Ray's So-Called Career, Part Deux

Find Me

2007-09-25T08:31:00.000-07:00

I am not going to be a Blogger-blogger anymore; however, you can find me writing away here.

Thanks.

The Start of the Summer

2007-05-20T15:11:00.000-07:00

So, today, with blatant disregard to the list I had made earlier this week, I started reading Orson Scott Card’s novel, Ender’s Game.

It’s one science fiction novel that I actually sit-down and read. I can’t say that I usually enjoy Sci-Fi, but I can say that this book is way cool. Briefly, it’s about a young boy, Ender (duh), who is a six-year-old genius who is being trained to become a military leader in the art of war. Aliens have already attacked the earth twice, and it is up to young Ender, who already knows that time is running out, to save the planet.

Corny Sci-Fi plot aside, this book is worth reading because of the voice of the young protagonist. Even though he is only six, the mental capacity and awareness of this kid is amazing. It’s cool how Orson Scott Card develops the thought patterns of Ender. I just started the book today, it’s about 325 pages, and I’m already more than half way through it. It’s a good read, and I recommend it.

In other news, my friends and I went to Brooklyn for the weekend. It was Kathleen’s housewarming party. Good times. Besides drinking warm Blue Moon’s on the train, I would say the best part of that night came with the 4AM trip to get sandwiches. Who knew a three dollar sangwich could be so delicious. I was skeptical, so I didn’t get a sandwich. But, somehow, I think I ended up eating way more than one sub. I split half of Eddie’s with Brooks, and I ate Andy’s other half. There was another mayonnaise-infested sub that I also think I ate too much of.

When I got back after, eating the sangwiches, I proceeded to drink an entire Yoo-Hoo in about one-tenth of a second. Bad idea. After sleeping for about 30 minutes on Kathleen’s oh-so-comfortable kitchen floor and waking with a Doritos chip in my hair, I decided to just go ahead and get some of that out of my stomach. Nah, honestly, I didn’t have much of a choice. I’m sure all of the booze didn’t help, either.

Anyway, that sounds horrible but I did have a good time. It would have been better if Kathleen, and the cabbie for that matter, had any idea where she lived. Ha.

Since I’ve been home, I’ve been eating incredibly healthy because of my parents’ diet. This is good and bad. It’s good for obvious reasons, but, I’ll tell you, if that Doritos chip was still in my hair, I would love to eat it.

I’m going to go try to find it. Cheers.

So THIS Is What Blogs Are For

2007-05-17T09:55:00.000-07:00

The past eighteen hours or so have become unfortunately stressful for me. It seems that, although I am slightly excited to travel home for the summer, packing and cleaning is more than I bargained for. My roommate has already left; however, there is so much work left to be done (after I spoke with the landlord) that I’m not going to be able to come home until really late tonight (probably tomorrow). Right now, I’m just so frustrated that I’ve decided to sit down and blog. Just to get my mind off of things for a while.

I still have to polish up an essay for publication into the English Journal. I’m excited that my professor is encouraging me to submit it, but I’m not particularly excited about spending MORE time on schoolwork. Ultimately, I just want to head home and, maybe, go to the city tomorrow. That's not going to happen if I end up stuck here again tonight. Eh, I guess I’ll try to be optimistic… I am going to go. I am going to go. I am going to go.

Another piece adding to my bitterness is the fact that we handed in the cable box, and et cetera, only to be left with a really, really crappy connection. Now, this wouldn’t have been a problem if I were to have left yesterday as planned. You all get the point.

So, in thinking positive, I’d like to focus on some of the books that I want to read this summer. I always look forward to summer reading. This year, I think I’m going to catch up on some YA titles, as I said before. I’ve never read The Outsiders or Twilight, so I want to tackle them. I just ordered Paul Shirley’s book, The Contortionist’s Handbook, and Slaughterhouse-Five. Those will be the first to be read, probably in that order. Does anyone have any other suggestions?

I was able to chat with some really influential people this week, and I would love to write more about it, but I’m going to wait until after one more meeting tonight. For now, I’m going to work on this paper for the Journal. Hopefully I’ll be online from my house tonight.

Even if I leave tomorrow, I bet you I can still make it to the city… maybe.

Cheers

"It's Something Unpredictable"

2007-05-16T07:56:00.000-07:00

Whew! It’s all over, I think. Well, for this semester in any case. It’s funny, though. I’ve never quite enjoyed school as much as I am now. I’m learning some truly remarkable things. It makes me look forward to my future. Awesome.

Anyway, I understand the blogging has been sparse; however, I assure you that I’m back. There are a lot of things that I’ve failed to blog about that are important to me because of my hectic semester. As it turns out, taking four classes, doing an assistantship, and helping teach was tolerable. I guess it’s just because I’m enjoying it all. It looks like my GPA will be fruitful, also.

So here are some of the things that I want to make my priority this summer. First off, I want to make sure I read a lot. There are a lot of…well… YA books that I feel that I’m obliged to read as a future high-school English teacher. And to be honest, they all seem like they’re going to be pretty Rad, anyway.

Also, given my interests in technology and the teaching of English, I’ll be talking a little about Second Life (See picture above). I’ve been doing extensive research on it, and I’d love to tell you folks (DAVE, you skeptic) about what the REAL deal is. So, I’ll take you on a journey or two in the next couple of days. I’m not a big video-gamer or anything, but I see potential in this. Also, I went to a couple lectures and see that a lot of higher-Ed. people are buzzing about it. And… who knew! Steve’s in SL, also. I’m being vague intentionally. I don’t want to spoil future posts.

One of my really good friends, Eddie, is moving to Florida in a couple of days. I’m happy for him because it seems that he is genuinely excited about the up-coming experience; although, he is scared of crocodiles, and I’m not sure if Florida is the best place to go to avoid them. I guess it really doesn’t matter… if things go according to plan, he’ll only be there for a year or two, and then we’ll be moving to California to form our own little version of Entourage. That’ll be sweet.

So if you get the chance, you might want to go out of your way to meet Eddie before he moves away. This way, when he’s famous, you’ll be able to say you once knew “the man.” Oh, yeah, also, if you think “E” is pretty cool too, then you should find me; that’s right, that’s going to be me. Inquire within for the positions of Johnny Drama and Turtle. I’m the manager so applications go through me, kids.

Paul Shirley’s book came out yesterday, and I really need to get it. What a great writer...

Cheers

Just A Tease

2007-04-25T07:52:00.000-07:00

Alright, I admit it… that was a bad idea. I was just feeling bad for not posting, so I figured that re-introducing old posts would suffice. My bad.

Anyway, it’s the end of the semester now. These are not fun times, I assure you. I have two 15-20 page papers, one with an annotated bibliography, two seven pagers, one project on the program Comic Life, one book project (which includes making a poster, duh), two seven page (single-spaced) responses, two books of literary criticism to read and teach, and one Lit. Circle book left to read and discuss all of which are due in two weeks. Additionally, I have to do all of this while upholding my responsibilities to my Assistantship and ENG 307. I don’t like to think about it.

A while back I wrote a post about Bruce Coville’s visit to my 619 class. It was a well-developed and inspirational post; however, I couldn’t post it the day I wrote it (because Blogger was being Lame) and is now officially M.I.A. If I come across it again, I’ll post it.

I also want to write about my new-fangled experiences with pedagogical classes, such as Issues in the Foundations of Education. It seems like those education majors are a different type of breed than that of what I am used to. I would love to explain more but doing so now would only postpone my work on the aforementioned list; it would also be detrimental to my G.P.A. I won’t allow it.

Plus, I’m already assuring myself to have most of this done by next Friday in order to attend the Brand New concert here at good ol’ Cortland.

