Filed Under (Ponderings) by justin
I know I’ve not been writing all that much, but if you’ve noticed the reading list on the sidebar,1 you know I’ve been reading. My news source of choice is BBC. It’s great to hear about what’s happening in the world with minimal opinionizing, and I find they do a great job of focusing on worthwhile information while ignoring junk stories. And they have a configurable website. What’s not to love? No, the real problem comes with people who give their opinion. You know—everyone. Granted, my primary reading of late (Slate, Mother Jones, GOOD, AtlanticWire) is often going to clash with my conservative-leaning values. I knew that going in.2 Still, I love me some SCREED and Political Gabfest. And they’ve figured out things like RSS. Mostly.3 What I don’t love is the false sense of truth. And it keeps popping up in obvious ways. (These examples come from my last few days’ reading. And in every case, I agree with the basic idea the author is unsuccessfully attempting to promulgate.)
Don’t worry, I won’t go on—because these crude attempts at “smart, fearless journalism” aren’t actually the point. See, the title isn’t about them. It’s about me. I’m actually concerned because I can’t let these things go. When I read flagrant stupidity, I get all enraged and lambast them for hours in very realistically-imagined emails. Sometimes, I even write less-inflamed comments. And, of course, I don’t leave the offending articles sitting open on my computer, lest Binbin be poisoned by them. I’ve always wanted to be a change-maker. The potential for change is what attracts me toward law, management and public policy. I’m a tweaker. Necessary improvement is an obsession-inducing elixir. I’m getting jaded. Futility shuts me down like a direct lightning strike on a fusebox. Seeing exactly how broken our change-inducing systems are, therefore, presents a nasty conundrum: it first feeds the urge to dig in, then leaves an aftertaste so nasty I swear off the possibility of allowing my name to be in any way associated with it. Maybe it’s a good thing I’m teaching English in China without regular internet access, not hobnobbing with power-players in my final year of law school.
Filed Under (Happy Dance) by justin
I had a few students ask about why I came to China and when my answer matched the answers of a few other teachers, it started them thinking about how we could have the same motivation. We all came to China to help people, and that is not a common motive for people to have. They were interested in what bred such a desire. |
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