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This is not at all a shocking title for those who have ever been around me while I ramble. Ever since I heard it as a young, impressionable teenager, I've parroted it wherever and whenever I can.
Fail hard and fast.
What does this even mean? Why are you telling a boy that's playing Minecraft that he needs to fail hard and fast? How on earth is he even going to apply it?
These are not the concerns of the average individual, or the average educator. The boy playing Minecraft will learn this lesson on his own, over and over again, and he will get no happier with the way it plays out. He continues, unknowingly, to fail as softly and slowly as possible, over and over again. That boy forgot that failing hard and fast included, but was not limited to the following:
This is a pretty hefty list! Now, here's my call-to-comment from you, dear reader. I want you to tell me if you think you fail fast and hard, or soft and slow. Then, I want you to bring a friend that you feel knows you, and have them comment on your post whether they think it's right or not. I think this will be a very interesting exercise in self-perspective! If you feel the same, well; there's one thing to do. The list goes as follows:
- Leave a comment
- Continue reading
- Show your friends!
Look at me, doing marketing. Will I ever escape the nature of being sold something? Or is it a natural, human skill to be able to sell and market yourself? I can imagine being a salesman is one of the oldest relevant skills that we use today. There are many skills that have been lost to time, like the fire-keeper or building tools out of bamboo or whatever crazy stuff Stephen Hawking was up to. Okay, you got me. I started this assumption before I had examples, and now I'm cooked. I feel like this sentiment is broadly correct, though. We'll be right back.
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Today was the first ever day in my life where I, honest-to-God, mowed my grass. Since this became my new home, the grass of the back (and front yard, now that I think about it) had slowly transformed from beautiful backdrop to jungle-esque ecosystem. In the interest of not ending up attracting all the weird wildlife that comes with an ungroomed lawn, I scoured the internet in search of the cheapest possible way to get our lawn mowed. What I learned: the amount of thought, effort, and time that goes into every meticulously crafted lawn is almost incomprehensible by a city boy mind like my own. On my own quest to figure out who I am, I believe it's very important to nail down who exactly I am not. I am not the type of guy who mows the backyard unprompted. I am not the type of guy who proudly trims along the garden walls, oozing finesse into each very action of the ever-selective edger. That does not mean I cannot become these people. This does not mean I cannot change who I am today. However, I would never be able to change it, had I never come to terms with it.
Today's post is drivel. The weekend has been especially draining - I spent every waking moment Saturday and Sunday climbing the proverbial mountain of home ownership. I don't even own the damn thing, and I feel more of a sense of responsibility and closeness than I ever have, with any property. I'd invite you to read this whole thing, and wonder to yourself - is this failure? Judge me. I can't take it, but hand to heart and heart to God, I'll take it.
this photo is from my backyard. pretty slick, huh?
It is somewhat well-known that, at least in the American Indigenous context, the modern view of land and its ownership is entirely antithetical to the existing beliefs around being people, living in land, around others. This has likely been a question that has plagued humanity ever since its genesis - it surely haunts literally every bug, fish, bird, animal, plant, fungus, and various other species among(st) the living. Most of the games I spent my young years enjoying were entirely about resource management. Finding new answers to the question of who will live and who may die, in increasingly complex scenarios, as an increasingly complex person, has given me years of enjoyment and maturation in the field or problem solving. I think. I hope. Otherwise, all the competitive online gaming has been a waste of my time, and should never be mentioned again.
It will be mentioned again, for better or for worse.
I just watched this game today. 4 goals scored in 7 and a half minutes. this has only ever happened 8 other times in the history of Major League Soccer. is that notable enough sportsball yet for you?
Does modern thought look that much different than historical thought? One day, hopefully in the near future, we will be able to develop a Grand Unified Theory of Cognitive Neuroscience. As a child, I thought this was the field I wanted to go into the most; what would be cooler than studying the brain? As a quasi-burnt out 23 year old, this now seems like an unattainable goal. How many goals have I had throughout my life that are just lost to time, because they were never written down?
I have found myself entangled with the idea of you, reader, too much while writing this. Somewhere along the line, it all became contrived and deviated too far away. Perhaps I should've waited longer before revealing writing to the world - but it is too late, and I am uncontrollably joyous about it, which I think is very different from being happy about it. How blessed am I to have friends and family, colleagues and neighbors, all so good to me that you'd worry yourself with who I am? I thank you. Knowing you feels like the only thing I could never fail in doing. You're stuck with me.
Every post I've written so far has had two distinct storylines, intertwined. I like to think they run mostly parallel, but converge at a few key points. In my Sang-Bin post, I tried to make it so it converged at moments of media excellence. A dedicated reader pointed out to me that for pretty much every post, both of the storylines I was writing had to do with the exact same concepts. I believe that this is one component I really want to work with, and work on intertwining more threads than just the two.
My goal with writing here is to talk about complex concepts. Loss, grief, happiness, success, apathy. I enjoy topics that are conceptually simple, but have easy words to describe them. The truth of the matter, is that no matter how much we want to convince ourselves otherwise, every single person has felt every single emotion, ever. It seems reasonable, within my worldview, to believe that many people (out of the sum of all people), have felt most emotions that humans have decided are the common ones to feel. They are, thus, not quite as sensitive to the emotion as they could be. How many times have you found yourself asking something like Why is it such a big deal, when it's clearly not a big deal? One of the core principles of empathy in action, is that every time you have this thought, you should punch yourself in the head 1000 times do everything in your power to override it. Call it out to yourself. Keep yourself accountable. No one else is going to.
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