For those who missed me… this post is for you.

Cheers

A New Idea

2007-04-07T13:10:00.000-07:00

Because I am so busy, I've decided that it would be a good idea to post some of the ideas that I've discussed on my previous blog, ray's so-called career. I won't be publishing to this blog anymore, so I don't want to lose the ideas that I had; therefore, it would make sense for me to do this.

Also, as you probably noticed, I've decided to re-name this blog. I figured that this title is much more appropriate. And, considering that I'm combining the two, t just made sense.

So, here's a post that I published about a seven months ago. I thought this was interesting; let me know what you think.

I'll also include the original comments and it's original location.

Grammar Blaster?
Tuesday, September 12, 2006

While I was reading Grand Theft Education, all I could think about was the game Math Blaster…

It’s a ‘B’ Day*, seventh period, there’s only ten minutes left, everyone’s squirming out of their seats… but why? There are still two, long, periods left in the day, before they can go home.

Well, eighth period was more-or-less like another lunch period; every student looks forward to lunch. After History with Mr. INSERT NAME I FORGOT HERE, the pupils who had Computer Lab on ‘B’ days would dash over to room 110C. In this classroom, we would have the opportunity to take part in a few select activities. It wasn’t like the other classes, not as tedious and uninteresting. Today, in Computer Lab, the kids were practicing using Microsoft Word. And, if they accomplished their exercises with time remaining, they were permitted to play Math Blaster.

Math Blaster was a dreadfully straightforward video (computer) game in which students would guide their hero (an admirable space traveler) through the galaxy by adding, subtracting, and multiplying. If you were clever enough to bring our hero the entire way, to the last level, you would be challenged even further: fractions…

It was an uncomplicated fixture; however, it was extremely entertaining. I don’t actually know if I, personally, ever got far in this game (Probably not, I suck at Math), but I do remember that it was a competition—we all enjoyed it.

Now, I don’t know how popular this game ever became outside of our computer lab walls, but I do know that our school definitely treasured it. It was put into practice accidentally, but after the teachers saw how effective it was, they decided to keep it.

Now that I am learning about technology in the classroom, I can see the advantages to video games. They could be very useful tools when teaching our students—especially when it comes to keeping them interested in the material and expanding on multiple literacies.

Maybe there could be The Great Gatsby: The Game. Students would need to read the book in order to progress in the game. Symbolism and Irony, etcetera, would serve as a way to guide Gatsby through this adventure.

Ha, I know that’s a giant stretch. But, in all seriousness, I’m convinced that there is a way that video games could be implemented—and the article Grand Theft Education has helped me to believe that. I must admit that I was a little bit of a skeptic at first. But, it all comes down to what Zengotita said, “Everyone in the overdeveloped world will have the tools they need to create this amazing stuff, whether it be blogs or films or games" (39).

*In Wallkill Middle School, where I was educated, the students had to adhere to the each day as either an ‘A’ day, or a ‘B’ day. The classes were different depending on which day it was.

2 comments:

Jenn said...: I had the game "Math Blaster" at home. My parents got it for us when they bought our computer. It was a fun game even though, I too, suck at math.

Side note: Does anyone else know or did anyone else have a game console (like nintendo or sega) called "Socrates?" You didnt put "games" into it, but it did have its own games on it, stored in what Im guessing now is a hard drive, that where all educational. I remember playing it growing up and learning many things on it from math to spelling.

(As you can tell my parents were big on the educational entertainment in my house. I blame my nerdiness on them)

I agree a Gatsby game would be interesting. Maybe before we get into our own classrooms we'll see it happen.; 9/12/2006 2:19 PM
natalie said...: I think the most important thing mentioned here is that even people who didn't do well in math and who probably didn't like it all that much managed to like "Math Blaster." The same could happen in a literature classroom. Students who dislike reading may be motivated to do their work if they can play a game to show/demonstrate what they have learned. I think that there's a general belief that learning and fun don't mix well. Clearly, this is not the case, and i look forward to incorporating games any time I get a chance to.
Nat; 9/13/2006 10:16 AM

Computer Crash, Busy Schedule, Anxiety in the Lab, My Future

2007-03-25T16:18:00.000-07:00

It’s been a while, hasn’t? I guess my schedule is really starting to catch up to me. Well, currently, I’m in the Mac Lab in the library waiting (with extreme anxiety) for iMovie to compress my file so I can burn it and leave.

The bad news: I’ve been here for God-knows-how-long and it still says I have 70 more minutes to go.

The good news: This will give me some time to blog; God also knows I haven’t done that in a while.

Some recent facts that would pose to make interesting conversation are as follows. I have written before about my innovative new experience with graphic novels. I’ve once looked upon them in a snobbish way and thought only of their childishness. Now, though, I must admit that my feelings have changed.

The complexity of such a format is overwhelming. The potential is doubled when words are betwixt with the illustrations. I can’t say that I will ever choose to read BONE over ULYSSES, but I can say that I jumped-the-gun. Graphic novels need love too; it just so happens that they also deserve it.

Additionally, I’ve been thinking about my future. I guess I can honestly say that I’m excited to become a teacher. Maybe I’m more excited to be able to say that I have a plan. The most frustrating thing of college, for me, has not been the workload. Nah, I actually love learning. I love class. It’s the part of the semester when they tell you that you still need six credits to graduate that really grinds my gears.

It’s not just the standards, either. It’s me. I mean, how am I supposed to know what I want to do in ten years from now. When I was in high-school I really wanted to become an English teacher. When I came to college, I was convinced that I would not stop school until I had defended my dissertation. I couldn’t envision myself NOT teaching the texts that I loved.

Now, though, I look back to my original passion. I can’t help but want to teach. I really think it is “me”. Sure I love Faulkner and probably won’t be teaching it. But, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it myself, right? (WARNING: corny sentence to follow) Plus, there really is the satisfaction that comes from the act of teaching.

I guess those pedagogical classes really do have an effect on me. Who would have known?

That just makes me think even more. What if whatever I study, no matter the genre, I will think I am perfect for it. I mean, that’s how it’s been thus far. Ha. Yeah, right…

I’ll never love Math.

Cheers.

Stand Up For Yourself, Teachers

2007-03-12T10:50:00.000-07:00

It’s hard for me to retaliate to something when I don’t actually feel compelled to do so. In one of my pedagogically grounded EDU classes, we were asked to, before actually doing any profound research, state our opinion on this question:

Is teaching a profession?

Personally, this was something very hard for me to deal with. In all my years of college, I never truly saw myself as a teacher. I was typically passionate about the literature that had encompassed my life. But, as a high-school student, it was always my dream to become a teacher. When I got into college, though, it seemed that my “dream” had changed, or so I thought.

I couldn’t see myself teaching and omitting the great works of Faulkner, Wright, Shakespeare, Milton, and etcetera that I had grown to love. This is why I loved English. I loved the Canons and I loved to write. It was perfect. But, when I found that teaching would have various stipulations on this subject matter—I was skeptical to continue.

Then, as I have mentioned before, I took a core-education class for credit. It turns out, my love for teaching had not disappeared—it had only hibernated for a couple of years. Now, as I am back on the path of teaching, I was faced to confront this very tough question.

Sure it would be easy for me to use my biased opinion and strictly answer that question with a strong “yes”. But, unfortunately, I can’t do things like that. I don’t enforce my opinion unless it is truly validated, in my mind at least.

So, I took the time to draw some conclusions. The general consensus believes that a profession has the following attributes:

-Extended and extensive education.
-A considerably high salary.
-A certain prestige.
-Certain privileged information.
-Deals with serious “life or death” matters.
-It should be a “calling”.

