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Month: May 2018 (page 3 of 4)

Image of the week: it’s happening

I did it. I invested in a practical business course.

I’ve finally broken out of “I can’t,” bought this course to mitigate “I don’t know how,” and find myself often wishing I could.

That’s somewhat of a start.

The next challenge will be finding an idea and then remaining interested in that idea even after committing to it. Usually I jump ship at the first sign of concrete manifestation of that idea.

Now that I think about it, maybe it’s a good thing that I can never quite pin down what I want this blog to be.

Anyhow, I’ll probably blog about the process here, but I doubt that the result of the business that I start to grow will be related to Batfort. For this space, I have other plans.

Appreciation post, assorted

It’s been one of those weeks when I’ve let negativity get to me. Sometimes, when the hate seems to outweigh the love, it’s a good idea to write about things that I’m grateful for. That, and look to Jesus.

For now, the cool stuff:

» NCT 127’s new Japan video is out, “Chain.” While I can’t tell if I like the song (I’ve never been partial to Japanese but it keeps getting stuck in my head), I quite like the concept of the video. Flowers and powertools are a great combination. I love how the art director hit a vaporwave vibe without any pink, fuchsia, or purple. And the safety glasses are epic.

 

» The small satisfaction of doing a good job at something. Even if it’s something as simple as putting together packets for a workshop.

» George Foreman and his grills! I got my George Foreman grill out of storage this week and have been loving it. Not sure why I wasn’t on the bandwagon the first time I used it, because it’s easy to use, easy to clean, and cooks me up frozen burger patties in like 4 minutes. AND it makes killer carnitas.

» I found out that my grocery store smokes their own pork shoulder. See above.

» Rediscovering Mister Money Mustache was a delightful reminder this afternoon. That, and he confirmed a suspicion that I had about a finance book that I’m no longer going to buy, and will be a good reference for me in this portion of my life: the saving and learning portion of my life.

and last but not least,

» Lucy Eyelesbarrow

 

Trickle down design trends

This is how I know I’m getting older: I have now watched a graphic design style slide from the indie to the cool kids to the normies.

Obviously this has happened many times in history, but it was a notable moment in my own history when I stood in line at the co-op and thought to myself, That’s strange, I’ve seen that design before.

But enough of a weirdo generalist introduction. Let’s talk about magazines.

Taste of Home. It’s not a sexy magazine, or something that’s after the hot new trend. It’s a solid magazine for solid people. I think the appeal in the grocery store checkout is for moms who don’t want to think up what to cook for dinner. It’s a magazine that has a real purpose, but not much excitement.

It used to look like this:

Now that I’m learning more about copywriting and sales letters, this magazine looks like a magazine-sized visual sales letter. Bright colors, enticing taglines, the number of things you’ll find inside that is inevitably a lie (even Vogue does this). Just trying to sell more copies at the checkout, ma’am.

The design reminds me of the blocky titles of the 90s but updated with the “we can never capitalize a word, ever” attitude from the early 2000s.

Ok, but here’s the thing. Now Taste of Home looks like this:

The title has morphed into a compact logo and the lines are much cleaner. Instead of a tableaux of food and color, we have one featured dish on a plain background. The type is simple (although not simple enough imo) and even has a hint (but not too much!!1) of a handwritten feel.

Now where have I seen this magazine cover before?

Hmm.

Hmmmmmmmm.

I trust you can spot the visual similarities. This particular issue is from 2008, around the time of BA’s design update. I was a subscriber at the time, and the teardrop motif was big for a while until they started phasing in handwriting.

Points to Taste of Home for skipping directly to the handwriting trend, although it doesn’t look like there’s any actual handwriting on that cover.

I really liked this era of BA. The magazine was clean and fun, they used some visual storytelling techniques as a result of the clean design, and there were really good ideas for recipes and parties. Part of me wishes I hadn’t unsubscribed, but I moved a couple times and then I started eating only meat. No need for recipes that involve vegetables, so it wasn’t a priority.

So imagine my surprise when I found a BA at my local co-op the other day, looking like this:

(Actually, wait, first I should tell you that I was big into indie and alt magazines for a while. There’s a great local cigar shop in Portland that stocks magazines from all over the world. That’s why I recognized these design elements.)

Look at this. It’s like Kinfolk (the food) mated with The Gentlewoman (the design). Blocky type. Heavy underlines. Lots of framing devices. Negative space. Freeform typesetting. The only thing missing is Millennial Pink ™. Did I mention negative space?

Like literally this same cover was on the newstand. No taglines. No promises. No nothing. I’m interested to see how that works out. Maybe some simplicity is called for now that the expected magazine is gasping its last breath.

