I got out of bed at 8:54AM this morning. It’s a 5-6 minute walk to my chemistry class, which starts at 9:00. I arrived at ~9:02AM. Hurray for pajama pants and a hoodie! =)

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It’s 10:57PM and I still need to go to bed for last night. I’m headed that direction now.

Although I promised that I’d upload some content, instead I found myself implementing a function to allow one to remain logged in all the time. It is now finished and in place, and marks the release of Blog! 2.75. To have your log in persist, simply check the “keep me logged in” box on the log in page.

In the interest of entertainment, I thought I’d share “The Cheeseburger Song” with everyone! Click here to listen or right click and choose “save target as” to download. What random lyrics. C’mon. What sort of creep comes up with lyrics like “and if the world suddenly ran out of cheese / he would get down on his hands and kness / and see if someone accidentally dropped some cheese in the dirt / and he would wipe it off for you! / wipe it off for you! / wipe that dirty cheese off for youuuuUUU!! / … / you are .. his … cheese … bur … GER!!!” =)

In the mean time, things are one step closer to the release of
“Blog! 3.0 :: a new interface :: a more powerful backend :: same high quality angst :: guaranteed!”

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Avoiding homework.

The wedding was beautiful! I’m supposed to be working on homework right now (good heavens, it’s going to be a late night!) so I won’t write my thoughts about the wedding right now, but I will post the link for the few photos that I took.

http://www.eateggs.com/photos/wedding

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Humid

I’ve arrived in Omaha, safe and sound. There was some turbulence during the flight from Bozeman, which was exciting, but that aside it was rather uneventful. I love not checking luggage.

My dad picked me up at the airport (in my parents shiney new Carolla) and we went to pick up the tuxes and had lunch.

I’m now back at the hotel room enjoying the free wireless internet. I was about to iron a couple shirts, and then was directacted by the prospect of internet access. I suppose I’ll go back to my shirt. =)

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I have two cows. They’re both happy.

Jill complains ad naseum that my blog lacks humor, despite the fact that she never visitis. Since I lack any original wit, in and of myself, I thought I’d post a bit of wit that I found while prowling the ‘net, just to prove Jill wrong. =)


Capitalism for Dummies

Traditional Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.

American Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.

French Capitalism: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.

Japanese Capitalism: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.

Italian Capitalism: You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are. You break for lunch.

British Capitalism: You have two cows. Both are mad.

Russian Capitalism: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

Arkansas Capitalism: You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute…

Hindu Capitalism: You have two cows. You worship them.

Chinese Capitalism: You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.

Irish Capitalism: You have two cows. You feed them potatoes and wonder why they emigrate.

Enron Capitalism: You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. Sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public buys your bull.

Cuban Capitalism: You have two cows. They try to swim to Florida.

Hollywood Capitalism: You have two cows. You give them udder implants.

Clinton Capitalism: You have two cows. You deny any knowledge of them.

Gore Capitalism: You have two cows. You claim you invented them.

Australian Capitalism: You have two cows. You try to wrestle them.

Totalitarian Capitalism: You have two cows. The government takes them and denies they ever existed. Milk is banned.

Iraqi Capitalism: You have two cows. They are biochemical weapons.

So there you have it. They made me laugh. Hopefully they brought some humor to your life, as well. =)

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When it’s 5:30 in Bozeman, it’s 1985 in Canada.

Good heavens. I really need to stop sucking at this whole “getting up in the morning” game. I stayed up way later last night than I had planned, largely due to the mountain dew that I drank at about midnight, not thinking ahead enough to realize that I might eventually want to go to bed. So I wrote a little bit and updated Blog! to version 2.74, which now includes post counts. I don’t think the interface change is ever going to come, but good heavens I hope it does. This orange and brown stuff just isn’t cutting it. I think I’m just going to need to give up on finding a blue egg carton and do some clever photoshop work and make an egg carton blue. But I give away too much! It’s a surprise! *builds anticipation for something which is bound to never happen, or will be terribly anticlimactic if it ever does*

I just watched On the Waterfront in my film class. I very much enjoyed it, despite the fact that it was made in 1954. Marlon Brando (albeit a very young Marlon Brando) did a superb job of acting, as did Karl Malden and several other members of the cast. In respect to film history, Brando’s acting in On the Waterfront helped establish the archetype of “method acting” which requires performers to draw on their own personal experiences and emotions to create a character with depth of feeling and “an interior life, rather than being stereotyped figures representing a single concept (the villain, the heroine…).”* The storyline was rather clichéd, but somehow compelling just the same, and some of the cinematography was very well done, even by today’s standards.

