This morning I found this really strange Slashdot comment. I have never heard
of the
term “filker” before ever, but I immediately understood what the idea is
– song
s like this have been part of hacker culture forever.
I was also trying to find some pages about the NEC Ultralite PC-17-02, and
I rea
lized that my own hardware page was
the o
nly personal page left on the web that even mentions it. Meaning my goal
is cle
ar: dedicate an entire page to information about this machine. It’s
coming soon
. I’m gonna have to redo my site map soon I think – I keep on adding
sections.
I wrote yesterday’s exam in the main gym of the Athletic Centre. This is
probab
ly the worst room for thinking in the entire world, but that’s not what I
want t
o talk about. There were three courses writing in the AC that evening: my
cours
e (Contemporary Cinema), Music and Popular Culture, and some Anthropology.
The
first two courses mentioned are generally regarded by the university
population
as bird courses. So as I buried in a sea of people in the lobby waiting
for the
doors to open, I looked around and noticed that about half of the people
in the
crowd just didn’t look like they belonged in University. They mostly
looked li
ke they were skipping their OAC or Grade 12 classes to come hear and write
their
exam.
What I’m trying to get at is that it seems that many people are being
pressured
to enter university right out of high school when they haven’t personally
consid
ered if it’s the right thing for them. As much as the government tries to
trans
form the post-secondary education system, universities are not
institutions for
training: they are institutions for research and learning. Learning is
not the
same as training – you can teach me how to use an oxy-acetelene torch to
weld tw
o pieces of metal together, but if I want to design and build
oxy-acetelene torc
hes I have to learn about them and understand how they work. University
is abou
t gaining massive amounts of understanding, usually in your major, but
often jus
t about the world or the “real world.”
Song: Brand New Heavies – Brother Sister
My sister Sylvia got me into the Brand New Heavies last semester when she
asked
me to find some of their music for her. Since then it’s become a
permanent part
of my collection. This particular track would probably be considered
“Caring F
unk” in my own personal music nomenclature. It’s real smooth, but it
seems to want to give you a big hug at the same time.