Alright, Japan, I've given you long enough. Where the fuck are my androids? I want warbots, sexbots, game-show-hostbots and everything else.
And by the way, don't worry about having to fight them. Don't worry about them becoming our wired overlords. Have you ever known a computer that lasted long enough to take anything over? They crash within 15 fucking minutes. Even if they fix that, you can just dump water on them. Pussy robots.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
My NeoVox Article
So a little more than a month ago I was supposed to have finished an article for our student literary webpage, NeoVox. I wrote a draft about internet pornography that I planned on sending in. I didn't. I lost my flash drive for a while. I was a few days late and sent Dr. Reid an e-mail asking for an extension. I honestly planned on having it finished and sent to him by the end of Spring Break.
But that didn't happen. I just couldn't muster the energy to redo all my research. I had honestly forgotten my thesis. So I waited for a new idea. So far I've written four or five drafts for this article and I am so far late on it that I feel like a fugitive. I avoid his office. I avoid that entire section of the building in fact. I put up away messages when I'm there, for the simple fear that I may get the dreaded instant message: Where is your fucking NeoVox article?
But I am close. I wrote something last night about Charlene that I think I can twist into shape and make it worth handing in. And there's another one due any day now. I already have an idea for that one but who knows.
But that didn't happen. I just couldn't muster the energy to redo all my research. I had honestly forgotten my thesis. So I waited for a new idea. So far I've written four or five drafts for this article and I am so far late on it that I feel like a fugitive. I avoid his office. I avoid that entire section of the building in fact. I put up away messages when I'm there, for the simple fear that I may get the dreaded instant message: Where is your fucking NeoVox article?
But I am close. I wrote something last night about Charlene that I think I can twist into shape and make it worth handing in. And there's another one due any day now. I already have an idea for that one but who knows.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Staring at the wall...
So for most of the week I've been without television and internet access. This is because my roommate decided that despite the rest of us giving him money, he wasn't going to pay Time Warner. I'm not sure why. Maybe he's a sociopath as I've suspected for a while now.
But anyway. I wouldn't say that I'm someone who "needs" those things but I did realize how much I enjoy the internet when I didn't have it. I don't watch television too often, and only follow a few shows. Most of those shows can be found on the stations' websites so I don't even bother watching them at their scheduled times. But since the internet was down, that wasn't much of an option either. So I have no idea what happened on Lost this week but I suppose I'll find out soon.
It did make me think though, that maybe I am not as exciting or interesting of a person as I once thought. For instance, when I woke up in the middle of the afternoon and realized I couldn't check my email, my AIM, my blog, or any of my message boards ...I quickly panicked and thought- "What the hell am I going to do all day?"
So I went to the bar and watched the Sox get the shit kicked out of them. Daisuke can go back to fucking Japan for all I care, what a disappointment.
But anyway. I wouldn't say that I'm someone who "needs" those things but I did realize how much I enjoy the internet when I didn't have it. I don't watch television too often, and only follow a few shows. Most of those shows can be found on the stations' websites so I don't even bother watching them at their scheduled times. But since the internet was down, that wasn't much of an option either. So I have no idea what happened on Lost this week but I suppose I'll find out soon.
It did make me think though, that maybe I am not as exciting or interesting of a person as I once thought. For instance, when I woke up in the middle of the afternoon and realized I couldn't check my email, my AIM, my blog, or any of my message boards ...I quickly panicked and thought- "What the hell am I going to do all day?"
So I went to the bar and watched the Sox get the shit kicked out of them. Daisuke can go back to fucking Japan for all I care, what a disappointment.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Podcasts
This week my group finished our third podcast. Well, as a member of that particular group it was only my second, because I did my first on my own. We discussed left vs. right brains, anthrax scares, irresponsible doctors and how funny Jessica's laugh is.
The experience of doing a podcast alone and with a group is quite different. I'm not sure how the other groups have been going through the process of creating their files, but ours has been very loose. When I pod casted alone, I wrote myself a page or two of what would become my recording, almost verbatim. When we work in our group, we sit in a circle and discuss what we though our main points of interest were, without the microphone on. We figure out a loose direction we want to go in, and then we just talk. It's very loose and because of that I think it sounds much more conversational, though not in a bad way. We're still discussing important topics but not in a stilted way.