(After a while, I made myself stop buying magazines because I felt like the content/money ratio wasn’t good enough. I can get better facts, narrative, and motivation from the internet, although I do miss the glossy pictures that I could tear out and put on my walls.)

We shall end with my favorite edition of The Gentlewoman, featuring the ever-awesome Angela Lansbury wearing the ever-problematic Terry Richardson’s glasses. This is the one with the blocky type, the framing, and – yes – the pink.

The Gentlewoman is one of those magazines that reacts against the “fast/cheap/short” model of magazine journalism by doing long-form interviews with badass ladies and lots of minimalist-traditional fashion. Always a little too rich for my blood, but I appreciated how they talked to actual real women who work for a living. It was the “cool” fashion magazine, the kind that eventually make their way into Anthropologie stores because of their good aesthetics.

Is The Gentlewoman in danger of losing its spot at the top of the design food chain? BA is nipping at its heels.

My instinct says that there’s a new offroad thinking-woman’s fashion magazine in town, but I don’t know what it is.

If you have any idea of what that might be, please let me know.

Alt Universities

All the good Chronicle of Higher Ed articles are under lockdown these days.

I’m not going to link to a paywall article, because that’s a terrible move, but I will tell you that there was an article posted today on Kevin Runner, an education software guy, and his new environmental epiphany-slash-alternative university.

Here’s what Mr Runner’s LinkedIn has to say about Runchero U:

With a commitment to environmental sustainability, agricultural innovation and a healthy, thriving local community, at Runchero we’re on a mission. Situated on 2000 acres of Kentucky farmland in Shelby and Washington Counties, we are launching leading-edge initiatives in organic agriculture, hemp farming, vertical farming, aquaponics, alternative energy and ecotourism. We have begun to establish job-creating local enterprises, and we will soon be opening the doors of Runchero University, a non-traditional, forward-thinking educational organization projected to collaborate with the State of Kentucky, local universities and local
businesses on accredited degree programs, ongoing research projects, and certified vocational and professional skills training.

I keep thinking about this–about what it would mean to start an alternative university. The funny thing is, so far all the alternatives are leftward bent (with the exception of perhaps Hillsdale College). There was an MIT offshoot I read about a while back that looked promising. It focused on first-gen college students more than the environment. And it sounds like Jordan Peterson is finally getting moving on his online AI-driven university model.

It’ll be interesting to watch where these go, but I don’t really consider them alternatives to the university. Unless the specifically address the entrenched ideology issue that higher education (actually, make that all education) is having, “alt” it is not.

Runchero reminds me a little bit of an MFA program that I was interested in for a few months. It was a program in book arts, where you learned how to print and bind books, how to restore them, and about the book as art and artifact. Lots of fun, but also not much immediate applicability to the outside. The main benefit would like in your being creative enough to take what you learned and apply it to a real-life problem.

And that, now that I write about it with those words, is much the problem of pseudo-alt and legit universities these days. The value of the degree is in question, so what matters is how well the individual graduate leverages the degree. That is not a Learning Outcome that is taught in most universities, so you rely on the ingenuity, problem solving, and tenacity of the graduate in order to make your university look good.

The thing is, why would someone do that to make a university look good when they could do all that work to make themself look good?

(Tiny aside: let’s talk about tortured pronouns, yikes.)

Where’s the value-add?

I’m genuinely curious, because I would be very interested in backing and/or supporting and startup alt-u if it had the right chops.

Mr Runner’s software company – Runner – was my nemesis back in the halcyon days of my first job. (Just kidding, there were 28k students breathing down my neck every day – it was not living the dream.) Runner checks addresses in Banner, one of the more popular student databases on the market. Runner typically does a good job, and saves data entry monkeys a lot of work by populating city and state from an entered zip code. I liked that about Runner.

What I didn’t like about Runner were new construction projects. I don’t know how often they updated the local address validation tables, but sometimes Runner wouldn’t recognize an address as legitimate (even when both the Post Office and Google Maps would). The problem was that the auto-correct feature would change the address into something else, wouldn’t change it back, and there was no “manual override” feature.

You became stuck in an infinite loop of recursive address checking. No bueno.

I hope that they’ve fixed that since then, since it’s been a few years.

And I hope their university never gets stuck in that recursive feedback loop.

Interior design and personality

I’ve long wondered how personality influences clothing and decor choices.

Wait.

When you put it like that, OF COURSE one’s personality influences one’s choices of clothing and home decor.

