Thursday, December 22, 2011

How does Outliers connect to MY life?

Outliers was a story by Malcolm Gladwell that was intended to change out perspective on success, or to at least let us consider a different way to approach success stories. This book was initially met with much controversy by   most of my friends, who did not at all agree with the statement Gladwell made about all colleges being equal to each other. Of course, there are many factors that determine success, just as Gladwell writes, and I believe that not all of them are obvious. What I believe all of my friends have misinterpreted is that Gladwell does not write about how to measure success, but how to find the roots of success. For Asians, success is generally to get into a good college, but life doesn't end there. Maybe success is to be a better athlete, or to break a record, or to write a story. No matter what success is, Gladwell has determined that it can always be traced back to a few key things that, although were very exaggerated in the story, are still things that I have connected to with my own life.

The most important thing that kept me reading throughout this book was the chapter on IQ (69), which was the first section of the book I turned to, by chance. Throughout the book, the author writes a lot to emphasize the lack of importance of IQ after a certain point. "A mature scientist with an adult IQ of 130 is as likely to win a Nobel Prize as is one whose IQ is 180" (80) was a quote from the book that now makes me consider different perspectives and paths whenever I go about my daily life, in a broader sense. Perhaps IQ doesn't matter as much and perhaps there is always another way. I had never thought about IQ before. This hasn't really changed my life drastically, but it has made me think of finding new ways around the bigger problems that society has created. The divergence test was a new experience that I found to be really interesting (86) because it measures creativity over IQ, which is an aspect I really enjoy. Ever since I was little, I always read fiction and fantasy such as The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, and Redwall by Brian Jacques. These kinds of books, along with the sporadic nature of life, have greatly influenced my writing. Throughout my middle school years, I found it very difficult to even finish all of my writer’s notebook assignments because I favored quality over quantity and would write entire pages before I realized much later that all of my classmates got full scores for half pages with pictures in the middle. The divergence tests are also a great way to vindicate the fact that I am not wasting my time. In reality, I like the divergence tests because they illustrate a second path, where creativity and IQ may diverge to form different paths to "success", wherever that may be. In the future, there will be many more opportunities for me to keep an eye out for the chance to diverge and think differently.

Another part of the book that I could connect to was the point of practicing 10,000 hours to finally achieve success in an area. I have been told to “practice, practice, practice” and that “practice makes perfect” by various people, including my parents and motivational speakers. While growing rice paddies is not an area I am experienced with, my parents have indeed forced me to work and to put a lot of effort into playing the piano when I was younger. I hated playing the piano when I was younger (even though my NYSSMA scores were 28/28). That’s what Outliers reminded me of with “Even Mozart… couldn’t hit his stride until he had his ten thousand hours in” (42) and that Mozart only wrote his masterpiece at age 21, after ten years of writing music. As I got older, I gradually liked to play musical pieces more and more as I became more adept at sight reading and could play the pieces I liked. It is an interesting idea that people such as Bill Gates could accidentally rack up ten thousand hours of practice and suddenly be in the midst of the dawn of the 1975 personal computer age and in a “position to take advantage of it” (64). I have to become skeptical at the thought that year of birth and age are the most important roots of success, as if life was predetermined, but the amount of time that practicing and working hard has paid off in my life has led me to heed from this book the ten thousand hour rule as a life lesson.

The final thing I connected to in Outliers was the emphasis on race, but not on stereotyping. There wasn’t much of a lesson to be learned, but there was a small discrepancy that caught my attention while reading. It was interesting to learn the backgrounds and legacies of different groups of people, but I began to wonder if it was really background, or if it was simply outside influence. “…Being good at math may also be rooted in a group’s culture” (231), Gladwell writes about abilities and traits as if they were solely because of one’s culture, as in the Korean pilot examples and the Cohen and Nisbett experiments. I was convinced about the validity of Gladwell’s writing until I remembered an older experiment I had seen long ago about stereotypes (http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=2450394&page=1#.TvPCTtQV12A). In the experiment, Blacks were asked to do as good as they could in a game of golf. They were divided into two groups, with one group operating under the assumption that it was a test of athletic ability and another being told that it was a test of intelligence. “When students are told the golf game is a test of intelligence… scores were 18 percent worse”, writes the abc news article that reported on the tests done by Jeff Stone at the University of Arizona. This leaves me to wonder whether it really is a cultural legacy that determines our success, or whether success can simply be determined by the state of our overall mentality.

It may be that Gladwell writes in a very radical way about success, but it has shed a helpful light over new ideas and has motivated me to live in new ways. For now, my friends still hate his message, or at least how they interpret his message. I still think his writing is interesting, and his points are mostly well supported and correct. I completely agree with practicing and working hard, as well as receiving a good education outside of school, nonstop. Even though Outliers has just as many radical ideas as the ridiculous stories of success of the world’s billionaires, the stories that Gladwell as compiled have encouraged myself to think more about where the future will be, where paths will diverge, and most importantly, what opportunities I can get a head start on for the future.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Lines of Conversation- Cats

Sitting on a distant star is a rose

That most probably has been eaten by a cat somewhere

And this star is inhabited by all sorts of life,

Such as cats and flowers and black cats,

And it radiates life across the universe

Even though this light will not reach any cats for ages

And on a tree in this radiant land

Sit cats.

