11/29/2007
tormented soul
Now, in his photo, the guy looks pretty well-adjusted. But I can't help thinking that with a little embellishment, this guy sounds like a great protagonist for a short story or something. Methodically driving around a relatively small town on the same route everyday, eternally tormented by catchy little diddies that run through his head incessantly. He can write them down and sell them and try to move on from them, but there's always a new jingle playing in his mind... "I gotta get to the autopark! The O'Brien Autopark" (People in C-U might know which jingle I'm referring to.) And he's good at it, so there's always some local company willing to pay him for a new one. And he hears his work on the radio as he's driving around, but even when he's not driving, he's constantly hearing radio jingles. He tries listening to other music, but once it's done playing, he remembers it cheesier. Like the KidzBop versions of already overly-catchy pop songs.
11/26/2007
a short found poem from a few minutes of AIM converstaion/a display of questionable blog ethics
H (10:26:37 PM): it should be a fun weekend.
I need to get something to wear to the christmas party though.
I had a christmas sweater, but dumb me forgot it at home.
C (10:38:32 PM): once and awhile I can hear their nails
scratching against a hard surface in the walls
E (10:47:18 PM): yea, and I always have my mom,
which I know is lame,
but she can be cool
...sometimes
E (10:47:30 PM): and those cats cant live forever
A (10:47:12 PM): I felt really comfortable at home
until my mom started making passive aggressive comments about me
without ever making eye-contact with me
E (10:51:27 PM): if I get an amazing job,
the rest will fall into place
E (10:51:35 PM): I am looking at internships in NYC
11/25/2007
11/24/2007
famous friends
I have something much less maddening to post on later...
Guest Columnist EdNews.org
Back to school nowadays means back to classrooms, lessons and textbooks permeated by multiculturalism and its championing of "diversity." Many parents and teachers regard multiculturalism as an indispensable educational supplement, a salutary influence that "enriches" the curriculum. But is it?
With the world's continents bridged by the Internet and global commerce, multiculturalism claims to offer a real value: a cosmopolitan, rather than provincial, understanding of the world beyond the student's immediate surroundings. But it is a peculiar kind of "broadening." Multiculturalists would rather have students admire the primitive patterns of Navajo blankets, say, than learn why Islam's medieval golden age of scientific progress was replaced by fervent piety and centuries of stagnation.
Leaf through a school textbook and you'll find that there is a definite pattern behind multiculturalism's reshaping of the curriculum. What multiculturalists seek is not the goal they advertise, but something else entirely. Consider, for instance, the teaching of history.
One text acclaims the inhabitants of West Africa in pre-Columbian times for having prosperous economies and for establishing a university in Timbuktu; but it ignores their brutal trade in slaves and the proliferation of far more consequential institutions of learning in Paris, Oxford and elsewhere in Europe. Some books routinely lionize the architecture of the Aztecs, but purposely overlook or underplay the fact that they practiced human sacrifices. A few textbooks seek to portray Islam as peaceful in part by presenting the concept of "jihad" ("sacred war") to mean an internal struggle to surmount temptation and evil, while playing down Islam's actual wars of religious conquest.
What these textbooks reveal is a concerted effort to portray the most backward, impoverished and murderous cultures as advanced, prosperous and life-enhancing. Multiculturalism's goal is not to teach about other cultures, but to promote--by means of distortions and half-truths--the notion that non-Western cultures are as good as, if not better than, Western culture. Far from "broadening" the curriculum, what multiculturalism seeks is to diminish the value of Western culture in the minds of students. But, given all the facts, the objective superiority of Western culture is apparent, so multiculturalists must artificially elevate other cultures and depreciate the West.
If students were to learn the truth of the hardscrabble life of primitive farming in, say, India, they would recognize that subsistence living is far inferior to life on any mechanized farm in Kansas, which demands so little manpower, yet yields so much. An informed, rational student would not swallow the "politically correct" conclusions he is fed by multiculturalism. If he were given the actual facts, he could recognize that where men are politically free, as in the West, they can prosper economically; that science and technology are superior to superstition; that man's life is far longer, happier and safer in the West today than in any other culture in history.
The ideals, achievements and history of Western culture in general--and of America in particular--are therefore purposely given short-shrift by multiculturalism. That the Industrial Revolution and the Information Age were born and flourished in Western nations; that the preponderance of Nobel prizes in science have been awarded to people in the West--such facts, if they are noted, are passed over with little elaboration.
The "history" that students do learn is rewritten to fit multiculturalism's agenda. Consider the birth of the United States. Some texts would have children believe the baseless claim that America's Founders modeled the Constitution on a confederation of Indian tribes. This is part of a wider drive to portray the United States as a product of the "convergence" of three traditions--native Indian, African and European. But the American republic, with an elected government limited by individual rights, was born not of stone-age peoples, but primarily of the European Enlightenment. It is a product of the ideas of thinkers like John Locke, a British philosopher, and his intellectual heirs in colonial America, such as Thomas Jefferson.