Someone who wears a fedora is absolutely not the same type of person as a person wearing a backwards baseball cap. There is a vast difference between the type of person who pastes a collage on her bathroom wall and the type of person who can’t sleep knowing that there is a crumb on her kitchen floor.

One of my defunct blogs was formed entirely on that premise–that if you wear clothes, you have a style. It may not be a considered style, or a polished style, but it’s a style nonetheless.

They say that intelligent people (or creative people, depends on the story) always have a messy office, although this sounds to me like flattery to make people with messy offices feel smart or creative.

But I do wonder if playful, maximalist designers like Kelly Wearstler or Christian Lacroix are more Intuitive.

Or if a more simple look that’s cozy, like an Emily Henderson design, is indicative of a Sensing type.

Or if someone like Dior–very structured and considered–was a Thinking type.

It’s hard to imagine any of these designers producing work in each other’s style. The lines are different, the priorities are different. The overall effect is different.

Now, I’m sure a competent designer could emulate another style (and many interior designers do, because they often design for the client rather than just their own whims) but a unique, ahem, point of view is one of the necessary criteria for a good designer.

I’m just guessing here, but I doubt that someone like Alexander McQueen (romantic and all about that grand narrative) is anything someone like Karl Lagerfeld (quite precise), even though both share a tendency toward subversion.

I might explore more of this. Design is something I enjoy (both structurally and aesthetically) and I haven’t talked about it on this blog as much as I would have thought.

Design + personality sounds like it would be fun to write about, even if not 100% useful.

But that’s okay. We all need a little more fun in our lives.

 


More perhapses

  • Perhaps a Perceiver is less organized than a Judger, unless of course the Perceiver overcorrects.
  • Perhaps an Introvert is more likely to include a reading nook than the large dining table for the Extravert.
  • Perhaps an Intuitive is more likely to find things that “go” but don’t “match” while a Sensing person would take the time to find the exact right match.

 

A better strong female character

I had forgotten how much I enjoy Agatha Christie’s writing, especially the way she draws her characters. Even the bit players are vivid and true to life, and the way that she describes people is so insightful into what makes them tick.

That’s why she was such a great (albeit somewhat infuriating) mystery writers.

I’ve been reading 4:50 from Paddington, and Lucy Eyelesbarrow has quickly rocketed to the top of my favorite Christie characters.

The name of Lucy Eyelesbarrow had already made itself felt in certain circles.

Lucy Eyelesbarrow was thirty-two. She had taken a First in Mathematics at Oxford, was acknowledged to have a brilliant mind and was confidently expected to take up a distinguished academic career.

But Lucy Eyelesbarrow, in addition to scholarly brilliance, had a core of good sound common sense. She could not fail to observe that a life of academic distinction was singularly ill rewarded. she had no desire whatever to teach and she took pleasure in contacts with minds much less brilliant than her own. In short, she had a taste for the people, all sorts of people–and not the same people the whole time. She also, quite frankly, liked money. To gain money one must exploit shortage.

Lucy Eyelesbarrow hit at once upon a very serious shortage–the shortage of any kind of skilled domestic labour. To the amazement of her friends and fellow-scholars, Lucy Eyelesbarrow entered the field of domestic labour.

Her success was immediate and assured. By now, after a lapse of some years, she was known all over the British Isles. It was quite customary for wives to say joyfully to husbands, “It will be all right, I can go with you to the States. I’ve got Lucy Eyelesbarrow!” The point of Lucy Eyelesbarrow was that once she came into a house, all worry, anxiety and hard work went out of it. Lucy Eyelesbarrow did everything, saw to everything, arranged everything. She was unbelieveably competent in every conceivable sphere. She looked after elderly parents, accepted the care of young children, nursed the sickly, cooked divinely, got on well with any old crusted servants there might happen to be (there usually weren’t), was tactful with impossible people, soothed habitual drunkards, was wonderful with dogs. Best of all she never minded what she did. She crubbed the kitched floor, dug in the garden, cleaned up dog messes, and carried coals!

One of her rules was never to accept an engagement for any long length of time. A fortnight was her usual period–a month at most under exceptional circumstances. For that fortnight you had to pay the earth! But, during that fortnight, your life was heaven. You could relax completely, go abroad, stay at home, do as you pleased, secure that all was going well on the home front in Lucy Eyelesbarrow’s  capable hands.

