Saturday, December 19, 2009

A Great Teacher

I love my Visual Communications teacher from last semester, Claude Cookman. He sent about 2 emails per week consistently though out the semester, and the following is his final email to our class. He is so awesome, he has had to be disqualified from all of the "Best Teacher Competitions" because he is so awesome. See for your self, and feel free to check out his new book too! http://www.allbookstores.com/author/Claude_Cookman.html

Hello, Gang,

Your grades have been submitted to the Registrar. According to the message below from OneStart, you should be able to access them online after 7 a.m. tomorrow (Saturday).


After sending you e-mails all semester, I've come to the last one.

I won't belabor what I said on the last day of class except to repeat that it has been a great joy sharing J210 with you this semester. The excellent work you've done on your assignments gives me great delight. I have a deep affection for each of you.

I do want to share one final thought that you can put in your life-skills file:

Recently I started rereading a book entitled "Flow: the Psychology of Optimal Experience." It's by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, a former professor at the University of Chicago, who spent his career studying the psychology of creativity.

His book describes those occasions when we concentrate so intently on a task that we lose all awareness of time and the outside world. He calls this situation "flow." Having talked with you, read your essays and observed you in the Multimedia Lab, I think many of you experienced flow in J210 this semester.

Csikszentmihalyi argues that happiness doesn't result from the money, possessions or fame we acquire. Instead, he maintains, we are most happy during these periods of intense work. He writes:

"The best moments usually occur when a person's body or mind is stretched to its limits in a voluntary effort to accomplish something difficult and worthwhile. Optimal experience is thus something that we make happen."

I have tried to persuade you this semester that grades -- which are an external reward, or punishment, determined by somebody who can never really know what you learned or how hard you worked -- are not significant. I have encouraged you to work for the internal rewards of pleasing yourself and producing projects you feel proud of.

To say this a different way, I urge you to stop trying to please your teachers while you're still in college and to not fall into the trap of trying to please your supervisors when you enter your career. Instead, do the work the best you possibly can for its own sake. Take authority over your learning now and over your work in the future. I believe this is the only way for you to be a complete person.

Because this message runs contrary to everything you have heard from your parents, teachers, our educational system, indeed, our entire society, I have no illusions that I have convinced all of you. Nonetheless, I hope you stay open on this issue of what constitutes true value in the realm of learning and work.

For me personally, Csikszentmihalyi is right. I feel my very best when I'm totally absorbed in my teaching or my research. The pay, the recognition, the external rewards do not compare to the satisfaction that comes from doing meaningful work well for its own sake.

It's my fervent wish that each of you finds this same satisfaction in your careers.

Please keep me posted on your successes.

Fondest regards,


claude

Friday, November 20, 2009

Music: Doubting Thomas by Nickel Creek

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eFe3net82s&feature=related

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath,
Besides the folks I've met and the folks who know me,
Will I discover a soul saving love,
Or just the dirt above and below me,

I'm a doubting thomas,
I took a promise,
But I do not feel safe,
Oh me of little faith,

Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face,
Then I beg to be spared 'cause I'm a coward,
If there's a master of death I'll bet he's holding his breath,
As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power,
I'm a doubting thomas,
I can't keep my promises,
'Cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith

Can I be used to help others find truth,
When I'm scared I'll find proof that its a lie,
Can I be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs,
That prove I'm not ready to die,

Please give me time to decipher the signs,
Please forgive me for time that I've wasted,

I'm a doubting thomas,
I'll take your promise,
Though I know nothin's safe,
Oh me of little faith

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Tea & Ink

Sundays, every other week, 2 - 4pm, starting Sep 27

Exploring the intersection of Faith and Creative Writing … Whether you’re a complete amateur or a semi-pro; a lover of fiction, non-fiction, stories, poems, or essays; you’re welcome to explore with us why we write and how God can be glorified in writing. We’ll be meeting at the Dickinson home every other Sunday afternoon, 2 - 4 pm, starting September 27, with essay & story discussions, free writing exercises, and workshopping of our own writing. Contact Markus Dickinson (md7@indiana.edu) for more information.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Music: Beautiful Things from Dr. Doolittle

The world is full of beautiful things
Butterfly wings, fairytale kings
And each new day undoubtedly brings
Still more beautiful things

The world abounds with many delights
Magical sights, fanciful flights
And those who dream on beautiful nights
Dream of beautiful things

Beautiful days for sunshine lazin'
Beautiful skies and shores
Beautiful days when I can gaze
In beautiful eyes - like yours

Our lives tick by like pendulum swings
Poor little things, puppets on strings
Life is full of beautiful things
Beautiful people too
Beautiful people
Like you.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Excerpt: The Magician's Nephew" by CS Lewis


"... In the story, a young boy named Digory has a mother that is sick. He finds himself in a land containing magical fruit with healing powers. Digory approaches the great lion Aslan, and asks...

'May I - please, will you give me some magic fruit of this country to make Mother well?'
He had been desperately hoping that the Lion would say 'Yes'; he had been horribly afraid it might say 'No.' But he was taken aback when it did neither.



Later in the story, Digory approaches Aslan again.

He thought of his Mother, and he thought of the great hopes he had, and how they were all dying away, and a lump came in his throat and tears in his eyes, and he blurted out:
'But please, please won't you - can't you give me something that will cure Mother?' Up till then he had been looking at the Lion's great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in despair, he looked up at its face. What he was surprised him as much as anything in his whole life.
For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion's eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory's own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself.'


What a powerful picture of a Heavenly Father who hurts with us."

www.derryprenkert.com

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Music: Change by Tracy Chapman


Listen, hear: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drXwsVYrd20

If you knew that you would die today,
Saw the face of God and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?

If you knew that love can break your heart
When you're down so low you cannot fall
Would you change?
Would you change?

How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?

If you knew that you would be alone,
Knowing right, being wrong,
Would you change?
Would you change?

If you knew that you would find a truth
That brings up pain that can't be soothed
Would you change?
Would you change?

How bad, how good does it need to get?
How many losses? How much regret?
What chain reaction would cause an effect?
Makes you turn around,
Makes you try to explain,
Makes you forgive and forget,
Makes you change?
Makes you change?

Are you so upright you can't be bent?
If it comes to blows are you so sure you won't be crawling?
If not for the good, why risk falling?
Why risk falling?

If everything you think you know,
Makes your life unbearable,
Would you change?
Would you change?

If you'd broken every rule and vow,
And hard times come to bring you down,
Would you change?
Would you change?

If you knew that you would die today,
If you saw the face of God and love,
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?
Would you change?

If you saw the face of God and love
If you saw the face of God and love
Would you change?
Would you change?

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Excerpt: The Peace of Wild Things

by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least of sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.