Episode 11

Whatever

Jazzy titled the show, "whatever," because whenever he tries to involve his two boys in his projects, they reply, "whatever dad."

The conversation, as it usually does, meanders.

It begins with a question of doing, and Jimmy suggests that actions can be better understood through the lens of "Want v. Need."

Jazzy and Phreddie respond to Jimmy's categories by pondering the relationship of judging, guilt, and achieving. "We're in a stream," exclaims, Jimmy. He doesn't understand static.

The conversation flows into the idea of self-direction. Jazzy self-schedules, while Phreddie confesses that he is an "Information addict." This nudges the conversation toward a question: Who is the self in "self direction"? Hard information -- Newspapers, radio, TV, internet -- directs us more than we direct ourselves.

Jazzy, when he was younger found refuge in libraries. Jimmy allows the garden to direct him -- What needs help the most? Jimmy reads and anticipates the garden's needs. He loves peasant work. Phreddie agrees and describes his efforts as "slogging through the self."

To make actions, we need to be interested. Being "interested" in key.


About the Podcast

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Fred M Schill

I like to do. I like to make things. And, I like telling stories. I tell stories to myself and to others.

First, a short biography, which is, of course, is a story. I was born in Cleveland, played sports, and attended university. Later, after a few years in the radio business, I returned to university to study education and literature.

With a teaching certificate in my file folder, I began working in high schools, first as a strike-breaking scab substitute teacher in Cleveland's far suburbs, and then in Chicago, mostly in private high schools.

Cleveland and Chicago. My two main towns, and I escaped them both. Presently, I live in a tiny, isolated, mountain village in Spain. I am reluctant to write the name of the town because I don't like tourists. When the tourists arrive, they look at me as if I am an animal in a zoo.