I am an idiot 13 Jul 2010 I decided not to continue being the manager of a technical computing graphics department when I realised that my staff knew more than I did. I hadn’t realised until a few minutes ago that I now must relinquish the title of “geek”. There’s nothing wrong with my offline editor. I had clicked the wrong button. I am going to sleep now and hope that miraculously overnight my brain regenerates…. Administrative Administrative
Administrative Sorry for the absence 11 Sep 2010 I’m preparing my semester’s teaching. It starts Monday so I may be a little quiet for a while. Contribute to a discussion or write a HPS piece for Whewell’s Ghost. Read More
Administrative Sorry for the repeats 23 Aug 2009 The intarwubs failed me; something to do with a rogue DNS between me and WordPress. So I have deleted the older versions of each post. Read More
Administrative Do you enjoy ET? 28 Aug 2010 I have spent a few hundred dollars (AUD, each worth around USD0.001) over the past few months getting access to my CSS and paying for ad-free display. If you like what I do and think it worthwhile, I’d very much appreciate any small donation you might be able to make…. Read More
That seems a really weird reason to resign. When your minions/underlings know more than you is when managing people becomes interesting 🙂
Oh, I didn’t resign, but it meant I was looking for a new career. Then along came this philosophy postdoc…
I just realised. This means I became a philosopher when my mind began to go… I wonder what that means?
It’s called being human. And it’s not that the minions are smarter, it’s the realization that the younger generation now look on you as the same doddering old fart as you looked on the older generation as when you were their age. What’s really; deflating, though, is meeting kids for whom Star Trek: The Next Generation is some sort of quaint fossil from the early years of TV SF and who have never even heard of the original series. Still, just remember, even at your dumbest you’re still smarter than a fifth-grader who is a hundred times smarter than a cdesign proponentsist. And at least twice as smart as a New Atheist.
I wouldn’t be too down on idiocy. It’s been a time-honored profession ever since we began falling off walls. And these days, a truly blithering idiot can have almost unlimited earning potential (case in point: glenn beck).
What’s really; deflating, though, is meeting kids for whom Star Trek: The Next Generation is some sort of quaint fossil from the early years of TV SF and who have never even heard of the original series. I already went through this more than thirty years ago in a record shop. (note: records existed before those antique CDs). Two young teenage girls were looking at a Beatles albums and one explained to the other that’s a group Paul McCartney used to be in. Around the same time my flat mate was watching a rerun of Woodstock (the film that is) in our local fleapit. During the final sequence the teenage girl sitting in front of him turned to her boyfriend and asked; “who’s the nigger playing his guitar the wrong way round?” I think ‘feeling old’ starts around ones twentieth birthday!
Feeling better after a good night’s sleep? Whenever I feel like that (which, now in my mid forties, is more often than I would like it to be), I sleep. I kind of remember (See?!) seeing something about the filming of that commercial in Animal Planet (or at least I think it was…) and how they used specially trained cats and digital effects. Your talk about building a cocoon and coming out as a butterfly made me think about a comics series of the 70s, “Kamandi: the Last Boy on Earth”, and a character that does exactly that (starting as some sort of energy monster and coming out as a beautiful red woman). None of my students would know what I was talking about if I told them about it and, in fact, they don’t even know about “Editorial Novaro”, a Mexican publishing house that translated American comics to Spanish and sold them all over Latin America since the late 50s. It went bankrupt in the 80s. For me and most Mexicans my age it was an intrinsic part of growing up.