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Mmmmm ... updated Powerbook ... Posted at 9:09 PM
I'm falling behind with things for my classes - not horribly for the most part, but such that I'm just barely keeping up with readings, and a paper that is due this week isn't even started and a test that I have this week remains unstudied for. The distance learning class I'm taking, which is done online, has been interesting, but I just barely got done with that in time (we had to read, listen to mp3 lectures while watching PowerPoint presentations, and then participate in discussion on the provided Discussion Board, building from questions the professor had posted, and we had to do all of the first unit by January 28th. Needless to say, I was struggling on January 27th to get on the Discussion Board and answer questions (it took nearly four hours to read everything and make all my comments, far longer than I'd expected)). So needless to say, I'm not off to the greatest start this semester, considering this is just the start of the fourth week. All of this pales in comparison to my thesis, though. I gave Theresa, my thesis advisor, two possible long stories and one short story that I wanted to use for my thesis (and for my writing samples to grad school), and she read them and then we sat down and discussed them and what changes could and should be made on the larger scale. That meeting ran well over two and a half hours, and we decided that I should do the major revisions we'd talked about, turn in new drafts to her to read and review, and then we'd meet again on the 8th of February. Well tomorrow is the 1st of February, a week before we meet as well as the day I should probably be turning in new drafts so that she has time to read them before we meet, and I haven't been able to spend a single minute on my stories. Hell, I haven't even had the time to read the written comments she made. So that's completely fucked, and I don't know how I'm going to pull myself out of that ever-deepening hole. And as if all of the actual stuff-needed-to-graduate things weren't in such bad shape, I'd still have my incomplete grad school apps staring me in the face, one of which is due tomorrow (so I'm applying for admission starting the following semester), but most of which will be due in a month, and I'm really just fucked on that because there is a ton of writing to do if they're to be ready. So I'm stressed, and a wave of depression has been trying to drown me for days. I'm continually trying to fight it off since I honestly don't have the time to be depressed and mopey. Sooner or later, though, it won't matter how hard I try - the depression will just take over. Then I'll have that to deal with, too, and my depression always makes me read and write and do everything notably slower, so that would just serve to worsen all of my problems. Fun stuff, huh? If you think that's fun, you should let me tell you about taking care of my grandma and how fraught with problems that is. But I've whined enough at you for one day, so I guess I'll give you a break. You're certainly patient to come back and read this stuff after I so often get whiny or bitchy or boring. I appreciate it, even if I don't understand your motivation. Thanks for reading. Posted at 2:37 AM
So how was Curling developed anyways? Maybe by disenfranchised street sweepers who wanted clean ice rinks? Or maybe ice hockey players with obsessive cleaning fixations? Or possibly just drunk bowlers trying to get the 7-10 split in a game on ice? It's one of the world's great mysteries. Posted at 11:47 PM
Here he comes to save the day! Posted at 1:06 AM
It was all I could do not to burst out laughing during my Vietnam War history class today. Dr. Hess had no idea that what he said could be interpreted as hilarious. In fact, I don't think that anybody other than me found the humor in it. Suffice it to say that you have to love The Princess Bride.
Posted at 9:58 PM
Okay, so I am now officially beating a dead horse. I honestly meant to end it yesterday - I mean really, three days of harping on the same rant is enough, I would think - but there seems to be a neverending exposure of the new instances of displays of "family values" that have nothing to do with family or value but just plain old bigotry, hatred, and ignorance. The latest comes from, unsurprisingly, a top official in Fuehrer Bush's regime. Once again this goes beyond sanity by condemning a PBS cartoon that promotes tolerance of all peoples, regardless of how they're different (and really, tolerance isn't really even enough - it should be full, federally-protected equality for everyone. Period).
Posted at 8:37 PM
Not to seem like I'm beating a dead horse here, but this bit of news today just illustrates the point I've been trying to make for the last two days all too clearly. Rather than support the beautiful simplicity of a plan to teach kids that bullying and name-calling is bad, these so-called bastions of "family values" want to teach kids (not just their kids but all kids) that bullying and name-calling is not even alright when directed toward gays but it's even expected. It boggles the mind that they can't even accept that such views make them bigots. If they expressed these types of beliefs regarding Jews, Muslims, blacks, Hispanics, Asians, women, or handicapped people it would be obvious to even them that they were hateful bigots, but since it's homosexuals, a group of people they hate more than anything (which is the definition of bigotry, by the way - hating a group of people because they are perceived to be in some way different from others) then they see it as somehow their duty to lead the persecution. No doubt the Nazis made the same justifications regarding the Jews (and the homosexuals, who also were exterminated during the Holocaust).
