RUDIMENTS pt. 60
Making Cars
One thing I noticed was that, when
younger, a person seems to want to
have an opinion about everything.
Later on, in deeper age, it no longer
seems as vital, seems in fact more
to be just nosiness, blowhard stuff.
What used to be called 'Budinsky.'
That should surely be a syndrome
by now. They can sell pills for it and
then have that long list of cool side
effects listed. Best thing the FDA
ever did - better than having to
call Mommy a drug addict. 'Well,
she often walks into walls now and
often poops her pants, but at least
we no longer have to hear what
she thinks about Cuba.'
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Back when I was finishing high school,
that crummy final year filled with loads
of bad moments, there was a young
teacher, just starting, named, as I best
approximate, Mr. Fangeorelli. He was
maybe 26 or 27, and for his first classes
they'd assigned him to a 'new' subject
class, never tried before. It was called,
'Non-Western Cultures'. Immediately one
is struck by how 1960's the very concept
is, like 'lets have courses about all those
other people who are not like us, those
freaks and pygmies, the African bug-eaters,
those weird South and Central Americans
and all their gods and temples.' Real
Board of Ed boardroom stuff. So, they
give it to this new guy. He was from
Plainfield, and his family had a vegetable
mart that spilled out onto the sidewalk,
stuff for sale; Plainfield Fruits & Vegetables.
Kind of a creepy guy, (disclaimer here, right
up front - he eventually got fired for
messing around with a girl student or
three. I know no more and it wasn't me).
He had an opinion on absolutely all matters,
and because of that very little real matter
ever got covered in class. He'd manage each
class (I recall it as two, maybe three, classes
a week) to sidetrack the entire operation
by talking about every extraneous matter
you could think of - from Star Trek (TV)
to the Miss America Contest, and everything
in between. The highlight of the class, and
I guess what made it manageable, was when
the 'girls' would cook dishes native to whatever
culture or country was ostensibly the subject
of the course right then. Weird Peruvian
potatoes, and African green things. That's
how it just went but I was constantly annoyed
by being subjected to some fool's opinion
on everything.
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You see, the trouble with that is that opinions
only ever end up reinforcing the status-quo.
And that's all they ever want - because the
import of the entire idea is to render everything
ineffectual. All things are presented as either
'this' or 'that' - in a very stark either/or way.
Which is about as completely stupid as you
can get - so who wants your opinion. I
had plenty of (unschooled) opinions about
everything, but hey were really more like
attitudes, and I never piped up and no one
ever asked me anyway - but if they had, I'd
probably have peeled their eyelids with burn
at a few of the concepts I'd have handed them.
All society ever wants to do is to keep on
going along just as it is, which means every
item that's already in place wants to stay that
way. So, schools are about the last place
for any fool to begin opining about stuff.
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I never understood much, and I had a lot of
scars to show for it. Nor was I ever much
for games and feints and all that fake stuff
people in neighborhoods do. Basically it's
all to flatter the next guy's wife. Catch her eye.
I never understood why Life itself shouldn't
just be about relaxation and learning; but
learning in a relaxed manner. They'd even
made a rat-race out of that, and then they
wanted you to enjoy it and volunteer to
PAY for some four more years of it. Career
opportunities abounded. For nitwits. It all
just goes on and gets continued, mostly all
because no one ever just says 'Stop! Instead
they keep jamming structures and formats
and logic and reason down your throat for
all those deadly-years of enforced government
schooling taught by the worst examples of
their calling you want to find. Pill-popping,
overly-energetic types who, like that 'Non Western'
cultures guy just end up pawing little girls.
Or boys, if it's a church thing.
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At least when I got away, landed in NYC,
I was away from all that. The library there
was as big as a small country (probably
a non-western one), and I took full advantage
of wandering around and staying lost within
it....and much more. I knew there had to be
some sensible matter 'out there' - but it
had, to that date, eluded me.
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