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Wednesday, 09 April 2008

  • Denmark... Europe's Canada

    Yeah, it's true, I've been meaning to update this hunk-a hunk-a burnin' love for a while now. It's just that every time I get the motivation, I think about it so much that by the time I sit down to get to the ol' typin', I got's nothin' to say.

    I came to the realization a while back that people who think themselves to be highly educated, or more in the know than others.... more scholarly, perhaps, make a habit of telling you things you already know, and making it sound like it is the most amazing shit in the world. First incident of proof: the prof of my "Racism Class." (Note: Racism Class is the delightful moniker we have given any class intended to broaden our minds culturally which only closes them up) For me, it is Teaching in a Diverse Society.

    One Thursday, as my eyes clawed the minute hand, begging and pleading it to move closer to 2:20, my prof proclaimed that he was about to impart to us a noble, worldly truth so amazing, so convoluted that it changed his life when he managed to wrap his mind about it. Any one of us who managed to understand the fantastic truth he was about to relate would then be lightyears ahead of every other undergrad at this institution.

    Now: the life altering realization: In societies, the upper classes puts forth what is known as a hegemony. This is the upper classes trying to mandate what the lower classes should watch, enjoy, listen to, wear, behave, and interact with others. Ok, so far, whatever, he's got to be setting up for this point right? He's gotta start somewhere. I give him the benefit of the doubt. Next: the lower classes will often rebel against these hegemonies and provide what he affectionately dubs "counter-hegemonies." They say, "Why should I do that? I'm gonna completely go against that and do everything my own way!"

    That's it.

    His big, mind-blowing, all-encompassing, truth.

    The people on top want the people on bottom to do what the people on top say. The people on bottom don't like this very much, and try to fight it.

    Example the Second: We had the representatives of a certain religion come to the university about two weeks ago. It was as a part of a series of discussions known as Religication. Religion + Education = Religication. Woo! 'We are a religion based on the belief that every human has the same basic rights. We believe that humans are spiritual, that's what makes us a religion. We help people.' Not a direct quote, but a paraphrase of what their hour long talk came down to. They are essentially an enormous service project group that tacks "man is spiritual" and can thereby call itself a religion. They say that anyone can practice, even practicing members of other religions, such as Catholicism. One man claimed that the help they give to people fulfilled him. He claimed he couldn't do that with Catholicism. This new religion made him whole and helped him to be a better man. I'm all for people connecting with the Divine Spark, or whatever, in their own way, but I just wonder if they realize that the other religions help and serve the less fortunate as well.

    The entire talk ended up being about how you should want to help other people. Preaching the best way to help them. As with my prof, I found myself wondering what gave these people the right to try to preach to me things that I already know? They think they are so amazing and wonderful with their religion. They are the only religion to help people, to do any good.

    If taking a club, tacking "man is a spiritual animal" on the end makes it a religion, then I am a religion.

    What is it about people with that shitty little piece of paper that makes them think they can take a bunch of bullshit, wrap it up in tinfoil, and try to feed it to students as though they are providing knowledge and education? This sort of thing only furthers my detestation of the American Educational System. When I get my piece of paper, I'm gonna fix things. You watch.

    End Rant.



Monday, 25 February 2008

  • Ah, yes, the I'm so busy I don't have time to update Xanga bit... yes, yes we've all been here too many times to count. And then a few more for good measure. Not much is going on. Writing stories and music, suffering through classes. Learning that profs are nowhere near as intelligent as they think they are. Disproving the existence of math. I've been swamped.

    My Teaching in a Diverse Society professor told us that he was going to teach us a theory that when he finally managed to wrap his mind around it, it changed his life. He said that when we learned it, we'd be so far ahead of the other undergrads, it'd be hilarious. I made the mistake of giving him the benefit of the doubt. A brief summation of this magical theory of his: the top class of society projects how they want the lower classes to think, feel, act, dress, and what to listen to and watch. The other classes say "screw that, you want me to be like this? I'm going to deliberately not do that and do this instead!" Counter-cultured! And that's it. That's his big mind blowing truth. I almost yelled at him in class and asked why he had so many degrees and I did not.

    Ok, bear with me for a second here, because I'm gonna have fun with this. Any number divided by itself is equal to one. Yes? Yes. Any number divided by zero does not exist. Yay? Yay. Zero divided by zero would then be equal to both one and would not exist. Therefore, 1 does not exist. And if one does not exist, we have a domino effect destroying mathematics itself and with it most of the sciences including physics and chemistry. So, if you're tired of your maths and sciences tell your profs that what they are teaching no longer exists and walk out of class. If they try to stop you, tell them you have my permission, they'll have to let you go.

    Think on what I have told you. Think and live.

Saturday, 09 February 2008

  • Yeah, so there was a fleet of old people at lunch today. They all smelled of death... one of them touched my chair and I could feel her life force leaving her body. It was creepy and delicious.

    Also, we watched 3 movies last night after we went to the Game Preserve and flipped the whole place off and then hit up Disc Replay and the comic shop. Everyone else got some movies and I grabbed Endangered Species and the new Astonishing X-Men. It was fun. We watched a movie called Wicked Little Things, which was supposedly one of those eight movies from a while back that were too scary for theatres. That was a lie. Not that scary, bad conversations, but much better than the next movie we watched. The next movie we watched was Zombies Gone Wild. There was a disgusting lack of zombies throughout the first three quarters of the movie and a disappointing lack of boobies throughout the entire damn thing. Both of the things promised in the title were insipidly missing throughout the whole damn thing. And thirdly, we watched Joshua. Best movie to be released in America in a while. Damn good psychological thriller. Omen on crack, if you will. See it. You won't be disappointed.

    I hope everyone is still able to tolerate their life. Peace and all that wonderful stuff!

Wednesday, 06 February 2008

  • Teaser trailer for the movie CT and I will one day make. We are probably going to write a series of graphic novels first and then have some awesome director pick them up and make a badass movie with us.


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