Posted at 3:34 AM
I don't feel like I went far enough discussing the topic of yesterday's Journal entry (regarding the meanspiritedness of American Idol and the greed/nastiness of all reality tv shows). The problem that exists here goes far beyond these types of shows, and it goes beyond the examples from the editorial I cited (namely the nipple-gate incident and the insanity of Bob Dobson decrying SpongeBob's tolerance of anyone who is different (because, obviously, the Christian way, in Dobson's mind, is to hate and promote violence against those who are different, in the same vein as the KKK and the Nazis). The problem, as I see it, is the warped sense of what constitutes "values" as expressed on tv. Hating homosexuals and their rights to marry may be the values of narrow-minded bigots, but it is far from a dictionary definition of 'value.' Promoting the completely factless supposition in Intelligent Design or Creationism as opposed to the widely-supported many-fact-based scientific theory of Evolution is not a value - it is not even base ignorance or stupidity; it is an active attempt to herald a new Dark Age, a push for an era that would be the opposite of the Enlightenment (which could use the already coined phrase "The dumbing-down of America"). The problem is also not 'the liberal media' considering the media is overrun with conservative pundits and conservative-biased news reports (cough-FOXNews-cough). The problem - and it is a problem that the so-called 'family values' conservatives should be up in arms about if they indeed give a damn about families or values - is the television programs and television ads (or radio and newspaper ads for that matter) that find demeaning men amusing, find stereotyping women to be convenient, and find promoting using children as slaves undeserving of care - these are the problems that are at the base of the corruption of America.American Idol and reality tv are merely a part of this type of attitude, where the depicted values could be catalogued as:
Seriously, this is what the media promotes. It's a sick view of the world, and these are not the kinds of "values" that I want invested in anyone who is anywhere remotely close to me. These are the sort of problems that should be attacked by people concerned about "family values", but guess what? Not a peep is heard from the conservatives. Why is that, you might ask? Simple. They don't care. They have no values except those listed above. They just realize that it's not politically correct to be so obvious about their true attitudes. It's pretty obvious, though, if you look around. If conservatives are so concerned about "family values" then they should start looking at defending the values that make and protect families. I don't really expect that ever to happen since I don't really think that their mouthing of the words "family values" is anything but lies and outrageous propaganda that attempts to elevate their position against the innocents whom they malign with their vile rhetoric. Himmler and Hitler would be impressed by their twisting of what is right and what is wrong, but I am simply disgusted. Posted at 9:47 PM
For four years I have avoided American Idol and the odd frenzy that surrounds it. I have avoided it for the same reasons, mostly, that I have avoided reality programs - because they showcase the baser natures of humanity, and they are at their cores simply examples of selfish, spiteful inhumanity. Most people seem to delight in these festivals of mocking, demeaning, and screwing over their fellow human beings, who for their despicable acts are rewarded time and again. I've never understood the attraction inherent to so many people in shows like these, and I'm comforted to see that I'm not alone. This editorial from the New York Times expresses many of my own sentiments in regards to American Idol and reality tv.
