HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2011-11-10, Page 5THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 2011. PAGE 5.
If memory serves, I spent just one high
school year studying the subject of
geometry. One period a day, five days a
week, 40 minutes per period. The experience
was nauseating, terrifying and bewildering. I
can honestly say that I hated every single
second.
And here is the sum total of what I
remember from that year of study: In a right-
angled triangle, the square on the hypotenuse
is equal to the sum of the squares on the other
two sides.
Now ask me how many times, in the decades
since, I have needed to know anything at all
about squares on triangles. Or hypotenuses. I
think this is probably the first time I have ever
used the word ‘hypotenuse’ since those dreary,
dreadful days of geometry class.
I also have, in the dustbin that passes for my
mind, vague memories of things called sines
and cosines, logarithms and quadratic
equations. Today, I wouldn’t know a quadratic
equation from a quadriplegic Klingon.
Nevertheless, I was doomed to spend
uncountable hours in geometry, algebra,
trigonometry and calculus classes having
higher mathematical esoterica drilled in to my
skull
Well, not so much ‘drilled into’ as
‘ricocheted off’. It seems I am genetically
impervious to the joys of mathematics. All
those propositions and equations pinged off
my brainpan like BBs off a tin roof. Trying to
teach me higher math was a colossal waste of
time – both the teachers’ and mine. The
difference was, the teachers were getting paid.
Aside from the misery, there have been two
long-term detrimental effects for me. Number
one, I have always felt guilty about my
arithmetical impotence. Number two, I rear
and freak like a spooked horse at the merest
sight of numbers I’m expected to do
something with. Figure out my bank balance?
GAAAAH! Calculate my height in
centimetres? Mercy! Decide which coat
to choose when the weather forecast says
‘20-kilometre winds and a high of plus seven’?
I give up – wear a parka and prepare to
sweat.
I’m not belittling mathematics per se. The
writer Don De Lillo defines mathematics as
“what the world is when we subtract our own
perceptions” – and I’m okay with that. I’m
also aware that one of the great scientific
treatises of the renaissance was a book called
Ars Magna (The Great Art). It was subtitled
The Rules of Algebra. Fine. No argument. I’m
just saying that mathematics and me equals
The Date from Hell.
Turns out I can finally let the guilt go. An
item in a recent issue of the New York Times
says that algebra, trig and calculus instruction
is wasted on students who have no aptitude for
higher math – indeed, on anyone not heading
for a career in engineering or science.
What makes the article compelling is the
fact that the two authors, Sol Garfunkel and
David Mumford, are career mathematicians,
which is to say they know their Ars Magna
from a hole in the ground.
They make the argument that society would
be much better served if math duds like me
given a course in what they call ‘quantitative
literacy’, which is to say, we should have been
taught the basics of handling our own finances,
plus relatively straightforward concepts such
as percentages, probability and risk.
In other words, mathematics that could
actually be useful as opposed to, say,
squares on the hypotenuses of right-angled
triangles.
Makes sense to me. Last year, a
spokeswoman for The Vanier Institute of the
Family announced that when you factor in
mortgages, credit cards debt and lines of
credit, the average Canadian family is carrying
$100,000 in debt. Perhaps with a better
grounding in basic math, more folks would
figure out that maxing out their Visa or
American Express and paying a Mafia-worthy
interest rate of 20 per cent on the balance is
actually kind of a crummy deal. You don’t
have to be Albert Einstein to get that.
Speaking of whom, can you explain what
the most famous equation of all time – E=mc
squared – actually means?
Me neither. But don’t feel bad. Somebody
once said, “Since the mathematicians have
attacked the Relativity Theory, I myself no
longer understand it.”
The somebody who said that was Albert
Einstein.
Arthur
Black
Other Views Writer has no head for figures
Earlier this year at my friend Scott’s
wedding the priest handed out a few
marriage tips. Among them were
keeping your man well fed and keeping your
woman well complimented.
He said, essentially, that no one likes a
complainer. So for every time a man
complains, he should compliment his wife five
times to keep the complaint/compliment ratio
in balance. If that’s true, let’s just say Jess must
have a reserve of a few thousand compliments
she’s expecting one of these days.
I, like many other people, complain a lot
about things. In fact, I often do it in this very
space, complaining about what annoys me in
day-to-day life. However, every once in a while
you read something or see something that
makes you catch your breath before that next
complaint comes out of your mouth and you
realize that perhaps there are more important
issues at work in the world.
In this issue of The Citizen, a Blyth native
and Corporal in the Canadian Armed Forces
Nathan Loder says “People complain about
unimportant things: they have so much to be
thankful for. Their lives are not in constant
danger; they are not starving; their future
potential is almost unlimited. It’s insulting to
me when I’ve risked my life and many others
have given their lives to hear them complain
about some little thing they don’t have. Is this
why we fought? Is this what freedom means?”
Strong, thought-provoking words to be sure.
And you have to wonder how many other
soldiers feel as Loder does. Often soldiers stay
mum on many issues after being deployed and
returning to their home country. It’s refreshing
to hear someone speak their mind about how
their outlook on life has changed after
experiencing war.
