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3/29/2006

Mantra

I want to major in adventure. Write a thesis on death-defying escapades. Strike up an altar to masochism and revel in the frights of the unknown. I don't care about money or family or death. I just want death to come to a version of myself that has seen the world through seeking eyes. Let the blood stop pounding in a heart that's known fear in the face of death. Let the eyesight fade in visions of far-off jungles and leeching deserts. Let death still rough, calloused hands that have known giving food to the hungry and have had currencies of every shape and size pass through them. Weary bones that have carried malarial quakes and supported the weary traveler. A mind too full of the wonders of the world to concentrate on regrets. A strong hearty laugh that carries its owner through danger and safety, sickness and health, uphill and down. And let my lay my head on the dirt of the earth, pass my days under the heat of the sun, fill my breaths with deep inhalations at every altitude. In the seventy or so years that this traveler has, give me the world and everything in it. Spare me the worries, save me the passing of time. I live eternal in the whistle of changing winds, the thumping of untamed hearts, and the sweat of a life well-spent.

3/28/2006

"You guys all talk the same way....you're so....smart"

That's what my roommate said when she browsed my computer left open to nomadlife. A few blogs later, and she's convinced we're silver-tongued poets. Is this true? Is there a blog culture, a need to impress, or a need to meet standards? It's true that if you read many blogs (on nomad at least) you can find a common trend in word choice, word play, and flow of topic. But to make an observation, I think it's a compelling medium. Whatever this style is that we're imitating, it tends to draw people in, and beacuse we ourselves were drawn in by reading it, we seek to emulate. Makes sense.

In other notes, I think it's hilarious that my roommate continually facebooks my quotes. Some recent ones include "Jihad....that's Muslim for bombing! Umm...George, Muslim isn't a language". (Mocking Bush and misconceptions about jihad in general) and just now, "You have to make assumptions about what people are going to do--it's like the Old West". She asked me to do her Italian homework, and I said I would do it if she didn't mind it in Spanish. She said that sounded great--and I said I know it works. I've seen me do it. One time in high school I had this 8 page Chemistry paper due, and I hadn't even started it, so I printed off an old 8-9 page history paper I had written. I changed the date and turned it in to chemistry. I knew by the time the professor began to read them, I would have written the actual paper. Of course a few days later he aprised me of my 'mistake' and I, completely surprised, drew the conclusion that I must have turned my history paper in to the wrong class, which was ironically due the same day. Of course the conversation ended with, "You have to make assumptions about what people are going to do". Or what they have to do. Of course, my teacher could have verified things with my history teacher, who would have told him I wrote that paper 3 months earlier. Or he could have called my bluff and said 'Sorry, Charlie', be smart next time and make sure you turn in the right paper. But it's high school. And what if he's wrong? He doesn't want to be the asshole that has to defend giving you an F in front of the PTA. He just wants to work his 9-5 and get home in time for the game. So you take advantage of that and you manipulate the situation. Not because it's the right thing to do, but because you can, and because it's necessary, and because really if the system doesn't have a catch to stop you, you're going to be one of the only ones not doing it.

I find that much of my life even now is based on making thought-out, anaylitical plans of action around evaluating people. I walk in to a 1-2:30 class every day exactly at 2:30, to pick up the attendance sheet that invariably lies at the back of the room after its circulation. I sign it and turn it in, gaining attendance for each consecutive class and always gaining brownie points for being that good student that stays after to turn it in. I turned in a paper three days late online, because the other option was to turn it in by hand. If it's three days late online--no, I gave you the hard copy on time, just posted it later. If it's not in hand--you must have gotten it! Let me post it late just in case... Making an appointment with my professor, "I'm free any time between 10 and 3". My professor: "Well, I'm not free between 10 and 11 Ms. Smith, since that's when the class is". Later at office hours, "Miss Smith, do you attend my lectures?" "No sir" "Why is that, may I ask?" "You don't make it necessary, sir. You're lectures are posted online and you only read off the slides. I can catch up easily before an exam". "Don't you think you should attend class? It's your responsibility as a good student!" "I see my responsibility as getting my degree and handling my life in the least-stressful way possible. I think it's the system's responsibility to ensure that I must attend classes, by not posting lectures online, or by taking attendance multiple times in the class. If those kinds of regulations aren't in place, I don't see it as my fault that the class can be avoided. And as my degree doesn't require learning any type of knowledge that will actually be tested in real life (medicine or law, for instance), I don't feel any responsibility toward society. No, sir, I don't see why I should have to go".