Naturally the demand for her services was enormous. She could have booked herself up if she chose for about three years ahead. She had been offered enormous sums to go as a permanency. But Lucy had no intention of being a permanency, nor would she book herself for more than six months ahead. And within that period, unknown to her clamouring clients, she always kept certain free periods which enabled her either to take a short luxurious holiday (since she spent nothing otherwise and was handsomely paid and kept) or to accept any position at short notice that happened to take her fancy, either by reason of its character, or because she “liked the people.” Since she was now at liberty to pick and choose amongst the vociferous claimants for her services, she went largely by personal liking. Mere riches would not buy you the services of Lucy Eyelesbarrow. She could pick and choose and she did pick and choose. She enjoyed her life very much and found in it a continual source of entertainment.

 

Now, leaving aside the fact that Lucy Eyelesbarrow is a very convenient character to have on hand for this book (I hope she will have a very integral role to play in solving the mystery, otherwise the Mary Sue-factor is too large to ignore), there are a few things that I quite like about her:

  1. She’s not conceited. Yes, she’s smart, but she chose to do something that she genuinely enjoyed, that entertained her, and that made her money, instead of taking the expected career path.
  2. She’s her own dog, which is something I’m working on. Her schedules are made on her terms, she took vacations whenever she wanted, and booked the clients that she liked.
  3. Her business model. Find a shortage of something, and then be the best at it.
  4. Competence competence competence
  5. It’s rare to find a 30-something single lady in a book of a certain age without some reference to the fact that she’s single. I like that, since it’s pretty irrelevant to the plot, Christie left it out.

Basically she’s Mary Poppins but without the weird Mary Poppins contradictions and the timelord magic. She’s the type of lady (real or fictional) that I admire greatly, and I’ll be contemplating how I can apply these (fictional) ideas to my own business ideas.

Psychology as a fake discipline

Yet another scientific milestone is revealed as fake! This one in psychology! Boy I am shocked, I tell you. It’s one of the most famous experiments in group dynamics.

Born in the summer of 1905 and raised in İzmir province, Turkey, during the dying days of the Ottoman empire, Sherif won a place at Harvard to study psychology. But he found himself frustrated by the narrowness of the discipline, which mainly involved tedious observation of lab rats. He was drawn instead to the emerging field of social psychology, which looks at the way human behaviour is influenced by others. In particular, he became obsessed by group dynamics: how individuals band together to form cohesive units and how these units can find themselves at each other’s throats.

If you haven’t read about it before, here’s what goes happened:

Sherif’s cover story was that he was running a summer camp in Middle Grove. His plan was to bring a group of boys together, allow them to make friends, then separate them into two factions to compete for a prize. At this point, he believed, they would forget their friendships and start demonising one another. The pièce de résistance was to come at the end: Sherif planned to set a forest fire in the vicinity of the camp. Facing a shared threat, they would be forced to work as one team again.

At this point, I’m going to have to go through everything I thought I knew about psychology, figure out what was based in sound experimentation or has been adequately reproduced, and strip my understanding down to its bare bones. It’s disconcerting how much of what we think we know is based on complete lies and/or wishful thinking.

Here are some things that I do know that are reflected in the article:

Why it’s important to listen to Alex Jones

By the time of the incident with the suitcases and the ukulele, the boys had worked out that they were being manipulated. Instead of turning on each other, they helped put the tent back up and eyed their “camp counsellors” with suspicion. “Maybe you just wanted to see what our reactions would be,” one of them said.

The kids saw through the “false flags” set for them by the experimenters, and eventually turned on the camp staff. Sounds a lot like what’s going on with our dear overlords and all of the possible false flags surrounding gun control. Whether or not you like AJ, his eyes are open to the shenanigans that the elite like to pull over on us plebs and its good to be reminded of that.

Fun fact: the Rockefeller Foundation established the first two schools of public health in the US, at Johns Hopkins and Harvard.

Remove money from research and add risk

But the Rockefeller Foundation had given Sherif $38,000. In his mind, perhaps, if he came back empty-handed, he would face not just their anger but the ruin of his reputation. So, within a year, he had recruited boys for a second camp, this time in Robbers Cave state park in Oklahoma. He was determined not to repeat the mistakes of Middle Grove.

And of course, the second experiment went exactly according to plan.

The PI was ashamed to return to his granting institute without the results he had promised in the grant. The current funding structure of “science” basically incentivizes making up results before all the data is in, thus providing tremendous incentive to bias the data either consciously or unconsciously. It’s true, most grant-funded scientist have a racket going where they use their previous grant money to start research for the project that will win the next grant, because the granting agencies rarely award for grants that aren’t already viable.

There is all sorts of incentive to game the metrics and indicators in the scientific community, and very little incentive to produce true, verifiable results.

I’m sure there’s somebody doing rigorous, honest science out there. Somewhere.

Psychology is practiced by broken people

The robustness of the boy’s “civilised” values came as a blow to Sherif, making him angry enough to want to punch one of his young academic helpers.