Most group work is a total bitch. You get stuck with a bunch of mouth breathers and you invariably meet at the library where nothing is accomplished, and some girl bitches about grades the entire time. So far the podcast has been a surprisingly good experience. The group is fun, and the assignment is broad enough to allow us room to be creative in our own way. I definitely think more classes should involve this sort of medium. Since Ray is the only person reading this- Ray, what's your experience?
The experience of doing a podcast alone and with a group is quite different. I'm not sure how the other groups have been going through the process of creating their files, but ours has been very loose. When I pod casted alone, I wrote myself a page or two of what would become my recording, almost verbatim. When we work in our group, we sit in a circle and discuss what we though our main points of interest were, without the microphone on. We figure out a loose direction we want to go in, and then we just talk. It's very loose and because of that I think it sounds much more conversational, though not in a bad way. We're still discussing important topics but not in a stilted way.
Most group work is a total bitch. You get stuck with a bunch of mouth breathers and you invariably meet at the library where nothing is accomplished, and some girl bitches about grades the entire time. So far the podcast has been a surprisingly good experience. The group is fun, and the assignment is broad enough to allow us room to be creative in our own way. I definitely think more classes should involve this sort of medium. Since Ray is the only person reading this- Ray, what's your experience?
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Teachers
Earlier today, well, ten minutes ago, I asked Razzle D. Dazzle what I should blog about. I asked him specifically because he told me my blog was getting a bit "gay." My apologies if anyone agrees with him. By the way, I mean he meant gay in the new detached sense of "silly or lame" rather than a "blog for homosexuals."
He gave me quite a long list of topics he wanted to see my thoughts on, but the one that caught my attention immediately was--"Which teacher do you want to have sex with?" Oddly enough I had already been giving teachers a lot of thought lately, though not in the sense he was asking me about.
Ray's blog is all about teaching. A few of my professors keep suggesting Teaching to me as a possible job, or something to do in Grad school. I just finished reading a book by Neal Boortz where he quite deftly discusses the dangers of unionized teachers and government schools (also known as Public schools).
I can honestly say that the vast majority of teachers are worthless and are only in place to keep certain ideas moving, keep their jobs, and keep a stranglehold on education. Excellent teachers who promote free thought and originality are the exception and not the rule and I am sick of everyone's junior high essay about the teacher who changed their lives. IF YOU WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT, CHANCES ARE YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THESE EXCEPTIONS. Although, I must add, the teachers from my actual concentration here in SUNY Cortland have all affected me for the better.
Back to the burning question: which teacher would I have sex with. This was funny because everyone has actually heard a story where I did already have sex with a teacher. And, when you consider that I go to school with quite a few future teachers, it's safely assumed that I have had sex with quite a few women who will be considered, in the very near future, teachers. But currently? I haven't had one teacher here that really got me going.
Isn't that disappointing? It's one of the most common adolescent fantasies I'd say, and judging by the number of websites you can find on this fetish (RESEARCH) it continues to preoccupy the minds of many. If it was going to happen for anyone I'd say their best chances are in College. So if anyone asks me what one of my regrets about College is after I graduate, I can't really say "I didn't party enough." I did. I can't say "I chose the wrong major." I love my major, and I love the friends I have in it.
"I didn't have a really hot teacher."
He gave me quite a long list of topics he wanted to see my thoughts on, but the one that caught my attention immediately was--"Which teacher do you want to have sex with?" Oddly enough I had already been giving teachers a lot of thought lately, though not in the sense he was asking me about.
Ray's blog is all about teaching. A few of my professors keep suggesting Teaching to me as a possible job, or something to do in Grad school. I just finished reading a book by Neal Boortz where he quite deftly discusses the dangers of unionized teachers and government schools (also known as Public schools).
I can honestly say that the vast majority of teachers are worthless and are only in place to keep certain ideas moving, keep their jobs, and keep a stranglehold on education. Excellent teachers who promote free thought and originality are the exception and not the rule and I am sick of everyone's junior high essay about the teacher who changed their lives. IF YOU WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT, CHANCES ARE YOU ARE NOT ONE OF THESE EXCEPTIONS. Although, I must add, the teachers from my actual concentration here in SUNY Cortland have all affected me for the better.
Back to the burning question: which teacher would I have sex with. This was funny because everyone has actually heard a story where I did already have sex with a teacher. And, when you consider that I go to school with quite a few future teachers, it's safely assumed that I have had sex with quite a few women who will be considered, in the very near future, teachers. But currently? I haven't had one teacher here that really got me going.
