Intellectual Dampening.

[Deleted54170User]

After reading

 

Nailo, on 16 January 2004 - 02:12 PM, said:

 

I am sitting here in Integrated Multimedia Technology and the teacher is just aweful. I don't even believe she is trained to teach this class. For the past week we have been making Powerpoint presentations and now were showing them to the class. And right now this guy is showing us his on his girlfriend of 3 months and how much they 'love' each other. This absolutely sucks. Noone is paying attention. I was just wondering if anyone else on the forums is as bored as I. :help:

Yep that's why I'm here.

 

personally, I would have just quickly add a terrible fanfic (my immortal range here) to a power-point and just read it out to the class and see where it's go from there. :devil: quartering, being pelted with key boards, mass hysteria, being committed I'd assume or hoped.

The undertaker in Hollywood must be busy with all these celebrity's dropping dead?

 

The nexus is stagnant, and I'm the minister of chlorine.

 

i spelzzz ral gud licz gud..uuuuuu...spelzz pezons.

 

Must put something obvious here

 

Lead a revolution, get put on a hipsters shirt.

 

Sigs version 2.4 beta

 

Error 1443: Has failed intellectual

 

 

It occurred to me to ask here, "How many of all of you have suffered from the invasion of any older relatives, strange new neighbors, or teachers, who dampened your prowess while in your private intellectual pursuits?"

 

You know, "Like an older person, a person who deems themself higher intellectually, when they aren't showing off any, muscularly as they are older and bigger, or just a brother or sister barging in on you, e.g., while you were actually studying the requirements to launch a rocket ship to the moon and thinking seriously about the elements available to produce a better fuel for the ship, or a better engine?"

[DarkNinja13]

Oh yeah - happens to me a lot. :(

 

I cannot count the number of times I an in a deep trance trying to perfom meditations of one form or another and friends and family will barge in on me, snapping me out of it violently. I am usually shaken and dazed for a good 5-10 minutes and cannot move very well right after it happens due to the fact that my limbs hurt from suddenly snapping taut from being loose and relaxed. I actually sprained my left shoulder this way last month - took me about 2 weeks to heal up from it as I "enjoyed" my new limited mobility. :verymad:

 

The worst part is that these idiots act gloriously unaware of what they have done to me, or worse, tell me to "hurry up and finish" so I can go with them or do something for them. Makes me want to set a land mine or a bear trap up outside the door. :dry:

 

On other things, the family is my biggest bane. They have no idea what I a working on and they could care less. Many are the times I have been interrupted while working on a project to, ready for this, check the damned mail. Crap like this makes me regret letting my parents talk me into to coming back. :unsure:

 

I know that someone has to be here to keep an eye on my father due to his health, but I am beginning to wish he'd just hurry up and die already so I can get out of my agreement, and on with my life. I know that sounds cold-blooded, but it's really getting to that point, you know?:wallbash:

[Deleted54170User]

That's incredible to know. I thought it was just dumb luck.

 

As soon as I reached that noticeably peaceful feeling. :wallbash:

 

If it happens to you too, it must attract our friends and relatives like bees to pollen. :D I haven't done it in years because during the hour of mediation I got invaded too ;D

 

I feel like the happy Buddha must of now that you told me your experience. LOL :D

 

Now to test it out again and see what happens. Of course! This time I will be prepared to use their arrival in an opportune way.

 

Thanks. I wont keep my fingers crossed. The benefit to achieve that totally comfortable place though will be worth it if the idea doesn't prove to hold water.

[ub3rman123]

I hate the fact that I'm having to spend time at school learning about Shakespeare when I could be at home working and learning about Blender. I know school has a purpose, but couldn't more of it be spend on applicable information?

[Deleted54170User]

Thanks, you reminded me why I mingled my own studies, of the wisdom of the ages, with my school work. It made it more interesting and I actually found things the teachers knew about that helped me get a little better understanding about the future I had in mind.

 

Life began to get easier as I did, e.g. as if I put more of a load in my bucket. After I carried it awhile I began to get a stronger mind.

[nosisab]

I'm an old timer myself, still I was a child long ago. It was a time where we built our toys. Making "cinema" from shoes boxes, learning that a small hole can act as a lens and form an inverted image. We built periscopes. 'Powerful' cars with a reel, a small rubber ribbon, a slice of candle and a match stick. Many were happy just making it but others wanted to learn the principle behind those phenomena.

 

We had a longer general education before actually going for a professionalization that is each time sooner now. That specialization is illusory as "education", it's more "instruction".

 

Now we are facing an age where the information is easier than ever and the understanding shallower than never before, it's a sad thing to behold.

 

Now the children want industrialized toys that plays for them. Television helped to form a passive society, numbed and comfortable. As a direct consequence the less one know more he believes he knows more, not seldom he believes he knows everything, does have easy answer for anything and no compromise with it being correct or not.

 

The sorriest is the computer and Internet just added ten folds to that alienation. Now the functional illiteracy and stupidity are the norm to be followed by many. It's easier making the wrong right than learning that right.

 

Nothing more to add, actually I don't dare to hope will be many to understand this much and still I know most here is among those that kept the flame yet.

[Surenas]

I'm not an old timer, but I understand your feelings, nosisab.

One day it will be a much-noticed expedition, when the Chosen One moves his ass away from the screen to find out whether or not the real world of which the legend goes has ever really existed.

Sometimes, man gets a second chance.

 

 

Take your protein pills, boys

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[grannywils]

Nosisab and Surenas: Oh so true.

[Deleted54170User]

During the 1980's I saw the Wriggly mansion in Phoenix, AZ on a tour. I was astounded by the old meeting room pictured with people from the 1900's. The electronic equipment they had back in their day, when it was pictured, could be seen in the background. And the rooms more modern versions were exciting me as they stood on display nearby. Even some of today's tiny version's of those communication devices make that area, of the playing field of life, a little more interesting.

 

Magic, not illusions, made solid the reality we see. Garden plots were abundant when I was roaming from the house to the grade school and back. It seemed every block had women and men growing food and competing in the jelly, jam, pies, cakes, clothing, and other special contests at the Fair. It is still going on. When I walk or drive through the old neighborhood the places are dull because of the memories I have seemed more alive.

 

On one occasion walking with other children on the way home from grade school the story I heard about a woman who used rock salt in a shotgun to give adventurous boys a taste of pain, on their backsides for a few day, for stomping through her garden at night. Asour grade school group passed her lot each day a greater respect, for that particular place, was increased. The tall brick fence, a teen age boy could climb with ease, hiding part of the yard their garden was in, was high enough I could not have climbed it back then, yet. They owned two lots and grew the garden on one. It was a delightfully spooky place on Halloween too.

 

Nosisab you gave a real good bunch of description's there. You described some of what was going on in the fifties. You made a good description of many things I delved into. As I pondered why a thick black disk, ten inches in diameter, called a, "78" didn't taste like licorice I was alone for some reason. When an arm with a rotating table, underneath it, was placed upon it noise came out of a box under that. I wondered why my stomach could not find any good from it?

[nosisab]

I thank you all for the kind words but it must be understood I'm not against the novelties and actually find things good by themselves. BTW I'm not exactly a nostalgic of sorts except where the mankind, and here is where the childhood and youth plays their main role, seems to be diving into a educational and cultural (I dare not to say creative) dark hole.

 

Yes, sometimes man gets a second chance, maybe more than once... yet. I hope the same for mankind.

 

PS: It's the old saying: aren't the things bad or good but how we use them.