Overall, teaching does touch upon most of these areas. Although it is obvious that if these are the set standards as to define a profession, then teaching may not be a circle-to-circle fit. Slight exploration seems necessary.

As for extended education, many of my fellow students will argue this one. It becomes frustrating for people to tell us that we don’t have extended and extensive education when it seems like we’ve been in school for a decade. In reality, though… we don’t have as much as education as other professions (for example, doctor, lawyer, and etcetera). It’s just a fact. I do, at this point, figure myself to be an intellectual; however, I don't claim to be an expert, yet.

I’m not even going to mention the issue of having a high salary. We all know that teachers make a meager living. Although, this does seem to be changing (as many of these issues are, actually).

As for prestige… well, just like the salary, teaching is becoming more and more prestigious, believe it or not.

Teachers are definitely not given privileged information. Any signs of child-abuse (etcetera) and teachers turn from mentor to tattle-tale.

It’s not hard to argue that teachers deal with serious matters, though. Come on, we have your childrens’ lives in our hands.

Again, it’s not hard to understand that teachers, most of the time, have a true “calling”. There are only certain types of people that can be teachers.

Overall, my final conclusion is that teaching is a semi-profession or a soon-to-be profession. Ask me this question again in ten years, my view will most likely have had changed.

In reality, though, it becomes hard for me to defend my passion when the other students (who in this case is a current full-time teacher) are writing trash such as this:

Teaching is certainly a professeon. Aside from our biased opinionsteaching compares in many ways in terms of required education andcontinued professional development to the other top professions in theworld. Pay is another matter, but that is a result of being within a publicly funded system. It is critical for the continued progression ofour profession that we carry out levels of professionalism in our daily activities. From the way we dress to the way we interact with students and fellow staff members we must remain professional at almost all times. There are certain aspects of thee profession that allow for some relaxed interaction with colleagues, but they are removed from the daily activities of the school. We are professionals no matter how easy the outside thinks are jobs are.

I understand that this person may have written this quickly. But, I think it is very important to use correct grammar and spelling in a “profession” such as the one we are getting involved in. If we want people to start taking us seriously (teaching is a profession), then we have to start taking ourselves seriously. I mean come on, this person should be able to write better than this ("[...] no matter how easy the outside thinks [ARE] jobs [ARE]") I bet you that lawyers and doctors compose themselves in a coherent manor.

One last thing... to be honest, this was not the worst of all of the entries… Cheers, folks.

What do you think? Am I being too harsh? I'm sure this person is a great teacher...

It Just Happened...

2007-03-05T09:18:00.000-08:00

It’s been a while, I know. I have some good news, though: I’ve been writing again.

It’s been a while since I sat down and wrote for pleasure (besides the content on this blog). I was really mortified when the fire stole my first work. I called it The Interview. I really do think that I was on to something significant with that piece. It ended up being (as a working copy) approximately 300 hand-written pages. It was my baby.

Since the devastation that was the fire, though, I haven’t been able to convince myself to start something of that magnitude again. I want to make sure, this time, that I really go above-and-beyond. From here on out, I’m doing all work via computer. I wish I had a Mac.

So, the story (of how I got to start writing again) goes like this… I couldn’t sleep one night, about a week ago. Maybe those three Redbulls had something to do with that. I got up and, I don’t know why, I just started writing, planning. I couldn’t stop either; it was incredibly bizarre. I created a storyboard of how my story was going to plan out, the narration, focalization, and voice I was going to use, the significance of characters, everything… Now, almost a week later, I’m blessed with having all this work. It’s incredible.

I’m so overwhelmed this semester, as I have stated before, but I can’t let this go. I don’t really have an explanation for it, either.

So, I’ve decided that I’m going to start working on that more intently, with all of the free-time (ha! I don’t even know what free-time is!) that I have. I would hate to dismiss this blog, though. So, although I haven’t decided 100% yet, I may post some parts or pressing issues that pertain to my writing this piece. I think that you folks would be able to help me work through this. (Just like some of the input I got from this post.) Plus, it would be quite an interesting grouping of posts to look at after I’m done.

So that’s what’s going on, folks. I’ll keep you updated, I think…

Cheers.

Withholding My Brilliance

2007-02-26T11:55:00.000-08:00

Well, the good news is that I’m not incredibly sick anymore. The bad news is that I didn’t even get to celebrate my birthday because I was comatose all weekend. I’ll get over it.

It’s been a while since I’ve written, and I’ve had a lot of good ideas that I wanted to post about in the past couple of days. I guess my lack of blogging had something to do with the fact that I couldn’t stop coughing, even for one minute. Do you know what that’s like? It’s not fun.

This is frustrating to me and something worth writing about all in its own. Why is it that all of my best, most intelligent ideas are always the ones that I forget? It sounds pretty asinine, but I would admit that every time I have a significant issue to write about, I’m not near any particular medium to cement this idea.

I used to carry around a little memo pad in my back pocket, and, to this day, I still have a pen with me at all times. But, even when I have a “revelation” and write down notes to help initiate the thought process later, I never can grasp the full initial intention. Also, there are just some places where it’s not as practical to take out my pen and pad to write (I.e. while I’m on the lift heading up the mountain).

This, as one could imagine, becomes very frustrating. It really upsets me and may even lead to a rant on my blog one day. I would love to come up with some ways to avoid this; however, as I said before, bringing a pad and pen along with me hasn’t helped thus far. Does anyone else have any other suggestions? I’d hate to withhold society from my brilliance. Ha.

I guess, ultimately, there is no way to truly remember all of our “great” ideas. For this reason, I try to blog everyday. In doing this, it becomes hard to omit any idea that I may (or may not) have.

Well I guess that’s all I have for today, folks. Cheers.

To Vent, Or Not To Vent

2007-02-21T07:46:00.000-08:00

It’s really astounding how much I blog. I wake up in the morning and I blog. Before I go to bed at night, I blog. While I’m eating pizza in the morning, pizza in the evening and pizza at supper time… I blog. (This will happen when you are an author on three separate blogs.) Throughout all of this blogging I’ve come to find an interesting circumstance.

I was talking to someone yesterday and she asked me if I ever blog just to vent. And, I guess, my answer to that is… no (?). When I first started blogging as a freshman in college, I used LiveJournal as my blogging service. It was on this blog that I really just wrote to assert my emotions.

Now, though, things are different. I guess I got caught up in this whole “learning environment” idea (thanks, Will Richardson). I use blogging to further my addiction to learning. Not just learning as proposed by education. But learning as is the definition of learning.

I write about things that I’m familiar with, things that mean a lot to me, but I don’t necessarily know everything about. You see, I’m not an expert (yet) on any particular subject; however, the best way to become an expert is to *duh* keep learning.

So, most people who meet me understand that I’m one of the Nets’ biggest fans (self-proclaimed, of course). I tend to write about the NBA a lot, because I enjoy learning about it. The same thing goes with education. I’ve been studying literature for well-over five years now. I’m just starting to take core pedagogical classes. So, most of what I am interested in disperses from these facets. This is why a lot of my blog posts deal with the aforementioned areas.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I do blog, still, just to vent sometimes. Usually, though, these don’t get published. Consider this post. I wrote this poem just because I like to write poetry, and I appreciate all feedback (although, more comments would be nice). The issues that the poem takes hold of are issues that were plaguing me; therefore, I guess you could say that I used this medium to vent—right?

I really do believe that blogs can be incredibly beneficial. I’ve been boring anyone and everyone who reads this blog with this information for months now. But, basically, I can’t help but try to help expand my learning environment to others. Whew! I feel as if I’m beating this subject to death. So, on that note… later, folks. Cheers.