Isn't that disappointing? It's one of the most common adolescent fantasies I'd say, and judging by the number of websites you can find on this fetish (RESEARCH) it continues to preoccupy the minds of many. If it was going to happen for anyone I'd say their best chances are in College. So if anyone asks me what one of my regrets about College is after I graduate, I can't really say "I didn't party enough." I did. I can't say "I chose the wrong major." I love my major, and I love the friends I have in it.
"I didn't have a really hot teacher."
Monday, April 2, 2007
My Foolish Technology and I
Hey kids. It's been a while, sorry. I have fully and completely neglected my PWR209 duties for about...a little over a month. Not sure why, it certainly wasn't a conscious decision. I just find the Fully Online class difficult to immerse myself in.
It isn't something I thought out and reached a decisions about, to not enjoy this style of class. Well, that's not even true. I do enjoy the class. Making the podcasts was quite a bit of fun. I'm looking forward to making a vidcast with my group. I still glance through Smart Mobs whenever I feel like getting fired up about the God Damn Japanese. It's just that I think I find it difficult to really take it as immediately seriously as my other classes.
The reason, as far as I can tell, is that I access the course from my own bedroom. I'm sitting here in mesh shorts, drinking a Yuengling (Black&Tan $8.99 for a 12 pack of bottles, Price Chopper) and also multitasking with AIM, my phone, two other websites, and a stereo. It's just not the educational environment that one expects to be in when taking a course.
When I go to the Doctor, I expect a white coat, professionalism, and a cold waiting room where I read 4 year-old issues of Highlights for Children. That's what I've been taught (as a Westerner) to not only expect, but need from my experience. I just wouldn't feel comfortable with a Doctor who came into the room in a flannel shirt and sweatpants.
So I suppose this Online experiment may be a bit of the same. I've come to expect some things from a class, even if I don't like all of those things or even support them. This experience is so radically different that it's hard to treat it the same. But I'm going to get better at trying (right here towards the end, uselessly enough).
But, to give you an update on my relationship with Technology, my cell phone finally failed me. I had the same shitty camera-less phone for about 5 years. I had lost it, found it again, dropped it, kicked it, and thrown it, and it was still working. Most people would have updated quite a while ago but to be honest I hate cell phones (telephones in general, actually) and never bothered. But the other day the ear piece stopped working. I couldn't hear a fucking word.
So I went into Verizon to get another. Despite how much I hate cell phones, I felt a bit fond of my old one, considering how much I had done to it. So I decided that the new one should have some sort of novelty value right off the bat, in order to replace this sentimental connection.
So now I have a bright cotton candy pink phone I have named Charlene.
It isn't something I thought out and reached a decisions about, to not enjoy this style of class. Well, that's not even true. I do enjoy the class. Making the podcasts was quite a bit of fun. I'm looking forward to making a vidcast with my group. I still glance through Smart Mobs whenever I feel like getting fired up about the God Damn Japanese. It's just that I think I find it difficult to really take it as immediately seriously as my other classes.
The reason, as far as I can tell, is that I access the course from my own bedroom. I'm sitting here in mesh shorts, drinking a Yuengling (Black&Tan $8.99 for a 12 pack of bottles, Price Chopper) and also multitasking with AIM, my phone, two other websites, and a stereo. It's just not the educational environment that one expects to be in when taking a course.
When I go to the Doctor, I expect a white coat, professionalism, and a cold waiting room where I read 4 year-old issues of Highlights for Children. That's what I've been taught (as a Westerner) to not only expect, but need from my experience. I just wouldn't feel comfortable with a Doctor who came into the room in a flannel shirt and sweatpants.
So I suppose this Online experiment may be a bit of the same. I've come to expect some things from a class, even if I don't like all of those things or even support them. This experience is so radically different that it's hard to treat it the same. But I'm going to get better at trying (right here towards the end, uselessly enough).
But, to give you an update on my relationship with Technology, my cell phone finally failed me. I had the same shitty camera-less phone for about 5 years. I had lost it, found it again, dropped it, kicked it, and thrown it, and it was still working. Most people would have updated quite a while ago but to be honest I hate cell phones (telephones in general, actually) and never bothered. But the other day the ear piece stopped working. I couldn't hear a fucking word.
So I went into Verizon to get another. Despite how much I hate cell phones, I felt a bit fond of my old one, considering how much I had done to it. So I decided that the new one should have some sort of novelty value right off the bat, in order to replace this sentimental connection.
So now I have a bright cotton candy pink phone I have named Charlene.
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