Harvard Blog #10

Harvard Blog #10


Education is big business, Harvard has figured this out. I am expected to select one course to attend as an observer, or as they call it an “audit”.  I might throw a dart at a map of Europe to improve my chances of getting that “Awesome Course”.  There are no less than than 300 courses at the various schools.  All are coded just to make the process more complicated to the uninitiated, but then it gets divided to another layer of Departments, in turn making the actual Course material more obscure.  You dig through the levels of obfuscation to find the outline.  Remember Havard is selling, so, the course title might be “Orgasmic Biology”.

There isn’t one 20 year old on the planet that won’t read the next level of the Course syllabus based on a title like that.  It also applies to aged septuagenarians. The course was about cells, not mobile phones.

The effort to just get a handle on what is being offered has taken us two days of intense  computer-internet interaction and involved spread sheets, time tables and location maps.  The MIT website listing of courses is completely different, but then these guys are really smart engineers. They are the ones that invented Microwave ovens that blink 12:00.  They also invented passwords.

It s clear, if you can get through the registration process you deserve to be here. I call it Harvards off-line testing. I have 53 pages of spread sheets to narrow the variables.

Our flat is looking more like us.. Diana has bought Chinese stretchy material that can cover sofas, chairs and other pieces of adequately stained furniture that might be deemed unfit for her bottom, or anyones.  I would hate to do human fluids test on them, God knows what kind of communicable disease may be present.   I look at the redecoration as condoms for furniture. The small appliances have been having a party and multiplying as well,  just may they reproduce a pencil shaper.  I cut my self with the knife.

Off to school at the cack of dawn.  Basically, Cold Hell revisited.

The first week of classes introduced me to the concept of American medicine clearly from stress.   A small coming-on tummy upset procured a CAT scan in the emergency department of a local hospital.

I must say that wait times are just as bad in United States as they are in Canada if not worse. We could’ve driven home obtained drugs and driven back.  The general approach to American medicine is to test the hell out of you until you die and the hospital gets the death benefit.  They then give you one ten cent pill and pack you off to a pharmacy to buy the remaining 19 pills at 79.95.

The concept of giving an American hospital your insurance number is another daunting exercise in bureaucracy, forms, phone calls, insistence by insurance company (Sun Life) for follow up at one of “their doctors”.  Colonoscopies are more fun.  Of course, we have insurance. The state of Massachusetts insists on it!   Diana’s meticulous note taking proved to be boon for to pill or not to pill.

Cool school,  the place is full of bright eyed bushy tailed kids whose main vocabulary word is “like”, it drives me to distraction, they may be bright however they are not articulate. My persona given a scanty smattering of gray hair does elicit certain amount of politeness and difference. I’m going to use it wherever I can.

Decided on 3 courses.  1) in leadership in the public private sector 2) history of the great leaders under stress people like Roosevelt and Mussolini.  The first leader we started with was King David because of course the Bible relates only truth 3) Digital media in convincing buy-in by the unwashed of climate change .  Don’t you love live Fake Fox News, entertaining stuff.  As classes started I was allowed to wear my Bat-Man underwear and hero socks, just for confidence as I entered the hallowed halls of The Kennedy School. And nobody knew but me, well maybe Diana.

We walk to school,  and get in almost the 10k steps. The freshmen are always passing us as they’re of fleet foot with a bounce in their step.  Little Bastards, they didn’t wake up with the same pains in the morning that they went to bed with the night before.  When I was a kid walking down Saint Catherine St., Montréal I often thought to myself why don’t these old people just walk faster they are in way. I now know why….Ouch!

On my adventures walking home, I had a true wildlife experience some prehistoric bird, called a Turkey were casually walking down the street.  Yes two turkeys creating a great deal of road traffic mayhem.  I thought the Puritans ad eaten them all off.

The delight of fine Cambridge eateries is a distance memory as we endure this 30 day diet of gruel alone no bread.  We are almost there.  Can’t wait for that English Muffin oozing with butter and Marmalade.

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