It is a gross misconception to view multiculturalism as an effort to enrich education. By reshaping the curriculum, the purveyors of "diversity" in the classroom calculatedly seek to prevent students from grasping the objective value to human life of Western culture--a culture whose magnificent achievements have brought man from mud huts to moon landings.
Multiculturalism is no boon to education, but an agent of anti-Western ideology.
Elan Journo is a junior fellow at the Ayn Rand Institute (www.aynrand.org) in Irvine, Calif. The Institute promotes Objectivism, the philosophy of Ayn Rand--author of "Atlas Shrugged" and "The Fountainhead." Contact the writer at media@aynrand.org.
11/20/2007
11/16/2007
sweet websites, man
I find ratemyprofessor.com a little disturbing. It just invites all kinds of mean-spiritedness. I've never actually consulted it before registering for classes, but when I heard about it, I perused it to check out some of the ratings of profs I've had. Actually, most of them got great ratings and positive comments. Most, but not all. I'm all for constructive criticism, but there's something decidedly not-constructive about a forum wherein those being critiqued have no space for feedback or defense. There's no dialogue, just one-sided attack, which might be okay in other venues like movie reviews, concert reviews, etc., but to me, that's just not what education should be about.
"Way too difficult for a #00 level class, for the tests you have to memorize over 150 terms and only 15 are actualy on there. the lectures are really difficult to take notes on and he focuses on history rather than the texts themselves, they aren't letting him teach ### anymore, thank god, but now [another prof] is and shes a giant snob"This kind of thing just makes me sad. I didn't find any "this prof is so hot"-type comments, which would have been even more depressing, but I know they're there because there's also Professors Strike Back on which many (mostly female) profs say thanks-but-no-thanks to their moron "complimenters." Ugh. Profs Strike Back is hosted by MTV and is just about as unproductive as its student counterpart. (But admittedly, a little funnier.)
"STOP TEACHING NOW PLEASE"
"My third class with [prof's name], I used to dislike her but now I get her.She NEVER hands anything back and you won't get a grade till you're final one, but if you participate alot and keep up on the reading you should be okay in the end or maybe not as the class smarties got B's.Shes really loopy and we have a theory that she comes to class ****"
Finally, this to-do list blog is pretty sweet.
11/15/2007
11/14/2007
resonance
Maybe it's just because it's a song about something that happens to lots of people and so there's a sort of generally-accepted way of feeling or reacting when that happens and this particular artist happened to articulate well that cliche reaction.
(I'm not comfortable revealing the song or the artist because I feel like it's too personal. It's as if you knowing what song it was would allow you to know exactly how I secretly feel. Isn't that weird?)
This is not an original experience I'm having, this recognizing myself in someone else's art. James Baldwin wrote, "It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive or who had ever been alive."
Most commonly, at least most commonly noticed by me, this phenomenon gets manifested in people's away messages on AIM, or "Favorite "Quote" sections in Facebook. Things can get pretty emo in those two contexts. I'm not talking about people quoting universal-truthism kinds of things, but more like this-is-how-I-feel-right-now type things.
I'm listening to the song in question again right now, and I have to say, it's pretty intense. How interesting...
11/12/2007
maps as storytellers
I especially enjoy the first act, in which Ira talks with Denis Wood, author of The Power of Maps. Wood tells Ira about the maps he's made of his neighborhood, Boylan Heights in Raleigh, North Carolina, that attempt to spatially represent what it's like to live there. He's describing one of his maps when Ira observes, "That makes a neighborhood sound like a living organism," and he replies, "It is a living organism!" Couldn't agree more.
He maps the traffic signs, the pumpkins on porches, the addresses of all those people mentioned in the neighborhood's newsletter, the pools of light cast by the street lights in the neighborhood. His thing is "selecting subjects for cartographic display that are other than those that are typically picked." He's trying to write a novel with maps, he says, "Why not?"
Some of Wood's maps are here.
11/11/2007
told me to tell you
One of her neighbor's bought three chocolate bars from me; that is, six dollars into my manilla envelope, and not hers. And she was pissed. An argument over who had the right to sell candy to that particular neighbor ensued, escalated, and culminated in my hair getting pulled. (I'm going somewhere with this, by the way.) This is the way that I remember the incident, although I'm sure she recalls it differently.
Anyway, I ended up running home crying, and darting down to my parents' office in the basement to relate my tale of woe to my mom. I can't remember her advice, but it must have been sufficient for helping me to move on; because, I was making my way back upstairs to my room when I passed the back door and happened to engage in what was to be one of the most poignant scenes of my life. My friend stood there, her cheeks stained with tears. "MY MOM SAID TO TELL YOU I'M SORRY!" she said, in a kind of heavy-metal sing-song. "FINE!" I responded. And it actually did end up being fine, much to both of our relief.
