Tommy Hanson, what used to be:
I think a lot about education options for the general public as well as my son, who is rapidly approaching the age where we will need to make some decisions on what we will be doing in that regard. It is hard for me to remain objective on this viewpoint - as I suspect it is for many - because I feel strong contempt for my experiences in primary, secondary, and to a lesser extent, post-secondary school. Focusing on post-secondary education is likely to be a waste of time, since it is so far in advance in a person's development that the impact to society is rather low, minus economic externalities like the scam of student loans threatening to do significant damage to our generation. (This is not really an educational issue but more of a misaligned incentive / government issue, so we'll skip it for this essay's purpose.) I was fortunate enough to have a father who quit his time-consuming contract job at NASA to take a lesser job with predictable work hours and pitch in around the house, while my mother worked a part-time night job. As such, they were around most of the time and applied adequate pressure on me to get my shit done, even if they didn't really support me in the areas that I found most interesting (gaming, primarily). The impact of having a stable nuclear family cannot be overstated, especially because they could afford to send me to a low-budget private (parochial) school instead of the public primary schooling system. Now, I realize that I have already described an unbelievable height of privilege and I'm not trying to downplay that; certainly a lot had to go right for me to even be in that position. And I have looked back with a more kind eye on my parents and educators and have forgiven them for simply doing what they felt was best, even if they hadn't really done any research on what actually was best. Lord knows I have committed far worse sins in my life. However, it is impossible to describe my time in school as productive, useful, or even adequate. Primary School I attended St. Francis de Sales, a Catholic school housed in dilapidated buildings that would have been out of date in the 1970's. The curriculum was as expected, a strong religious component though it was mostly segmented away - we learned about micro/macroevolution and the faith-based initiatives did not significantly impact our other subjects. The material was not overly challenging though everything with done with an larger-than-average authoritarian voice; perhaps a subconscious attempt to project God played a role here. What was clear was that individual thought was not welcome. Again, nothing groundbreaking; I'm sure almost every intelligent person goes through this. I believe my parents were consulted about the possibility of me skipping 2nd grade as well as the possibility of me attending a gifted program at another parochial school up the street; neither opportunity materialized and I do not recall ever being asked my opinion. (I would have absolutely agreed to skip a grade.) I made it painfully obvious I was ahead of the curve by asking for homework over the summer breaks, spending all my free time on the Apple IIe machines we had (how I coveted the green and black monsters!), and even spending time in front of a "math machine" which was nothing more than a large calculator. Still, nothing was done to help accelerate my studies, and like most in this situation, I began to lash out. My parents didn't understand how I could be getting C's in class while I spent hours and hours trying to understand the finer concepts of Magic: The Gathering and playing a lot of video games, and to be honest, neither could I. At this point I believe the lesson had already been burned into my brain - nothing in life will be difficult if I can leverage my intellect, so it wasn't worth stressing over. My parents massively overreacted, grounding me from using a computer and gaming consoles for months on end. Never once did they try to have a conversation about alternative ways to further my education. Again, I can't blame them for this, they both came from religious families with a very strong emphasis on order - and without the Internet, how would they ever come across another opinion that would change their mind? People who are considered intelligent seem to manifest their intelligence in a limited but variable way. My core competency for someone with a +3 SD intellect (as measured by the WAIS-III, for whatever that is worth [not much]) was that I can intuitively grasp new systems incredibly quickly. Example: By any standard, I am a well below-average Magic player on the PTQ circuit for any number of reasons, but given a brand new set of cards that no one has ever seen, my expected outcome in a tournament far surpasses my normal expectation. If a subject has little to no similarity to another where we can overlay a previous neural net, we struggle with understanding it. I do too, but I get through the initial phases much, much faster than my peers. It is hard to say what the correct course of action would have been here for 6-11 year old Kyle. My father attempted to get me into more solitary pursuits (electronics, sports, etc) but I did not respond well. Both of my parents were paragons of work ethic - they talked the talk AND walked the walk - but I