Of the storyline itself, the movie focuses on Terry Malloy, a fledgling member of an organized crime unit that controls a bustling pier and its laborers. As the story unfolds, it reveals a series of complex questions about loyalty, both to others and to one’s self. What makes the story worth mention is that it can easily be interpreted as metaphorical for the actions and choices of director Elia Kazan and screenwriter Bull Schulberg during the during the McCarthyian era in Hollywood immediately preceding the making of the film. Both Kazan and Schulberg had served as “friendly” witnesses for the House Un-American Activities Committee (HUAC), which is an astonishing but little known example of tyranny and intolerance by the American government.

Formed in 1947, the HUAC’s greatest concern was to stop the spread of communism to the United States. The communist party in the United States had grown considerably during the 30’s depression era, and had remained strong during the war. At the start of the Cold War, there emerged a national hysteria about the possibility of communist infiltration. Among the areas of greatest concern, of course, was Hollywood, especially with the then-emerging trend of social themes and influence on the silver screen. Hollywood was also an attractive target for the HUAC due to the high profile of the members of Hollywood. Little press would be generated if John Smith, elementary school teacher, was found guilty of aiding and abetting the communist party. In Hollywood, however, any member charged with the same would cause a national scandal and widespread news coverage. With this in mind, the first of a series of trials was held in 1948 against ten prominent members of Hollywood, mainly screenwriters. Taking the advice of lawyers furnished by the recently formed anti-HUAC organization, these ten members argued that “the First Amendment of the Constitution’s Bill of Rights protected the privacy of their political beliefs and affiliations”* when asked about the political affiliations. Their refusal to answer such questions as “Are you now or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party?” was deemed contempt of court, and each of these ten served up to a year in prison.

As “friendly” witnesses for the HUAC, Kazan and Schulberg were required to “name names” of those in the industry who they believed to have ties to the Communist Party. They were encouraged to do this by movie industry as a whole, which was eager “to head off further congressional inquiry” by sacrificing just a few members.

History aside, this whole ordeal shocks and appalls. I would hope that the sort of constitutional abuses perpetrated by our government during the McCarthyian era were unique to the Cold War, but it seems that they’re not. There are an increasing number of horror stories emerging of individuals who have had their constitutional rights stripped away by the Patriot Act, without chance of appeal or due process of law. Also frightening is the fact that, on the heels of this troubled time, America was thrown in to Vietnam’s hot conflict of the Cold War for no reason other than to perpetuate “democracy” and stop the spread of Communism to South Vietnam. It’s odd to think, then, that the very same rational is being used in relation to the War in Iraq. We’ve been told that there’s an enemy, although why Saddam Hussein is our enemy has remained entirely obscured, aside from the trumped up charges of Weapons of Mass destruction. We’ve also been told that they’re bringing democracy to the impoverished Iraqi people, and we’re fighting for freedom, just like Vietnam. The situations are overwhelmingly similar: overbearing patriotism, which is capitalized on by our government which uses it to strip away constitutional rights, and a war for the sake of “democracy.” Something just doesn’t seem right.

A question I never bothered to ask myself about Hussein’s possession of WMDs was “so what?” North Korea is currently pursuing becoming a nuclear power, but aside from labeling North Korea as part of the “axis of evil,” the United States has failed to respond. In December 2002 North Korea expelled U.N. weapon inspectors and withdrew from the NPT, and yet we do nothing. I certainly don’t believe that we should do anything, but it’s just more support for the notion that WMDs were never a legitimate reason for the invasion of Iraq.

I find that I’m very much off on a tangent. The point of this little anecdote was just to raise awareness by some small amount two things: 1) the movie industry was quick to sacrifice as many of its members as necessary to preserve its economic status and 2) our wonderful government imprisoned ten prominent members of society simply for their refusal to disavow any connection to the Communist Party.