Who Knew? Shaq Can Dance Too!

2007-02-20T08:11:00.000-08:00

I had to post this video.

Graphic Novels? Yay or Nay?

2007-02-19T08:54:00.000-08:00

Now that I got basketball out of my system for a little while, it’s time that I wrote on something a little more important (ah… who’s to say what is important anyway?). As I stated here, I went home this weekend to celebrate my birthday with my family—even though it isn’t until Friday.

[Side Note: I’m not one of those people who are constantly reminding others of when his/her birthday is; however, I also didn’t want people to think that they forgot it because that’s annoying. It’s kind of a “lose-lose situation” for me.]

Anyway… When I was home, I noticed, while watching television, that there is actually a big buzz about graphic novels. Now, in one of my classes specifically, I’ve been experiencing this genre, and I must admit that I’m quite impressed. Some argue that the pointlessness of such an immature read is overwhelming. I, on the other had, believe that these types of books could prove to be quite efficient when used as a gateway into bigger and better reads.

As a future educator, I find it appalling that some parents would rather their children be lectured about a book that I have introduced to them, then have them actually learn something through a more progressive philosophy.

While children are in high school, it’s easy to guess that they have “other” things on their minds. Paying attention to my monotone voice in class is close to impossible. But, if I can create an active learning environment and actually gain some interest—well, then, we’re on to something.

What about the kid who will overtake his father’s business and will never need formal education to succeed? It will be, without any doubt, more difficult to gain the attention of such a student. This is where graphic novels come into play. If we are able to allow them a peek into what the world of literature holds for them, then I’m more than confident that they will be hooked. This holds true for all students that are having a hard time reading.

Reading not only helps critical interpersonal learning skills, but this practice will also help critical analyzation skills; this being an asset that would help anyone in everyday life. Not to mention the stories can be used as life lessons. The benefits are priceless; I’m sure I don’t need to explain further.

I’ve read two graphic novels within the past couple weeks. American Born Chinese has obvious characteristics that would deem it easily teachable and the same goes for Persepolis. I recommend both of this books to anyone and everyone.

I’ve always had a passion for literature, which is why I, myself, was skeptical at first when it came to graphic novels; however, I now understand the promise that they carry along. Not to mention I’ve read about five or six now, and they all are incredible. The mesh of the art of two different mediums has such a profound effect.

What do you folks think about graphic novels? Cheers.

Dunk Contest

2007-02-18T15:49:00.000-08:00

I just got back to good ol’ Cortland after a refreshing weekend home in the Hudson Valley. I don’t have much time to post, considering I’ve put my work aside this weekend when I really should have been concentrating on it, but I did want to write, quickly, about the NBA dunk contest last night.

First off, I would say that even people who don’t truly enjoy basketball could get into this sexy event. You’re right, probably not. But those who do enjoy the NBA, like me, would definitely not have missed the flashy affair. It was a disappointment this year, though.

I’m really getting tired of Nate Robinson. Most of the people who have met me would know that I have a strange obsession with the New Jersey Nets; however, despite the growing rivalry, I don’t hate the Knicks. I do, on the other hand, hate Nate Robinson. He’s unbelievably annoying. This is the second year that this guy is in the dunk contest, and also the second year that he took a mind-boggling amount of time to actually dunk the basketball. I get the appeal of a dude who is 5’9” dunking a basketball, but I can’t really get into it if it takes him ten tries.

The best dunk this year, by far, was Dwight Howard’s “sticker-dunk”. This 6’ 11” power forward created a sticker of his smiling face (the smile for which he is known for) and mid-dunk stuck it as high up on the backboard as he could. It was incredible; the guy defied all gravity laws. Here's a picture of a measurement of how high-up the sticker was placed.

Actually, that picture doesn't truly give that dunk justice. Here take a look at it...

Oh, but he’s the tallest ever in the dunk contest, you say. And, Nate Robinson is only 5’9”, you say. Well let me assure you that it’s just as miraculous that a guy as big as Howard can be agile and flexible enough to “throw it down” as he does as it is for Nate to get all the way up to the rim.

After his tenth or eleventh attempt, Nate finally accomplished some sort of alley-oop 360 dunk. The worst part was that he jumped around like he just hit a game winning shot after what felt like an hour of unsuccessful attempts. It was pathetic.

I’m not going to keep bashing on Nate, because I do appreciate his talents, I guess. The winner, Gerald Green, had some pretty innovative dunks—so, that’s good at least.

There was another guy in it, I think (Tyrus Thomas)? I think the dunk contest is hitting another one of its ruts, and I blame LeBron James. The guy is a natural dunker, and, for some reason, he just doesn’t allow himself to be in the competition. No sweat, though—one year someone will do something incredible (like Vince Carter did in 2000) that will revitalize the classic event.

I assure you that I will post again soon, but I love basketball. Auf weiderschrieben, folks.

Feeding My Addiction

2007-02-16T08:04:00.000-08:00

I don’t know how I find the time to blog…

The good news is: taking the time to aberrate from my regular scholarly studies and write on this personal blog of mine has really helped to ease my mind.

The bad news is: taking the time to alleviate the pressure in my mind is causing the stress levels to increase dramatically.

That’s enough of my whining, right? I really wanted to write to tell about my Fridays.

It’s very curious as to why, stemming from the way that the graduate-level classes are set up, I have an incredible amount of classes on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday but none on Monday and Friday. This is all good and well, but there is one problem with this situation…

Sure I could crawl through the catastrophic middle-of-the-week and tell myself that I’m going to use Mon. and Fri. to “catch up”. But, you see, this never happens. I end up feeling like Eddie does in this post (OK, well I guess I would never push anyone down a flight of stairs—you get the idea, though), and I just use those days to “catch up” on sleep.

Am I the only one that sees it peculiar to not have graduate classes on Fridays? At first I was ecstatic to find that I would never have any classes on arguably the most enjoyable day of the week. But, as it turns out—school-wise at least—it would have been in my best interest to stretch these classes out and have more time during the “hell days”.

I’m slight befuddled on this fact. I’ve mused over it a lot, actually; for no other reason than the fact that I don’t enjoy the idea that I may lack information on any certain subject (what a weird pet-peeve, right?). I hate that I don’t understand why one needs to use certain formulas in certain situations in mathematics. I guess that’s why I try to stay as far away from that as possible.

Anyway, my hypothesis on this situation is the idea that most traditional graduate students have a full-time job and a family at home. Also, I’m not 100% positive but I think that many traditional graduate students may have a young child at home; doesn’t Elementary school get let out at noon or something like that on Fridays? I thought it was everyday, but in having this conversation with another classmate, I found that this may only happen on Fridays. Any input on this, folks?

Ultimately, it is what it is. I can’t change how good ol’ Cortland chooses to schedule their classes. I was just feeding my addiction for knowledge, I guess.

Oh, and I also wanted to mention that when I do keel-over from the stress this semester, I plan on taking my 360 with me. So, Andy and Brooks, you guys can stop arguing (like you always do). HA! Cheers.

P.S. Anyone want to buy me this?

Wasting Time

2007-02-13T11:33:00.000-08:00

This semester has been a little overwhelming, already. I’m taking four graduate-level classes, working an Assistantship, and helping teach a class. I find myself in the library from approx. 9AM to 9:30PM on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. On Monday’s I usually do work for the assistantship that I have (which I have to put in at least 10 hours a week; this ends up being more like 15-20 with all the side work), and, on top of all of this, I have to help contribute to and maintain the Cortland Downtown Blog. Whew! Not to mention I use Friday and Sunday to catch up on the insane amount of readings I have to do.

