Tag: adult learning

Philosphy Statement

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I think that one of the problems with the restaurant industry starts at home.  People have lost the admiration of the chef-driven food and the glamour of dining out because they lost to the knowledge of cooking themselves.

People have become numb to the talents of chef’s and the potential of food itself because of our extreme lack of connection with food.  It starts with a reliance on packaged food, it ends with not knowing how to cut an onion properly.

If we can get people excited about cooking again, we can get the people excited about what the true talents of the curious chef.

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An Adult’s Wish

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I wish I could learn everything about human history and the cultivation of civilizations.   I want to know the effect of outside religions, ways of life, learned skills, agriculture, cultivation, art, craft, and mood had on cross cultural exchange.  I want to unravel how these scenarios evolved into an entirely new society.  I want to dissect how civilizations rivaled different enemies both cultural and elemental.  Adoption is amazing and I what to study that in global, historical, and culinary profiles. (Yes culinary, you are what you eat, and our ancestors certainly pertain to the same rule.)

Yes, there is the internet from whom I can learn, in my pj’s with visuals and easy to find information, with a glass of wine and soft blues in the background.  There is an abundant and a variety of sources from which to choose, a plethora of information, countless accounts of collaboration and rebuttals.

This is exactly why a good teacher is irreplaceable.  Because it is too much information for one person to digest in a timely and attentive fashion.  I want an authority on the subject, someone to explain the importance and the motivations behind these changes.  It is important to know what happened and why, and also to get intimate with the influencing parties.  The interpreter is the most important part to unlocking the mysteries you wish you to decode, the creating clarity in that you seek.

The Pessimistic Pen

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111 posts and still my spelling is showing no signs of improvement.  In fact, it has gotten worse. I still have to struggle through every word, I still get letters mixed up and misaligned.  I thought that all this practice in the exact order of written communication would help my memory, would help jump start the motor to phonetics, but no.  It has made me more confident to make errors, to triple check every word less of a frightful panic.

I never thought I would say this, but thank god for voice typing, I can’t wait until I get enough confidence in technology or under go the demagnetification process for my fingers to tackle this new feat.

I love the written word, but lord does it scare me.

Scrambled Eggs

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It’s not that I am dyslectic

It’s that I get excited and jump ahead.

I don’t care about the exact order right now.

It’s not like I don’t understand the analytics of phonetic jig

I just don’t really care.

Does dyslectic entail being too concerned with the entire parade instead of those tiny details of tiny letters?

How did the Egyptians do it with the superbly detailed drawn language?

Cursive, the lazy man’s scribble,

is seriously a lot of work.

The Writer’s Conundrum

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I am the worlds worst speller.  I joke that the only word I know how to spell is my first name.  (Although my first name is 8 letters long, it did take me a while to master it in elementary school.)  I would loose at the word loose in a spelling bee.  At first I said thank the Good God for spell check.  Now I say that the Good God for Google.

It is pathetic, my inability to spell.  Not only am I a full-fledged adult who learned cursive in grade school, I  did not have the use of computers throughout high school (everything was hand written, can you imagine!), I went on major in English in college.  I have a BA from a top ten university in a field of study in which I lack a key concept.

The extent to how much spelling affects my life is embarrassingly amazing. My personal conundrum is far beyond my power to control it.  I construct sentences around the spelling of words.  I am writer who cannot spell, I am a poet who must choose words wisely.

There is a good chance that I am dyslexic.  A very good chance that I am very dyslexic.  I read words starting with the end and then ending with the beginning. Then I have to remember to flip it in my head before I read that word. It gets exhausting.  When I write, I have to concentrate on every word to make sure that is comes out properly.  The only way I know how to spell anything is via memorization.  The order, the proper placement of algorithm of letters, are lined up in my memory stacks.

I am hoping that writing more will help me with spelling, and give my the confidence to not let the written word hold me back.  Most of the time it is the hesitation that holds me back.  Marigold is to help me cool my sensitivity and memorize more word blueprints.