since I was 17.  I’ve spent countless hours honing my voice and learning how to pace a scene.  I’m damned proud of each of the books I’ve written, despite their flaws, because I know with each one I poured all of my passion for this craft into them. The first three of the series were written under conditions that were as big of obstacles to creativity as I can imagine, yet somehow I persevered and managed to create three pretty good books.  Despite the quality of my writing, I still feel mired in the muck of obscurity.

Part of what makes me bitter is that piles of horse dung like Twilight make millions, while many writers like myself kill ourselves at day jobs, hoping for a break.  It’s hard not to be bitter.  I’ve worked my ass off this summer to finish book four before school starts back because once the semester begins, I’ll be so overwhelmed with bullshit I won’t have the creative energy to write much new prose.  Night in and night out, I’ve hammered out scene after scene, believing this book is even better than the first three.  Only time will tell if I’m right.

Another aspect of the creeping bitterness is social media.  In this age, it’s absolutely essential to have a social media presence just to be noticed, but everywhere is so inundated with crap, from stupid cat memes to political diatribes to gossip that it’s hard to be heard among the din.  Then, there’s the clusterfuck known as Twitter.  I’m sorry, but I hate Twitter.  It’s just endless noise, barely recognizable as English, and try as I might, I can’t make any sense out of it.

At this point, I feel like the line from “Slow Rollin Low” — “Ain’t that just like a fool / Want to ride on them trains / When them trains is all gone.”  I’m a dinosaur, an antiquated relic.  I feel like all of my hard work has been for nothing.  Usually, what sells in high volumes are the bubblegum shit like Twilight or the smut porn like Fifty Shades of Gray.  It’s hard to sit here and not be bitter when I feel like my talent has been wasted.  And please, before anyone comments about how I’ve touched lives, consider that a whole mountain of good feelings doesn’t pay the electric bill or buy a bag of groceries.  I don’t need wealth, but I do need to make a living at this.  Otherwise, it just seems self-indulgent.

Wednesday Morning Ramblings

The creek bank by mushroom grove

I’m about to head out to the farm and hopefully get a lot done between raindrops.  Right now, progress has been great, as the land is transforming from a tangled mess of honeysuckle and poison oak to a vibrant, useful space.  We still plan to get the indoor facility launched for the hydroponic growing, but for right now, we’re going to have to start with a few things outdoors to build up some capital for all of the equipment.  It may take a little more time, but long-term, I think we’ll get it up and running.  Each day I’m out there, I feel one step closer to realizing this dream.

Another major benefit of working out there has been the boost to my creative energy.  Three weeks ago, my tank was dry.  From the grind of two grueling semesters back to back and from the lingering effects of my neurological symptoms, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to get back on track with book four.  Today, I’ve nearly completed the first four chapters, and the story is flowing as well as I’ve ever written in my life.  Chapter four is freaking intense, too.  Only time will tell if it’s as strong as I think, but so far, I have a good feeling about this book.

Overall, life is pretty good at the moment.  I feel strong and healthy, vibrant and alive.  And tho think that a mere six months ago I was honestly in fear for my life.  Right now, all of that feels like a bad dream, and I’m going to ride this positive upswing for as long as it lasts.  Between the farm and book four, I may not be online as much as I’d like for promotion, but I’ll still do my best to keep putting out Ramblings and providing updates on both fronts.

One final thought: congratulations to my dual enrollment students from Pigeon Forge High School students who graduated last night.  You guys are the best, and I wish each and every one of you much success for your futures.  You made last fall and the health scare bearable, and for that, I’ll always remember you guys.  It was a joy to teach you, and each of you has an opportunity to do great things in your life.  Enjoy this moment, but don’t forget the foundations for success: good practice habits, hard work, and persistence.  I love you guys.  Thank you for being such a wonderful group of students.

That’s all for now.  Have a great Wednesday.