Posted at 10:35 PM
My grandma is going to drive me insane. She is determined to be a victim somehow from this Carpal Tunnel surgery, regardless of the fact that everything has been going great and coming out just as the doctor explained it would. Nevertheless she is sure that there is more pain to come, that she will lose the use of her hand, and that her hands will fall off any time now. Okay, so she hasn't claimed that last one yet, but just wait and see - that's about all she hasn't complained and worried about yet. I'm honestly at the end of my patience with continually re-explaining what the doctors have told her on three separate occasions and what I have additionally reiterated dozens of times myself. I accept that her memory fails at times, and I accept that she doesn't pay attention very well, and I accept that she is worried about how things will turn out, but I am in utter disbelief at how pessimistic she is and how much she seems to constantly want to be a victim. I'll admit that I'm not always the most optimistic person in any group, and I'm more paranoid and cynical than the average person, but my grandma puts me to shame on all levels, and I can only take so much. The weeks can't pass fast enough until both Carpal Tunnel surgeries are done and forgotten, completely healed and in the past. Until that time, probably six or more weeks away, my life will be a series of accumulating aggravations, and that is certainly nothing I'm looking forward to. Posted at 12:12 AM
Ahh!! There's an angry monkey in my closet! Posted at 1:06 AM
Hail Hitler ... errr ... I mean Hail Bush. (that's what I'm supposed to say, right?) As most of you know, today is the inauguration for Fuehrer Bush's second term. He managed to cheat, lie, and steal his way into it, despite the contrary desires of every intelligent person on the planet, and today we're supposed to sit back and cheer for this villain that is trying to destroy the world and the people who populate it. Well sorry, but I'll only be cheering if there's a successful assassin out there (although please consider Bush and Cheney if you will, since Cheney is no better than the Fuehrer himself). This column from the New York Times shows that I'm not alone in these feelings and that makes me happy in itself. At least there is hope for the world in that there are intelligent people who know how wrong this presidency is.
Posted at 1:22 AM
How can you tell who's sane and who's insane? Posted at 10:16 PM
Yesterday my grandma had surgery in her right hand/wrist for carpal tunnel syndrome (she needs ito have the same surgery in her left hand/wrist as well, but they only do one limb at a time). The operation itself took only about fifteen minutes, and for the most part it was as simple and easy as could be. All of the things that the doctor had said we could expect (almost none of which my grandma would believe) have been true, specifically the fact that: a) the surgery would be very quick, b) there would only be a locals anesthetic, c) she would only have a heavy bandage on her arm and that she would have full mobility of her fingers, d) that she would have little to no pain, and e) that she would be able to use her hand just like normal, even the same day of the operation. I've been very pleased to see it all play out that way, but my grandma is shocked - she was sure that she would be a complete invalid (and I think she's a bit disappointed that she's not). In any case, yesterday went swimmingly, and while I've been babying my grandma a bit, it's quite clear that she can still function very well on her own. This morning was not as perfect as yesterday, even though there wasn't a huge problem. The doctor has wanted her to keep her right wrist elevated for the first 48 hours after surgery to keep down swelling, and I've had to constantly remind her to do that (or I've had to explain countless times that her wrist needs to be higher than her elbow). We set up a folded down pillow under her wrist for while she slept, hoping that that would keep her hand elevated, and it worked during the first part of the night, until she got up around 2:30 AM to use the bathroom, but some time after that her hand shifted off of the pillow and hung off the side of the bed while she slept. Not too surprisingly her hand was swollen up like a balloon when she awoke, and she was quite upset about it. The swelling went down in an hour, and didn't cause any problems, but it surely didn't help the healing process any (and it scared her quite a bit, although that may be a good thing since she's a bit more conscious about keeping her hand elevated now). She's able to eat with her right hand, lift a coffee cup to drink, and all sorts of things. In fact the biggest limitation for her isn't pain or stiffness, it's the restrictions caused by the bandage. She'll be in this bandage for a week, then another, lighter bandage for another week, and probably a very light bandage for the week after that, but then she's done ... at least with that hand. About the time she's out of bandages on the right wrist, she'll be going for the operation on her left hand, and the whole process will start over from the beginning. On the plus side, though, the next operation should be much easier since she's right handed and that hand will be 'new and improved.' Posted at 1:42 AM
This song - written by Queen to honor Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and his works, his visions - is now my tribute to the great man who we honor with a national holiday today.
