How to structure a three hours online workshop?

This Saturday I’ll teach a workshop online, for a Chinese audience in China. Three hours. Part of that time will be painstakingly eaten away by the translation, English-Chinese and Chinese-English, since my Chinese language skills are not sufficient enough for teaching. And then, what to make of it? Three hours? I’m used to teaching 45-60 minutes online sessions.

However, I recall a Zoom session I had some time ago, where two students and me conferred ABOUT a one hour online presentation. We chatted away 2 hours in no time. We did that three times, on three separate appointments. In fact, the last Zoom session lastet well over 3 hours, and we could have gone on, that’s how lively, inspiring and interesting our conversation and sharing was!

Also, I recall a Zoom call with my brother and one of our best friends, a year ago or so. We too chatted away over 3 hours, and only had to stop because my brother had another appointment, en plus it was nearing 1am in my timezone and I grew considerably sleepy.

But an online workshop over 3 hours with a group? How would you structure something like this without getting that dreaded back-to-school feeling? I recall well—from multiple occasions—that people are shy to speak in front of others. Especially online. Probably for multiple reasons, good reasons. Reputation, social credit, hierarchy, all the heads of Medusa snapping at any student who comes forth to speak or ask questions at once. And for me the same problem, in the past I got criticised for answering some questions too detailed, and other questions too short. Back-to-school is politics, career, money.

So- I might go in like I did at the above mentioned two Zoom meetings. I might not prepare a set list. I might not plan set activities and times at all. I might just briefly re-read what I’m supposed to cover according to the advertisement copy I handed in to sell the workshop. I might go in as a human, come as a friend, come as I am, and will not “teach” but just be. Maybe something good will come from that. And if not, who needs three-hour-long Zoom workshops anyways?

The Clock-steps Workout

Five years ago—as of today—I made a little video with ideas for fall prevention [Youtube: A great exercise for fall prevention]. No, it didn’t go viral. No, it wasn’t picked up by the Good Morning America TV Show. No, it didn’t buy me a house and a Ferrari. But I always liked to think back to this video, I really liked the ideas in it. And, have you looked at pictures of yourself from 5 years ago? You looked amazing! And so did I.

So- yesterday I went ahead and did a new version of this [Youtube: Fall prevention & balance training for 65+] and I think it turned out pretty well. Oh- and I just now spend one more hour on the thumbnail. Would that I knew if it got better though. Have a look-see, which one is more appealing, in a clickedy-click on that thumbnail kind-of way? I tend to like the first one more. But the second one kind-of looks cleaner and more modern. Yes no?

The journey continues- this morning I was going through the movements again, since I really like them. And I figured this is not just for seniors, but for everyone. Maybe most of all for myself. My legs lost a lot of power since I was 17, and I need to build up again.

Maybe with music, or with a song. However, for the non-musical self inside of me I built it a bit more systematically:

  1. Imagine a clock face on the floor, with 12 o’clock in your front, 3 o’clock to yo’ right, 6 o’clock at your back, and 9 o’clock you-know-where.
  2. Stand with your feet (kind-of) parallel, your feet next to each other, that’s our starting position. Keep your right foot standing where it is, don’t move it. And then take a step with your left foot onto 12 o’clock and back to the starting position.
  3. Then a step to 11 o’clock, and back to start, and then to 10 and to 9, to 8… all the way to 6 (and maybe even 5), and so forth.
  4. And then the same thing, but turn your left foot, together with your leg and shoulders and head and pelvis. But always keep your right foot planted in the starting position. Stay with your right foot in the same position. Bend your knees. Bend your knees a lot. And so forth. And so forth.
  5. For a more Patrick-Step (The kneesovertoesguy) kind-of variation you could stand with your right foot on a wedge, or on a wedge shaped shoe, a women’s comfort slipper with a high heel, of all fashion items. And so forth. And so forth. And then walk like a crab in a circle.

