Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Somewhat Abstract Thoughts on My Relationship with literacy.


I've always had a strange relationship with literacy. My hobby has always been computers. Since infancy, I've had access to computers and a lot of encouragement to use them. So, I did. Computers are largely text-based machines. As a result of simple necessity, I learned to read so that I could use the computer. One of my earliest childhood memories is playing an “interactive storybook”, where the tortoise and the hare would race, and I could influence events along the way by clicking various objects. As I aged, this progressed into playing video games with my friends online, chatting through AIM, reading the entire archives of MAD magazine through an app, managing troops and communications in Starcraft, reading webcomics, arguing on internet forums, and researching all the things the people around me didn't seem to want me to know. Upon reflection, it almost seems like I made a dedicated effort to avoid learning anything academic at any costs and to spend as much time as I could goofing off on the computer. My only stumbling block was that the internet was a really fun place to be, but only when you knew what you were doing. But, the internet is an amoral, anarchistic land where the only thing that matters is results. While real life provides infinite opportunities for stupidity being rewarded, the internet will brutally slap down those don't respect its rules. One of the necessary rules is that communication be as appropriately universal as possible whenever possible. I have no clue what other ramifications that sort of attitude may have had on a developing child's psyche, but a clear result was that I learned how to read and write extremely quickly, and at a level far advanced past what was expected of me at the time. You can tell a kid he needs to learn how to type and he'll practice for fifteen minutes a day. Give that same kid a copy of Starcraft, and he'll spend four hours a day practicing his typing skills, two hours doing math ranging from finances to moderate algebraic principles, and a few hours learning amateur military strategy and practicing solving asymmetrical problem situations with divergent thought patterns. In many ways, playing on the internet wasn't even fun a lot of the time. It was painful, tedious work, stretched out over thousands of hours and interweaved with pictures of cats with funny captions interweaved to keep my stimulus-addled brain going.

Even as I've been writing this blog post, I've been playing an RPG on my iPad next to me, googling and wiki'ing every other thought that pops into my head, listening to a setlist of music prepared for me to promote focus (as prepared by the internet), and randomly posting thoughts about this anti-social social media network on the websites that I actually find entertaining. I blog about the strangeness of a real fake blog for turning in my homework assignments. One of the things I actually talk about there is that simply shifting the assignment from “academic” to “blog” instinctually drives me to be more informal than I would be for most assignments. I have been lured into a medium in which I am comfortable with a different type of presentation. In academic work, signs of personality and wit are a death sentence. Dry, bland, boring and as hyperbolic and loquacious as possible. A blog lives on the personality of its author a lot more than the content. You don't go to the Drudge Report for breaking news, you go for Drudge. Same with the Huffington Post and Perez Hilton and so on and so forth. This helped me to develop a rather strong writing voice that would simultaneously advance my literacy skills while holding back my academic success and development. Up until my Junior and Senior years of High School, I would wow teachers with my fantastic reading comprehension and complex analysis, only to ruin it by relaying it in paper like I was their best friend or somebody chatting with them. It was only through rigorous academic discipline through thousands of writes and re-writes that I was able to manage the intricacies of the academic monotone accurately well, and even then only in the setting of strict academic assignments. By diverging the structure, I revert a bit towards my more natural form of written communication- the informal familiar over-explainer persona that goes over so well online.

I'll likely have to return to pure academic-style writing for a lot of these future blogs, especially as they're not as egocentric as these first two have been, but I'm not looking forward to it, as I feel that the casual ebb and flow of conversation is an essential part of optimal communication. I think this is why it shows up so often in the otherwise surprisingly rigid and academic-ish world of the internet. I feel that academic text is deliberately and self-consciously hostile towards outside penetration. It wants to feel special by being snobby and different for absolutely no reason. I've learned to deal with it as a part of the academic world and its progression, but I have read and will continue to read thousands of pages of self-congratulatory meaningless rambling padded with ridiculous descriptions and words haphazardly thrown together from a buzzword thesaurus. It's a cliché thought, but it exists for a reason. In my own teaching, I would love to be able to get away from the established systems and focus on a more organic and natural approach, but in many ways I know that's an insane pipe dream for so many reasons. So I'll keep my head down, do what I'm told, and never make any waves to change the system. It's for the best. Most of the ideas people have are awful anyway, especially all the people I see on the internet. And they're the ones who taught me how to think.

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