Float Dissolve

In the speech he gave when he broke ground he said, “Forest Grove will be a place where you can sit by your crystal blue pool and wash away the recollection of the outside world. A place where kids can grow up knowing that their home is the safest place on earth, like a warm bed at night, tucked tightly, safe and secure. A place where there is no pain and no fear.”

(Infected by Networked Publics)

I am so terribly in love with this and am on the edge of my seat for it to be released.

Thank you Sven König!

(Infected by Hackaday)

Experts predict that the US will need more than two million new teachers in the next decade. So, how do we inspire today’s young adults to become tomorrow’s educators?

We all can be educators. I think we are all just scratching the surface of the potential we have right in front of us. I think our problem is that my generation is holding the last vestige of a culture conditioned to believe that there are wizards behind a curtain who do all the great things in our world. We go through the first 18 years of our lives being told to be quiet and listen or go to the office. Wisdom is a combination of book knowledge and experiential knowledge. Our society has put all of the emphasis on book knowledge. Technology is on the verge of allowing everyone to realize the walls between us are an artificial abstraction. Teaching is the only way to truly change the world and it is not confined to a classroom. I feel like we’re in the calm before the storm right now and it’s extremely exciting.

Some other links of note: Education Revolution, iCampus, Free Education, Fathom, Nuuvo.

These turned up with a quick search and scan by myself, not sure how great they all are but they are all interesting, except Nuuvo which I know is a fantastic idea. If you have any you know about please tell me, I’d really appreciate it!

(Infected by Joi Ito)

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Standing at work and dicing eight cups worth of red peppers is a nice time to meditate. I was talking to a co-worker about how odd it is that I forget sometimes that people are actually eating what we are making. This sounds silly but when I’m pushing out plate after plate of food I easily forget that this is someone’s night out. It’s someone’s special occasion. It’s someone’s $18 meal.

Meanwhile all around me is the constant white noise of the hood fans, shrimp sizzling in 375° vegetable shortening, the crackling of wood burning under the grill, servers yelling to sell 704, the expo asking how my lead time is, the fry cook making endless innuendoes to either his or someone else’s penis, the hum of the dishwasher, the cascading ice and the stabs through them when someone is taking it to fill the soda machine. The occasional trip into the bathroom, or better, into the walk-in refrigerator, or better still, the walk-in freezer is enough to forget where I am. Even if just for thirty tranquil seconds.

And this is all happening in a small town in Northern Virginia. All over the world there are restaurants much more busy than we are. Pushing out much more food and flowing much more money.

While walking home tonight I looked at the façade of Hollywood Video. All of those movies are telling stories. Very elaborate representations of stories. One and a half to three hours, on average, of sitting and being stimulated by flashing dots and synchronized sounds.

It’s all so gorgeous. All of this.

Sleep is really something I need to take more seriously.