wasn't. It's really no wonder they used punishment next in an attempt to straighten me out. I have done a lot of reflecting here and I think a Montessori-style education would have served me best. Even at a young age I had issues with authority, though I never outwardly expressed it until high school. (The fear of eternal damnation is a powerful one indeed.) I had never really been told I could do whatever I wanted - sure, every parent and teacher pays lip service to this concept, but few are willing to allow an 8 year old to actually do what he wants to do. Secondary School After a Catholic education, I ended up at a public high school, Parma Senior HS. Incredibly scared that honors classes would be too much work, I took only Honors Biology and the rest of the courses were the standard variant. This proved to be a disaster as these courses were a huge waste of time. I posted just one 4.0 equivalent GPA (we had honors weighting, another terrible idea) which was my first semester of my freshman year; after that I started taking to sleeping in class and enjoying all the freedoms I never had at St. Francis. My guidance counselor refused to allow me to take Computer Programming as a freshman, stating that the class was too advanced and only available to upperclassmen. By the time I was eligible, the class had been dropped from the curriculum; I wouldn't write a single line of code until I was in college. While I socially came into my own in high school, educationally the entire four years was a complete waste of time. There were a few notable exceptions; Mr. Cyr was an energetic US History teacher (though the subject material was basically trivia), Mr. Jeckel gave me much of my sense of self-deprecating humor and pushed me to study the sciences more, and Mrs. Lachvader (spelling is wrong for sure) tried her best to motivate me to study advanced Chemistry, but the reality is that a decade of programming me to believe that my intelligence was sufficient more or less killed these signals. I opted out of my senior year of high school to attend community college; it should be noted I had to fight every step of the way to actually achieve this result, since the taxes that would go to the HS instead would go to the college. When I discovered I could take classes full-time over the Internet (gasp!), I did that and worked 40 hrs/week at the local library. It was truly eye-opening to see that no one gave a shit what I did and I was free to do whatever I wanted at college, and it took me some time to fully internalize it. My political science professor at Tri-C - Shaun Easley - gave me my official anti-authoritarian streak, which indirectly led to me studying Economics instead of Computer Science while at Baldwin-Wallace. I've done less reflecting here on how my experiences could have improved, because primary programming is far more important, I believe. Had I had an outlet for my intellect and anti-authoritarian roots as a youngster, I would have overcome the idiotic state-based education path set out for me instead of tacitly accepting "yeah, this is how it is" while wasting four years of my life. That said, my school was woefully underfunded and ill-equipped to deal with outlier cases of any sort, so once again, I can't blame them specifically. (A recurring theme in most of my reflections is that it's usually my fault; this is not always true but I have found it better to be overly self-critical.) Still, organizations should recognize a bad fit where it exists and provide an outlet for it; this would require accepting the idea that maybe an outlier case might actually best decide for himself what he wants to do. Those in power tend not to want to decentralize it, so again, it's simply a rational response - but one that ultimately hurts the very people who are most likely to have the greatest potential to do something major in life. ------------ I have no real conclusion to finish up with here. I will say that my son will be attending some sort of alternative school. I do not trust the public system to adequately handle the job of education; I believe they have massively failed in this regard and that it is not their primary motivation in any case. (Glorified babysitting and hand-holding are the planks, IMO.) If I believed I had the patience and insight, I would opt for home schooling, but that requires a level of delusion that not even I have achieved. I know that I would make a terrible educator for my own son due to conflict of interest. Though they say kids are prone to making the same mistakes their parents made (and again, I don't view my parents decisions as mistakes in the conscious sense whatsoever), I plan on instilling a strong sense of self-determination in my son, which will probably take root as anti-authoritarian. While in the short-run this is counterproductive and likely annoying as fuck, they are values I highly respect and ones that I see in most of the successful people that I consider to be role models. As such, Astrid and I will likely be exploring Montessori schools when the time comes. I want my son to grow up in an environment that is only semi-structured with a lot of room for individual decisions - and more importantly, the ability to say "no" to his authority figures without fear of baseless reprisal. Man, education is complicated.