Posted at 9:54 PM
Don't ask me why I didn't go to sleep until about 5 AM last night; I really couldn't tell you. I just wasn't tired, and I kept surfing the net and watching bad tv. Damn, was it ever bad tv - the worst stuff imaginable. I have attained a new level of pity for insomniacs. I got up relatively early this morning without getting a lot of sleep, but I had a lot of reading to do for both of my history classes. Plus, Mother Nature decided to give me more snow to shovel, and my grandma gave me a bunch of little things to do around the house as well, so I had all sorts of stuff keeping me crazy busy but I ended up not feeling like I got all that much done. But I am getting on top of some of my classwork for next week, and depending on how much I get done tomorrow, I should be pretty well on top of things. Tomorrow looks to be a busy day, though, so we'll just have to see. Posted at 11:55 PM
This translation of Aristotle's concepts on rhetoric has been horrible, possibly the worst of any translations I have read. It took me hours to read and figure out what in the hell was there amid the mess that the translators had laid out. Fortunately there were different translators for the essay by Cicero about rhetoric. There was, really, no comparison between the two pieces, the translation was so poorly done for the Aristotle sections and the Cicero translation was very elegantly done. Thankfully that's all finished and I won't be reading any more from Aristotle this semester (not that I'd mind, so long as it was translated by someone else ... someone competent). I should also mention that the translation of The Epic of Gilgamesh that I'm reading is rather flaky, too. In a scholarly sense it is very accurate and interesting, but as a literary work it stinks. Rather than try to make the story flow by filling in missing pieces of the text with educated supposition, as many translators have done over the years regarding Gilgamesh, this translator has simply left those segments as empty brackets [ ] or brackets around ellipses [ ... ], both of which leave you having to try to stop and figure what it might mean. When you have as many of those empty brackets as you do words in a given paragraph of text, it makes figuring things out a struggle (if not impossible). Like I said, it's accurate in a scholarly way, but since we're looking at this in a literature class in the context of classic literature, I think it is a disappointing choice, particularly considering many of my classmates are completely unfamiliar with the Gilgamesh story and are completely confused because of this text. And it's not like I think I even expect too much from translators ... Posted at 1:32 AM
Sometimes things just exceed your expectations. Cases in point (three of them): It wouldn't have seemed possible that Fuehrer Bush could seem more flaky and insipid to me than he has proven to be over the past 4+ years, but he's full of surprises:
And if that's not weird enough, truth is clearly stranger than fiction:
Most exceptionally today, though, I was most pleasantly surprised to have my expectations exceeded by the new Battlestar Galactica series on SciFi Channel. I remember watching the original Battlestar Galactica series as a kid, and it was amazing (at the time) for the special effects and the concept. It rapidly began to go to extremes and get stupid, particularly with the revival as Galactica 1980, but the series always had a warm place in my heart. I wasn't alone, either, because fans of the series have held on for years, wishing for more, supporting novels and toys years after the series had long since been off the air. SciFi Channel made a movie last year (a miniseries actually) to remake the whole concept in a more interesting way, and while they did incredible things with special effects and did a wonderful job of getting rid of the things that had made the original series seem hokey ay times, they also rewrote the whole idea quite a bit and seemed to lose something. Don't get me wrong, it was really cool and well done, but it missed that "magic" that there was to the original show. So when SciFi announced that they'd be making a full series of the show, I had mixed reactions. I was sure that it would be interesting, but I wasn't sure it could last based on what they'd had in the movie. Well tonight I was most pleasantly surprised to find something beyond my wildest dreams. The special effects were even more spectacular than what had been seen in the movie, the storyline expanded to be more full and detailed than what had been seen in the movie, and most importantly, this new series seems to have incorporated a lot of things that had been missing from the movie that were part of the "magic" of the original show. It was just little details like the Cylons being chrome-plated robots rather than just human look-alikes or the clear indication that the main characters were goofy or fallible in realistic ways or even just the intrigue of the day-to-day challenges the fleet of stellar refugees faced as they were chased by the ruthless Cylons (as opposed to the thrust of the movie, which was just the overarching tragedy of the destruction of the homeworlds by the Cylons that forced the last remnants of humanity to flee in whatever ships they could). The bottom line is that this series has far more potential than I ever would have credited it with before. It, along with Stargate: SG-1 and Stargate: Atlantis, all in the Friday night lineup, should make Fridays a great night for sitting back and letting my imagination run wild. Posted at 12:12 AM
Amazing how tired I can feel with 6 hours of sleep and inconsistent meals, isn't it? Zzzzzzzz ..... Posted at 2:43 AM