There’s a truism that psychologists, as a whole, tend to have more mental problems than their patients. The people who self-select for psychology are looking to explain and/or treat their own issues. That opens the door to a buttload of wrong thinking, like what Vox Day is currently addressing with Jordan B Peterson’s stuff–broken people constructing working theories of the world around themselves, and then inflicting it on others.

This is also why I’m extremely wary of therapy, even though I think that talking some things through might be helpful for myself and for my gut monster. As a Christian, as a right-facing Trump supporter, I trigger all sorts of alarms in the type of person that is a therapist, and perhaps I am jumping to conclusions but I really doubt that I would get an objective standard of care if I actually revealed any of my honest innermost thoughts. I don’t want a new set of blind spots shiv’d under my fingernails while I’m trying to talk about my old blind spots.

Image of the week: It’s bad

There are 2 types of people in the world….

 

It’s funny, this image stood out to me today in spite of the fact that it had very little to do with my own experience of reality this week. Most of my time was spent travelling and visiting old friends. But sometimes touching base with people you haven’t seen in a while allows you to see the drift that has occurred between two viewpoints.

I have drifted ever rightward over the years, and friends of mine have listed left. Or even stayed the same. But it’s easier to see after some time away, like how you need to put a piece of writing out of your mind for a while to get the most out of self-editing.

And honestly, as “alarming” as this graphic seems to be at first – is it really such a bad thing? Pew seems to be conflating Democrat with liberal and Republican with conservative. It would make sense that, as it becomes clear that Democrat and Republican are really two sides of the same coin, that actual true differences might appear between the left and the right (instead of a pile of bi-factional globalist mush).

On the other hand, maybe we can’t get along after all.

“Good” faculty are still faculty

The kerfuffle in certain circles over Jordan B Peterson reminds me that 1. I haven’t written about his book yet, and 2. there was a bit in his book that made me go “Oh, this guy is still very much a faculty member” despite his being the recalcitrant, dissident faculty that we all want to like.

I think, as well (on what might be considered the leftish side), that the incremental remake of university administrations into analogues of private corporations is a mistake. I think that the science of management is a pseudo-discipline. I believe that government can, sometimes, be a force for good, as well as the necessary arbiter of a small set of necessary rules. Nonetheless, I do not understand why our society is providing public funding to institutions and educators whose stated, conscious and explicit aim is the demolition of the culture…………….

I honestly remember there being more “there” when I first read this bit. I thought I remembered reading at least a paragraph on the positives and negatives of the university that ended in an typical faculty equivocation or digression or something equally handwavy.

Instead, now I’m getting the whiff of typical faculty butthurt. Something along the lines of : I liked the university the way it was and now these upstart non-rigorous disciplines (which is a bit rich coming from a psychologist, tbh) are alerting the public to the fact that we cannot live up to our promises and now my cushy job is in danger.

Most faculty cannot live with the fact that “a degree is something that you need to get a job” places the university squarely in the crosshairs of the capitalist marketplace. They instead imagine themselves to be in the pastoral world where only 2% of the richest, most intelligent men go to college, where they can be free of any and all constraints of the free market. Including the market of ideas and pesky things like funding.

Circling back to point 1, the only part of 12 Rules for Life that I’d reread is the last chapter about the light pen, but even that chapter begs the question IF YOU HAD A PEN AS COOL AS THAT WHY WOULDN’T YOU USE IT FOR EVERYTHING??

This is one of those books where I used sticky tabs to note passages I found interesting. But a month later, when I go back to find those passages, I’m really not sure what I’m looking at.

It’s the specifics, stupid

I listen to Stefan Molyneux call-in shows on long drives. (There are few podcasts that are long enough so that I don’t have to switch in the middle. 😉 )

Many of these shows feature guests that I have absolutely nothing in common with. Maybe (usually) the caller is a dude, or there are mental health problems, or any number of other things that include the caller not being me.

What I’ve found, though, is that I learn something from each and every show.

Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t keep listening.

Sometimes it’s something Stef says, sometimes it’s something I start thinking about in relation to my own life and experiences.

I find that the more specific that things get, the more that the caller lets down his or her guard and really works with Stef to get at the truth, the more useful the call is.

You’d think that keeping things general and vague would be more helpful, more applicable to a broad audience.

Maybe that’s true in marketing, I don’t know.

But in this show, in this format, minute details and specific situations are key to unlocking understanding. I don’t know why this is, but it holds true for me.

Common understanding through specific details.

Or perhaps it’s the other way around: bullshit language for bullshit understanding.

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