I chanced upon this article on the New York Times on mediocrity vs excellence, in relation to hobbies – and I love it.
In Praise of Mediocrity
Lost here is the gentle pursuit of a modest competence, the doing of something just because you enjoy it, not because you are good at it. Hobbies, let me remind you, are supposed to be something different from work. But alien values like “the pursuit of excellence” have crept into and corrupted what was once the realm of leisure, leaving little room for the true amateur.
Why don’t phone makers create a theme in the OS where everything is presented in this wonderful font called Dyslexie?
I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to read when the letters jump or don’t make sense – where it’s hard to locate the next line or recall what the last word you read is.
Having taught for a couple of years, I’ve seen how Dyslexia in students causes them very real stakes – a boy capable of intellectual rigour, being streamed to a stream that doesn’t challenge him enough in his mind, but challenges him thoroughly in his processing of information that comes on worksheet after worksheet.
What a wonderful thing is ‘reading’ was not just ‘reading’ – but more focused on what one does with the information presented – whichever way it is in. Maybe one day, P2 Comprehension will be in audio form – not as an ‘access arrangement’ but as an alternative – it could be a choice before taking the national examinations. And students all get to read on the screens and answer them there – and the student with Dyslexia can just click on the audio button and seamlessly listen to the text.
Read has been transformed and I am one who has benefitted greatly from audiobooks (thank you Libby). I go through a book in 2-5 days – as opposed to how little I read when I was younger (the pivotal years where stakes were high). But it’s not too late.
Oh what audio books could do for those who struggle with reading, one way or another.
On our recent trip to Bangkok, I saw a book at Kinokuniya (while Immanuel had the time of his life browsing through countless books, and buying a few) which talked about the Danish notion of happiness.
The author, Meik Wiking, who is the CEO of The Happiness Research Institute wrote in his Litte Book of Hygge, about the concept of hygge (pronounce hoo-ga), something that some Danes think is uniquely Danish. While I’m not too concerned about whether it is unique or not, I sure want it.
He describes it as a ‘hug’, somewhat ‘intimacy’, which is generally ‘cosy’. Quite an abstract concept that many of us feel in various settings. Fireplaces and candles are the epitome of an experience that’s hyggelig.
As we build our home in this season of our lives, Immanuel and I seek to keep our home like Kanra (Japanese minimalist), but with loads of hyggelig nooks for books and snuggles.
I don’t know yet. I’ve had a few glimpses of what I am about, and a little clearer of what I hope to be about, but the journey ahead is still pretty long. And I need to remind myself that there’s no hurry to be completely sure of what I am about yet.
I love how this appeared in two of the books I’m reading now. Stay the Path, and the one here, The Last Arrow.
On his daily ‘going out’ ritual – something that seems so mundane and natural to me can actually be a ritual to another. What insightful comments on our dealings with fashion – so much of it unnecessary.
Some excerpts from the book.
People with autism live with different norms, understandably because of the way they are thinking. Each individual, with autism or not, is different – so why hold us all to the same standard?
I chanced upon this article on the NY Times:
What happens to creativity as we age?
I love this line in there:
Why does creativity generally tend to decline as we age? One reason may be that as we grow older, we know more. That’s mostly an advantage, of course. But it also may lead us to ignore evidence that contradicts what we already think. We become too set in our ways to change.
As I make the next most important move in my 20s (only a few months left to continue referring to myself as in my 20s!), I seek to gain more creativity. Having held a job in the civil service for a number of years, it’s the one thing that I craved the most. The freedom and creativity to do what I want and I love, yet at the same time, I have no idea what I want to do. In order to figure out what it is that I want to do, I need the time and being in the job didn’t give me that.
There are fears that what if, after all that figuring out, my conclusion points me back to the civil service, that I had just made the stupidest decision in my 20s.
But, if I don’t try now, I’ll likely never know.