Apology

I apologize for my recent lack of posts. I promise I'll write something interesting tomorrow... Or I guess today if you wanna be a time-nazi about it. I promise you.

Emancipation from Tradition

"Tradition" annoys me greatly. I am currently enrolled in a geography class, and the teacher majored in native peoples studies (or something similar), and she goes to Barrow, AK and works with the native people there. Every time she talks about this, I don't see this as a necessarily good thing; she merely helps perpetuate what I like to call a "cult of culture." It saddens me to hear about places like this, where the "actual" natives of a location insist on sticking to their traditions merely as a show of cultural solidarity. I feel especially bad for the children, as they are forced to grow up in an environment almost completely isolated from the world at large, and forced to remain in the same ancestral home and follow these arbitrary, archaic traditions.

Duck and Cover: A Perspective From Another Century

Note: This was written for my English class.  We were instructed to watch the famous short film "Duck and Cover" and give our reaction.  This is that reaction.


Ah, the 1950’s in America; a veritable wonderland of repressed sexuality, not-so-repressed racism, and really unrepressed hatred of communism. A man had a better chance of claiming he were a serial killer and being accepted at a dinner party than pledging support for what could vaguely construed as support for “social-type government policies”. Seeing as I was not alive during this period of time, the reader might wonder where this schema of the fifties came from. My answer would be the 1999 film “Blast from the Past” starring Christopher Walken, Brendan Fraser, and Alicia Silverstone. I have gauged this source to be “reliable”. I also may have taken a few US History courses as well.

First Day of Second Semester

I attended three out of my six classes today (that's total, I didn't skip three or anything) for the upcoming semester.  Looks like I'll be slightly busier than last semester, but it's alright, because so far every class is shaping up to be interesting.  I've got two philosophy classes, one of which is being taught by an ex-hippie who was wearing a tie-dye shirt and jeans who apparently only started teaching because he wanted to play basketball in the faculty gym.  I also have an english exposition class, which is where I can write and get graded.  So it's like a blog, only with standards and "consequences".  I might post things I write in there on the blog if I so wish.  By that I mean if it's interesting enough, I'll post it.  Fear not.

I actually didn't have that much to say, I just felt guilty for not having updated this within the past week (I think?).  So that's about it.  If I'm REALLY bored I'll post about my classes tomorrow, but there's only two of them.  Buenos noches, amigos.

The Facebook Experiment

I've decided to take a short break from Facebook.  I don't know exactly how long my hiatus will last (probably not too long), but I'm giving it a try.  I spent too much time on that website.  However, since Facebook is basically ubiquitous, I do feel like I'm cutting myself off somewhat.  It's depressing to be that connected to people, yet so distant from them at the same time.  I realize now that this will be horrible for publicity for my blog as well.  But, I write as much for myself as I do for others, so that isn't particularly bothersome.

Also funny, I realized this blog's login is based on an email that doesn't exist.  Whoops.

EDIT: Goddammit, Facebook.  In practice, "deactivating" an account is the same as logging off.  It seems this is a call for personal responsibility and restraint.  In a way, I'm thankful for this Facebook.  Making people show their own initiative isn't too common presently.  In other news, I think I might be insane.  I keep addressing Facebook like it's a person.  That should probably stop.

Introspection

I would classify myself as a man of ideas.  I speak more with myself in my head than with my mouth to other people (not in a schizophrenic way, hopefully).  I can entertain myself for hours in my head.  Of course, the presence of others is enjoyable for me, as much fun is to be had with friends.  However, I am able to interest myself just by reading and thinking, a talent which fewer and fewer people seem to have.

I am a man of ideas to an extreme; taking action is not my strong point.  I am decisive when it comes to small things, like where to eat, what to do next, what to wear every day, etc.  I am the complete inverse when it comes to things of consequence, especially women.  I am indecisive to a fault.  I regret this many times.  My indecisiveness is not limited to females, however, as I find myself even with friends and