Is this laziness, pure and simple? I'm just a bum taking pleasure in childish mind games? A useless avoidance of responsibility that will eventually bite me in the ass in the 'real world'? Or a deliberate honing of skills? Learning to bull shit the 'real world' way? Preparing myself for a world that 'works smarter, not harder'?

I think it's great that a mere two meetings have been cancelled and I don't know what to do with the time. Craziness, AIESEC. What will I do without you?!

3/25/2006

OMG I need some Anis Najar. It's supposed to help you digest a meal. I was sitting here feeling like crap and vaguely in the back of my mind I'm thinking, what is that random black licorice flavored thing you're supposed to take to help your stomach? And then I was thinking of all these candies and medicines, and I'm starting to remember, no, you drink it, so maybe it's anise-flavored water, hey, anise, that sounds like a Peruvian thing, wow, that's it! There used to be a liquor we drank in Peru that tasted like black licorice, what was it called? Anis Najar. That was my thought process. Anyway, so it's this clear liquor that tastes like anise and they make you take a shot of it after every big meal. Even if that meal is breakfast. Because it's supposed to settle your stomach and help you digest your food, especially if it's spicy. So I googled it just now but it's really not up on the web except under Arequipan tourism, which is REALLY cool, because not only is it Peruvian but it's strictly Arequipanean, pretty damn sweet. Wish I were there...

3/22/2006

Tajudeen Abdul-Raheem, Justice Africa (From the BBC, "Head-to-Head")

Let me spell it out clearly: Africa does not need aid or armies of bleeding heart liberals to feed its people, clothe them, educate them, if we have responsive and responsible leadership.


An elderly Kenyan man waits for the government's food aid distribution in Longonot on the Great Rift valley. A people without a dream to work towards will suffer nightmares


Our aims differ: you offer charity while justice is what we seek.

You lament poverty and even believe you want to alleviate it but our focus is on the internal and external dimensions of Africa's impoverishment.

Aid strengthens superiority/inferiority complexes in a relationship mediated by slavery, colonialism and now recolonisation.

Aid agencies have become both willing and unwilling bodyguards of the new imperialism.

The fact that there are many Africans working in them does not change their character.

The colonial bureaucracies were full of Africans!

Do not patronise people dependent on you by calling them partners. Even on slave plantations there were partnerships!

China is a threat to the West today and India is treated with respect because God cannot make 1.3 and 1.1bn (respectively) people stupid.

Destiny

A united Africa is essential for us to seize control of our destiny.

A people without a dream to work towards will suffer nightmares. Has Africa not had enough nightmares?

You are so consumed by wanting to save us that you cannot see how we can and are saving ourselves.

I end on a specially adapted prayer: God save me from my liberal friends because the conservative opponent I can deal with, without any pretences on both sides.

All the best.

South Park Scientology

For those of you who aren't South Park lovers, you may not have heard the controversy a while ago about the show making fun of Scientology. After poking fun at the religion, Issac Hayes, the voice of Chef, left the show (possibly more from pressure from the sect rather than actually being offended by it) and Tom Cruise threatened to sue if they aired the show (it makes fun of him EXTENSIVELY and it's pretty damn hilarious)...but if you want to see the show it is SWEET and has been posted online.
http://www.scientomogy.com/southpark_scientology.php

Running the races....

I've decided this should be a slightly stream of consciousness entry, and without stopping my fingers I happened to chose "running the races" for a title. I don't even know if that's a phrase but it sure does sound like something you could hear in a derby. you know, my roommate freshman year was the daughter of the CEO of KFC. that's right, Kentucky Fried Chicken, yup, you guessed it, she was from Kentucky, and she would tell us all about her "derby hats" are you shitting me? Not only is the Kentucky Derby a REAL thing, but the women name their hats for it? Derby hats. As in, I have enough money to actually put aside a large chuck of it for my derby hat. A hat to wear to a derby, that is all. Rich people drive me nuts. Speaking of which, the Olsen twins. You can't really talk about rich ppl without the Olsen twins jumping to your mind, partly because they're our age and party bc it's freaking ridiculous that those kinds of people get that much money. Those kind of people? Hell yes I'm being elitist. Or something. Because I think it's bullshit that you can begin to "act" when you're a child, not realizing what you're doing, and have enough money for the rest of your life. By the time they realized what they were doing wasn't a game, they were already seeing themselves as dolls in Toys R Us and watching the trailers to their movies on TV. Crazy. Jealous? I don't know, actually, because it would SUCK to grow up like that. But i suppose everyone would want that kind of money. WOW I need to write this proposal by tomorrow. Well, it is mostly done, actually, but it is CRAP and it must be fixed. So I should do that. I kind of liked working out tonight usually it takes alot of personal guilt tripping but today I RAN to the gym because I felt like running would suck some life back into me. That's right, I HAVE BEEN DRAINED OF LIFE. Fairly recently, too, like in the last 2 or 3 hours. Not tired. Not bored. Just like....I finally realized something huge is missing, or something. Or like when you forget something really important and it's just on the edge of your mind but you can't place it. Sigh. I hate to think it was GMM, which took place in the last 2 hours. Maybe it was. I had to play the rat race and do all that fake hand shaking and big time phone calls and bullshit. Because there were a couple of guest speakers and I invited them so you know, play the hostess blah blah blah. And I left the meeting feeling exhausted. Slimy from shaking too many hands. Breathless with too many fake laughs. How the hell do people do it every day? That's their jobs, and they do it every day. And how will I do it? Stuck in a place where I don't like what gets me money but I haven't brought myself to live without it. YUCK YUCK YUCK. Life bothers me. And my last two posts have been really depressing. I apologize. Not that you're still reading.