In 2013, I had a lot of success but also a lot of undue stress, and part of that stress over the past 18 months (quitting my FT job to go it alone at Driveline Baseball, my son's slow development, health issues with my wife and I, etc) was part of the reason I stopped training. Training had always been there for me in the past - I loved to lift, take batting practice, throw long toss, etc. Ever since I stepped on a baseball field and was terrible seven years ago, I wanted nothing more than to become a better version of me in that realm, and I would say I was largely successful, becoming one of the better power hitters in our league. (Big fish, small pond etc, but it wasn't about that - it was about finding myself.) Dan John said it best - self-control is like a can of shaving cream. Every time you need to exercise some self-control, you have to use the can. Kid whining about using an iPad and you need to talk him down? Press the button. Clients bitching over email that their orders are late because of a USPS screwup? Press the button. Website is crashing? Press the button. Launching a new line of products? Press the button. Get in a car accident that herniates your L4-L5 discs and requires extensive self-therapy to fix the shooting sciatic pain you live with for months? Press the button. At the end of it all, you need to eat, and a salad and protein shake would cost you self-control when you'd rather just eat something easy. And that's how you end up going from a 455 squat and 245 bench to being happy you can squat 185 for a couple sets without any pain. But those are excuses, and while not poor ones, they are excuses nonetheless. So I decided some time ago that I'd start training again once the schedule clears up, and that happens to be January. The basic outline looks like this: Back Squat: 3x5 linear progression, 3x/week, Starting Strength progression - modifications: high-bar placement, no belt, no knee sleeves. Superset 10 swings 1 pood KB for back health between all warm-up and working sets. Tabata Effort: 8 rounds, 3x/week - Concept2 Rower Glute-Ham Raise: 3x8, 3x/week Baseball Stuff: On-ramping TAP weighted ball series, prioritizing arm strength/endurance for 6 weeks (details unnecessary) Other Accessory Work: Rows, Chins (surprised I can even do a dead-hang full ROM one, but I can), Push-Up variants, Unilateral KB stuff, etc I also have a standing treadmill desk where I walk at 1 MPH while typing/writing and alternate that with standing there, which has definitely done wonders for my posture. It's not that hard to get used to, and I really like it. It's a treat to sit in my Aeron chair at work, but I feel a lot more productive with a walking desk. Anyway, best of luck to you all. My goals are to stick to this for four months and see where I'm at as the baseball season begins for my HS kids and myself. In a fantasy world, I'm touching 80-81 MPH and squatting 3 plates with ease for sets across while running a easy 7 minute mile, but who knows. All I can control is the effort, and that's what I plan to do.
Someone on Facebook said: "It's awesome how much more we can do now given technology and the efficiency of digital markets." I think he wrapped it up very well; my verbose explanation tires people out and the only way I know how to shorten it is to say "The Internet is fucking unreal awesome dasffaggd" which isn't all that helpful. But think about it - some time ago I decided I wanted a specific type of baseball that was weighted and colored differently - 6 combinations in all. I kept selling some other vendor's inferior product and making some money off of it, but then I eventually got to the point where I thought: "Can't I just do this myself?" I PM'd a friend who I knew who did offshoring, he told me to look at alibaba.com (I could have easily Googled this), and a month later I was sending an international wire to China and 2 months after that I had 100 cases of weighted baseballs and 100 cases of resistance bands. my column on The Hardball Times, message boards, and my company's blog. I shipped them by printing labels and paying for them using my printer and USPS.com. I was completely out of stock in two months. This is the future we envisioned as kids. 15 years ago this would have been near-impossible. Today all it took was a Facebook message, a Google search, trading emails with a rep in China, and sending an international wire from my credit union. How great is the Internet?