I have been able to stay sane, though. I do this through snowboarding. I usually take a time-out on Monday, Friday, and Saturday to head over to the slopes. It’s been really good for me recently. Last night my friends and I headed over to Labrador Mountain for a couple of hours; it was awesome because there was no one there really. We basically had the entire park to ourselves.

The good news: we all were having stellar runs, hitting all of the jumps, rails, etc.

The bad news: we all were injured by the end of the night.

I went off of one of the jumps and landed so hard and flat that I felt my brain, heart, and all other major organs jockey out of position for a minute. Everything went white momentarily. I instantaneously won a headache (although that was nothing a little Ibuprofen couldn’t fix), and my chest still hurts today (it’s getting kind of scary, actually). Does anyone know if this is a bad thing?

Maybe I should have a doctor check it out? I told my girlfriend that I would head over to the doctor’s office today, but I probably won’t do that at all. I’m in the library, waiting for a class to get out so I can use the computers to print off some documents that I will need for class. (I’m actually a little ahead of schedule today because I did some work on Sunday.)

I guess this post was just to organize my thoughts for today. Cheers.

Let's Not Get Too Hasty

2007-02-11T19:50:00.000-08:00

So, after searching through Tecnorati for a while, I came across an interesting site called Blog Soldiers. I’ve really come to enjoy blogging for myself, and I’ve found that using sites such as Blog Explosion and Blog Soldiers really help for exposure.

I would recommend that anyone whom is fond of blogging but is having a hard time in locating feedback check out one of the aforementioned sites; I personally prefer Blog Soldiers. I am a blog soldier.

The process is simple. For every two blogs you look at, your site will be exposed once. The more you look at other people’s blogs, the more they will look at yours. So, for the people who seem to have more time on their hands… these sites are perfect.

I, personally, am quite busy this semester, but I still manage to find a half-hour on the weekends to check out some other people’s blogs. I think it is absolutely necessary for the purpose of creating a blogging community. What’s the point of having a blog if you’re not going to be utilizing its potential?

Anyway… I am helping teach ENG 307: Computers and the Study of English this semester. It’s going well, and I wanted to share one of the videos that the main professor found.

This is exactly why I try to be as open as I am with blogging. It seems that the “flat world” is really happening now—not in the future. I think the video itself is incredibly profound, but I would also like to point out that the comments that follow it are interesting, as well.

On a side note, I would like to portray my distaste for some of the J-Kidd trade rumors. I don’t side-step the fact that the Nets should rebuild, but I don’t think trading our leader (yes, I'm part of the team) for Chris Mihm, other garbage players, and some picks. Let’s not get desperate, Nets. Cheers.

T.O. (and not the football player)

2007-02-10T07:49:00.000-08:00

It’s been a while since I’ve actually focused on writing something creative; nevertheless, I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to sit down and hatch one of the ideas that have come to my mind.

As I’ve been primarily focusing on literature and pedagogical studies, it’s been hard for me to spend time writing anything else at all for myself. But, despite the fact that I still have a lot on my plate, I figure I'll allot myself some time to work on something(s) to calm my mind. So, amidst all the chaos and flux, I am going to try to post one creative piece a week, here. This will help keep me level, I suppose.

[Side Note: it’s weird when some of the things that a person is passionate about in life (for me reading and writing) are the things that you are studying. I go to school all day, reading and writing about various different cannons, gathering all sorts of personal ideas about what to write about, and then when I get home I have no brain-power left because it has all been exhausted... It's unfortunate, I assure you.]

This is something I wanted to try to experiment with for a while now, and I figure that I will guide my readers (I can say “my readers” because I know people read this blog, even though they disrespect it and don’t comment) through my personal writing process. Therefore, as I write this poem, and when this is published, I would suggest that it is far from complete. I am a firm believer in the idea that a work of writing is NEVER finished. So, here it goes:

Trip

Along Interstate 81: it’s raining-
Hard for Him to validate the gauche-
Strange monotony which buries our hopes

Wipers contrapuntal to the splashing-
Water fogging every move we’ve made-
From here it can’t be that far

“Dude, I’m not feeling like driving-
Anymore burgers left? There are fries everything-
Spilling over into the soggy brown bag”

Listen to the book-on-tape, dude-
Any dummy can understand it Makes-
Time, go faster

Off-Ramp towards NY-Rt.13: damn-
Time we’re back, 2AM awful-
Sounds as if we had no choice but to listen

I can’t believe that we have no class-
Keeps people around here looking better-
Left alone things can get pretty lonely

“Dude, wouldn’t it be bad-
Ass was so tired from sitting down four-
Hours in a car- must be low on gas”

The ride wasn’t as rough this time-
Seems to halt for a while it seems-
We’ll make this trip again, right?

There is not better time for y’all to leave a comment; it would be greatly appreciated if you did. Let me know what you think. I think I'm going to try some creative non-fiction next week. Cheers.

Cell Phones and MY Class

2007-02-09T07:30:00.000-08:00

My original plan was to use this blog solely for personal pleasure outside of the classroom; therefore, I was trying to omit issues concerning my education from this specific blog. However, I have become quite passionate about the subject of technology and pedagogy, and I feel that the idea of the “flat world” could be intriguing for everyone.

I’ll let YouTube start this discussion…

As you can all probably see from this video, it’s hard to justify the usage of cell phones in a classroom. I, as an upcoming teacher who is pro-cell phones in class (I don’t think I’m crazy… there’s more to come to rationalize this), would have had a similar reaction if a student had the audacity to not only keep his/her phone’s ringer on but also talk on it during the middle of class.

I guess, before I go on, it would be necessary for me to explain the “type” of classroom that I would like to create. I envision a total learning environment. I want to teach the students, and I want to learn from the students. The first day of classes I will queue up my classroom website which will have links to the class blog, the class wiki, an iMovie of what we will be creating with iMovie, and the some of the hundreds of titles that will be available for the students to read for book club (as well as other things, obviously). I can see a cell phone, which 99.9% of students have these days, being helpful rather than hurtful. Let’s help the students by teaching them how to utilize the aspects of their lives that aren’t going to disappear (cell phones, social networking, etc.).

From the video below we can see that students are aware of when and when not to use their cell phones. A video like this could also be helpful in teaching a sensitive area such as cell phone use, MySpace, and so on.

I guess my primary point is this: instead of pushing away from things that make teaching difficult we, as educators, should embrace them. No matter what happens, students will use their cell phones, they will go on MySpace and Facebook, and they will use ALL of the sites on the internet.

Driving a car can be very dangerous especially when you’re just learning… that doesn’t mean that we don’t let students learn how to drive, right?

Let me know what you folks think about this. Cheers.

Hmm...

2007-02-06T11:49:00.000-08:00

I found this video and it automatically struck my attention. I haven't had time to really look into this website; however, when I get some more time I will definitely check it out.

For now, though, what do you think about this video?

Anxious

2007-01-22T08:20:00.000-08:00

The best thing about the first day of classes (for most) is that they usually don’t last for the entire scheduled period. I guess this is entirely too unfortunate for all of the happy, yet naïve, college students who are paying for this loss of time. Ignorance is bliss, I guess.

For me, today, I’m on the opposite end of the spectrum. As it usually goes, students have about a week to “drop/add” their classes based upon changes in program, load quality, and overall like/dislike of a specific class. Professors usually don’t take attendance during this week, for obvious reasons.

I am experiencing the latter; I need to drop/add classes and I don’t know which to take. This semester marks the official switch from the MA to the MAT program for me and because of this I am without definite classes. I am waiting for a response from my new “advisor” as so I can figure out what I need to do; hopefully without getting too far behind.

