Gente, ya no me encuentro cómoda por aquí así que pasaré esporádicamente a hacer reblogs y ya, si alguien me quiere comentar algo estoy en curiouscat.me/cometandcrow. Un beso.
A child on the streets of New York never
touches anything which has not been scientifically developed,
engineered, planned, and sold to someone. Even the trees are there
because the Parks Department decided to put them there. The jokes the
child hears on television have been programmed at a high cost. The
refuse with which he plays in the streets of Harlem is made of broken
packages planned for somebody else. Even desires and fears are
institutionally shaped. Power and violence are organized and managed:
the gangs versus the police. Learning itself is defined as the
consumption of subject matter, which is the result of researched,
planned, and promoted programs. Whatever good there is, is the
product of some specialized institution. It would be foolish to
demand something which some institution cannot produce. The child of
the city cannot expect anything which lies outside the possible
development of institutional process. Even his fantasy is prompted to
produce science fiction. He can experience the poetic surprise of the
unplanned only through his encounter with “dirt,” blunder, or
failure: the orange peel in the gutter, the puddle in the street, the
breakdown of order, program, or machine are the only take-offs for
creative fancy. “Goofing off” becomes the only poetry at hand.
Ivan Illich, Deschooling Society (Marion Boyars, 1996 [1971]), p. 108.
i learned that the world record for the loudest thing ever shouted belongs to an Irish female teacher who shouted the word “quiet” at 121 decibels, the equivalent of a jet engine (x)
Estoy bien, muy ocupada (buena cosa). Trabajando mucho en todos los sentidos y descansando mucho intermitentemente. Esperando a que salga el Animal Crossing nuevo, también te lo digo.
