On a whim, I often begin a blog; save it as a draft; and leave it to mature (or most often, rot...). If true to 'then' self, I would publish it regardless of my 'now' feelings. But sometimes 'now' me doesn't get 'then' me. 'Now' me thinks 'then' me is a whiny bitch. Here is 'now' me respecting 'then' me, a 'no one gets [then] me' rant:
Day ___: On understanding.
Day ___: On understanding.
'Not showing a clear understanding of the material'
is a horrible critique.
is a horrible critique.
Whose understanding?
The whole point [of some things/programs] is
to explore new ways of understanding.
to explore new ways of understanding.
Why isn't my understanding an understanding
worth considering (and writing about)?
worth considering (and writing about)?
'Scientific' knowledge has gloated for centuries,
indigenous knowledge came back to flex its muscles,
but what about plain ol' average [dare I say 'girl']
knowledge and understanding. My eyes, My brain,
My reading, My understanding. My cultural [lack of] capitol.
My Perspective. Deal with it.
indigenous knowledge came back to flex its muscles,
but what about plain ol' average [dare I say 'girl']
knowledge and understanding. My eyes, My brain,
My reading, My understanding. My cultural [lack of] capitol.
My Perspective. Deal with it.
"respect to 'then' purse"
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