An Argument in Favor of College… or Not

Many of my Libertarian colleagues, who are among my smartest friends, don’t believe in going to college. A recent essay by James Altucher on his blog – titled “Seven Reasons Not to Go to College (and a Solution)” – is an example.

I’ve always argued in favor of college. And my argument went something like this: Most kids can only learn so much in high school because their hormones are raging 23 hours a day. And also, let’s face it, most of us are idiots at that age. Still, if you apply yourself and have good teachers, you can get a very solid base. If you have that, and you continue to have the drive to learn, it’s quite possible that you can develop expertise in certain specific skills (even law, if you live in California). Then you can get a great job or start a business and make great money and all of that.

But that’s very different from being well educated. Well educated means – in my book – that you have a superior level of competence in life’s three essential skills: thinking, writing, and speaking.

The first of those skills – thinking – is a sine qua non as far as being well educated is concerned. But learning how to think well isn’t something you are likely to do in high school. Unless, that is, you are brilliant and go to a school populated with brilliant teachers and students. (I suspect this was true for my friends who are anti-college.) For the rest of us, high school is an emotionally and sometimes physically challenged gauntlet of horrible situations and even more horrible people acting at their worst. There is a nearly zero chance to be able to learn how to think at a high degree of competence in such an environment.

The same can be said for the slightly less difficult skills of speaking and writing – which are essentially two versions of one skill: rhetoric.

But you can, if you apply yourself, learn to think and articulate your thoughts in college. In college you have – or can have, if you want – the freedom and privacy to do so… and plenty of smart and thoughtful people around to help you.

Having said that, I would admit that 90% of those that go to college don’t learn these skills. They waste their time doing the sort of idiotic things they did in high school. And perhaps that’s okay, because they are probably going to spend the rest of their lives being thoughtless and rhetorically impaired.

So… for the 10% that go to college to learn, it is worth every penny they pay and every hour they spend.

That was and still is, to some degree, my argument.

But I’m starting to change my mind.

The first reason (and James makes this point in his essay) is that if you are in college to learn anything technical or anything business related (anything except liberal arts), you are wasting your time. Because anything you learn will be outdated or simply useless when you get into the “real world.” You’ll get a job and you’ll have to learn on the job.

The second reason is that if you do go to college to learn how to think and articulate your thoughts, you are going to be in liberal arts. But liberal arts programs these days are factories for idiotic group-think ideas like Socialism and identity politics. It’s actually impossible to learn those subjects and learn to think at the same time because the two activities are antithetical.

And there’s a third reason (and James mentions this, too). College is absurdly expensive. Way more expensive than it should be.

I’m not in favor of Bernie’s and AOC’s solution – free college – because this would do absolutely no good. The 90% of the college population would learn less not more if they went for free. (You don’t value what you don’t pay for.) As for the 10% that can’t afford it… I’d be in favor of giving them whatever financial aid they can’t get. (Most of those with financial aid do pretty well.)

But here’s the thing…

I think the current state of college education is on its way out. Young people today are more than equipped to learn online. Not just to access information and listen to lectures, but to interact with professors and coevals in all sorts of ways. And they can do that without leaving home. They can do it at their own pace. And at a fraction of the current costs.

I believe that in the next 10 years, there will be all sorts of online universities that will offer a perfectly good college education (good enough for the 90% at least) for a fifth of what kids are paying now. There will also emerge all sorts of online programs to teach kids specific skills and technical knowledge much more efficiently. They will provide certificates rather than diplomas, but that will be good enough for most careers that they might want to pursue.

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sine qua non (noun) 

Sine qua non (sih-NAY kwah NOWN) is Latin for “without which, not.” We use the term for something that is absolutely indispensable or essential. As I used it today: “The first of [life’s three essential skills] – thinking – is a sine qua non as far as being well educated is concerned.”

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“The Day the Music Burned” in The New York Times

In June 2008, a fire erupted on the Universal Studios Hollywood backlot. Universal Music Group, the world’s largest record company, told reporters that nothing much of importance was lost. But the blaze had destroyed a vault containing master recordings by some of America’s most iconic musicians. Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Patsy Cline, Buddy Holly, John Coltrane, Guns N’ Roses, Snoop Dogg, Nirvana, Sheryl Crow, Tupac Shakur, Eminem – These are just a few of the artists whose recordings were likely lost in the fire.

A fascinating read.

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An Amazing Street Drummer

I love watching street musicians, acrobats, and other such performers. And if I can see, at a glance, that they are doing something special or that they have attracted a responsive audience, I cannot resist working my way to a good vantage point.

K doesn’t feel that way. If ever we approach a street performer, she hurries by. If the crowd is large and noisy, I am moving into it while she is moving as far away as she can. Although we’ve talked about this several times, I’ve never understood exactly why. I think she sees street performance as a kind of cheap tourist attraction and she doesn’t want to think of herself as a tourist. Or maybe she sees the performance as something like an auto accident with the audience as rubberneckers.

