story telling

According to most versions of his life story, the Titan Prometheus stole fire from the Gods and gave it to the first human men. For this and his other insurgent crimes, Prometheus' punishment is to be chained to a cliff with daily visits from an eagle who eats his regenerating liver from his body. This is my current model of textual creation and critique. The texts we write are our regenerating livers. When critiquing, we are the eagle. Don't be scared off by the gory metaphor. I am going explain my reasoning and later even offer a additional myth of critique from which I hope to fashion a more palatable model.

Science is a body of facts. From fifth grade Science to senior year AP Biology, teachers teach students exactly this. Students see science as a procedure with distinct boundaries between what is right and wrong (1). Science experiments had to meet certain expectations and create the "right" results. Science was all about structure.

But what is "right" anyway?

Understanding is questioning and colors of bold. Blues, reds, yellows and greens jump out of the page wanting me to figure out what the missing puzzle pieces mean. Another minute passes by, and a ball, the earth, a swirling sphere of rainbows, missing parts, that do not want to fit together, looking as though they are about to explode catches my eye. The color of the sun fills the corner of the page, a bright yellow, the hue of my mother's bedroom at our beach house in North Carolina reminds me of my childhood, finally allowing me to understand the white.