Whatsup: I can’t wait to see you waste another Saturday of your life collecting data on self-checkouts. You should like write a book or something. I’ve been waiting for a resolution all my life, and here it is! Clap your hands, people! This guy’s a nerd!
Some big-boy blogs picked up my grocery express lane post, including Lifehacker last week, from which a few careerist trolls have now immigrated, allowing me a glimpse at the kind of shower mold real bloggers deal with daily.
“Don’t feed the trolls” is sound policy which I’m ignoring here not because I’m looking for affirmation from my usual enablers but because I get this from my students all the time, both personally, about world-record math and graphing stories, but also in the abstract, in our show-and-tell post-mortems. We have watched some incredible videos lately – Rube Goldberg machines and time lapse photography, for instance – and if a video smacks even slightly of concentrated effort or advance planning, someone will inevitably scoff that the subject has a) “too much time on his hands” or b) “no life.”
Ten times out of ten.
And I would so much rather my students understood the value of turning stupid ideas into reality than the entire sum of Algebra
dwineman: You say “looks like somebody has too much time on their hands” but all I hear is “I’m sad because I don’t know what creativity feels like.”