I might make one more video of it. It’s fun! Or at least- not as boring as single-motion exercises, the ones that fitness professionals and fitness victims all alike perform in the gyms. Single-motion repetition drills really fry my brain, like, braindead and all. What good are muscles without a well functioning brain? People pumping iron with big headphones on and loud heavy-metal music, people trying to tickle some neurons while they starve them to death at the same time.

You need to look in the forbidden place

A man in search of solace came to an independent teacher and asked him what type of trauma therapy would be the best for him. The teacher answered: To look at your parents and childhood, your upbringing, and your so-called traumatic events, be it with the help of a therapist, a group, or on your own, that’s all well and just. But if that’s all you’re going to do then, “Good luck.” If you really want to resolve trauma, the teacher said to the man, then you need to look where all the therapists, even the world famous, most celebrated, and most highly praised trauma therapists forbid you to look. They will all stop you from looking, try to extinguish the smallest light and inkling, try to divert your attention. If you really want to resolve trauma, and replace this terrible, all consuming darkness with something better, you will have to look at compulsory schooling; what it did to you, and what it did to everyone and everything you loved.

Language for describing movement

So- I’m sure I’m not the first to think about language and word choice. There must be a lot out there. Innit?

Now- how to instruct something like this, the action you see on the picture above? Is it a turn of the head to the right? A shift of the eyes to the right? Or should we say, turn the arms? Turn the shoulders? Turn the shoulder girdle?

Obviously we need a word to describe the movement, and also a word to say what we’re moving. What would be the minimum, how deep (or elaborate) do we need (or want) to go? Do we instruct a movement or an action?

An external rotation of the right upper arm, together with an internal rotation of the left upper arm, the right shoulder blade sliding closer to the spine, while the left shoulder blade is sliding further away from the spine…

…the left knee is moving forwards in space relative to the seating area, a turn of the pelvis to the right, with the point of turning, where is it, on the right sit bone? On the left? Both? Is it a turning or a tilting? Or should we shout out, “Hey, look behind you!”

What will be different? What will be the differences? Where’s the learning, the refinement? What do we want? What do we need?

The uprooting of family businesses and families by compulsory schooling

Downstairs, starting at the corner of my street where I live in District 2 of Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, there’s hundreds and hundreds of little shops. Some of them shops are selling fresh fruit. The one where I buy my bananas is one of the best selling shops in the area. Business is good. They sell various types of coconuts and coconut jelly desserts. They sell various types of bananas, mangoes, mangosteens, avocados, dragonfruits, longans, all kinds of fruit.

The shop is a shop and a home, with the storefront in the front, a courtyard in the middle, and a home in the back. All members of the family work there: the father, the mother, the grandparents, and two kids of about 5 and 9 years old. There’s chickens walking about in the courtyard and in between the crates in the shop, there’s a dog and two cats.

The kids are part of the family and learn the business. They see how the grown-ups run the business, buy and sell, handle problems, tend to customers. The kids are free to roam around and study, but also do chores like cleaning, preparing fruit for selling, they talk to customers and handle money. They grow into the successful family business and are part of the family and greater community of sellers and business owners. They are close to their parents and grandparents, and absorb their values, skills, teachings, everything that is important for a good life.

Now imagine: the police shows up and takes the kids away. For 12 years, for five to six days a week, for 5 to 8 hours at a time, they are put into a building that is removed from public life. Every hour they are moved from one cell to another cell that is bland and has no connection to real life or family business. They are put into these cells with other kids of similar age and social background, which are equally removed from their lives and families.

This means the kids can learn hardly anything from each other as they are all just kids without context, and they all have nothing of real importance to do, to see, to learn. This is inherently stressful for all of them, since it’s the nature of children to learn and to get prepared for life as grown-ups, to grow into their position in a community and to learn to participate in society as a whole in meaningful ways, to find meaning through what they do. They feel an internal, invisible clock ticking while they are forced to sit idly and are kept away from their real lives. Every tick of that internal clock is like a beating, and the stress just keeps building up.

