Two is the Beginning of the End
Feb. 11th, 2016 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In today's Awfully Big Blog Adventure I muse on the joys of unconsciousness and compare childhood to a panopticon. Also hidden away in there is a phrase that I think would make the perfect title for an Adele album, should she ever stop using numbers for that purpose. The only prize for spotting it is a glow of satisfaction.
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Date: 2016-02-11 11:46 pm (UTC)And not for Pullman, whose critical sense is something appalling.
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Date: 2016-02-12 02:15 am (UTC)A centipede was happy – quite!
Until a toad in fun
Said, "Pray, which leg moves after which?"
This raised her doubts to such a pitch,
She lay distracted in a ditch
Consid'ring how to run.
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Date: 2016-02-12 03:02 pm (UTC)Another way of looking at it is the 4-stage model that goes:
unconscious incompetence --> conscious incompetence --> conscious competence --> unconscious competence.
With regard to sprezzatura, some people do seem to have a natural ability to perform some skills, e.g. a sport, writing fiction, or singing. So sometimes calling it "unconscious limited competence" would be better than "unconscious incompetence". But this "natural" ability usually only takes the person so far and to advance further they have to realise that they could do better (conscious incompetence) and then they can progress through the stages until when they get really really good and reach unconscious competence, the sprezzatura returns.
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Date: 2016-02-12 03:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-02-13 06:43 am (UTC)When you feast on cherries, children,
Take my advice:
Don't swallow all the stones,
It doesn't look nice.
Little ogre boys and girls
Are not such gluttons;
When they eat a lady's page
They leave his buttons.
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