I have a lot more that I’d like to keep ranting on, but I’ll stop myself hear. Good heavens. I’ve been in such a ranting mood for the last few days…

* Sklar, Robert. Film: An International History of the Medium. Prentice Hall: NJ. 2002.

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The view from my dorm window this morning:

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It’s Friday night (well, early Saturday morning by now), and I’m glad another week is over. This week was a little rough from an academic standpoint, in that my motivation has slipped to probably the lowest point since I started two months ago. I’m hoping to turn that around for the coming weeks, however, since I need to maintain high grades both for the WUE scholarship and also for the sake of transferring in the future.

For those of you who don’t already know, I’ve officially chosen a major. Although I’ve been enrolled in Computer Science, it’s been entirely a time filler to allow me time to discover which direction I actually want to want to go. I’ve given a lot of thought to the question of “where do I want to go with my life” over the last few months, largely prompted by overwhelming feelings of purposelessness apathy. What I’ve come to the realization of is that I want to teach. I’ve considered the thought many times in passing over the past few years, but I’ve never, until now, been willing to accept it as a career path. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve always been turned off by the poor pay of the position, which is likely the primary reason why I’ve always disregarded the idea in the past.

I want to teach history (and perhaps philosophy as well, if I were to be so lucky) at the high school level. I’ve decided on high school because it’s an age where students have a great aptitude for learning, and at the same time, unlike at a university, I would be able to get to know and develop relationships with students. I’ve very much valued the relationships that I’ve developed with several of my high school teachers, and I can only imagine that these relationships (at least for the most part) were equally rewarding for them as well. I want that. I’ve decided on history because 1) it’s related to the arts and humanities, which means that it’s a subject which has lasting value and 2) it’s a subject that I personally enjoy, and would enjoy learning in order to be able to teach. I’m also giving some small consideration to teaching computer science. Although computers have none of the lasting value to society and humanity, I think I would very much enjoy teaching in that sector as well.

I’d very much like to teach abroad, both as a means of exploring and experiencing the world and as a means of having a positive impact on humanity as a whole. Odds are that I’ll end up primarily teaching in the United States, but my goal is, at this point, to teach abroad as much as possible.

There’s a lot more with this that I’d like to expound on, but it’s getting late and the little I’ve written I’m dissatisfied with but too lazy to go back and rewrite. I’ll undoubtedly be writing more about this in the days to come, but this will need to suffice for now.

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It’s a beautiful fall in Bozeman.

I’ve discovered the simple pleasure of the way leaves crunch when I walk on them. It’s wonderful! Also wonderful is riding my bike through lots of leaves. It makes a hissing noise of sorts, but in a good way.

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Tired, but rather happy.

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Mood is such an issue of choice. I choose to be happy, or I choose to be depressed, or I choose to be grumpy… I’ve arrived at this conclusion but a curious occurance that happened on my way out of my French class. I didn’t go to bed last night, so I’m certainly not of the most clear mental state at the moment. Walking out of my French class, however, I saw a friend from Cheyenne, and the first thought to go through my mind was “what sort of mood am I in? I’m in a depressed, lonely and isolationistic mood. I don’t want to talk to him.” No sooner than I had finished thinking that thought than I realized “no, I’m happy and hopeful today.” And I smiled and was happy and hopeful. Upon being happy and hopeful, I stopped to reflect on the patter of thought which had just occurred. My mood had changed 100% in a fraction of a second. It’s a CHOICE. Always a choice. I can choose to be grumpy and irritable because I’m tired, or I can choose to be silly and goofy because I’m tired. I haven’t been aware of this choice in the past, but I’m certainly going to exercise this ability to choose in the future.

I get the impression that the implications of this discovery extend just beyond the mood and state of mind after having not been to bed in many many hours. I think that my overall state of mind, be that happy, sad, depressed, excited, apathetic, uber-motivated, lonely, content, etc. are all states of mind which can be experienced, affected by outside factors, and chosen. Henceforth, then, I choose to be happy. Henceforth, I choose to be motivated. I didn’t do very well last night. Instead of doing my homework like a good student (I haven’t actually sat down and done homework in quite some time: bothersome…)

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