Yesterday I had the honor of attending an awards banquet put on by the College of Education for the purpose of recognizing outstanding scholars and giving them a chance to thank their scholarship sponsors. I was seated at a table with my parents and two of my brothers, a classmate, her father, and the grandson of the sponsor of a scholarship I was given.
Throughout brunch, my sponsor's grandson told me about his grandmother and her commitment to education. She sounds like a really interesting and admirable woman, and so when it was time for me to accept my scholarship and say a word of thanks, I was sincere in my gratitude for being awarded in her name.
After pictures with the Dean, I went back to my table and handed the folder with the certificate in it to my mom so that she could have a look. Amused, she handed it back to me, calling my attention to the flyer inside that reads in CAPS locked, bolded italics, "PLEASE MAKE SURE TO HAND WRITE YOUR NOTE TO YOUR DONOR" It goes on:
Give me a freaking break; this is hilarious. Recalling the World's Finest adventure, I've got this image of myself standing slouched at this woman's back door, apathetically mumbling, "The College of Ed told me to tell you I'm grateful."
SAMPLE:
Dear Dr./Mr. or Mrs. Donor:
1st paragraph
- tell why you are writing
- refer to scholarship by its name
2nd paragraph
- talk about where you are from, year of study & your major/focus
- you may want to reveal why you chose to attend UIUC
- point out your accomplishments, professional affiliations or oranizational involvement
3rd paragraph
- close by sharing your goals & future plans
- be sure to thank the donor for their generosity in providing this scholarship and tell the donor how their support has made a difference
Thank the donor again.
Sincerely,
Your name
11/07/2007
Normally, I'm not a Reuters fan,
'"Best mom' chosen as face of currency"
"Waking up to nosebleeds in super-dry autumn"
11/05/2007
University of Illinois has officially retired the Chief... NOT!
How incredibly disappointing. What I'd really like is a fast forward button to get this University, which does do some really cool things, I swear, past this embarrassing mess. I'm really sick of the "Paint the Stadium Chief" signs in many of the campus and local businesses. (The ones in the Illini apparel shops are what really get me. Capitalist pigs!) I'm sick of "Honor the Chief" t-shirts. I'm sick of Facebook groups like "We will never forget the Chief!"2007 Homecoming Parade Floats
Statement:
Earlier this year, the University retired the use of Chief Illiniwek and Native American imagery as symbols of the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and its intercollegiate athletics programs. The University then withdrew license from commercial manufacturers to create merchandise that used the Chief Illiniwek logo.
As administrators planned this year’s Homecoming parade, they created a policy that they interpreted was in keeping with the retirement directive. In reviewing that policy, Chancellor Richard Herman has determined that the interpretation was overly broad.
The University values free speech and free expression and considers Homecoming floats, decorations, costumes and related signage all representations of such personal expression.
Therefore, Chancellor Herman has directed the Homecoming Committee to strike the existing policy from the Homecoming float guidelines.
This directive applies to Regulation O: Parade entries may not display Chief Illiniwek logos or other native American imagery. The Homecoming parade has not been authorized to use the licensed image of the Chief. Examples include but are not limited to: T-shirts, official and unofficial Chief symbols, pomming of the Chief symbol on float, costumes & signs.
The University retired the Chief last year with good reason and thousands of my undergrad peers have mobilized to "save" the racist symbol. They'll tell you it's not about preserving racism, that it's about preserving everything the Chief symbolizes for them: loyalty, honor, tradition, blah, blah, blah. You know what I think all of this unfortunately misguided activism is about? Honoring that great drunken frenzy that many of my undergrad peers associate with athletic events. Honoring The Breakfast Club. Honoring flip cup. Things like that...
I'm not knocking the partying. Over the course of my three and a half years here, I myself have actually attend a few social gatherings at which alcohol was served. But come on! You're college students! You're educated (or getting there.) Get your heads out of your asses (or more accurately: get yourselves out of KAM'S), and try to understand why the removal of the Chief was called for.
While you're at it, try mobilizing for something more significant than your right to get drunk with your frat brothers.
11/04/2007
stressed as hell right now
Last year, she gave me this meditation, and I've been trying a lot lately to use it. She's the best.
Metta Bhavana
May I be safe from inner and outer harm and danger.
May I be safe and protected.
May I be free of mental suffering or distress.
May I be happy.
May I be free of physical pain and suffering.
May I be healthy and strong.
May I be able to live in this world happily, peacefully, joyfully, with ease.
(Repeat the above, replacing "I" with the following:)
May a person who invites the pure feeling of unconditional loving kindness, the love that does not depend on getting anything back
May a dear friend...
May someone for whom I feel neither strong like nor dislike...
(To the best of my ability, I wish that) someone with whom I have difficulty may...
May all awakened ones...
May all seekers...
May all in difficult places...
May all celestial beings...
May all humans...
May all animals...
May all beings...