Cats?

Cats.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Microfiction: This wasn't where he wanted to be.

This wasn't where he wanted to be. The fields of soft snow covered the land, like fields of asphodel, for as far as he could see, until it blurred with the white sky, forming the horizon. Everything was gray. There were no landmarks in this monochromatic new world, except the occasional hill in the distance. He began to head towards the nearest hill, leaving two parallel lines where his feet sifted through the snow. His breath hung like smoke in the sharp air. When he reached the top of the white snow dune, he glanced back at where he first began and saw only a perfect layer of snow, with no evidence of himself existing at all. In the distance was a dark figure, casting its contrasting presence over the white lands around it. He rushed towards it and, as he did, saw the figure materialize into a door. While examining the wooden door, which was very plainly built out of light wooden boards, he observed that it swung open both ways, and was held up by a wooden frame. He had not quite stepped into it before a small voice resonated from the other side of the door.
            “Do you think that’s the right side of the door?” asked the voice.
            He looked down to see a cat, wearing the same color as the door. He did not know what to say to a cat. He didn’t usually talk to cats.
            “Or perhaps that is the wrong side?” asked the cat.
            “Who are you?” asked he to the cat.
            “I can tell you which side is right,” said the cat, “and which side is not.”
            He hadn’t known very many cats, but this one was certainly not helpful, and so he wondered if all cats weren’t helpful.
            “What is right and wrong about entering doors?” inquired him to the cat.
            “There is no right and wrong to entering a door,” explained the cat, “it is which side of the door you enter that is right or wrong.”
            “How so?” he asked the cat, skeptically.
            “Well, one side brings you to heaven, and the other takes you to hell,” the cat explained.
            “Only dead people go to those places.”
            “Who’s to say you aren’t?”
            He paused at the cat’s argument.
            “Exactly, and if you help me, I can help you,” offered the cat, “Just give me your soul. I heard human souls are a delicacy.”
            “But then there is no point of going through the door at all!” he exclaimed to the cat.
            “Why of course there is! It’s not like you need a soul, with its silly emotions weighing you down always.”
            But he, as a human, had always thought that souls were important. That was what he was taught. So, he decided to kick the cat through one side of the door and see what happened. The cat disappeared in a wisp of black smoke with a musty odor. He decided to take the other side instead.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

My T-Shirt Vote

The one with the gazelles and the one with the dreams in a bottle. I can't decide.
Cat cookies or oatmeal...

TU Tuesday Editorial

http://www.timesunion.com/default/article/Jerry-Dumas-Sometimes-remakes-of-films-work-and-2403457.php

The author of this editorial writes about how remakes of classics are very tough to do, because of such high expectations. While the author does not say that this is the reason, he does show that he himself believes that some movies will be near impossible to remake as good or better than the original because of his own high expectations. His use of rhetoric "Imagine somebody trying to improve on...Tough to do." implies his own affinity towards certain actors over others. Another reason, he argues, why remakes will never be as good is because the original had golden lines that could not be replaced, but could not be plagiarized either. He writes that "the only way to have done is successfully would have been to use the original... But then they had already done that." In the end, not all remakes would be so bad. Dumas argues that perhaps a remake of life with better dialogues and camera angles would be not so bad, but it was mostly just a thought. He also cites that remakes have been everywhere from "Dvorak's New World Symphony" to novels, but does not give an opinion on these. The only fallacious argument with this editorial is that it is an opinion, and purely an opinion. The author considers some such as "Alistair Sim unsurpassable", and does not regard any possible pros of remakes. His highlight of actors may seem like exaggerations to some.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

R=Russian Toy

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_Toy


Description: The Russkiy Toy is one of the smallest breeds of dog in the world. Their breed was almost wiped out during the rise of communism, due to the association with aristocracy.It was originally bred as a rat hunter and watchdog.

Appearance: They are very small and are either black and tan, blue and tan, brown and tan, or red. They are either smooth or long haired.

Diet: Could not be found, as very little is known about this dog outside of Russia. Most probably will eat dry dog food, and perhaps not much.

Temperament: It is active, cheerful, and will become very attached.

Shedding: How much it sheds depends on whether it has long hair or is smooth.

Health: It is prone to seizures and gum problems that can be easily prevented.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Transparent Poetry Prompt- Glass Prison (Without Cats)

Seen through like the lies
of a kid,
or as easy to read as books,
are the things like glass, and
air, and contacts

which give way to
eyes, demanding, gazing,
not upon, but through open
space, and gripping what is left
of the distortion that is light

that passes through such things as glass,
and air, and contacts (things
that bend the light like
a politician would bend
information, or

perhaps serve as a middleman
that you cannot trust,
delivering the light in a manner in which,
after it has been delivered,
it does not feel right),

my eyes yearn
for 20/20 vision.