Editor's Note:
Hawkeye Z. aka Tom
Hoerr is the head of the New City
School in St. Louis, MO, and a
frequent contributor to psst! Magazine. The
New City School faculty has been implementing multiple intelligence theory
since 1988. He has written extensively about multiple intelligences in
scores of articles and two books (Becoming
A Multiple Intelligences School, ASCD Press, 2000; and Developing
Multiple Intelligences, Ladder Press International, available from the
TriumphPC/Barnes&Noble discount online
bookstore).
My attention span has never been very... so, what do you think of the
wonderful weather we've been having?
It is hard to keep me occupied and
on-task... I can't believe that Bush is as dumb as he sounds, even under the best of circumstances. Say, do you think all of these
restaurants on Delmar can make it? I mean, how many eating establishments can one neighborhood
have? Which reminds me, I wonder if the new baseball stadium will ever recoup the money that
was spent on it. In his book, The Rise of the Culture Class, Richard Florida talks
about how foolish it is for communities to spend money on erecting stadiums. What attracts young and talented people, he maintains, is
lots of coffee shops, street-life, and an urban feel. A significant gay and
lesbian population also helps a community.
What we call multi-tasking today, you see, is really just a euphemism for not being able to stay on task. That reminds me, do you think
Princess Diana's death was an accident?
Some of us will never have the luxury of focusing, winnowing, staying on task, hedge-hogging, and finding closure. That doesn't mean we're not
tenacious; we are. It doesn't mean we don't get things done; we do.
It does mean ... by the way, wouldn't it be great if John McCain ran with
Kerry? ...it does mean that we tend to flit and veer. Here one minute, there the next.
Now where were we?
Well, for those of us who are attention-span challenged (raise your hand if you've been paying attention), the
Internet is both the best of
times and the worst of times.
For the past few hours, I've been sitting,
trying to write an article. I wonder how old Albert Pujols really is.
In the old days, pre-Internet, I'd get up periodically and wander
around. I'd check for the mail, play with the dogs, light a stogie, look out
the window... I mean, he has to be in his late 30's, despite what the Cardinals say...
the Internet has changed all of that... playing first-base
will help him, though, regardless of his age.
You see, now, sitting here with my laptop, I can write, spinning prose with my fingers being ever-so eloquent to myself. But then when the
attention span goes out the window, say after 3-4 minutes, instead of physically getting up and exerting myself by moving around, Heaven
forbid, I can surf the net. Yes, that's right. I can stay in my same easy chair, the pooches asleep around me, and
with no more than a score of keystrokes find myself in another world.
This is so easy, it's too tempting.... I would have liked to seen Pujols stay at third base but
once he hurt his arm, I knew that it was over. Getting rid of Martinez was
wise.... I wonder if any candidate will be brave enough to come out for recognizing Cuba as a country? Mark Cuban is the owner of the Dallas
Mavericks NBA team and each year he sets a record in fines for outlandish behavior. How fine is sand, really? I mean, in a million
years, will it be finer because of additional friction? Who will win the
MVP in a million years, someone from the Orion galaxy?
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