I am in a very angry state of mind today. People seem to think they can criticize me and what? why do they bother? I would like people to see the value of my life and appreciate the contributions I have made. If you can't manage to respect me as you would like to be respected yourself, at least respect the work I do, which is stunningly awesome.
Anthropologists have found ‘galumphing’ to be one of the prime talents that characterize higher life forms. Galumphing is the immaculately rambunctious and seemingly inexhaustible play-energy apparent in puppies, kittens, children, baby baboons—and also in young communities and civilizations. Galumphing is the seemingly useless elaboration and ornamentation of activity. It is profligate, excessive, exaggerated, uneconomical. We galumph when we hop instead of walk, when we take the scenic route instead of the efficient one, when we play a game whose rules demand a limitation of our powers, when we are interested in means rather than in ends. We voluntarily create obstacles in our path and then enjoy overcoming them. In the higher animals and in people, it is of supreme evolutionary value…
…A creature that plays is more readily adaptable to changing contexts and conditions. Play as free improvisation sharpens our capacity to deal with a changing world. Humanity, playing through our prolific variety of cultural adaptations, has spread over the whole globe, survived several ice ages, and created stupendous artifacts.”—Stephen Nachmanovitch, Free Play: Improvisation in Life and Art
How often do you galumph?
This morning I was under attack from the guys. Theo says I'm too lenient because I don't make too many rules or set any boundaries. He says it seems like I just don't care.
Exhibit A: A thread on facebook today.
School days and a summer shot
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