#learnnewthings

[alma-art]

Because of the pandemic, I have time to learn new hobbies, and i tried out weaving. It turned out to be quite fun, and interesting. And here is my progress:

Alright, so after two failure minicarpets (actually they were nice, just the knots were really loose, so the carpets decomposed), i finally weaved a quite nice one.

It still not perfect, but its made by me, and i had fun making it.

These are the yarns i used... cute matching pastel colours....

[biorhythmcentral]

I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing

Neil Gaiman - 

[oilwrench]

I dislike this sort of “it’s new therefore its horrible” BS.

My brain is not good with numbers, I can remember words very well, but numbers are gone the moment I look away. So math was always hard, but I can see how they got the answer in the top example. It makes sense to me.

I have no idea how they got 936 under the first line in the second example.

Yet my brother who is good with numbers can’t stand that top example, it seems redundant and stupid and can do the bottom way in his sleep.

Any single way of doing things will not work for all people. 

Maybe the new way isn’t for you, but you won’t know this until you try new ways. But if it works for people who can’t do the original way, then its not stupid or a waste to be taught.

#learnnewthings

[panda1987n]

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[the-indigogirl]

Getting outside and moving my body for the first time this week felt amazing!! . I was kicking myself for keeping myself stuck inside until yesterday afternoon. It made me forget about the world for 30 minutes which I was very thankful for. Look at the smiles that broke out when following along to a new (to me) YouTube flow! . What are you doing to brighten your days? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #yoga #yogapractice #learning #smiles #happy #learnnewthings #createhappy #mindfulmoments #moveyourbody #freshair #development #personaldevelopment #personalgrowth #selflove #selfcare #selfworth #selflovequotes #awakening #awake #lovemindset #smile #smilealways #newbie https://www.instagram.com/p/B97d4Q7nysa/?igshid=mdyl6d0ksfex

[bananaairplane]

Learning to Forklift & Other Revelations

“Are you liking the work?” Martin asked, and then, as I started nodding, “yeah, I could tell— you’re physical.” We were sitting on a log in the parking lot, taking an afternoon break. I wouldn’t have described myself as particularly physically inclined a month ago— as an academic, I liked to joke that I was paid to talk. But he was right. This experience has meant excavating parts of myself that, it turns out were hiding in plain sight. Earlier in the day, I had waved Martin through an obstacle course of equipment as he moved an awkward round tank on the forklift, walking back and forth to stay in his line of sight while watching for objects on either side of his load and calling out how much space he had. I did basically the same thing this summer, waving my cousin as she backed her enormous SUV out of our narrow driveway, bringing her as close to the neighbor’s hydrangea bushes as possible without leaving any permanent damage. I keep having these moments of recognition: shoveling grape skins out of a fermenter is like shoveling snow; inoculating yeast before adding it to a barrel is like tempering eggs for a hollandaise sauce. I know how to do more things that I realized, and I’m handier than I knew. Of course, that said, I’m still hopeless— taking forever to screw on a clamp or hunting all over for the sulfur dioxide, which sits in a huge bin on the counter in the mixing room.

The stated purpose of this whole endeavor was to do something new, so the flashes of familiarity might seem like a disappointment. You can travel as far as you like; there you always are. It’s not that I haven’t been having new experiences— learning the forklift is a prime example. You may dimly remember that feeling, from childhood, of trying something new and feeling afraid, and then having some minor setback and, overwhelmed with despair, wanting to give the whole thing up. Some kindly adult may have coaxed you back, or maybe your own pluck inspired you to climb back on the two-wheeler bicycle or step back out on the diving board. A small success followed, making you feel like the emperor of the universe. And then the gradual flow of familiarity, of dexterity. I started by moving some oak barrels on racks, and picking them up from the wrong side, tipped them on end. Terror. Another intern helped me right them, making me drive the lift as we made it right. Then, yesterday, I practiced stacking the plastic bins that carry the grapes from the fields. They have a lip along the top designed to catch the feet of a bin stacked on top, so they can be stacked into towers of six that reach fifteen feet high. The trick is getting the feet to clunk into place in the little lip, so the they stick together rather than balancing, teeteringly, on top of each other. As I maneuvered the boxes around, I remembered the hours spent jockeying one of those arcade claw machines with my brother, in the vestibule of a Florida Wal-Mart, soliciting endless quarters from our grandmother in pursuit of a pink bear perched invitingly at the top of the heap of prizes. When it finally tumbled down the chute and into our grasp, it was all tatty from being raked endlessly by the metal claw.

Confrontations with radical novelty get rarer as we get older and, already good at enough things, can avoid feeling stupid or overwhelmed. I want to keep feeling stupid until I die. Carl Jung describes the many little accommodations that are made in the course of a life, which result in gradually accepting the goals and values that are presented to us:

“We wholly overlook the essential fact that the achievements which society rewards are won at the cost of a diminution of personality. Many— far too many— aspects of life which should also have been experienced lie in the lumber-room among dusty memories. Sometimes, even, they are glowing coals under grey ashes” (Modern Man in Search of a Soul, 119-120).

It’s not that professional or social success are bad; it’s that they are usually won by setting aside the parts of oneself that don’t fit a readymade frame. I became an academic somewhat randomly, and then it became me. And it was me— but only a part. It’s perhaps no coincidence that taking on these new experiences has meant simultaneously tunneling backwards— feeling like a child again, and finding the past suddenly all around me.

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[mythfact]

Learned a new word this morning: Shambolic

sham·bo·lic| ˌSHamˈbälik | adjective informal, mainly British chaotic, disorganized, or mismanaged: the department's shambolic accounting. 

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I’m a fan of how the word sounds like its meaning. I read it in relation to Pete Davidson from an NYT article about his new film coming out: The King of Staten Island. 

I like to write down and write about new words I learn as I learn them- that way, they are more likely to stick, both in my mind, and in my vernacular. 

When I was younger, I used to be teased and even bullied for having a “large” vocabulary, which I found laughable, because I knew that there were so many words that I  didn’t know. I just found other people’s vocabulary (my peers- high schoolers) deplorable and... hmmm... what’s a nice way to put it? Boring, uninspired, flat. Limited. 

Some of these bullies (I guess they felt threatened?) asked me if I went home and just read the dictionary. I always answerd No, or ignored them, but the truth is, I couldn’t even look up one word in the dictionary, because I would get distracted and end up reading a ton of words and definitions. Now, I’m grateful for the “look up” method of the internet because it lets me get right to the word I’m looking for, but I also miss the meandering paths that I sometimes took when I opened the actual book. I enjoy the feeling of reaching for a word, a  specific word, which means exactly what I need it to mean, and finding it. I get frustrated when I forget a word, or can’t quite get to it. And then when it comes back- what satisfaction! What absolute relief! 

Maybe this is also why I like learning languages. The way humans express themselves and communicate is endlessly fascinating to me.