I really don't know where he's getting this from, except for showing him a couple of youtube videos, Pascal has barely seen Parkour. I threw in a couple clips showing the typical Parkour moves Pascal is imitating. Maybe Parkour is just a natural movement kids are inclined to do?
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I started working again beginning February 1. Up until this time I've kept up on my gymnastics with plenty of rest during the day. I gotta keep it going even if I'm tired from work. Here is a small sample of where my parallel bar skills are at. Could definately get crisper (stick the handstands will you!), and I need a dismount (which I'm afraid of).... but it's slowly getting there.
I'm not a religious person at all, and I don't pretend to know much about the Catholic church, but here in Austria you see a whole lot from Catholic culture. We drove to Melk, a Benedict monestary. The church was in a word: stupendous. So much gold, so many serpent tailed figures painted on the ceiling, so many pictures of Jesus getting pummeled on his way to the cross, and strangest of all the reliquaries: splinters of the cross, a jaw bone (with one tooth still in it!) of a saint, a skeleton (real of not?) half clothed resting in a glass vitrene in a church apse. All of it displayed in the most ornate golden frame. The opposition of jewels, gold, fine design and beautifully colored paintings, with the basic guts and gore of a finger bone, or the macabre details of Jesus's torture just leave me kind of dumb founded. I have a hard time holding the two together in my head without either laughing at the frivolity of all the golden snorchels compared to the frightening immediacy of a jaw bone, or despising that dirty little half rotten finger bone resting in such a finely crafted ornate golden box. A weird opposition. I know the way I feel about is not at all how the monks or artists felt about it. So how exactly did they experience/feel these objects? Beats me.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
We got a new car today. Whoopie! A Renault Kangoo, funny name. I think we'll name it "Bubbles" because the seat upholstery sports a circle design. It's parked right in front of our house today - I can see it from our front window. There are two garage doors in front of our building but only one is used for cars, so most people think they can't park in front of the second garage door, but they can. Let's keep that a secret, o.k.?
For now we'll have to do with a stock photo of the Renault Kangoo. Pictures of our actual Kangoo, Bubbles will surely show up soon.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
So I came across this poem from Goethe - he's like the German's Shakespeare but he is more philosophical and less flowery maybe than Bill. The poem is about teachers and students, and more generally the futility of certainty, and the persistence of change. I guess the poem was especially relevant after talking to Tessa about her English teacher, and how he wants the students to "get" his ideas about the story they are reading, and if the student's move the idea off his line of thinking he cuts them off, and steers the discussion back onto his line of thinking.
Here is Goethe's poem in german:
"Was Gutes zu denken, waere gut,
faend sich nur immer das gleiche Blut;
Dein Gutgedachtes in fremden Adern,
Wird so gleich mit dir selber hadern.
Ich waere noch gern ein taetig Mann,
Will aber ruhn;
Denn ich soll ja noch immer tun,
Was immer ungern ich getan.
Truege gern noch laenger des Lehrers Buerden,
Wenn Schueler nur nicht gleich Lehrer wuerden."
The first stanza says, "It is good to think of something Good, if only it was taken or understood by someone like you - of the same Blood. Because, when your Good thoughts are in someone else's Blood, they (your Good thought, or the other's interpretation of that Good thought) are likely to turn on you to quarrel."
The second stanza: "I'd gladly be a committed, active Man, but instead I only want Quiet. Because I will always have to do, all those things that I always hate to do." The last line is pretty funny the way it is written in German, "Was immer ungern ich getan" or "What always unhappily I did."
Last stanza: "I'd gladly carry the Teacher's burden (of communicating/teaching those Good thoughts), if only the Students wouldn't so quickly grow-up and become the Teachers of a new batch of Students."
So, to me, the Teacher wishes his Good ideas could find their way into the Student's brain, without any change, without any re-interpretation, without resistance. But his Good ideas are rejected by his Students, they don't praise the Teacher's hard fought wisdom, they instead quarrel with him, tell him his Good ideas are not so perfect after all.
To the Teacher this is naturally disappointing, all that effort to achieve those Good ideas, and the Students reject them. The Teacher would, however, continue to fight for his Good thoughts, to explain again, to find a way to get his Students to Understand, if it weren't for the completely unsettling fact that not only will his Students always quarrel with him, but that those Students will become Teachers themselves and teach not his Good idea's but the transformed idea they won from the Teacher. The final nail in this coffin is then that these new Teachers with their transformed ideas find the same resistance again in their new batch of Students.
The wheel turns.... nothing stays the same... no idea is 'The' idea, no matter how hard fought and 'right' that idea might be. Funny actually.