Dumb is the new Smart

Grey is the new Black. Orange was the new Pink. But that died. So I say next on the agenda is Dumb being the new Smart. I mean, so many people think they’re smart and they’re obviously not. Is being informed smart? Or well-read? We learned to read when we were FOUR, it’s not like surfing—something really hard. And that’s where shit gets confusing. Look at surfers and their perceived image of being bleach-brained, know-nothings. Learn the ocean, I say to that. Learn an ever-evolving, living entity.
I know my logic is rather flawed. I know the material on the page is the meat and potatoes, but it’s a good question: Does educated mean smart? Street smart vs. book smart has been argued forever. It’s a boring argument because it’s conditional. I’m talking bona fide smart=science. Taking four dimensional ideas in a 3-D world, that’s impressive. Like my main man John Weir, the genius. I can read some books and spout off some facts and paint a straight line and strum a guitar but I cannot take physical and chemical and biological and mathematical equations and put them in a blender and come out with a revolution—I know that doesn’t make sense, I’m dumb remember. But I can spell, and form coherent sentences, most of the time. And does that make me intelligent. I’m trained well. Do I have a better capacity for training than say the boy who grew up in a smoggy, congested environment like New York City to my open, fresh-aired San Diego? All I can see it proving is that pollution does not affect the brain, it only increases physical inferiority. That doesn’t make any sense either. Is self-reflection a condition of intelligence? What part does knowing people play in being smart? Freud, Pavlov . . . couldn’t think of another example.
And so I say bring on the dimwittedness. Hell, can you really believe everything you read in the papers, or on the internet? Is knowing the new blah blah film or the blah blah album that great anyway? We’re all just moving on to the new fad. What about chipping away and exploring that which has existed, trying to decipher new understandings of such everlasting creatures such as the ocean or the human brain. I’m rambling, dumb remember—I’m having trouble escaping the urge to fill the page with mindless obscenities. And so I will discontinue my ramblings for some rest.