[Side Note: It’s a bittersweet change. I know I am making an intelligent career decision but at the same time I am going to miss the English classes that fueled my passions.]

So as most students crave for the opportunity to be able to legally miss class, I am pretty upset that I don’t have a schedule right now, and I am not pleased to be missing anything that I am paying for. It’s like people who try snowboarding for the first time—they pay $30 for the lift ticket and $20 for rentals—they find out that this process is much harder than they would have imagined; they do one run. For $50 I’m going to go down that slope more than once, that’s for sure.

I write to calm my nerves. Cheers.

Trivial

2007-01-17T09:28:00.000-08:00

“It’s safe to say I really don’t know a think, but I choose to believe.”
--Dustin Kensrue

It’s finally starting to feel like winter around here. I’ve been miserable lately; I can’t explain it either. I haven’t been able to read the books that, during the semester, I was dying to read. I had high aspirations to start working on the novel that I’ve been pushing aside for six months now.

This struggle seems to be a little more of a personal foofaraw. Let’s just hope that it is trivial.

For the first time I went to the slopes by myself, for a couple of runs. I’ve come to find out two things from doing this:

It’s not a big deal to go snowboarding on your own.
Just like taking a long drive, the tranquility of the lift and the isolation of snowboarding without distractions is a great time to think. Between the river and the ravens, right?

Some of the things that I mused through while on my own:

I’m hoping to be more ostentatious.
Having a snowboard that actually fits you makes it much more enjoyable.
My problems with writing.

I’m trying to become more pretentious as to not hide my greatness (see it’s working already). Sometimes I think of things and keep them to myself and smile—giving people the benefit of the doubt; for what reason do I do this though? Here comes that notion of tact again.

It seems that there is a greater debate as to whether height has a true bearing on the size of a snowboard that one should use. A couple of years ago, when I bought my first snowboard, I was told that it should stand equal to the height of my nose (or a little bit less). This past year when I bought a new one I was told that snowboards don’t know height (leaving weight as the bigger--but not only-- determiner) So my newest installment is a 154 while my original was a 164. I must admit that snowboarding is not only more fun, but much easier for me this year. The incompetence of snowboard salesmen and online references which all seem to butt-heads in the proper technique of choosing your hundred-dollar investment is why I will now choose to be more pretentious.

As for my writing problems… I guess I’ve just come to terms that I’ll never be a famous writer. Check that—it’s like McDonald’s’ catch phrase “hey, it could happen!” Plus, maybe someone will find my work after I’m dead. I’ll be a legend.

I’m trying to find out what is different in my life now that is retarding my writing process. Could it be that…

I have a true life goal
I’m spending much more time with my girlfriend
I don’t know why, but I believe.

I don’t know what is impeding my writing, but I do know that I will fight it and win. But, for whatever reason, I’ve decided to put my novel on the backburner for a while. Blogging will suffice. Cheers.

The Young and Naive

2006-12-21T09:36:00.000-08:00

It’s decidedly becoming a struggle to find the words for me to explain the importance of blogging; I can’t keep reiterating it enough. Especially when I hear an asinine comment like:

Let me preface this by saying that I won't ever use words like "blogosphere," or pretend that my opinion is in some way fresh, exciting, or relevant to anyone who does not know me personally. I am creating this 'blog' (what a faggy word) in order to actively fuck with my friends who also have 'blogs.' I believe the practice of famous 'bloggers' linking to each other's entries in order to create some false sense of traffic is both pathetic and impotent, in the grand scheme of things. Actually, in the fucking small scheme of things too. (Andy’s Blog)

I don’t have the time nor the energy to keep explaining the importance of this to the “cool” people; however, I will link to my school blog in order for those who think as Andy does to check out an extensive collection of posts (and other blogs) which proves my point. Because everyone’s “opinion is in some way fresh, exciting, [and] relevant to [everyone] who does not know [you] personally” regardless of how faggy a word blog is.

Don’t worry ya’ll will get it eventually—hmmm… maybe you’re witnessing the value of a blog already.

As for the Tucker Max dilemma… Well, first off, I may have misguided my words if people are assuming that I believe that he is making his stories up, or that I consider him a bad storyteller. This is certainly not the case. My previous post only deemed this man a bad writer—which he is. I believe this detail to be self-explanatory.

I knew the TM phenomenon was going to be brought back up again. Here’s how it goes in my eyes. TM is a regular old guy who depicts his life 1,000 times cooler than what it really is. That’s cool, though. One can’t argue with his recent success and fame, right?

The reason I even decided to write on this subject was because of the fact that I was reading through his forum and read statements like:

He’s one of the greatest writers of our time. period. (TM Forum)

Someone actually wrote this. So, on my blog, I decided to torpedo this idea by showing that he is a good exaggerator and storyteller but nothing else. But, I guess I was a little misunderstood.

Ultimately though, I am still surprised at the stories he tells—and I enjoy reading them. I just got his book a couple weeks back; it is very entertaining. I don’t know if I will every label myself a Tucker Max fan, though. I think Andy has WAY better stories. This is one I think he wrote for a creative writing class. He has better and I think they’re coming soon (I want to read the bed-shitting story).

I just want to throw in one more facet going back to the lying posts that Ed and I wrote. Andy hit the nail on the head when he wrote:

However the problem with Ed's approach, and the reason he will be labeled as an asshole, is a lack of tact when telling the truth. When a girl asks if she looks bad in a pair of pants, and she does, saying "Yes you look fucking ugly" would be the truth. And you'd be an asshole for telling her the truth in that way. There is obviously a more tactful way of letting her down- Well, sweetheart, I just don't think it's your style. But I like when you wear ______.

See? You told the truth, but you are also NOT an asshole (Andy’s Blog)

It seems that Andy and I are in complete accordance on this situation, and Andy does a good job of exposing the need for tact. Kudos, Andy.

That’s it for now, folks. Cheers.

Smack That

2006-12-20T11:33:00.000-08:00

A brief note on current music: I’ve been hearing a lot of nugatory rants on the uselessness of modern rap music. If you recall my older Blogger blog (which I would link to if it hadn’t been mysteriously deleted) I also mentioned my hatred for the simple and pointless lyrics of new-age hip-hop. But I digress…

Lyrics are made for the simplicity and complexity of one’s mind. I suppose writing lyrics is just like writing in general; the writer must keep his/her audience in mind. Well, for what it’s worth, I believe that rappers have done a good job at this. While I, and some of my other friends, would not necessarily buy into the “pointlessness” of the lines in the new Jay-Z lyrics (as Dave points out) this doesn’t mean that they are going unnoticed or even unloved.

Actually, I was watching the girls varsity basketball game last night at Wallkill High School, and I actually heard one of the college-aged guys in the stands sing this lyric: “smack that… all on the floor” (or whatever the real lyric may be) and follow this outburst with a statement that I found to be irritating and profound; he said, and I quote, “this guy is a fuckin’ genius.”

Pissed. I was irritated—what the hell was this guy talking about!? He just sang one of the most meaningless and unfledged songs that I have ever heard. But, alas, I was wrong—at least too callous.

Just because there is no underlying meaning and juxtaposition doesn’t mean that the song doesn’t fulfill its purpose, right? Music to me is something very sacred; music to most people is very personal. Who am I to judge what good lyrics are or not. Maybe a person would enjoy music without imagery, metaphor, allusions, and substance. I suppose the “smack that” guy is right—maybe that rapper is a genius. He seems to have done something right. Who’s to say what the quota of a true genius is.

Life is filled with opinions, right? Well, I, personally, could never get into this new-age jargon that is hip-hop. But, that doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate and recognize what these entrepreneurs are doing. I could even mention that I used to be a big fan of rap music, and that a current hypothesis of mine combines immaturity with the artlessness of these lyrics (there’s another time and place for that discussion).

