Interesting article on the correlation between I.Q. and education by Nicholas D. KRISTOF in the NY Times.
If intelligence were deeply encoded in our genes, that would lead to the depressing conclusion that neither schooling nor antipoverty programs can accomplish much. Yet while this view of I.Q. as overwhelmingly inherited has been widely held, the evidence is growing that it is, at a practical level, profoundly wrong.
Chris Abani is a very impressive guy. His 17 minute talk is funny, insightful and hard to listen to.
What makes us cheat?
Interesting experiments on what influences people’s tendency to cheat.
How to Raise Our I.Q.
Interesting article on the correlation between I.Q. and education by Nicholas D. KRISTOF in the NY Times. If intelligence were deeply encoded in our genes, that would lead to the depressing conclusion that neither schooling nor antipoverty programs can accomplish much. Yet while this view of I.Q. as overwhelmingly inherited has been widely held, the evidence is growing that it is, at a practical level, profoundly wrong.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Jelaluddin Rumi (found on www.gratefulness.org )
Never try to be better than someone else! Words of wisdom from an old man who seems to have lived a righteous life with good values; very inspiring … I tracked down the poem he recites: The ROAD AHEAD or the ROAD BEHIND.
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling.
Poem by Joseph Beuys.
English version (freely translated by myself):
Let yourself fall.Original version:
Learn to observe snakes.
Plant impossible gardens
Let someone dangerous in for tea.
Make small Signs that say “yes”
and spread them all over your house.
Become a friend of freedom and uncertainty.
Look forward to dreaming. Cry at the movies.
Swing as high as you can on a swing at moonlight.
Maintain different moods.
Refuse to be “responsible”. DO IT OUT OF LOVE.
Take a lot of naps.
Pass on money. Do it now.
The money will follow.
Laugh a lot. Bathe in the moonlight.
Dream wild, imaginative dreams.
Draw on the walls. Read every day.
Imagine you are enchanted.
Giggle with children. Listen to old people.
Open yourself. Dive in. Be free.
Praise Yourself. Let go of fear.
Play with everything. Preserve the child in you.
You are innocent.
Build a castle of covers
Get wet. Hug trees.
Write loveletters.
Lass Dich fallen.
Lerne Schlangen zu beobachten.
Pflanze unmögliche Gärten.
Lade jemand Gefährliches zum Tee ein.
Mache kleine Zeichen die “ja” sagen
und verteile sie überall in Deinem Haus.
Werde ein Freund von Frieheit und Unsicherheiten.
Freue Dich auf Träume. Weine bei Kinofilmen.
Schaukel so hoch Du kannst mit einer Schaukel bei Mondlicht.
Pflege verschiedene Stimmungen.
Verweiger Dich “verantwortlich” zu sein. TU ES AUS LIEBE.
Mach eine Menge Nickerchen.
Gib Geld weiter. Mach es jetzt.
Das Geld wird folgen.
Lache eine Menge. Bade im Mondlicht.
Träume wilde, phantasievolle Träume.
Zeichne auf die Wände. Lies jeden Tag.
Stell Dir vor, Du wärst verzaubert.
Kicher mit Kindern. Höre alten Leuten zu.
Öffne Dich. Tauche ein. Sei frei.
Preise Dich selbst. Lass die Angst fallen.
Spiele mit allem. Unterhalte das Kind in Dir.
Du bist unschuldig.
Baue eine Burg aus Decken.
Werde nass. Umarme Bäume.
Schreibe Liebesbriefe.
Poem by Erick Fried.
English version:
It is madness
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is unhappiness
says caution
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It has no future
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ridiculous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love.
Es ist Unsinn
sagt die Vernunft
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
Es is Unglück
sagt die Berechnung
Es ist nichts als Schmerz
sagt die Angst
Es ist aussichtslos
sagt die Einsicht
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
Es ist lächerlich
sagt der Stolz
Es ist leichtsinnig
sagt die Vorsicht
Es ist unmöglich
sagt die Erfahrung
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
The ROAD AHEAD or the ROAD BEHIND
I think the fates must grin as we denounce them and insist,
The only reason we can’t win is the fates themselves have missed.
Yet, there lives on the ancient claim-We win or lose within ourselves,
The shining trophies on our shelves can Never win tomorrow’s game.
So you and I know deeper down
There is a chance to win the crown,
But when we fail to give our best,
We simply haven’t met the test
Of giving all and saving none
Until the game is really won.
Of showing what is meant by grit,
Of playing through not letting up,
It’s bearing down that wins the cup.
Of taking it and taking more
Until we gain the winning score
Of dreaming there’s a goal ahead,
Of hoping when our dreams are dead,
Of praying when our hopes have fled.Yet, losing, not afraid to fall,
If bravely we have given all,
For who can ask more of a man
Than giving all within his span.
That giving all, it seems to me,
Is not so far from VICTORY.
And so the fates are seldom wrong,
No matter how they twist and wind;
It’s you and I who make our fates,
We open up or close the gates
On the ROAD AHEAD or the ROAD BEHIND
George Joseph Moriarty
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