3/15/2006

Probing Futility and basically Wasting Time...

I should have written long ago, but I never can get up the energy to make it interesting. So, don't get your hopes up for this one. My melodramatic, ambiguous title outlines my 'blah' mood lately. I'm going to go out on a limb and say WE DON"T DO ANYTHING. Really. Sure, we go to work, go to school, do AIESEC, hang out with friends. What is that? In a particularly depressing, Nietzchean train of thought, I've decided that it doesn't do much. We are slowly growing older, closing in on an inevitable death, what the hell are you doing about it, anyway? That's a great freaking question. How are you going to make a difference? Make your own company? Begin huge initiatives to change policy proceedings? How will you be remembered? And if you don't do these grand-scale things, what have you done? "Oh, but we're impacting people every day". Yeah, sure we are. But so are tons of other people, and at some point you have to come to terms with the personal insignificance of yourself. You feel great because you're in some great organization. But it most definitely can and will go on without you, just like it has existed before you. I know, it's a depressing, cynical, bitchy chain of reasoning. Tough. I recently got 'called out' by a friend who said I always have a need to prove myself. I can accept that criticism, I believe that's a valid point. But if that's the case, who the hell doesn't? Shouldn't we all by TRYING to prove ourselves, at any given moment in time, just to convince ourselves of some significance and change in the world? Isn't that why you work so hard in AIESEC? Because you're desperately clinging to the fact that together, we could change something? Charles de Gaulle once said, "The graveyards are full of indispensable men". And you know he's right. So where do we fit in this grand scheme of things? Even if you decide "What you're going to live for", like some people say family, some people say money, how do you know you won't change your mind? A sudden realization that Johnny Jr. is more important than that 401 K and suddenly you've wasted 20 years? What is that? Somebody riddle this one for me. I'm exhausted.

3/6/2006

Negative 12 hours....

To write this paper. Meaning, it was due at 1:00 pm today. Yeah. THAT didn't happen. I realize that of the 4 major papers I've written this semester, only one has been on time. That is sick and wrong. But I really don't have a major anymore, and what's the use of undergrad anyway? Well, maybe if you want to prove to your future employer that you're not incompetent. Which I'm not sure I could do, anyway, so.... List of Accomplishments for Spring Break...

1) Plan a road trip for Ithaca NY in under 2 hours, leaving for said road trip within 12
2) Spending a solid RoKS conference in Ithaca (hats off to Nob, who not only broke a window frame ("open sez me! sez me! *crash!*), broke a coffee pot (Cheers! Party foul!), but BURNED AWAY the carpet in a laudable attempt to hookah (aluminum pie plate included...))
3) Fucking awesome props to CORNELL, and their remarkable ability to NOT charge damage deposit, a laughable oversight considering Arnaub's wake of destruction...
3) Getting so sick on the way home from road trip (alcohol? Thai food?)that it seemed like a good idea to sprint out of the car, knock on a RANDOM FARMHOUSE DOOR and ask the nicest 73-year old lady to use her bathroom (yeah, somewhere in Pennsylvania....)
4)Getting on the Channel 7 news. Last night the house next door was robbed at gunpoint, no joke. My house was featured on the news with the caption, "522 Monroe Street: Danger on Campus". Got that god damn right.
5) Managing to avoid fleeing criminals, hoodlums, etc. last night by listening to mirth-filled rewindings of Ron "Tater Salad" White...you have to check this guy out.

That ends the rendition. Must get to this paper. Or something like it.