They need to sit still on little chairs behind little desks and comply with a whole range of rules that don’t seem to make sense. They are required to obey to an authority that is foreign to their family, to their community, and to their actual lives. In fact, in most cases they won’t even know the people that are giving them the rules, these people are neither close friends of their parents, nor part of their families, nor their communities. Worse so, with time children will become used to following random strangers (and might even look for strangers to follow) and to accept mandates from whomever mounts themselves in front of them.

On top of that they are given “home work” by the strangers they need to obey. “Home work” that for the most part neither has relevance for their own lives nor for their families, and which will eat away even more time and sense.

On top of that their skills to write, to read, to calculate and to communicate is kept at an inadequate, poor level, in most cases much worse than what they would learn at home for the community they were born into. I quote from the book Dumbing Us Down by John Taylor Gatto: “It appears to me as a schoolteacher that schools are already a major cause of weak families and weak communities. They separate parents and children from vital interaction with each other and from true curiosity about each other’s lives. Schools stifle family originality by appropriating the critical time needed for any sound idea of family to develop—then they blame the family for its failure to be a family. It’s like a malicious person lifting a photograph from the developing chemicals too early, and then pronouncing the photographer incompetent. A Massachusetts Senator said a while ago that his state had a higher literacy rate before it adopted compulsory schooling than after. It’s certainly an idea worth considering: schools reached their maximum efficiency long ago, meaning that more for schools will make things worse, instead of better. [..] Senator Ted Kennedy’s office released a paper not too long ago claiming that prior to compulsory education the state literacy rate was ninety-eight percent and that after it the figure never exceeded ninety-one percent, where it stands in 1990.”

Not even mockery, but sad reality, the children’s family has to pay money for all that schooling either directly, or indirectly via government tax. And after these 12 years, when the kids are finally free to go, their family’s business might not exist anymore, or for whatever reason they don’t want or can’t enter their family’s business anymore, and they need to start a profession (or job) from zero, maybe in a dog-eat-dog environment.

This whole thing is as mad as it sounds like, yet many parents are still under the spell to think that the benefits of compulsory schooling outweigh the problems, and that the problems can somehow be fixed. However, as things look like after 200 years of compulsory schooling, the schooling system can’t be fixed… just like black mold on a wall can’t be fixed. The solution is to have less of it, not more.

The teacher who only asked questions

Yesterday late last night I was lying awake and thinking about the delivery of movement instructions, “What if I would not give movement instructions but instead turn everything into a question?”

Are you able to lie down on the floor, on your back? What would you need to be comfortable? Are you able to roll your right leg? What do I mean by, “to roll your leg?” What does it require? What does it do? Where does it lead to, what would come next?

Today late afternoon I scraped this “questions only” project again. Seems complicated and one sided, kind of.

Us common folks they serve hope

I meant to continue to write about compulsory schooling and its devastating effects on society. This topic is in my blood now. And about the failure of homeschooling. And why homeschooling might be even worse than compulsory schooling in schools. For it takes the worst of schooling even deeper into families and communities, into their very homes, making it even more troubling. iPads and video chat and temp teachers. Like a virus traveling from the nose downwards and nesting itself deep into the lungs, and from there entering the bloodstream, sickening the whole system.

But I also wanted to share a positive outlook, what I see is uplifting and emotionally helpful. I recall the saying, “Je n’ai fait celle-ci plus longue que parce que je n’ai pas eu le loisir de la faire plus courte.” I have the story in my brain (or wherever words and pictures and such are stored in the physical body), but appear empty handed, I didn’t write anything for a full week; because I didn’t have the time to write it down in a mode of conciseness and precision.

So, maybe tomorrow. Today I need to finish a text for a lesson I taught online in German language. A financially almost fruitless endeavour. The Euro is crashing, my small savings in my savings account disappearing, any income in Euro flushed down the same spillway. Luckily my patrons in the English speaking world support me in USD, which seems to be stable. Yet, Austrian German is my mother-tongue, and I want to share my work with the German speaking folk as well. Would there was hope. At least they hand us that, with a smile.