There’s only one sentence that I can write to end this post:

I’m with Dave—in my opinion, he’s right—but, I won’t let my outlook fog true verity. Cheers.

Hidden Literacies

2006-12-18T14:04:00.000-08:00

Being the die-hard Nets fan that I am, I usually read about ten articles a day that pertain to my favorite NBA basketball team.

As I read through the articles on the Nets Daily website today, one, in particular, stuck out. This article is one that investigates the weird hobby that reserve center Mikki (pronounced: Mikey) Moore has. Mikki has six different snakes which he loves. This is interesting in itself but not what I decided to write about today. No, the most interesting part of this article was in written, in extremely small print, at the bottom of the page.

After reading the article, which was very intertaining (a word that I’ve decided to create, a mix between ‘interesting’ and ‘entertaining’) in itself—how could it not be with all of those Snakes On A Plane jokes—I noticed that there was small print after the article that read:

To find reference information about the words used in this article, hold down the ALT key and click on any word, phrase or name. A new window will open with a dictionary definition or encyclopedia entry.

Why not give it a whirl, right. It was awesome. It’s like every single word on this page was a hyperlink to some New York Times database. I can’t help but think how this new kind of literacy could be intensely handy in a classroom (and out of the classroom for that matter). It’s a new way to learn which would appear (at least in my case) to be very efficient.

Very interesting… more coming later. Cheers.

A Flat McDonald's

2006-12-17T18:38:00.000-08:00

My situation as of right now has been quite disheartening for me. Fortunately for you, I won’t bore you with my life predicaments. Unfortunately for me, these issues will continue to arise until I’m blessed with a full-time job. Anyone want to hire a hard-working, aspiring, writer/teacher?

The despondency of my day started off with waking up at 6:30AM only after going to bed at around 3:00AM. After a grueling, hour-long, drive to the Palisades Center in Rockland County (to drop my girlfriend off with her father), with Brooks, I was in great need of nourishment. Being the high-class American that I am, I decided to make a quick stop at the ever-healthy and attractive McDonald’s.

The flat world strikes again! As I’m walking out of the restaurant, after voraciously devouring a bacon, egg, and cheese on a biscuit, I noticed a small, red, sign that read: McD’s is WiFi. I was quite shocked. Now I can fulfill my greasy-food quota while writing to all of you wonderful folks, sweet.

On the way out, Brooks mentions that this is the worst possible place to have wireless internet available. While I definitely wouldn’t want any grease all over my new computer, I don’t necessarily agree with Sir Christopher. Personally, I would like to have internet access everywhere I go. I would like it in the car; I would like it in the bar; I would like it while I’m eating; I would like it while I’m sleeping. Sorry, I had to do it.

This is where we will be in the years to come, folks. At first I was upset spending $5.71 on a mediocre egg sandwich and a hash brown that will eventually be the death of me, but after finding that McDonald’s is taking the proper steps forward that most businesses should be taking—it was easier to swallow.

Who am I kidding…? McDonald’s breakfast is delicious.

I've investigated this and it's relativity to Cortland, NY on the Cortland Downtown Blog. Check it out. Cheers.

The Color of My Sin: Please Come Home

2006-12-13T07:22:00.000-08:00

I’m not going to prevaricate. I love a lot of diverse music. But, for whatever reason, Thrice has always struck a chord with me. Lyrics are of paramount consequence when I’m choosing a song. I can’t listen to all of the new-age rap music because of the horrendous lyrics (there’s a colossal opinion for ya’ll). I was fortunate enough to get Dustin Kensrue’s (the lead singer of Thrice) new solo CD entitled Please Come Home almost two months before it was released! I know… I’m the man.

If you bought the CD yesterday it also came with three Christmas song covers which he did for the Holidays. It’s like winning a million dollars and then them telling you that there’s a car parked out back and the keys are in it.

I’ve had this album for a total of 12 hours and I’ve already listened to it four times (no, really) all the way through. It is truly incredible; an epic decision in my life. The music is so much different than anything that Thrice would produce, but the lyrics are Thrice-esque—I guess this would have something to do with Dustin writing the lyrics for both…

The track listing is as follows:

Track 1: I Knew You Before
Track 2: Pistol
Track 3: I Believe
Track 4: Please Come Home
Track 5: Blood & Wine
Track 6: Consider the Ravens
Track 7: Weary Saints
Track 8: Blanket of Ghosts

The three special holiday tracks are:

Track 9: Please Come Home for Christmas
Track 10: Go Tell It on the Mountains
Track 11: Silent Night

Thus far, I would have to say that “Pistol” has been my favorite. It’s genius, and I won’t ruin it by attempting to describe it. It’s not just a love song, folks.

This CD has been on my mind for a while and I wanted to publish a blog on this subject so I will be able to reminisce and remember the passion I first had for this album. Go buy it, now—well, when it comes out. Cheers.

The Quest For Feedback

2006-12-13T06:49:00.000-08:00

Content appears to be the most tricky facet in writing a weblog. Some bloggers believe that the easiest way to get past this obstacle is to depict his/her day. This premise works wonders if you happen to boast an interesting life, or if you’re talented at the art of exaggerating. I’m prepared to bet that most bloggers won’t get significant feedback (in the form of comments, e-mail, whatever) when writing about their day.

Sally writes: So after I got home from my final I decided to go shopping. Ah, but DAVE called, and he’s such a hunk, so I decided to stay and hang out with him. It was so Romantic.

Even if you were someone who was friends with Sally and Dave—there’s not much you can say to respond to this uncomplicated post. That is unless you’re Dave’s current girlfriend. I appreciate the audacity of bloggin’ anyway, though.

So we’re back to the dilemma of what to write a propos. Well, there’s no real answer to that. A couple of the blogs that I read regularly have been MIA. I understand that finals week has muffled the blogosphere and I use that as an excuse for myself, but the only way to get better at something is to do more of it, right? Well I’m not a fascist dictator and I’m often left with blank spots on this very same category but I do know that I used to write about my day… It didn’t work out for me, as you would probably surmise.

I would recommend, again, this book. And also, I would like to implement a new, and soon to be trendy, phrase which is: when in doubt, blog it out. I’ll let you take what you would like out of that. “Go tell it on the mountain…”

That’s it for now, folks. Cheers.

Billions Of Minds Are Better Than One

2006-12-04T20:31:00.000-08:00

I remember a couple of years ago when I created my first blog. It was a LiveJournal blog, and it didn’t go so well. I wasn’t discussing anything of importance (or was I? Read on...). Most of my posts consisted of what I thought to be unsystematic thoughts that made with no sagacity, daily occurrences that I was certain no individual was concerned with, and my personal deliberation of intelligence. Back then (I write that like it was fifty years ago) blogging wasn’t “cool” at all. Now, though, it’s really starting to pick up. Two of my very good friends, Brooks and Eddie, have both stepped into the blogosphere; both of these blogs are quite impressive. On my educational blog, which has been set up didactically, I have been asked as to what the definition of a blogger really is.

Wow. I’ve been exploring this inquiry for a couple of weeks now. I’m actually publishing to this blog instead of the more appropriate blog for a number of reasons. Mainly because I haven’t truly figured out what it means to be a blogger. I guess consistent writing is of utmost importance, but does that make me a blogger? I digress to Wikipedia (my new savior).

This site labels a blogger as “a contributor to a blog or online journal.” I can live with that. Or can I? I would actually like to argue that there are some people who consistently publish ideas as to which I care nothing about. Then again, I’ve found useful information in stranger places.