Meh. Well, I got a fair amount of sleep last night, even though I woke up a few times and couldn't go back to sleep for an hour or so. Around taking care of my grandma, today has just been a day of reading things for my various classes on Thursday. It would have been nice to get a jump on the next phase, readings for next week (or even the assignments for my distance learning class), but there just wasn't enough time in the day, so those will have to wait. I still feel tired, and getting up at 5 AM tomorrow surely won't help, but at least I'm up to speed on what has to be done. We'll have to look at that as some level of success. Oh, and while I haven't really sunk into what I'd call depression - I threw that off while I slept, I guess - I don't feel great either. It could just be the tiredness talking, but I feel emotionally numb right now, and depression seems a heartbeat away. Hopefully I'll shrug that off with tonight's sleep. We'll see. Posted at 9:21 PM
It has been a very eventful day, full of good, full of bad, and full of surprises. It started at 5:30 AM so that I could get myself together and get to Bowling Green in time for my first class. Considering I barely made it in time with relatively clear roads (it was snowing but not heavily), and considering there wasn't a single parking space available when I got there at 8:55, I think - much as it pains me to admit it - that I will have to get up even earlier to get going and have enough time to make it to my 9:30 class. That 9:30 class is Advanced Technical Writing, the course I've feared the most this semester. I took this class last Spring semester and had to drop it because the expectations were outrageous, having more projects due for that one class than I had put together in every other Tech. Writing class combined (actually, even more than those combined numbers of projects). It was outrageous, and I simply couldn't juggle it with everything else. Today's most pleasant surprise was that the new professor teaching this course is approaching it completely differently, studying the theory of technical writing rather than the application, and while we will have to do an in-depth proposal, that will be the only project, and everything else will be based on tests and exams. This news was quite welcomed and very encouraging. Following this class, I dashed to the Student Union for a quick bite to eat. I got out of my class early, leaving me time to go, but normally I'm not going to have so much time, and I'm not sure how I can swing finding time to eat until my last lecture is over at 2:15. Today, however, I had time to eat and time to go to the computer lab to print out some materials from the Electronic Reserves that I need to read for that Tech Writing class (and surprisingly, those documents are Aristotle's theories of rhetoric). The next pleasant surprise for the day was seeing upgraded Macs in the lab, 17" iMacs, not the newest version but the version previous to that. They have 1.25 GHz processors and are fully loaded, and finally, with their induction, Tach Services at the university has switched over to the most up-to-date version of OS X (we had been stuck with OS 9 (and not even the most recent version) while the labs had older machines). So I was pretty thrilled to have a pretty, responsive, and modern machine to work with. It's been a long time coming. When I got to my next class I was surprised to find only one person I knew. After all, this was World Literature: Ancient to 1700, an English class, and I know all sorts of English majors. The class isn't exclusively for English majors, but to find only one person I knew, and not even someone I knew well enough to talk to, was surprising. Have that many people graduated and left that I'm the last in a new group of people? Audrey Becker, the prof for the class, seems interesting and fun. I've never had her before, and her reading list seems quite good. This class will be almost a review for me in a lot of ways since the materials are largely things I've already read (The Odyssey, various Greek plays, Beowulf, The Epic of Gilgamesh, and so forth). She has chosen a number of things that are new to me, though, so it should be interesting. I had been hoping that this would be my easiest class, based on having read so much before, but I'll be busy with papers and exams. It won't be bad by any stretch of the imagination, but it will still take a good bit of time. Although I had a little time to go back to the labs to do a bit more work, I normally will be heading straight from that class to my Vietnam War class with Dr. Gary Hess. Dr. Hess is not what I expected, but he has come so highly recommended by so many people I've been friends with on campus that I've been sure I would enjoy his class. I expect that what he has planned will take a lot of time for papers and exams, as well as lengthy reading, but the class isn't going to be any harder than I expected. And it should be enjoyable, too. Those three classes are the only "active" lectures I'll have. I do have the distance learning class about World War II, and I'll have mp3 lectures to listen to while I watch Powerpoint presentations, but I'll be doing that here in the house without any need to be on campus. I have yet to meet with Theresa, my thesis advisor for my Creative Writing Senior Thesis, but I'll be doling that on Thursday and getting everything laid out. I'll be incredibly busy this semester, but it should all be doable. That's a relief. I had worried quite a bit that I'd be burdened with too heavy of a workload. After class I ran around campus to get a variety of errands done, and then I visited Phil, my favorite prof, in his office and had a great chat with him. He shared a big secret that I'm not able to reveal