Being straightforward and concise are not my strong points (I have, in fact, edited and re-edited this post down to about 1/10th of its original length). As Hannah said recently, “Sometimes it feels like everyone else uses words and I am the only one who draws.”

I can’t tell you how often someone asks me ‘Why Orthodoxy?’ – or lately, ‘Why Austin?’ – and I don’t really know what to say, or how to say it. I could tell them about Orthodoxy, but that’s not what they’re asking. What they really want to know is ‘WHY?’  Why did the Protestant chick cross the road?

And what I really want to tell them is a story: my story. Because the answer, I think, is somewhere in there…

(to be continued)

(excerpt)

And now here I am in a world guided by fear, a world suppressing the uniqueness that lies inside each of us, a world where we can either acquiesce to the inhuman nonsense of corporatism and materialism or insist on change. We are not enlivened by an educational system that clandestinely sets us up for jobs that could be automated, for work that need not be done, for enslavement without fervency for meaningful achievement. We have no choices in life when money is our motivational force. Our motivational force ought to be passion, but this is lost from the moment we step into a system that trains us, rather than inspires us.

We are more than robotic bookshelves, conditioned to blurt out facts we were taught in school. We are all very special, every human on this planet is so special, so aren’t we all deserving of something better, of using our minds for innovation, rather than memorization, for creativity, rather than futile activity, for rumination rather than stagnation? We are not here to get a degree, to then get a job, so we can consume industry-approved placation after placation. There is more, and more still.

http://blog.swiftkickonline.com/2010/07/valedictorian-speaks-out-against-schooling-in-graduation-speech.html

If, as Herod

We fill our lives with things,

And again with things;

If we consider ourselves

So unimportant that we must fill

Every moment of our lives

With action,

When will we have the time to make

The long, slow journey across the desert

As did the Magi?

Or sit and watch the stars

As did the shepherds?

Or brood over the coming of the Child

As did Mary?

For each of us,

There is a desert to travel.

A star to discover.

And a being within ourselves to bring to life.

Dad likes to send me informative and interesting articles that he finds while cruising around online. See all of those tabs across my browser window? That’s just what was in my inbox this morning.

When Entrepreneurs Should Ignore Advice

Square launches credit-card reading for iPhone and Android | VentureBeat

Even The Babysitter Takes Credit Cards With Square

Facebook’s Gone Rogue; It’s Time for an Open Alternative | Epicenter | Wired.com

Haunted Berwick playhouse: Paranormal group says Hackmatack home to ghosts – Fosters

The War On Drugs Has Failed, So Tax And Regulate Marijuana – CNBC

Gray Whale Spotted on Wrong Side of World : Discovery News

Op-Ed Columnist – What It Takes – NYTimes.com

It’s been almost two years since I graduated from college. I have a Bachelor’s Degree in Geography-Anthropology. I love my degree and I loved earning it. College was a really great experience. I could have done without Algebra, but my classes were interesting, I met a lot of amazing people, and I gained new perspectives that have shaped me as a person. I liked school.

And I could have gone to graduate school. I certainly thought about it. When people would ask me “Well, what now?”, graduate school was the safe answer. And it would have been the safe choice. Not the easy choice, but the safe choice. I would have worked very hard and been able to chart, with some predictability, the course of my life. Which is pretty nice…if anthropology were truly my passion.

Instead, I made a much more difficult and far riskier decision. I took the chance to chart my own course, following something I was truly passionate about. Something I didn’t need a degree for. Something that wouldn’t be predictable.

I am very fortunate, as a young woman, to have the option of advanced education so open to me. Universities used to be only for an elite few. Degrees were rarer and therefore college education was highly valued. We’ve gained a lot, as a society, by having a college education accessible to almost anyone. But we’ve changed a lot, too.

Because now college is something different: it’s the default.

It’s nice to imagine that higher education is so valued that we want it for everyone. But that’s not how college is sold, is it? College is sold as the key to unlocking your true purpose. The place where you discover your passion. Your path to adulthood. Your only chance of finding a job. Your ticket to earning WAY MORE MONEY than those poor schmoes who didn’t go to school.

And all of those things are true…for some people.

But what about most people?

The people who go through four years and earn a degree that they will never use.

The people who leave college expecting employment and wind up working the same job they could have worked before…only now they’re thousands of dollars in debt.

The people who simply put off leaving school because they haven’t found IT yet: their passion, the thing that fires them up inside.

The people who put off leaving school because they can’t afford to start paying off loans.

The people who get a degree, get a high-earning job, and then burn-out. Because making more money doesn’t mean a whole lot when it’s draining you dry.

We have been sold the idea of college as the answer to our existential angst: why am I here and what I am supposed to do with my life. Don’t know what to do? Go to school! We go into college not knowing what to do and we come out expecting someone to give us a job. That it is an achievement does not rule out the fact that, for so many people, the process is entirely passive.

To suggest that someone not go to college is akin to suggesting that they doom themselves to a life of menial labor. Is that really true? That tends to be the consensus among my peers. Friends who never went to school, or never finished school, practically apologize for it. But among the older people I know, this issue is not nearly so simple.

I’ll be posting more on this over the next few weeks. I want to have this conversation here on my blog. I want to have it here for my younger siblings. My brilliant and artistic sister, who is still deciding where (if anywhere) college fits into her future, and my musically talented brother, who is making the same scary choice I am but without my five year interlude.

They’re discovering now what most people won’t discover until much later in life: that college isn’t always the answer.