The Mac Life Column: Quickly Kill the Frog


And so it happened … Recently, my daughter was sitting with me at dinner and left in a subordinate clause the remark fall, they will dissect a pig eye tomorrow in biology class. “I put the chicken leg, which I had picked up shortly before, unobtrusively back to the plate, decided spontaneously for the broccoli and asked again. Will Herr von Winzigerode really cut a pig’s eye? She looked at me silently. Her gaze wavered between total incomprehension for such a seldom stupid question and concomitant self-conquest, at least suggesting that she might eventually get carried away to a brief answer. How I would expect them to have only one pig eye available to the entire class. Of course, every student would get their own eye. To be on the safe side, Herr von Winzigerode would have given each student a second one. After all, everyone could make a mistake while dissecting. I quickly beat the total number of students in their class, doubled these because of the provided security copy and came loose sixty-two pig eyes. After trying unsuccessfully to drive the image of a bloodthirsty Herr von Winzigerode out of my head, who was doing his mischief in the pigsty and trying to express my eyes to the squeaking piglets, I decided on a new strategy.

Did my daughter hear about Apple’s new student iPad? On Youtube I chose a short video showing the idea of ​​the new iPad at a school in Chicago. Pupils sat with white coats in the following biology lesson and dissected with Froggipedia a virtual frog. Excited, I looked at my daughter. I was convinced that the connection would be self-evident. Instead, something else happened.

When the spot came where the frog’s needles were placed in the virtual frog legs and its chest was cut open with the Apple Pencil as with a scalpel, my daughter looked disgusted to one side. This is probably bestial. An absolute animal cruelty. She will never use such a thing. I think I even saw that tears came to her eyes. Even attempting to jump quickly to geology lessons, in which the same students sang a text about sedimentary rocks to Pharrell Williams’s “Happy” earwig, did not produce the hoped-for effect of improving their mood. The evening finally ended with both of us leaving our chicken legs untouched on the plate – my daughter even covered her leg with a zewa cloth. We stubbornly stuffed the broccoli into us.

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Frank Krug is a freelance writer, lives in Berlin and writes regularly for Mac Life.

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