yet, but it was exciting news. I also met with Karen Craigo, the advisor for Prairie Margins, because I have an idea that I could do my proposal for my Advanced Tech Writing class with Prairie Margins as the focus. She and I both like the prospects, so now I just have to sell the professor of my class on the idea (as well as a fellow student, since we'll be teamed into pairs within the class). I came up empty finding a few professors I wanted/needed to speak with after that, but I felt like I'd done pretty well all things considered. Now it may seem that everything went swimmingly today, and it largely did, but I had moments (too many moments) of seeing hot guys that just made me feel lonely and sad, and there wasn't much I could do about that. I also met with one of my academic advisors and found out that there might be a problem with me graduating because two of my literature classes might not be accepted. I took them as elective classes in the 300 level, and nobody told me they weren't applicable for a degree (and why, I ask, would they even offer classes that don't qualify as an elective - I mean, it's an elective class, not a required thing?). So we'll see. I'm told by my advisor that she'll smooth things out and make sure that they're accepted as fulfilling things so that I can graduate, but now I'm worried that I'll find out at the last minute that I'm going to get screwed over. I guess we'll just see. I also found that my blood sugar levels were screwed up massively by the lack of sleep and lack of food for such an early day, and I was really out of whack by the time I was ready to leave campus at 3:30 PM. I had more errands to run in the city of Bowling Green itself, so I did those, but then I grabbed a couple of sandwiches at Arby's to eat on the drive back to Sandusky since I was still so weak, even after my stop for a "lunch" around 11 AM when I went to the Union. The food ended up making me feel better, but it also made me drowsy, and I fought to stay awake all the way back to Sandusky as I drove. One of my biggest challenges will be figuring out this sleep and food deal or I'll have a seriously difficult semester. I remained depressed on the drive back, probably partly due to being weak due to the lack of sleep and low blood sugar, but I'd seen cute guys on the streets while driving out of town, too, and everything combined together just made me too weak to hold my emotions together. I had a couple of errands to run in Sandusky when I got back, too, and by the time I had finished everything and gotten back to the house, it was 6 PM, and I was exhausted. I spoke to my grandma for a while and went over some questions she had about bills, tax items, and other mail stuff, and eventually I made my way upstairs to relax. After lying back and watching tv and surfing the net for an hour or so, I felt a bit better. I got a lot of stuff sorted out for classes and got my list of readings and assignments all organized, and I even got some reading done of some online stories that I follow. I'm still exhausted, though, and I've been fading in and out for a while, even falling asleep for a few hours before waking up again just now. And I'm tired enough to easily fall back asleep again with ease. And that sounds like a good way to go, honestly, so that's the plan. Posted at 4:48 AM
Well, my sister flew back with my grandma yesterday, and while my grandma will be staying, my sister will be flying back tomorrow, leaving for Cleveland International Airport before I even get back from my first day of classes. It's hardly long enough to even call a visit, but I have had some nice conversations and gotten caught up on what's going on with my sister and her husband and kids. I feel out of the loop on those things most of the time, so it's handy to get caught up. My grandma's been sharing stories of her trip, too, and I'm sure that will keep happening for the next week or so. She's happy to be home, though, regardless of how good of a time she had at my sister's, and she seems quite happy and healthy. I've already started working on one of my classes, a distance learning class in history regarding World War II, and as all of that is conducted through an internet portal, I've at least been able to go through the materials and see what's required, and I'm finding it interesting and achievable. Hopefully tomorrow's classes will feel similarly bearable. We'll see. That would certainly be a big plus. Posted at 10:54 PM
Have you ever wondered why the name 'Dick' became a common alternative for the word 'penis'? Me neither. Posted at 10:48 PM
I am now officially sick of shoveling snow. Winter can now end. Thank you. Posted at 12:13 AM
Well, 15 hours, 210 miles, and $500 later, I'm winding up my day. I've ranged through Sandusky, out to Bowling Green and around, up to Toledo and throughout, and then back to Sandusky once again. I've been quite busy, buying all of my textbooks (for $310, even though I bought everything used and didn't have to buy three of the books because I had different versions already (which should work)), submitting my transcripts requests (at the University of Toledo and Bowling Green State University, the two universities I've attended), applying for graduation, getting a haircut, washing the car, taking out the recycling, buying groceries, having dinner and a great chat with Steve at Olive Garden, and checking out the new construction on the Glass Pavilion at the Toledo Museum of Art as well as the continued construction on the Franklin Park Mall expansion and the I-280 suspension bridge project. I fit in a bunch of other, small errands, too. I've been a busy boy. As pleased as I've been to get so much done and out of the way, I've had mixed feelings today after seeing Andrew while I was on campus. Andrew is the guy from last semester's film class that I think is attractive and interesting, and I'm quite sure that he wants absolutely nothing to do with me, but that doesn't stop me from still wishing I could get to know him every time I see him (and strangely I keep seeing him on a very regular basis). I'm attracted to him, and seeing him makes me happy, but I feel sad, too, in that nothing is happening, and I don't think it ever will. That's okay, I guess, but it'd be a lot easier if I didn't have to keep running into him all the time. But hey, at least I got a lot done and racked up a huge credit card bill. Compared to that, who'd want to get close to some guy they're attracted to? ... me ... Posted at 1:42 AM
