Friday, June 21, 2013

This is water.

This is an abridged and illustrated version of a commencement speech given by David Foster Wallace.
It is brilliant and you should watch it, or better yet, watch it then click this and listen to the whole thing.

You can go read the whole thing here, or you can content yourself with the tiny bits from the opening and closing I'm pasting below...
your choice!

 There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?" 
              This is a standard requirement of US commencement speeches, the deployment of didactic little parable-ish stories. The story ["thing"] turns out to be one of the better, less bullshit-y conventions of the genre, but if you're worried that I plan to present myself here as the wise, older fish explaining what water is to you younger fish, please don't be. I am not the wise old fish. The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day-to-day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life-or-death importance, or so I wish to suggest to you on this dry and lovely morning.
         Of course the main requirement of speeches like this is that I'm supposed to talk about your liberal arts education's meaning, to try to explain why the degree you are about to receive has actual human value instead of just a material payoff. So let's talk about the single most pervasive cliché in the commencement speech genre, which is that a liberal arts education is not so much about filling you up with knowledge as it is about "teaching you how to think". If you're like me as a student, you've never liked hearing this, and you tend to feel a bit insulted by the claim that you needed anybody to teach you how to think, since the fact that you even got admitted to a college this good seems like proof that you already know how to think. But I'm going to posit to you that the liberal arts cliché turns out not to be insulting at all, because the really significant education in thinking that we're supposed to get in a place like this isn't really about the capacity to think, but rather about the choice of what to think about. If your total freedom of choice regarding what to think about seems too obvious to waste time discussing, I'd ask you to think about fish and water, and to bracket for just a few minutes your scepticism about the value of the totally obvious.
learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed.
       The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.I know that this stuff probably doesn't sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational the way a commencement speech is supposed to sound. What it is, as far as I can see, is the capital-T Truth, with a whole lot of rhetorical niceties stripped away. You are, of course, free to think of it whatever you wish. But please don't just dismiss it as just some finger-wagging Dr. Laura sermon. None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death.The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death. It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over,
           "This is water."
           "This is water."
    It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out. Which means yet another grand cliché turns out to be true: your education really IS the job of a lifetime. And it commences: now.I wish you way more than luck.

 2005 Commencement address at Kenyon College by David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)

Friday, June 14, 2013

Look, photos!

Does that distract at all from the fact I haven't posted in a month?

Here is a snack I made: Rice Chex tossed with a little bit of coconut oil then toasted, throw in some raw almonds and Acai berries covered in dark chocolate, yum!
You should try it.
 Ariella went to see a groomer and get her hair did. Isn't she looking lovely?
 Here are my new Dansko shoes.
 Here is the Columbia River, which we cross at Vantage and 
 we stopped at the Wild Horses monument, which is awesome.
 Here is a plant I received from the Things and Cheesypickles for Mother's Day.
 Here are Cornish Pasties I made in memory of my mom whose birthday was May 27th. She was a great lover of the Cornish pasty and made them frequently during my childhood. I realized my kids had never tried them. They were not noticeably impressed. Ah well...
 Disapproving rabbit disapproves.
 A sign I found and might actually need for my house.
 Disapproving rabbit still disapproves.