Doesn't that strike anyone as a violent thing to say? And what are the other ways? Noone ever talks about them. In fact noone even says what the "preferred" way is.

And why would you even want to do it? Are we about to open a stuffed animal exhibit?

Ps. If you were thinking "this blog is getting too serious", this one's for you. 

I have always had a lot of respect for math as a field, and subject. It's always been given generous time in school, always one of the subjects that had the most hours per week. As such, the further I've gone in math the more my relationship to the subject has become strained. I think the last time I felt that math was really fun I was 12. Over the years I've become

"Okay, now don't forget today at 5pm is the deadline for the last lab exercise, Friday I want your reports, Tuesday at 5pm is the deadline for your submissisons for the Big Assignment (and no later because I have to run them all on my laptop) and then I want to see you back here on Wednesday."

Gah :D

That's Easter in Holland for you. Good Friday and Easter Monday off.

Back in Norway Wednesday was the last official day, people would exchange "Happy Easter" greetings. I would normally take those few days off for a 10-day break, the Saturday before Palm Sunday to Easter Monday. It's a nice time to get away, in 2003 I spent it in Rome, in 2004 I did in Spain.

This year I'll spend it working on the Big Assignment. Adding to this week which has been all about the lab exercise, starting last Friday morning and all through the weekend. :/

Funny story. I read an excerpt from this book back in high school in English class. And although we weren't going to read the whole book, there was something in that one chapter or one section that strongly appealed to me. What I don't know is what it was. At the time we were doing a lot of reading, so although I was interested, it wasn't practical to pick up the book then and there. Then I forgot about it, and as it is with memories, you never know when you'll remember what you once forgot. So over the years the idea has returned a couple of times, and I didn't act on it. Until a couple of months ago when I actively started looking for it.

The book is Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man. And the odd thing is that as I was reading, I kept anticipating that I would remember what it was I liked about it, that "aah, here it is" feeling. But.. it didn't come. So I had the strange sensation of searching for what it was that was supposed to strike me about the book.

The story is told in a first person narrative. The protagonist is a youth from the South whose life story is skimmed with the crucial parts described in detail. He finds himself in New York, where the plot culminates. It is a familiar account (and in fact the character also comes to understand this at the end) of how a wide eyed, well intentioned kid, who is always trying to do the right thing, is raised up into the cold world where no one cares about him. How trying to please everyone, and never straying from the path, is itself filled with a danger of never seeing the truth behind things, of staying naive and ignorant forever. Or rather, until life forces that much more cruel reality upon you, which will happen sooner or later.

There is some kind of despair in this truth I think, because I tend to see people as one of two types. There are those who always try to be correct, to obey their parents, to do what people expect of them. Then there are those who challenge authority. And well since I was never the former, I suspect that those who always try to be correct do so out of fear that otherwise they will get in trouble, make life harder for themselves. And as long as they stay on the path, they will always be safe. And there's a fallacy in that, because there isn't always a path, the path may end at some point, and you have to make a choice until it continues again. Not only that, as long as you have that mindset of following a path set out for you, you're also vulnerable to malicious influence. Because who decides how you should live? If you don't feel up to it, and you let someone guide you, how can you be sure that they will not abuse your confidence in them?

And as a big, happy coincidence, we land right back in the crux of the story. ;) The character, whom Ellison actually does not mention by name, is led by various people in his life, diligently following that path made out for him. The baton passes from one authority figure to the next, as his life progresses. Until eventually, after many deceptions, in their various forms, he frees his mind of the notion that anyone but himself should decide how he should lead his life. In fact, this decision is made right at the end, and exactly what he decides to do is not said.

A more obvious central theme here is plain simply race. Ellison ranges from describing the most primitive notions of racial distinction, in downright vile scenes of drunkenness and complete indecency, to [which is interesting] a far more refined and sophisticated racial discrimination, among people who consider themselves great thinkers, and strong believers in scientific method. As in a cartoon, the culmination of the story is a great social breakdown as riots break out in Harlem, looting, clashes with the police, all of which is described through a fog of confusion and contrasting ideals within the character.

One very strong contrast is the character's social significance, which ranges drastically from completely meaningless, to greatly influential. And moreover this distinction is muddled through the character's own fluctuating perception of that reality.

It is somewhat difficult to offer a conclusion about the book, I'm at a loss in what it is supposed to convey if not.. everything.

And when I say most people I'm talking about those casual practitioners. Like people playing in the park, or working people playing in the company gym, that kind of thing. Not kids.

Because they think it's about making baskets. Of course, basketball *is* about scoring, but it's about a lot more than that. Scoring is an end, but how you achieve it also matters. It's like driving a car, you want to get to your destination, but the way you do that makes a difference.

Basketball is, in a very big way, about palm action. If you watch those highlights from the NBA, plays of the week, stuff like that, what you see is people who have impeccable dexterity. If you take a person who's never played and put them next to a pro, the biggest difference between the two, in terms of skill (not physical stature), is hand dexterity. If you've never played basketball, you don't even realize what your hand is capable of.

Where this matters most is on the floor, so everything that goes on with dribbles, fakes, starting, stopping etc. If you have good dexterity you can do just about anything. It's probably also the one thing that takes the longest to learn. It's all in the palm.

But it helps you with everything. From the point of view I opened with, it helps you tremendously with scoring as well. Because now, it's not just shots, you can also make all kinds of drives. Alright, everyone can do a lay-up, but if you have the palm action, you can spin it any number of ways, no matter what the situation is.