Compiling all of the shit that's necessary for even a single grad school application is ridiculously time-consuming and frustrating, but multiply it by twelve (to cover all of the schools I'm applying to so that I can have a better chance of getting in somewhere) and the result is pure insanity. I think I've developed carpal tunnel syndrome in my right arm/hand due to the straight hours of meticulously writing out forms in duplicate, triplicate (and even in quadruplicate in one case), and my mind is turning to mush as I try to come up with essay after essay to fulfill these bullshit requirements. I've been told that MFA Creative Writing programs generally look at your writing sample first (the short story) and if they don't care for the story they won't even look at anything else. That means that all of this other bullshit that I'm filling out and writing up might never even get read. It's all so much bullshit. Posted at 10:02 PM
Teenage boys the world over are rejoicing (at least the straight ones).
Posted at 11:10 PM
I have for a long time had a strong interest in the improvement and revival of railroads in America as a way to promote mass transit and cut back on the needs for so much dependence upon cars (and even on planes). Considering the railway systems in place in Japan and throughout all of Europe I think it's easy to see that modern railways have a lot to offer: tremendous speed, comfort, affordability, and accessibility combined with the lowered need/desire for regular use of a car and also with the added bonus of lessened environmental impact. America, however, has missed out on all of this. Surely America set the tone for railroads in the early days, laying miles and miles of track in very short times and connecting vast distances, leading to better travel and commerce. Even once commercial airlines were available and most people had their own cars, railroads still, in the early part of the 20th century, were a very preferable form of travel. In fact, the various railroad companies competed madly to have the fastest, most comfortable services available. But then things changed, the government took over commercial lines through regulation and railroad, without the competitive edge making it upgrade, rapidly declined as a standard form of transportation. As the decline continued, the comfort level was reduced and the accessibility factor went down as well as numerous stops were struck from the schedules. While Europe was designing and building high-speed mag-lev trains that sped along at 200 mph or faster, America was doing nothing. While Europe was laying new tracks to connect virtually everything, America was cutting back. It's no wonder that so few Americans look to the railroads as a means of travel anymore - they just aren't a very attractive package. American railroads could be so much more, though. The technology already used in Europe and Japan, if employed in America, could lead to cross-continental rail lines that could travel just as fast as airline flights, be much more comfortable (and safe), and cost less. And once the major lines were created, spanning major distances (New York to Seattle, Atlanta to San Diego, Los Angeles to Washington, D.C., Chicago to Miami ... whatever) once major routes were done, then smaller lines could be built to connect to the lines or at least connect into major hubs. Honestly, the benefits to having a modernized railroad system in the U.S. would be multifold, and I think that most people would choose the comfort, cost savings, and convenience of rail lines over planes, cars, or buses. The problem is just getting thee ball rolling. In all fairness, the U.S. government has shied away from doing anything to upgrade the railways in America because it is a very expensive prospect. It would require entirely new railways on entirely new land with entirely new trains and entirely new stations, all paid for and operated by the U.S. government. Considering that returns from Amtrack continue to diminish, it would seem like a troubling pursuit, a project that would cost billions upon billions without any sure sign that any of that money would ever be recouped. Personally, I still think that it would be worth it and that "if you build it, they will come." But just because I believe that doesn't mean that I don't understand why Congress avoids any sort of reform at all. It's just too risky politically considering how much it would cost, how long it would take to build, and how much land would have to be acquired. This observation by Washington Post guest columnist James Coston is the most intelligent proposal I have yet seen, and I think it makes great sense. I doubt that in this time of massive deficits and domestic budget cuts that Congress will even begin to think about this idea any more than they have of any other idea concerning the railroads, but hopefully in time Congress will come back to this suggestion and give it due consideration. There is much to be gained from having high-speed rail lines in America, and this plan is the best start I can imagine. Here is Coston's article:
