The 'Thou and the Shalt' of... Freeform Writing.

This entry is rushed. May 5th, deadline for JackChatShow.com launch is fast approaching – very fast. My project management site, asana.com, appears to be getting more Tasks, rather than less. What is the solution?: “Ask... and it shall be manifested unto you.”

Yep! I asked for this ! What is the old saw. 'Be careful what you wish for? Is a prayer not a wish? I turned stuff, lots of stuff, emotional and material, over to The Being of Light, to The Other Side. “OK, Take Over. I give up. Steer... Guide me. Your Way, not mine.”

Nuff said, I haven't felt so motivated and enthused about a project, especially one that probably will not bring in much in the way of financial return, for a long time – who cares? I'm helping others with subject matter few know about. If they do know about it – many are reticent in discussing the subject (of alternate realities, death consciousness, etc.) For not talking about death, or a near-death experience, I blame no-one. Most recently, negating my established “selected ears” premise and emitting a more jubilant vibration, I mentioned to the local pizza palour worker, I was hosting a live-streaming TV show.

“On what...?”

“Ooh, I had a near-death experience, and it's all about death, and what happens when we die – as we all will and do....”

That is where I stopped. The conversation ended. Why? The look on this fellows face. One side of his jaw went left, the other... right. His face had changed from complacent, to one of abject terror.

Not only did he throw me out of the pizza palor, he called the police as well, later slandering me as a terrorist, because, I said: 'We will all die.' [As, of course, we will. Sooner or later... we will die.]  

And that, is where the jackchatshow.com comes in, and I'm hoping I can help.

And this has or has not not been Freeform – if it has, good. If not... so be it. Deadline cometh. Must run.

As they say back home: “If I don't see you through the week... I'll see you through the window.”

Jack OUT.

Teaching and Learning... Learning and Learning

They often say, and I have proven this to myself more than once, that “...should you really want to learn – go teach someone, what you think you know. Then you'll learn, what you thought you knew.”

This was proven as few years ago, when, trying hard not to lapse into the mode of arrogant, recently graduated undergrad, I applied to tutor art at a local non-profit art place. Receiving zero support and almost less pay, I persisted in creating a class: Pastels for Impressionists. 

The class parameters were stated clearly. 'Must have Drawing Fundamentals, must have a command of pastels, hard and soft and be familiar with working on Wallis or Sennelier special pastel paper'. Of course, all this and the pastels cost the student. I know. Stated clearly at the top of the enrollment form.

In class, middle Americans, architect and friend, male,  two women, no Fundamentals, - “No, and I don't intend to take that class (Fundamentals) either. Can't (won't?) pay for them”.

And so the battle raged, do I teach... do I learn? 'Art is a symptom of the process of seeing.' 
“See the simplest tree out in the park...? Find the horizon, and establish your lines of perspective.... See it, now sketch it. See the height of the tree, squint, now see its form”. 

“Pardon me, what's a form? Why do I need lines of, of... what? Perspective? You're weird. I just want to sketch... but I love your accent. I don't want to create a tree. See that monument in the park, that's what...”

“You'll have to deal with foreshortening... have you studied Rembrandt?”

“Forewhat..., who? Why does it look so weird, it won't come towards me.”

“Did you read that you needed Drawing Fundamentals before enrolling in this class.”

“My friend said she knew all that.”

“And do you?”

“Well, she said she would teach me, show me. She's good at holding my hand, that it would be OK for me to enroll.”

“Normally, that is the decision made by the instructor. She holds your hand while you sketch? By the way, where is your friend now?” 

“Ooh, she can't come anymore. Her boyfriend doesn't....”

Sigh... Deep breath time. 

“Yes... you'd like to talk to me about how I teach my class? Yes, I can come into the office to-morrow.”

“Yes... you're correct. I did not present a syllabus to the class, it's printed in the enrollment form. The student is required to read that and the fact that they need Fundamentals before enrolling.”

“Well...  we can't let a dissatisfied student bad mouth our hard work. They have asked that their money be refunded....”

“But they've taken the whole class...! We're two weeks away from semester end.”

“Well, that's why we can't pay you for the entire semester....”

“Can't pay...? You mean, I can teach, and they can learn, then I can learn.”

So, I learnt that, i.) art students are mostly wacko, even though these seemed even slightly more mature than others, and ii.) the teacher (instructor) is the one who learns (or is taken advantage of).

I also learnt that teaching art students, was not tutoring or leading a team of technical writers. Why? Left hemisphere vs. Right hemisphere. What did I learn? Fine tune the radar, don't get taken advantage of, or try not to, and... aw, rats, it'll happen again. I give up. 'Tis life not a learning experience?

Learning... Teaching, Teaching... Learning.