We’re living in an age of illiteracy my friends. You know what that means? Mother-fucking books cheap. Still winning!

You know growing up in the 90s (yeah I’m an old fart) I wanted to a author. A bestseller. A scholar in the modern age. I had dreams of making my way in the world.

Fast foreward to today. Video streaming is king and podcasts are how people absorb information. Reading books for pleasure is a by gone era in the post information age.

I’m not excluded from the degeneration. I like the occasional podcast and I view a Youtube video on the regular. Though in all honesty YouTube is going into the shitter. I’ll save my reasoning for another time.

The brilliance of living in a post literacy age is the opportunity of books being on the cheap.

As crappy is Amazon for the writer in making money for the reader it is a gold mine of richness for the wondering book nerd on a need for a fix for Sherlock Holmes collections and new writer’s with interesting takes on classic fiction and bondage fantasies. The choices aren’t limited they are endless….

Yep.

Granted the gems are buried under a hill of elephant shit with fucked up ten thousand flavors of I dream of a big dick asshole with a heart of gold and wallet filled condoms.

ULTRA COMBO!!

What the hell was I talking about??

Oh! Yeah. Mother fucker, books are cheap. The normies are all watching seventeen commercials about dick pills and the crept keeper’s new world domination plans on one YouTube/TV channel with seven minutes of content.

The road is clear to build a giant library of books. Digital shit I consider pocket money physical books is cold hard gold bars.

I have my little stores and my thrift bookstores online.  So many bargins. So many choices. Supplies are limited demand isn’t high and the prize is just around my wallet range. I pickup my pre-orders occasionally and a graphic novel when I’m feeling dirty.

Hot damn! What a time to alive!

That’s it.

Yeah. I wanted to be a big time author and scholar. Didn’t turn out so well but fuck that noise. I damn sure can build a scholar’s library because in case you haven’t heard me yet….

MOTHER FUCKING BOOKS ARE CHEAP….

Warm Regards,

Guardian

Systems of learning: Reverse engineering

I’ll give you a quick reference point for what I’m talking about and link from Merriam & Webster dictionary.

to disassemble and examine or analyze in detail (a product or device) to discover the concepts involved in manufacture usually in order to produce something similar 

In general, the principle is simple to input into any field of interest. It’s like the idea of a young child taking apart a bike or toy to figure out the moving parts and then if he or she gain an understanding they can put those parts back together again. It’s one method of learning about the essence of how a thing works and how to put that object back together again or modify it to function with new added abilities.

Case in point, in the 2003 movie titled PayCheck the main character is introduced in the opening prologue as a man who buys a television at a store and then proceeds to go to a secret futurist lab where he takes the device apart down to it’s bare parts and proceeds to reverse construct it back together but with a improved modification to the design.

I learned to write by braking a subject down by it’s elementary levels. I would in the beginning copy sentences down until I got the structing of them into my writing habits. I would then experiment with those same structures of sentences with my own ideas in poetry and later fiction.

Now, my parents taught me how to sound out words and my teacher’s tried to teach me sentence structures but those lessons didn’t hold.  I learned to read by hearing with my ears and memorizing the flow of sentences with my eyes. Reading became internalized for me as I listened to audiobooks with skilled narrators used inflictions and tones for the words meaning and the punctuations implemented into the text to carry emotion into the reader’s inner ear. I started to gain a internal knowledge for the song and rhyme quality of the English language.

I began to know when a sentence was correct not by a rule or text book I could turn to but by the sound of the sentence’s flow and whether or not it sounded correct or I found it off key by two beats or three notes.

I’m not being at all poetical when I say English is a very beautiful song bird language.

 

L. M. Parker