I did an interview today, and then I edited the video. And then I played with the mysterious settings in Adobe Premiere. Everything worked fine, after a subsequent amount of time. It’ll be up tomorrow.
You learn a lot by being self-taught. That’s what I’ve learned, every time. I spend a lot of time thinking about that when I’m messing around with something I’ve taught myself.
Somewhere in all of that is the joy of learning. That’s probably one of those things that means different things to different people, but to me, it’s pretty straightforward. Instilling the willingness to continue to learn in someone, because they understand the delight of discovery, is to give them the drive to want to do it throughout their lives. And what a gift that is, a gift that defeats the fear, the intimidation of learning new things later. Then a person isn’t stagnant. They continue to grow throughout their lives. What a joy that is.
You know people who just sparkle in knowing a new thing. They positively glow at the opportunity. And you know people who blanch at the prospect.
It’s funny, I used to think of this in the context of the elderly. You see it in people a lot earlier, though. And lately I find myself wondering — not about the old guy who knows he’s lived and seen and learned it all, and yet there’s still so much! — but about that middle-aged guy who thinks he’s lived and seen and learned enough.
And he’s going to stagger through the next several decades like that?
That sounds lonely, and depressing, doesn’t it?
So the joy of learning, of discovery, of inquisition, of invention and creation, it shall always be.
These aren’t the problems of philosophy, but, then, it’s only Tuesday.
If it’s Tuesday, that means yesterday was Monday. And I didn’t do the cat feature. So let’s get to that here.
Phoebe did not like this email.
She did not like it at all.
We were sitting out back and Poseidon desperately wanted to be involved.
Really he wanted to find some place to roll around out there, but we’re on to his game.
And now they’re both onto the idea that there’s a chipmunk living in the back yard. If you’ll just follow their eyes here, you’ll see him too.
One day, they are thinking in their little kitty brains, I will catch you and your days of blissfully tormenting us will be over.
