Posts tagged ‘read’

Waiting for…

…what exactly?

Day in, day out.
Wake-up, coffee, commute, work, more coffee, lunch, nore work, commute, housework, shower, sleep.
Day in, day out.
Dreaming, reading, writing, thinking, posting, arguing, thinking more, feeling, talking, listening, panicking, thinking again, calming and copious amounts of music.
Day in, day out.
It feels like waiting. Passing time.
There was this hunger in the Gordian knot inside my mind: Some more food, and it will become undone. Another coffee and it will become all clear. One more frak and it will become as easy as pie.
Day in. Day out.
One more day.
Waiting.
Day in. Day out.
It will go away.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.

It won’t.

I know that it won’t. I am fighting against my own procrastination. Against this way of thinking.
If any of you folks out there are as much escapism experts (and talents) as me, or even more so: See the pattern. Fight it. Let’s get outta here!

Our time’s ticking.
A.

Educational reform

I’ve heard this on the radio the other day.
The educational reform in this country is designed in a way as to prevent kids in the first three years of primary school to fail.
So if the kid is dumb as shit, or slow (there I said it, now what PC police?), the kid is still going to advance to the next class.

Why?

If the child has obvious difficulties comprehending how to read or write simple letters, has problems with addition and subtraction, guess what? Reading more, writing coherent sentences or multiplication and division will be an obstacle the kid won’t be able to overcome.

This idea was obviously pushed by the feel-good crowd. (Sadly not the good sounding Gorillaz one)
This is as not to hurt anyone’s feelings.
Not the kids’, not the parents’.

The trend of blaming failure on the teachers rather than lazy/stupid pupils/students is continuing and will worsen once fourth grade has been reached and the failure train will keep the kids on perpetual hold.

Progress! Bravo, you truly have achieved something.

I would not be surprised the least to learn that this idea came from a mommyblogger type of person, seeing children as special snowflakes in need of protection.
Guess what sunshine, seven billion special snowflakes are just annoying snowcover. Once on the ground, they mash together, becoming identical snow wherever you look.
Deal with it.

People, parents in particular, teach your fucking kids! This is not just the teachers’ job, but also your obligation. Put down the remote, turn off the TV or computer/tablet/smartphone.
Spend time with your kids, and rehash what they did at school. It’ll work wonders, feelings and just having fun, ain’t going to get them through life. We all have to do stuff we don’t like.
The sooner the children learn this the sooner things will improve.
Parents (feelings and fun portion):
Grow up.

Take care,
A.

Empty bottles

Harkening back to the good ol’ parent-teacher conference, and the burning issue of the filling status of the waterbottle, I saw such an empty bottle today.
And her husband. And their three daughters.

But one thing at a time.

We went to the supermarket, just entering the parking lot, an Audi A6 stops dead in his tracks just in front of us, hindering us to reach a suitable spot to park our car.

Admitted, the place looked desolate, due to construction work being done on it, but a giant; HUUGE banner above the door told visitors in three simple words “Open despite Renovations” (in german “Offen trotz Umbau”), in all capital letters, the sign told from afar that they’re inindeed open.
So the car blocked us, and then the shotgun side opens, a woman – type: former UdSSR mail order bride, twenty years later – leaves. She walks up to the door, which is well lit, and people are in there. She enters, looks at the carts, at the register, at the people, then turns around and nods with a glad smile.
Now the car parks, now I see the driver. Type: guy who bought a broad from the former UdSSR twenty years ago.
I try to calm myself, maybe they both can’t read/speak german, despite their local registration plate. (It happens, more often than you think)
Oh, wait, they have HOW many girls between 6 and 8? Three? One of them ought to be able to read that three word sentence above the door…

Later I hear him talk at the regoster with the cashier. He is from around here. He is a native. His natove language IS the same as the sign/banner above the door. This is the kind of parent that asks about the bottle three times. The kind that writes down even the most mundane basic shit, and STILL gets everything wrong.

I saw an empty bottle today. Five of them in fact…

People are fucking nuts.

Just a fun FYI, for once I would like to witness today’s title happening literally. 😉

What drove me to my “highly unusual” conclusion of mass debility?

Amazon, Books and People.

