Tuesday, February 21, 2012

educere



if you want to educate the world you must first know the meaning of the word 'educate'. the word, like many words, has latin roots. 'educate' comes from the latin word educere which means to "bring out, lead forth" and it is our jobs as educators to do so.

my life as a professional educator has taken me in many different directions both physically and geographically. which began as a duty i felt i owed to the city i took residence in during my younger years would later turn into something very fascinating.

i was originally an elementary school teacher and there was even a very brief time i considered staying in my hometown to pursue a career as a teacher there but wanderlust eventually got a firm hold of me and i found myself working in schools farther away than most people can imagine. actually my pursuits in the field of education seemed to mature in age as i did too. i have taught (in one way or another) every grade from kindergarten through high school and now i'm teaching adults in istanbul and things are continuing to prosper.

something hit me on a recent trip to the east of turkey when i visited a museum that contained heaps of artifacts from very ancient times. i began to see things through the eyes of an archaeologist and it occurred to me that i am utterly fascinated with the field. in turkey you have absolutely no choice but to be interested in history whereas this country i live in is quite literally stacked with it layer upon layer. i thought about how exciting it must be to be an archaeologist sweeping the dust off the sides of ancient monuments and i suddenly began to appreciate the work they have done. i wondered where i fit into all this and it didn't take long for me to realize that i am the missing link to this equation. i have been given a fantastic opportunity to educate the world about the fantastic curiosities of the ancient world.

the crazy thing is that we aren't taught much about ancient history in school, in fact outside of a poor briefing on the ancient greeks, the average university student hasn't really come to grips with how old civilization really is. we come to think of old civilizations in the way that we think of fantasy stories and hollywood hasn't done much to expand on this.

last winter i stepped foot in a place that has been well developed for thousands of years yet has left behind little more than a few cave dwellings and statues of tattooed curvy women with no heads. it was remarkable to me. i want to share that feeling with everybody but its no first step for a traveler to get there. it was only a few weeks ago that i walked on the shores of western turkey where the ghosts of a very advanced people still loom in the abandoned city they left behind. you almost have to touch the walls of their old houses to make this sensation real to you. somebody once lived there. somebody cooked dinner in that room. somebody gossiped about their neighbor or kissed their wife goodbye in the morning. its humbling.

these experiences connected me. i came back to istanbul with a different look on things. in the crowded streets of taksim where i live there seems to be chaos at any hour of the day (a chaos i enjoy but still a chaos). there is a world of sights and sounds and i dont think its too much to say that collectively we have pushed really far ahead of ourselves. it is inevitable that we will continue to progress as a species but i dont want to forget where we've come from. i want to learn from this and teach others because one thing is similar in every ancient civilization i've visited:

they are gone now.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Monday, February 13, 2012

85

when it kicks in it hits hard. god its like this strange part of me that is so secretive and so beautiful that i really dont even try to explain myself anymore. but i know what it is and i suppose thats all that could be important.

is it our responsibility to share crazy stories as they happen? or can we really ever trust another person to remain interested?

maybe a person is to have their secrets and they are to grow within us hopefully as nutritious fruit and not as invasive weeds.

and i can see it, feel it, and still hear the rain fall as if it were yesterday. maybe i was crazier then. maybe i'm just learning to stay out of trouble.. but we rarely learn from such.

the tension was killer that day; both of those days. if only i had a friend to confide in. but this song reminds me of everything and i'll always have that. its that same song you hear when you are smoking a cigarette or having a moment in the backyard behind the party and you can still see in the window to the party inside.

you hang out with the moon for a minute and hang out with your thoughts.

you sort it out.




the places i have traveled are so delicious.

they are as colorful in my memories as the colors they showed when i first met them.