To me, street performance is, in some ways, the epitome of performance art. I see it as genuine and organic. As a street performer, you are entirely free to invent your own art. And if you want to profit from it, you have a non-stop passing audience to figure out how to do so. The show is free. Pay if it was worth your time.

Anyhooo… here’s a good example –an amazing drummer that adds a bit of juggling and humor and pots and pans to create a performance that is much more than just drumming.

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My Very Anal Daily Routine – Just in Case You’re Interested

Every so often I get a letter asking about my daily routine. As if, I suppose, it would be useful to others. Everyone must find his own routine, but I do understand why someone would ask. I love reading about the daily routines of business magnates, accomplished writers, artists, etc.

So, for what it’s worth, here’s mine:

I wake up at 6:00 or 6:30. If I’m feeling tired, I stay in bed for 30 to 60 minutes. Along with my morning ablutions, I force myself to smile foolishly at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I do this because I hope it will improve my mood. Then I do a minute or two of stretching, squats, pushups — something to get the creaks out and the blood moving.

Then I weigh myself. Drum roll. Euphoria or despair. I remind myself that I’m 68 and this is vanity.

My morning shower takes about 90 seconds. I lather up and rinse off twice. I once wrote an essay saying that I thought it was wasteful to spend more than 2 minutes in the shower. I got more hate mail from that than anything else I’ve ever written. Like I said then, I’m just telling you what I do and what I think. I’m not your role model. Do and think what you want.

I spend more than 90 seconds dressing because I want to look good. If K tells me that the outfit I’ve put on doesn’t look good, I am nonplussed. But I defer to her.

I’m at my desk 30 minutes after I get out of bed. I spend two minutes reciting a morning prayer and about 10 or 15 minutes updating my “goaltending” journal. Then I get to work writing. Writing is difficult but important to me. I want to tackle it when I have my morning energy. I set a 28-minute timer. When it goes off, I get up from my computer and move around for 2 minutes. Then it’s back to work.

Breakfast is the same every day: half of an egg-salad sandwich. After breakfast, I usually take a 40-minute walk across the street, along the beach, listening to an audiobook or a TED Talk or the like. Then I try to get to work on the next most important thing after writing. (It’s usually some sort of project – business or personal.)

At 11:00 or 12:00 (depending on the day), I drive to my office (a mile away) and train in Jiu Jitsu for an hour. After Jiu Jitsu, I spend a half-hour doing yoga and Pilates. Then I weigh myself again. I weigh myself a second time because I usually weigh between 3 and 5 pounds lighter than I did in the morning. So why not? Then I take another 90-second shower.

Lunch is a cup of tuna salad, eaten at my desk. I spend the next several hours working on routine business objectives, having meetings, critiquing advertising copy, answering questions. I work like this till about 5:00 or 5:30.

I go home and spend an hour reading in the pavilion in our backyard. Then I set the table, select a wine for dinner, and spend an hour with K, trying to get out of my head and be in the moment. After dinner, I sit on the front porch and smoke a cigar and sip cognac and do a crossword or play solitaire.

Then it’s upstairs for yet another 90-second shower and a couple of hours of reading or watching something on YouTube or Netflix. Before I turn out the lights, I spend another 10 or 15 minutes on my goaltending journal.

That is my routine on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Wednesday and Friday daytimes are the same, but the evenings are spent at my cigar club, writing and/or having meetings and/or talking with friends. I spend Sundays at what K calls our “swamp house” – a second home that’s about 20 minutes west of our main house on the beach. Friends and family members drop by to chat or take a tour. The swamp house sits on a small lake in 20 acres of what is becoming a pretty cool palm tree botanical garden that I will one day be opening to the public.

So that’s it.

Now you may be thinking, “How anal! How boring! I’d rather be in prison!” But keep in mind that I travel an average of 12 days a month – Baltimore, New York, L.A., and lots of foreign cities. I have a different routine (also anal) when I travel, which keeps things interesting. And like I said, you should have your own. This one works for me.

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“The Papa Connection” in Taki’s Magazine

Taki’s Magazine is a regular of mine. It’s extreme in some ways… racist and misogynist. But its writers are smart and its editor, Taki, could be the most interesting man in the world. When he writes, I’m always delighted. Here is an example: a review of Autumn in Venice: Ernest Hemingway and His Last Muse, which I have yet to read.

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galumph (verb) 

To galumph (guh-LUMF) – may be a blend of “gallop” and “triumph” – is to prance about in a clumsy, self-satisfied manner. This is one of many words coined by Lewis Carroll in the nonsense poem “Jabberwocky.” Here it is in the 5thstanza: “One, two! One, two! And through and through / The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! / He left it dead, and with its head / He went galumphing back.”

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