A Liberal Education: Prepartion for Career Success

A Liberal Education: Preparation for Career Success
www.huffingtonpost.com              A.J/ Lafley
 
“Developing one's mind is no different from developing a
strong body: exercise and, specifically, cross training. By
studying art, science, the humanities, social science, and
languages, the mind develops the mental dexterity that
opens a person to new ideas, which is the currency for
success in a constantly changing environment.
 
And just as an aspiring major league pitcher needs a live
arm and a calculating, cool head to pitch effectively, so too
does a management prospect need to be educated broadly
to respond effectively to ambiguity and uncertainty.
 
Completing a broad liberal arts curriculum should enable a
student to develop the conceptual, creative and critical
thinking skills that are the essential elements of a
well-exercised mind.”

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 Diogenes,
         Epimenides,
                  Procrustes,
                             Archimedes, and
                                                Narcissus
   walk into a bar . . .

                   Do the mathema.
 
                      @@@@@@

SO: class itself (the meetings on Mondays & Wednesdays  
at 8:00 am: never on Fridays) is probably best described
as some  combination of racing, losing it,  & I guess skiing
powder where I know I’ve got to let go all control-conventions
& habits of groomed-slope skiing because as my son advises:
 
    “Groomed slopes are a more predictable surface
     and easier for most people. Skiing powder is hard
     for the inexperienced, but effortless for people
     ‘in the know.’      Different technique is required.
     Can’t fight it;
   
            Gotta let it flow.
                    You carve each
                               turn on a groomed
                                slope but you
                         float on
                   powder.
  
                $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Diogenes wandered Athens with a lantern in his hand—
holding it up the face of each passer-by, looking for
 “an honest myn!”
 
     “Well, I’m a hungry, thieving, lying somabitch,”
      I told him—“don’t be shining your ever-loving
                                                                         light on me.”
     “Eureka!  praise god, shame the devil & pass the
      ammunition,  says my diogenetic stranger:
                 “an honest myn at last!”