Loder spent time in Afghanistan sleeping in
the dirt, battling debilitating illness with no
showers or laundry for weeks at a time. A
bright spot for him during his deployment was
a care package from a loved one that may have
contained gum, an energy drink or some candy.
Now back in Canada, Loder says, “It’s so
nice to have a house with furniture and doors
and running water and a yard. I realize how
great these things are after living without them
for a while.”
Now who among us complaining after eating
too much Halloween candy or what our cell
phones leave to be desired aren’t hanging our
heads in shame?
There are countless similar complaints
running through the world on a day-to-day
basis and when Loder’s time in Afghanistan is
taken into consideration, one can’t help but
question the relevance of such complaints.
So while on Remembrance Day, our minds
are often overrun with stories of the brave men
and women who served in The First and
Second World Wars, and rightfully so, there
also should be time to consider today’s soldiers
serving in today’s conflicts and how we honour
them by celebrating our freedom in Canada.
Upon their return, are these soldiers seen as
the heroes they are? Or is there still a ranking
system classifying some soldiers as higher than
others on a scale of sacrifice?
So tomorrow while at the Remembrance Day
service or while pinning your poppy over your
heart, please remember to honour not just the
names etched in stone at the cenotaph, but the
young men and women lying in Middle-
Eastern dirt to sleep right now. Honour not
only those who gave their lives decades ago to
make Canada the great nation it is, but those
who are giving their lives right now to continue
this country’s great legacy.
Remember the present
By the time these words are read outside
of the office Remembrance Day will be
a day or two away.
I always wonder do people remember what
they’re supposed to on Remembrance Day?
Do they remember the sacrifices of those both
with us and those not. Do they recall that our
entire way of life was one founded on, and
arrived at by, a road paved with the blood,
sweat and tears of young men and women and
their families who have always and continue to
fight tyranny? Or do they simply stare at their
shoes when asked to bow their head in silence
and wonder when they can get on with the rest
of their day.
I can admit that in my youth I really didn’t
understand the need for silence and the need
for bowing ones’ head. Despite the fact that I
have a grandfather who was in the Royal
Canadian Air Force, I didn’t understand
why we glorified the contributions of men
and women who went to war when all I ever
heard about was how we shouldn’t use
violence to solve problems and how war was
an evil.
What I didn’t understand then and what I
hope students understand better now is that
there is always a grey area.
Sometimes, a villain can’t be reasoned with,
sometimes they simply want to see the world
burn and sometimes the only thing that can be
done is to fight.
It is then we must take up arms against the
foes, not of any particular nation, but of every
person.
When anyone is killed due to political
ideology or racial division, when a murder
occurs because one ruler wants more land than
another, we are all weakened by it.
It is for that reason that we thank those who
made the ultimate sacrifice on our behalf.
But it is also for that reason that we must
remember to thank the veterans and service
people that we still have with us today.
They gave, or are giving, their youth and
their lives to protect us.
This may be showing a bit of shade of my
neck, but looking at the people in my life who
have or are serving, I found a greater
appreciation for one of Toby Keith’s songs:
“I just work straight through the holidays,
And sometimes all night long.
You can bet that I stand ready when the wolf
growls at the door.
Hey, I’m solid, hey I’m steady, hey I’m true
down to the core, and I will always do my
duty, no matter what the price.
I’ve counted up the cost, I know the
sacrifice.
Oh, and I don't want to die for you, but
if dying’s asked of me, I’ll bear that cross
with an honour, ‘cause freedom don't come
free.”
Sure, he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I
dare anyone to read those lyrics and not feel a
sense of gratitude to the people who fight for
us.
In an age where violence, firearms,
explosives and war are glorified in movies,
video games, books and television shows,
it becomes even more important to
remember.
Everyone needs to be reminded that before
the World Wars, the Korean conflicts and
the Cold Wars of this world were fodder for
serial novels and first-person shooters they
were real events with real combatants, real
casualties and real lives ruined, ended and cut
short.
Before Korea inspired the antics of the
4077th on MASH it was a conflict where
guerilla warfare resulted in the deaths of as
many as 1.5 million people.
That’s as if more than half of the people in
Toronto just suddenly died.
So when the moment comes to sit in silence
and remember, don’t think about what to make
for dinner tonight, what homework you have
to do or the honey-do list waiting for you at
home.
Remember those in your family, those in
friends’ families and those in your community
who have given their all for their country.
Remember those who have lost everything
for their country.
Remember those who every day dread a
man in uniform coming to their door and
saying their significant other won’t be coming
home.
Remember those who have to fight the same
battles over and over again in their mind
because while they came home from those
wars and conflicts, a part of them will never
come back.
Remember every person who served their
country in every way when “the wolf growls at
the door.”
And most importantly, especially for
someone like me, is to remember that,
regardless of your stance on a military action
undertaken by your nation, the soldiers
themselves don’t have a lot of say.
They are told where to go. It’s their job.
Remember them for the sacrifices they’re
willing to make regardless of whether you
agree with the actions they’re instructed to
take.
Shawn
Loughlin
Shawn’s Sense
Denny
Scott
Denny’s Den
Bow your head and remember
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