alogrithms, wigs from lakewood and REVOLUTION
yes, i'm tired. but in the-happy-spaced-out, living-in-the-twilight-zone-stressed-sans-the-negative-connotations way. hebrew school is off to a smashing start...in fact, anyone looking for a chance to join the revolution, let me know we have sum openings for the conscious.
in computer class now, trying to sneak this typing...teacher is a mathematician from lakewood, girl next to me just whispered "omg, she's wearing a wig". i have no idea what alogrithm is, let alone alogrithm2 and its relation to computers... [the only java i know, i drink]. thesis is chugging along... i reckon i've read a book per page by now [50 pgs. that is]. last night, driving home from jersey at midnight while eating my exciting dinner of a can of peas was thinking about general life flutterings and the fulfillment of hard work. people don't really work hard anymore, they're complaisant and uninterested... the winds of resolve are blowing and no one seems to feel them. Why? At Basking Ridge our new teaching methodology is called WHY Teaching- a curriculum of conscious...and yet it seems the world is more automaton-like than ever. Then again, i suppose one could argue, how do you know if you are actually conscious? or consciously-unconscious? what is the nature of consciousness? and at what moment can you ascertain its existence? in truth, i don't know...
i don't know what alogrithms are, either.
but revolution is a burst of consciousness...
in computer class now, trying to sneak this typing...teacher is a mathematician from lakewood, girl next to me just whispered "omg, she's wearing a wig". i have no idea what alogrithm is, let alone alogrithm2 and its relation to computers... [the only java i know, i drink]. thesis is chugging along... i reckon i've read a book per page by now [50 pgs. that is]. last night, driving home from jersey at midnight while eating my exciting dinner of a can of peas was thinking about general life flutterings and the fulfillment of hard work. people don't really work hard anymore, they're complaisant and uninterested... the winds of resolve are blowing and no one seems to feel them. Why? At Basking Ridge our new teaching methodology is called WHY Teaching- a curriculum of conscious...and yet it seems the world is more automaton-like than ever. Then again, i suppose one could argue, how do you know if you are actually conscious? or consciously-unconscious? what is the nature of consciousness? and at what moment can you ascertain its existence? in truth, i don't know...
i don't know what alogrithms are, either.
but revolution is a burst of consciousness...
posted by HindiK at 2:09 PM
2 Comments:
you're doing such great work there, morah hindy. if only we could introduce major changes into our own school systems and save all the children. talking to you makes a person want to change status quo.
why is it that we only hang out, the lot of us, once a month, if at all? shabbos felt like 12th grade all over again-- some things just stay quite the same... oh right, except now you have a spacious office to recline in when you aren't enlightening progressively-educated new jersey tots with lessons on consciousness. the rest of us just plod along, like bricks in the wall. dang, now i'm getting all nostalgic for high school. speak to you, shvester.
I would like to publicly thank you for stopping by and spending time with your west coast friends. We are home and Mendel is missing his little girl friend Adina Leah!
Lots of love and Ksiva Vchasima TOvah!
Yum,Per, & Mendel
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