Samuel Scoville: Enabling Empowerment

Friday, January 1, 2010

Enabling Empowerment

Enabling Empowermental Studies & Leadership
                  Programs

Some of the teachers here feel more remorse and agony
assigning a failing grade than the students who
receive it... voice whispering in my ear as I
work-up my

                        INCOMPLETES.

I would enable them, me: enabler enabling the unable
ignobly.

Leave no child a behind & empower, too. Knick
knacks. Paddy whacks.Give the dogs some bone.

Tough Shove Soft Love

Rigor Plus Innovation.
Knowledge Plus Imagination.
Enable-ment Plus Empowerment.
Education Plus Edification.
Discipline Plus Putting IT in Play.

You know the left-handed? Out of our ever-loving
right minds! The hand you don't hear slapping
grooves in academia.

Only the adroit & some weeping & gnashing teeth:
bones of failure & incompleteness theorems.

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I choose, as a determining POINT in my life, to acknowledge a bullet fired into the armpit of my grandfather, Samuel Scoville, Jr. by a thief in the night sometime in the late 19^thc.

The thief escaped, my grandfather having pulled his own pistol from beneath the pillow, squeezing off a couple of rounds and sending the burglar scurrying into the Connecticut night...

For reasons of family notoriety, the incident was reported in both New York and Philadelphia papers. A former roommate in Philly called up Young Goodman Sam, inviting him down for a weekend gala: The Yale-Penn Football game. “You can take my sister Katherine, and chaperone me and my fiancé, he said.

In those days couples were not advised to be alone. Unaccompanied.

Sam took a steam-driven locomotive train down to Philadelphia, escorted Katherine to the leather-helmet contest, fell in love, asked her to marry him. She did & they lived more or less HAP-ily ever after, generating a tribe of offspring who like wise generated in kind so that if it hadn’t of been for that bullet, well, it’s impossible to begin to consider how unimaginably different life-as-we-know-it would have been. No one can say.

For one thing: YOU, dear Reader, wouldn’t be reading THIS HERE right now, resurrecting these words to walk around in your skull-haus this very be-here-now moment. So even you are impacted forever by that bullet.

(I could drive up to Connecticut right now, retrieve the small bite of lead, drop it in your hand and remind you how co-incidental our life is—how inexplicable, how arbitrary & selective our accounts, how much we omit which is also absolutely necessary, how inadequate our because & affects.)

The bullet is a NECESSARY but INSUFFICIENT cause of who-I-am, without which any explanation would be incomplete. Sam Scoville

Samuel Scoville