Saturdays Are Simple
I never could get the hang of Saturdays. Wednesday in the summer are no problem. I can do leisure and blank schedules. But Saturdays are always a break that seems to come at the wrong moment, and there’s not enough time to settle my head and heart before the wheel spins up again.
Reading Melanie’s great post yesterday pushed me back into a reflective mode, wondering if I have any good insights about how to build a class or culture that makes Makers.
I’ve been fighting a vocab problem with my Makers class. It’s about the differences between “simple” and “easy,” two terms that 8th graders abuse and treat as synonyms.
Simple != easy
Simple speaks to the graph, to the gestalt. Simple, in 8th grade terms, is too accepting to the surface, too willing to abstract. Simple is a judgement based on the size of the napkin. Simple can be misjudged.
Simple should mean “lacks complexity,” but complexity is fractal and readily missed. Things that “should have been simple” are discovered, too late, to hold complicated fractures.
Simple describes the route but not the journey.
Easy != simple
Easy speaks to familiarity and experience. Easy knows the road ahead, has taken the curves and leans into them. Easy still holds surprises, and can still be derailed. Easy can be intruded upon. You can still mess up with easy, through haste or inattention. But those are mistakes, almost always head-slappers that evoke a groaned “oh, I should have …”