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 Years
ago a teacher said he enjoyed conversations with me because I
was "lucid." Other people don't always seem to agree.
This site isn't likely to resolve the dispute, but spreading
the confusion to a wider audience should produce some good conversation,
one of life's greatest delights. I'll be posting ideas about
general philosophy, education, composition, and bits of quirkiness
that may occur late at night.
This site is for both students and teachers, anyone who likes to think, who wants life and education to be more than memorize, regurgitate and forget. Feel free to use or adapt the ideas here. Of course, I wouldn't mind getting credit, especially when the ideas work, but more than that I'd like people to get in touch. Let me know what you tried and what happened (or didn't). Ideas are like clay: the more you work it, twist it, squash it down and start over, the more workable and useful it becomes. One friend with insight said that I'm at my most serious when I appear to be joking. I'm also at my most irritating when my pompous aspect takes control. Just pretend that it's really an attempt at humor. In the picture above, I'm the one with the longest fur over the least of my body. Forrest D. Poston, teacher, student, writer, auction junky, idealist, and cat cushion. I'm closing fast on 45, writing my dissertation, planning a composition textbook, and hoping to find a college that lets me teach students to do more than memorize, regurgitate, and forget. In the classroom, I do look marginally more professional, and just because I have long hair doesn't mean I'm a revolutionary. It hasn't been all that long ago (high school actually) that I had short hair, black plastic glasses and wore plaid polyester way too often. Still, I do have a tendency to bring out latent insecurities in some people without trying. ---------------------------------- Contact,
Converse, Critique, Question Would you like to know when the site gets updated? Drop me an e-mail, and I'll add you to the list. Much of my writing has been for the antiques site lately, but I have a long list of essays in assorted stages of revision for this site. The people who e-mail often apologize because they assume I'm swamped with e-mails. I only wish it were true. I'm a teacher from the marrow out, so give me questions. I'm a writer, so I also need an audience. Sometimes that means applause, sometimes rotten tomatoes. From time to time, a student decides to use some of my ideas, or perhaps they even quote me in a paper. Great, I'll take what fame and traces of immortality I can get. However, I should also warn such students that my ideas are not always the things that your teachers want to hear. I'm a stubborn idealist, and that puts me at odds with quite a bit of education theory and literary criticism. Sure, I think I'm right about some things, and I'm sometimes convinced of my own brilliance, but don't jump into the fire blindfolded. FDP |