I mentioned in my first post, that this wouldn't be about my work as a technology educator. Still, it is a large part of what I am and this is really more just about people anyway. I digress.
I'm attending ISTE 2010 in Denver this week. Things here are just getting underway and I've only just registered, but already I have seen incredible evidence of the digital divide. I'm currently listening to a guy from Baltimore who dresses the part (emo glasses, pac man tee-shirt) discussing with a group of boomers how to use Twitter. Currently he can't get the network to work. This is incredible people-watching. At the heart of the problem here...and believe me, there is a problem...is his lack of respect for the people he's talking to. He really thinks they're stupid. Now if you sat him down, he'd no doubt deny it; but in dark places he doesn't like to talk about, he loathes these people. See that's only half of the problem. They hate him too. On the face of it, they are interested, have checked their egos at the door, and are ready to learn. Except that they haven't done that.
Then again...maybe they have.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
A First
Perhaps as good a time as any to start blogging. After all, I worked incessantly to convince my wife to begin blogging with her class and have now begun to make a living finding ways for technology to enter the classroom. Still, this won't be about my profession, my personal life, or a vicarious jaunt into what it would be like to be a paid writer. These are thoughts. Random at times, and not likely ready for consumption by the general public. If you've stumbled across this, welcome. You won't likely need to stay long.
Today I couldn't help but think, as Landon Donovan streaked toward a near empty net, that there was some truth to the idea that this sport has caught on here. It isn't as if this is new. Moms have taken an adjective to describe their minivan driving, orange quartering existance from it. But there is something different about the game that has caught on for more than a few people in the places I visit. The game may be played well by all involved and still not yield a fair winner. The amount of corner kicks, time of possession, number of fouls or even shots on net do not determine the outcome directly. There is a flow to the game. All try hard, though at times they are theatrical and dishonest and yet there is no promise of just ends. I wonder if that's how oyster fishermen feel this month. I wonder if that is how factory and mill workers have felt over the last decades. Maybe Americans have more in common with the 'lads on the pitch' than we'd like to admit. Today, though, Donovan's yeoman-like effort in the 91st minute yielded a result that any American can aspire to. Victory...plain and simple. I wonder how we would have reacted if he didn't quite make it.
Today I couldn't help but think, as Landon Donovan streaked toward a near empty net, that there was some truth to the idea that this sport has caught on here. It isn't as if this is new. Moms have taken an adjective to describe their minivan driving, orange quartering existance from it. But there is something different about the game that has caught on for more than a few people in the places I visit. The game may be played well by all involved and still not yield a fair winner. The amount of corner kicks, time of possession, number of fouls or even shots on net do not determine the outcome directly. There is a flow to the game. All try hard, though at times they are theatrical and dishonest and yet there is no promise of just ends. I wonder if that's how oyster fishermen feel this month. I wonder if that is how factory and mill workers have felt over the last decades. Maybe Americans have more in common with the 'lads on the pitch' than we'd like to admit. Today, though, Donovan's yeoman-like effort in the 91st minute yielded a result that any American can aspire to. Victory...plain and simple. I wonder how we would have reacted if he didn't quite make it.
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