Lost in academia for the past four years, with little distraction I have observed more than I usually do. Culled friends rather than the other way round, and started to say no. I don't usually do no. I do, can we work this out, which means I have to re work my thoughts completely, or perspective completely.
Academia is safe. Its a bit like being in an intellectual monastery. You feel safe bound in by rules and regulations and you are irrelevant to the outside world although you think you are. Our education system is irrelevant. We have forgotten what we want. We are told what we want but actually, when we listen to ourselves, we don't want that at all. I learnt from the degree how little we teach our young, and how what we do teach them is largely irrelevant to what is valuable and of worth.
Saturday, 1 October 2016
Here I am on a Saturday evening, grey, wet and windy (the weather not me), playing Mary Poppins, a spoonful of sugar, trying to find the fun in cognitive psychology. Categories and concepts, working memory (of which mine is limited, that’s why I write) and the issues with cognitive psychology (with which there are many). Perception, recognition and cognition and emotion, which is a very short chapter because we (or they did) know naff all about it.
So I went out to the cinema for a quick break to see the first Monday in May. Vogue and the Met Ball and the Chinese connection. V interesting. Couture is art. Back for more revision and pacing up and down. Exam on Thursday. I feel for Tom. He has years of this to come. Ouch.