Acting Out and Thinking Loud–Thinking and Acting Out Loud

Folks who think out loud don’t get no respetc. Nonz.  But I am going to do it, naytheless.

I have been watching Simon Ensor’s blog of late oscillate toward a marvelous political dynamism.  In other words, he bringing it.  And Americans can get it, we can reciprocate and get into the French elections with some serious empathy.  We feel your pain.

Here is his latest Steller response to the appointment of Betsy DeVos as Education Secretary. I think I commented by calling her a vulture edupreneur (reminescent of Matt Taibi’s moniker for hedge fund creeps, “vampire squids”).

He has since posted a longer read here. Please comment and annotate if you are so moved by going here.

I have been exploring Everett Reiner’s 1970’s book, School Is Dead for about about a week and am about to dive deep into annotating it. His words seems apt and strong and worthy for the moment.

Here is a Pablo quote from it inspired by Simon’s incandescence:

And here with a bit of revision and a new app, VanillaPen:

I have been thinking about “gifs that talk” and exploring tools like Gif Out Loud and Gif Talk. Below is one I created with my own voice using Gif Out Loud and then uploading to YouTube.

Taking the ashes

Our vulturecater edupreneurs eat the masses.

I don’t think I have any particular learning agenda in these explorations other than simple needs: the need to express, the need to add voice to gif (especially my own voice), the need to respond, and the need to play per se. I yearn to be free and to help others be free, too.

Fly my lunas. Fly.

Luna Moth Away!

I created this video with the YouTube Video Editor (

Schooling: A Fable of Sharks and Fish by Bertolt Brecht

If sharks were people,’ his landlady’s little daughter asked Mr. K, ‘would they be nicer to the little fish?’ ‘Of course,’ he said, ‘if sharks were people, they would have strong boxes built in the sea for little fish.
There they would put in all sorts of food, plants and little animals, too. They would see to it that the boxes always had fresh water, and they would take absolutely every sort of sanitary measure. When, for example, a little fish would injure his fin, it would be immediately bandaged so that he would not die on the sharks before his time had come.
In order that the little fish would never be sad, there would be big water parties from time to time; for happy fish taste better than sad ones. Of course, there would be schools in the big boxes as well. There the little fish would learn how to swim into the mouths of the sharks. They would need, for example, geography so that they could find the sharks, lazing around somewhere. The main subject would naturally be the moral education of the little fish. They would be taught that the grandest, most beautiful thing is for a little fish to offer himself happily, and that they must all believe in the sharks, above all when they say that they will provide for a beautiful future.
One would let the little fish know that this future is only assured when they learn obedience. They must shy away from all lowly, materialistic and Marxist inclinations, and inform the sharks immediately if any one of them betrayed such tendencies. …
If sharks were people, there would of course be art as well. There would be beautiful pictures of sharks’ teeth, all in magnificent colors, of their mouths and throats as pure playgrounds where one can tumble and play. The theatres on the bottom of the sea would offer plays showing heroic little fish swimming enthusiastically down the throats of the sharks, and the music would be so beautiful that its sounds would lead the little fish dreamily to the chapels and, filled with the most pleasant thoughts, they would stream down the sharks’ throats.
There would certainly be religion. It would teach that true life really begins in the sharks’ bellies. And if sharks were people, the little fish would stop being, as they are now, equals. Some would be given offices and be put over the others. Those a little bigger would even be allowed to eat the smaller ones. That would only be delightful for the sharks, for then they would more often have bigger crumbs to gobble up. And the most important of the little fish, those with offices, would look to the ordering of the little fish. And they would become teachers, officers, box-building engineers, etc.
In short, there could only be culture in the sea if the sharks were people.’
Bertolt Brecht: Kalendergeschichten
This parable was taken from Everett Reimer’s book School Is Dead.  I am shocked that I never ran across this book in my unschooling days.  He was a compadre to Ivan Illich. This is his take on Deschooling Society.  If you want to know more about Illich and his take on informal education drop in on infed (informal education) and browse their ‘stacks’.