“What’s the moral here? For years, pundits and politicians have insisted that guaranteed health care is an impossible dream, even though every other advanced country has it. Covering the uninsured was supposed to be unaffordable; Medicare as we know it was supposed to be unsustainable. But it turns out that incremental steps to improve incentives and reduce costs can achieve a lot, and covering the uninsured isn’t hard at all. When it comes to ensuring that Americans have access to health care, the message of the data is simple: Yes, we can.”—The Medicare Miracle - NYTimes.com
My oldest daughter is going into 10th grade. School starts next week in our town.
Over the summer her AP world history teacher assigned over 300 pages of reading and a lengthy writing assignment. Her english and biology teacher also assigned summer reading. She has a test during the first week at school.
My other daughter who is 12 had summer work and so did my 8 year old son.
I was an active kid growing up. But I also had free time. I could attend school, play sports and have time to teach myself guitar and play in an awful cover punk band. I hung out with my friends and spent time hacking away on my BMX bike or finding new wheels for my skateboard.
It felt like I had all the time in the world.
It’s fairly obvious my kids are all smarter than me. They certainly get better grades than I did and have a better work ethic. They are also better athletes. Mostly I’m proud they are kind and love each other (even if they want to kill each other and me from time to time).
But I feel like there is tendency to push these kids well beyond what’s necessary and they are racing against the clock.
I need to figure out ways to hit the pause button. Or at least find it.
“So my advice is always pretty much the same – ‘good portrait and documentary photography has very little to do with equipment and technique. Spend a year learning how to use your camera and then devote the rest of your life to learning about people’.”—Phil Kneen
“The best fashion shooter I ever met just had one lens. It was a Hasselblad 150. The front element looked as though someone had put a cigarette out on it. She didn’t own any other lens so she never had to think about which lens she would use or how she would work. She just did her work and it was stellar. No choices, just the right choice. No confusion just vision. Amazing. But now we’re all so fearful we feel like we need to have “all of our bases covered” even when we’re just doing this for fun. That’s why it’s not as much fun.”—The Visual Science Lab.: What I learned when I dragged a Hasselblad on vacation. The myth of perfection.