Dreams and long-term goals are funny things. Back in 2007, my then-partner Jacob told me that my message would be an "overnight success" in six years. I thought about that conversation throughout 2013 and have said it to my clients as a way to get them to understand where I came from and to help them frame their training in the proper light. In 2007, I wanted nothing more than to own high-speed cameras that were capable of recording the movement of a baseball pitcher to get precise kinematic data on the delivery. This was cost-prohibitive and nearly impossible to achieve without $50,000; the cost-efficient solutions involved Phantom hand-held cameras costing nearly $10,000 each. I still remember when I saw the Casio Exilim EX-F1 spoiled in Wired Magazine - a hand-held consumer-grade video camera capable of shooting 300/1000 FPS at just $1,000? I couldn't believe my luck. Still, Driveline Baseball wasn't turning a profit, and I was funneling money from my software developer job into the business as a labor of love, so I couldn't afford to purchase these cameras. But then... Casio released the groundbreaking EX-FH series cameras, which made 240/420/1000 FPS video affordable at just $500! I found one on sale at Best Buy for $380 and begged Astrid - my wife - to let me carve out some money for this, since it would be an awesome investment. She said "Sure, of course," and that night I stayed up shooting myself eat cereal and throw tennis balls in our living room. It was unbelievable. (It still is awesome to think about when I allow myself to step away from it all.) I eventually bought two, then three, then up to five cameras that were all standalone for use. Then I developed the first DIY biomechanics lab using consumer grade equipment: I fondly remember building the control object with Matthew (my intern) in the aisles of Home Depot, giddy beyond belief, fitting custom-ordered PVC hinges together. You can't really tell, but the picture above of me shows me conquering one of the biggest tasks I had set out to accomplish years prior. When I showed people the simple animation of one of my steel plyometric boxes with reflective markers on it made possible due to control object capture, they looked at me like I was nuts. The last six weeks have been something of a whirlwind; ten weeks ago, I was being evicted by my previous landlord from our subleased space and forced to find a new place. In three weeks I was able to secure a place and through the gracious help of one of my client's fathers, we moved everything into our new location in Puyallup. He and I spent countless hours (and still do) preparing and building out the space, having just finally finished our throwing cage built out of spare netting pulled out of the Puget Sound (which needed to be pressure washed with hot water and engine degreaser; aforementioned parent promises he has some incriminating photos of me in a hoodie and wader boots). But as I spent four hours in the facility alone earlier today, I plugged in the last of our high-speed cameras to the video server and fired up the testing application to ensure that USB bandwidth wasn't going to be saturated due to the massive amount of data coming in, and to see if the SSD could keep up with the write speed of four cameras writing uncompressed data fast and furious. Success - the overclocked 2500k was able to process the task quickly enough while the rest of the components worked as I desperately hoped. And just before my six years was up, I realized that I indeed just finished the last big task/goal I set out for myself in 2007 - to build a server-driven biomechanics lab dedicated solely for baseball, still built on a sub-$1,000 budget and a lot of elbow grease. (My software development skills were good for something after all.) Of course, along the way, a lot of other goals and landmarks came and went. A Golden Spikes winner who has made $4.4 million in signing bonuses and guaranteed contracts regularly consults me for pitching advice (and flew to Seattle to work directly with me) - just three years after we plastered his junior year photos across our first weight room in North Seattle saying that we needed to train athletes to be more like him. (Yeah, it's still weird to think that we went from saying my guys needed to be like him to being one of his coaches in such a short time span.) One of my other pro clients took the strikeout rate title across both AAA leagues in 2013. And our 2015 draft class looks to be exceptional, even if 2014 might be disappointing (we should have one top-10 rounder who could be a top-3 rounder if he develops further). But I can honestly say that building the lab to these specifications was the last big goal of mine, when I naively laid out some "to-dos" for myself, not knowing where this journey would take me. It's pretty cool to strike that last task off the list and to start thinking big once again.