Lebenskünstler

Francis Parker – Education

Posted in Uncategorized by dilettanteventures on 03/31/2012

Bought at home, bought at school, with merits, per-cents, and prizes, bought in college and university by the offer of high places, the young man with a finished education stands in the world’s market-place and cries: “I’m for sale; what will you give for me ?”…The cultivation of the reward system in our schools is the cultivation of inordinate ambition, the sinking of every other motive into the one of personal success. – Francis Parker

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Theodore Roszak – Education

Posted in Uncategorized by dilettanteventures on 03/29/2012

We are all born mavericks, gifted with strange vocations…This is what all of us bring into life and to school: a wholly unexplored radically unpredictable identity. To educate is to unfold that identity – to unfold it with the utmost delicacy…First of all, we must want children to teach us who they are . We should think of our meeting with them as a glad encounter with the unexpected…It is the task of the educator to champion…against all the forces of the world that see in our children only so much raw material for more of the same, the established, the ‘successful.’ – Theodore Roszak

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Infinite Storm of Beauty – John Muir

Posted in Uncategorized by dilettanteventures on 03/28/2012

“When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with the other stars, all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.” – John Muir

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Experience – Theory

Posted in Uncategorized by dilettanteventures on 03/28/2012

“An ounce of experience is better than a ton of theory simply because it is only in experience that theory has vital and verifiable significance.” – John Dewey

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“Freedom to show your respect and responsibility”

Posted in Uncategorized by dilettanteventures on 03/18/2012

via NY Times:

Forty or so miles north of Venice, on the slopes of Cartizze — prime prosecco country — is a charming stone house called Osteria Senz’ Oste. Depending on whom you ask, the name translates to ‘‘Tavern Without Host’’ or ‘‘Bar Without Barkeep,’’ and the place is exactly that.

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