This mixture is odd, you say?
Maybe.
But once you saw that in the top selling books, two coloring books are among the top ranked, you start asking questions.
Like: Are there really that many children around, that these not only are top sellers, but also out of stock, on Amazon? – in short: No.
These books are bought FOR adults.
Colored in BY adults.

That was the moment I took some toilet paper, and wiped off my faith in humanity:

Coloring books for adults.

Are you fraking kidding me? I repeat: Coloring Books. For Adults!

Any potential “calming down” effects aside – you can get that from watching a fire consume the bodies of your enemies – how much more infantile can you get?
Coloring out a fairytale landscape is for five year olds, but not for grown ass people. 

Those are the same kind of people who think the Bible is to be taken literally, who believe Vaccines cause autism, who take channelings from the galactic federation of light seriously, and who take globuli against diabetus!

Coloring frak books, for fracking adults!
And you wonder why extremists want to wipe out western civilisation? There’s the answer. Grownups doing coloring books, and posting it online, while western society is standing by and let’s it happen without a word against it.

If it was one or two mental patients, my mouth would be shut tight. But two entire mental institutions couldn’t buy out the entire amazon.com stock! All of the US, can.
And here I sense the real tragedy – people with access to nuclear weapons (which are controlled by computers using 5inch floppy discs) are doing coloring-books.
Really?
A nation that sent men to the moon fourty-six years ago, is now populated by people who do this stuff for a pass time?
Really?
All you coloring Schmucks, turn to your (great)grandfathers. Look at them. They fought, in a little event called the second world war, Korean war, Vietnam war, and many more. They fought, for you. For your future.
And this is how you repay them? By doing coloring books?
If this was a fad amongst Veterans, who compensate for their PTSD – again, tightly shut pie holeon my part. But this is done by people with no excuse. The Teletubby generation, I presume.

Look numbnuts, if you need to unwind after a long day at work, do what I do – read. Books with words. Let your mind soar, sharpen it, and enjoy what unfolds. One book, one chapter, can give you more images in your head, than an entire library of coloring-books ever could!
But if you have to color in a coloring-book, here’s my suggestion. Do it in secret. Only oncea month, or in (or rather AFTER) very stressful situations – go home. Close all blinds, unhook the phone, turn off TV and internet, drink some wine (Ravenwood’s Zinfandel is recommended), and sit down with your array of 42 color pencils and a fresh page of the coloring book. Then toss that thing in the trash! And draw something that comes to your mind. Something that is truly allowing you to let out some steam! If it is a fiery mess that is eating through your life – doesn’t matter, as long as it let’s out some steam. If it looks like a 3 year old drew it, and your thirty three, doesn’t matter!

But don’t do coloring books, for crying out loud.

Take care, and lay off those coloring books!
A.

All new!

In case you missed it my dear readers, today starts a new Series here on my blog.

“Edge”

Maybe it’s exactly what you think it is. As with the last series, and those to come, I have typed it on my cell, and didn’t really have any time* to read through it with a redink pen, so any typos, or grammatical errors – please forgive them, and if you feel up to it, correct them in the comment section.
I love grammar nazis.

It will be released on Mondays and Thursdays, which is the next new thing here: Thursdays!

After this series has ended, the next one is already standing prepped and ready to be published: Naga. I’ll keep the schedule of Mondays and Thursdays. FYI: These two have a combined length of ~29 DIN A4 pages, and there are in total some 160+ pages already finsihed. (And more in the making)

About the whose world series (without spoilering):
It’s a flat world, not in the sense that there are no mountains (there definitely ARE!), but that is a discworld. But unlike Terry Pratchett’s wonderful Discworld novels, these are not funny. Maybe they are involuntarily funny because of bad writing, but that is the reason for my wanting a dislike button here. Didn’t like it? Tell me.
I want critisism. (Won’t stop me from writing more of the same, but at least I can try to steer it all in another direction)

All in all, I wanted to give you a heads up!

A.

*Time: Yes I would have had the time to actually correct it, but not the nerve. Writing in the face of scarce time is possible, sitting down and actually correcting what I wrote – an entirely different thing. Again, I shout out at the grammar nazis in the audience: bitch and moan about it, and I’ll correct it!