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rePost : : College advice, from people who have been there awhile – Chris Blattman

Read the whole thing:
the quote came from this article from nytimes.
I’ve been lucky with a lot of my friends.For them there really is that thirst for knowledge, The thing is once you’ve had that thirst you never will be sated. Normal work here in the Philippines are in most ways repetitive,  and not really intellectually engaging. The secret I believe is going out of your way to find that love for learning that we have within us, and to foster this, automate as much as possible, find ways to maximize the interesting parts of your job and minimize the repetitive boring part.

It’s easy to think that college classes are mainly about preparing you for a job. But remember: this may be the one time in your life when you have a chance to think about the whole of your life, not just your job.
via College advice, from people who have been there awhile – Chris Blattman.

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Ka Erdy interment set on Monday – INQUIRER.net, Philippine News for Filipinos

Ka Erdy interment set on Monday
By Abigail Kwok
INQUIRER.net
First Posted 19:33:00 09/04/2009
Filed Under: death notices, Obituary, Religions
MANILA, Philippines—The funeral of Iglesia ni Cristo Executive Minister Erano “Ka Erdy” Manalo is set on 12 noon Monday, a spokesman for the religious group said on Friday.
via Ka Erdy interment set on Monday – INQUIRER.net, Philippine News for Filipinos.

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RIP

we are sad because you no longer with us, but happy that you have finished your task. Salamat po Ka Erdy!

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What if you got rid of the NYC subway?

I’d take another point of view. If we had a subway system here maybe we would have less cars and less car accidents and probably less pollution in metro manila, there probably would be more bike lanes and an overall better quality of life, hope they experiment with car-less cities for places like makati ortigas and a large part of qc, maybe in my life time

You’d need the equivalent of a 228-lane Brooklyn Bridge to move all those people into Manhattan during Monday morning rush hour.
At best, it would take 167 inbound lanes, or 42 copies of the Queens Midtown Tunnel, to carry what the NYC Subway carries over 22 inbound tracks through 12 tunnels and 2 (partial) bridges. At worst, 200 new copies of 5th Avenue. Somewhere in the middle would be 67 West Side Highways or 76 Brooklyn Bridges. And this neglects the Long Island Railroad, Metro North, NJ Transit, and PATH systems entirely.
Kinda puts the subway in perspective, doesn’t it? And don’t miss the map at the bottom that shows the size of the parking lots needed for all those cars.
By Jason Kottke • Aug 10, 2009 at 08:33 am • cities michaelfrumin NYC subway
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Marginal Revolution: Timing

I thought this was a trick question and I first thought go backward because most people would think going forward means friday, but when I realized they are the same I was thinking whatever!

Timing
Let’s say a meeting, originally scheduled for Wednesday, has been moved forward two days. What is the new day of the meeting?
That’s a question from Mark Frauenfelder at Boing Boing. The answer says a lot about how you implicitly think about time.
If you think it’s Friday, you imagine time as something you move through. If you think it’s Monday, you think of time as something that passes by you.
According to this research, a bit sketchy it seems to me, Friday people tend to be angrier. FYI, I’m a Monday person (it took me some time to see the question could have another answer!).
via Marginal Revolution: Timing.

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Thinking Of Oneself::Chasing after the Wind : Aardvarchaeology

I only ask the very hard question , or rather I only try to answer the HARD questions during my birthday, which as more than a week ago, I’d be lying if I thoughts like this didn’t enter my mind.

I was brought up to believe that I am special. I was told that I am unusually smart and gifted. Whether or not this is true, it has given me a deep-seated expectation of myself to do great(ish) things, to achieve a bit more than the average Joe, to stand out from the crowd, to gain recognition.
Most people of course achieve very little that is noteworthy beyond the solid humble everyday victories of a quiet life. I’m sure that most people do not have a sense that this is in any way insufficient. I’m also sure that many of these average achievers have talent and potential far beyond that needed to live a standard life. They just don’t expect of themselves to do any more than the average person. I believe they are by and large content.
The skills and training I have are not much sought after. There is very little professional demand for me. This clashes badly with my grandiose ideas about myself. I achieve things that I am proud of on a small one-man-project scale, but few care, and I gain little recognition. I am frustrated.
via Chasing after the Wind : Aardvarchaeology.

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Love To Read :: Fake Rocks, Salami Commanders, and Just Enough to Start | 43 Folders

Seconds Away
Your Lizard Brain is absolutely right when it tells you that most people won’t notice if you don’t make something, and that a lot of people won’t particularly care if you do. But, how you choose to respond to that existential kōan will say a lot about your potential as both an artist and as an engaged human.
Because, if you’re relieved that universal apathy provides legitimate cover for eight blissful hours of “managing email,” then you’re in luck. Every day for the rest of your life. Punch out.
But, if you’re like me, you may find you’re invigorated—even challenged—by all that bigger ambiguity. By knowing that, at any time, you might be seconds away from starting something amazing that seemed impossible a minute ago. Even oddly prepared to drop the lizard crap whenever the need arises.
Weird to think how insanely different your day could be today. Purely depending on what you do in the next 10 or 15 seconds. If that switch gets flipped in the right direction, then stays there.
What can you tolerate? What will you start? Now.
See? You’ve got enough of everything you need. You’ve already started. Now just keep going.
via Fake Rocks, Salami Commanders, and Just Enough to Start | 43 Folders.

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Against The High Art Feeling People::Pinoy Penman

I’ve been seeing protest against specific individuals honoring as national artist, by people who have the gal to say that they know what art is. Well Fuck Off.

Let me be very clear that my protest is not directed at the appointees themselves, who all possess some sterling qualities that lifted them to the prominence they justly deserve. I do not mean to put down certain categories or definitions of the word “artist,” which in these times must surely go beyond the age-old figures and spheres of the poet, painter, and musician.
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At the very core of things, no true artist needs an award, especially one granted by a government whose credibility and sincerity many artists will or should find trouble with. But the National Artist Award was meant to rise above petty politics, to give some material recognition and sustenance for our most creative and most productive imaginations—a vain hope, as it turns out, in this politically besotted and benighted country. As one pundit has put it, why be so surprised? How can we be so naïve as to expect that our cultural bureaucracy would be immune to the same strain of corruption that infects our public works, education, and customs offices?
via Pinoy Penman.

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rePost :: Why I am Not a Professor

I’ve been mulling taking up graduate studies for over a year now and the only reason I am vacillating a decision is I’m afraid of being underwhelmed.

Teaching was not the only criterion of assessment. Research was another and, from the point of view of getting promotion, more important. Teaching being increasingly dreadful, research was both an escape ladder away from the coal face and a means of securing a raise. The mandarins in charge of education decreed that research was to be assessed, and that meant counting things. Quite what things and how wasn’t too clear, but the general answer was that the more you wrote, the better you were. So lecturers began scribbling with the frenetic intensity of battery hens on overtime, producing paper after paper, challenging increasingly harassed librarians to find the space for them. New journals and conferences blossomed and conference hopping became a means to self-promotion. Little matter if your effort was read only by you and your mates. It was there and it counted.
via Why I am Not a Professor.

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