Posted at 12:33 AM
What a terrible shame that Futurama was cancelled. So sad. Posted at 11:42 PM
It's been a week since tsunamis from the Indian Ocean ravaged the southern coast of literally all of Asia, taking countless lives and utterly destroying all shelter and basic sources of sustenance from the reshaped shorelines to points far inland. I have been avoiding commenting about the whole tragedy, waiting to have something insightful or supportive to say, but even after a week I still am left speechless, unable to even begin to express how saddened I am by all that has happened. To realize that in some cases perhaps only two people survived from an entire thriving community, no vestige of which exists any longer, is unfathomable. Not only must the people deal with the loss of friends, family, and neighbors, but they have lost their homes, their places of employment, and any manner of community or community centers. In many cases even the land where their cities once stood has been washed away. The psychological trauma of losing literally everything that you knew ... it is staggering to attempt to comprehend such loss. I have been angered at the U.S. press which has preyed upon this tragedy as a photo opportunity for the media to rush to see who can give the most tragic pictures, and I have been disgusted by the overwhelming numbers of pundits, columnists, and reporters who have been pushing stories about worries of whether the U.S. has decent-enough early-warning systems for tsunamis for the west coast and the east coast, as though worrying about America (where tsunamis rarely hit and have historically taken very few lives ever) - like that is somehow more important than focusing upon the needs of the victims in Asia for support and care that is needed with great immediacy. The unflinching selfishness of the U.S. media, which suggests a vast selfishness in the American people, disgusts me, and I hope that these self-concerned articles in the media are not indicative of the concerns of American people. I would like to think that Americans care deeply and are trying to help in whatever ways they can. I would like to think that Americans would be filled with compassion for their fellow man and anxious to extend a helping hand. I worry about those who have survived in Asia, and I hope that they receive the help they need, right now in the form of basic shelter, food, and medical needs, but just as importantly in the long-term needs of rebuilding their communities and, most importantly, offering counseling for these people in what will surely be resultant life-altering emotional traumas. I can't imagine how it would be possible to bear the burdens of so much loss and start all over again, but that is what these people are being asked to do. I wish them the best at rebuilding their lives, but mostly I wish them peace. I don't know if they can ever find peace after such tragic circumstances as this, but I wish them the most peace that they can achieve. Posted at 12:02 AM
I spent about five hours sorting and organizing my grandma's stacks of bills and records to make them understandable and usable (both in preparation for filing income taxes and just so that I can make sense of them, since my grandma is losing her ability to sort through them with any ability lately). I had wanted to do this last summer, but even with as many drawers and files as I sorted and made sense of, I never got to the actually working files. Granted, I had set up a few new routines for her and arranged some of the files, but not in the complete way I had needed to. And with the new year rolling in, I had to get the files organized so that we'll start filing all of 2005's records in a sortable manner. I was able to clean off the dining room table (which is generally a mess of opened mail, bills to be paid, statements to be filed, newspaper clippings, recipes, stamps, scrap paper with notes, millions of little ripped corners of pages with addresses, magazines she has received but will never read, and ... well just about any other paper document known to man. Some day I expect to find a copy of the Magna Carta in there. Anyhow, I cleared of the dining room take and then cleared off the dining room chairs, and then the stacks under the chairs in the corner, and the stacks on top of the file boxes, and even organized the mixed up mess in the file boxes themselves. There's no telling how long any of this will last (I usually clear off the dining room table each time she leaves, and she fills it back up within two weeks of having returned. It's a start, though. With all of that done, I can now focus completely on grad school apps. I'll admit, though, that sorting through all of those files was enough for one day, in my mind, so I picked up Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix this evening and have been reading through at a very enjoyable pace. It's a great book, a good deviation from all of the expected aspects of the Harry Potter world, and it's honestly thrilling just to be reading book for fun and not be expected to finish it in a really short amount of time and then write a ten-page essay on it. Yep. Good stuff. I'll be working on grad school app stuff for the next few days - most of the week, in fact, I expect - but I'll be planning to wind down in the evenings with this book. It makes me look forward to this last week of winter break just because of how much I'm enjoying this story. I'll probably comment more about the book once I've finished, but so far it's excellent. Posted at 10:42 PM
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