Today in Slate, I ponder the eternal questions, like the true intellectual I am.
Science: What’s it all about?
Techmology: Is it good, or is it wack?*
Does you got a com-poo-ter, what can mul-iply 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
[wait, I’m not done] 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10……
Ever since a certain unnamed hypothetical Ereignis I can’t mention in public without fear of litigation, I have been addicted to the Daily Northwestern, one of the best student newspapers in the country (also, as an ed journalist, reading student newspapers is kind of my job). This week an op-ed about teaching techmology–sorry, technology–caught my eye, and its author, Lucas Matney, was nice enough to email back and forth with me about it (although he did call me “Jessica” repeatedly, I guess because all names of middle aged Jewesses sound alike?). He has some great ideas, but I also thought he could use some tough love: Many of us don’t use all the teaching tech we can because we’ve thought long and hard about its cost-to-benefit ratio. This is an article where I thought even longer and harder about it. Here’s a taste:
Also, come on. There are innumerableproblemswithhighereducationtoday, but one of them is not that college students don’t use technology enough. I’d even venture to say that they already use it too much. So much, in fact, that their brains are now wired differently—some might even say worse. It is not the professor’s job to acquiesce to a dystopian techno-future that, frankly, is downright frightening to anyone who can wrest their behemoth iPhone 6 from their gnarled talons long enough to think about it.
Check out the whole thing here--now I have to get back to the “important” matter at hand, which is putting together furniture (aka my SINGLE FAVORITE THING TO DO EVER, I’m being totally serious, it is the best, and if I weren’t such a massive, nearly-immobile hippo I would be volunteering to put together all of your furniture too. When I lived in Ohio I basically bought an insta-apartment from IKEA and put together the whole damn thing–including a huge couch–all by myself).
*I have another piece coming out tomorrow whose first draft had an excellent reference to Funkyzeit mit Brüno, but it had to be cut for space. Perhaps I’ll revive it tomorrow, along with my yearly posting of “Werewolf Bar Mitzvah.”