I continue to stress over the idea that I would like to believe that there is more to a blogger than someone who regularly maintains a web log. After careful consideration, though, I would argue that there isn’t. No, the learning network that blogging in general creates is huge. Everything and anything that anyone has to say can and, most likely does, have informational worth. A blog that deals strictly with movie reviews is valuable for obvious reasons. But, a high school boy who anonymously keeps a blog outside of the classroom only to vent is precious on many different levels.

Psychologists are already studying why people write blogs, and I wouldn’t be surprised that if in upcoming years psychologists are studying blogs to explore individual people. Just as we explore the literature of famous authors as a view into their lives. More and more people continue to jump aboard the blog train; for a blogaholic like me (I maintain three blogs) this is encouraging. I’ve studied and recognized the educational value of blogs and I hope that more and more people become in tune to this revelation.

I know I got off on a sort of tangent there, but, overall, it seems easy for me to label anyone who jots down his/her ideas onto a blog, regularly, is indeed a blogger. This question seems to echo a similar question mark, though: what is a writer? I’ve studied writing on many different levels and I’ve had a blog; I consider myself a writer and a blogger. (I don't believe that a person must "study" blogs in order to become a blogger.) Am I right in making this conjecture? I’m not completely sure, to be honest. All I know is that when I wrote, in the first paragraph of this post, “On my educational blog, which has been set up didactically, I have been asked as to what the definition of a blogger really is” I was actually being redundant. I truly believe, whether intentional or not, that all blogs are created with value for each and every reader. Even my first blog (I would link to it, but it appears that it's been deleted)!

It’s like the common phrase “two minds are better than one”, right? Well, what about millions and millions and millions and millions of minds. Think about it. Cheers.

Liar, Liar, Liar...

2006-12-04T06:32:00.000-08:00

Ed’s recent post has really intrigued me. Understandably I would have to agree with the common consensus and allow lying to be categorized as a character flaw. Although I don’t truly believe that it is a bad habit if you use it correctly. I would argue that lying is a skill. The definition of lying would seem to leave little room for debate. “Intentionally trying to deceive someone” is a hard statement to defend.

Is deceiving someone really a bad thing all the time? If you knew a person whom only had three hours to live, would you let them know? I know I’d let him/her live those three hours without the angst of contemplating and rationalizing death. How about those Full House episodes when DJ lies to get Stephanie out of trouble? [Side Note: Ro MAKES me watch the Full House reruns every Mon., Wed., and Fri. while we eat lunch.] “No Dad, Stephanie wasn’t out driving around with those high school kids!” It appears less of a vindictive act when it can be used positively, right?

On the other end of the spectrum, we have Eddie’s idea. He’s not going to lie at all, and, while this is very valiant of him, he will get labeled, as he so correctly identifies, as an asshole. It’s unfortunate. This reminds me of the movie Liar, Liar. “What’s up,” says one of Jim Carey’s character’s co-workers. While trying as hard as he possibly can to hold it in, Carey bursts out and says, “Your cholesterol, FATTY!” What’s worse: calling out a character flaw, or using one of your own to control it?

As long as I can remember I’ve been taught that lying is bad. Well, I guess anything is bad for you in excessive amounts. But, in reality, we need to understand what we’re dealing with. I’m not always going to go by what other people have told me. Sure, lying CAN be bad, but that doesn’t mean that it IS bad. That’s what I think, how about you? Cheers.

Leave of Absence

2006-11-30T19:45:00.000-08:00

The brief hiatus in blogging has been fueled by an overwhelming end-of-the-semester rush. I have compiled a list of intriguing topics which I hope will spark fiery debate when I return to what I have so rightfully labeled my personal blogosphere. I suggest two blogs to occupy your time while I am on a brief sabbatical; they are Brooks’ and Will Richardson’s blog. Check ‘em out. Cheers.

For your viewing pleasure:

Halloween '06

Cut-It-Out

2006-11-06T11:52:00.000-08:00

I found this interesting. Maybe all of you who tell me you have issues finding something to write about in your blogs would find this book handy. Definitely subscribe to her blog; it’s quite entertaining.

I want to see the movie Borat regardless of her post. Pshh... she's only famous among dozens anyway. Damn. Same here. I don't really know how I feel about the t-shirts on this site, either. Or her feminism for that matter...

But, still.

I know I'm Lucky

2006-10-23T22:25:00.000-07:00

This sucks: My car needs a new exhaust from the catalytic converter back; I have to make an iMovie by… tomorrow; I can’t find the passion to re-write my novel; There is substantial evidence supporting the fact that no one will know who I am for Halloween; I spilled my water at dinner; I stepped in the spot where I spilled the water at dinner while wearing nothing but socks; I have a lot of papers due at the end of the semester; I don’t know what mountain to buy a season pass to; I don’t have enough money; I can’t seem to beat Kid Chameleon; It’s not my game in NBA; The Nets don’t have their first game for another week; The Yankees were eliminated in the first round; Paul Shirley was cut by the Timberwolves (play for the Nets, son!); Hunter S. Thompson’s last collection of letters doesn’t come out until November, now; I am craving a new Thrice album; Lily is sleeping; I have to wake up early to go to the library; The lady called me and told me that they didn’t have Eddie’s Halloween costume, for the second time; The vacuum cleaner is clogged; I have to sleep alone tonight; It’s starting to get cold and I don’t have a winter jacket; Josh Boone is hurt; Eddie House is hurt; I can’t figure out how to insert a blog onto the Cortland Downtown Project website; I have class until 7PM tomorrow; I have class until 9:30PM on Thursday; The Brand New concert is so far away; My computer may have a virus; I need new shoes, but I have to go to Ithaca to get them; I don’t have enough money; I have to do laundry; I ate all of the Reeses Peanut Butter Cups out of my Halloween mix; I don’t think I do enough exercise; I’m drinking rum and coke by myself; Nicole couldn’t come through; it’s 1:00AM and I’m not tired; I can’t get past level 14 in Tetris; There are only 6 people in my fantasy basketball league so far; I can’t figure out what skis to buy Rosie; I’m not with Rosie right now; Rosie lost Bianca; People don’t even know how to sign up for fantasy sports without my help; I’m going to be hungry tomorrow and I wont’ be able to eat until 7PM; I don’t know everything; I study, and I study, and I still make mistakes; I have to read a boring story by Seamus O’Kelly; I need a haircut and I can’t get to the barber because of my car (or lack there of); I have to fill out 20 forms to get health insurance, for free, after the new year; Lily’s water bottle is messed up; I lost in fantasy football, again; I don’t have a good running back; I don’t have a Chihuahua; I haven’t seen my parents in a long time; My brother goes to Ithaca, and I never get to see him; I don’t have classes Mon., Wed., or Fri., but I still have a ton of school work to do on those days; I have three blogs; There are no more hot dogs; The red ice pops taste like medicine; I don’t have a Mac, and I need/want one; I lost my signed merch. in the fire; My apt. burnt down last semester; I haven’t played basketball in a long time; I know the truth; Hunter S. Thompson is dead; I haven’t read the Dave Eggers book yet; I can’t download music illegally for some reason; I really want to be a sports writer, but I don’t think I will ever be; I’m 23; I have to move Ed’s car just to get my car out of the driveway; I missed the Flavor of Love recap episode; They only gave me four episodes of Entourage on HBO on Demand; I can’t find my livestrong bracelet; I’m growing up.

I guess I my life is not that bad after all. Cheers.

Touché

2006-10-16T09:27:00.000-07:00

Here’s a question for you: how many people actually read this blog? Check that. How many people actually read any blog? I can guarantee you that I, personally, don’t write a blog for other people to read… but, at the same time, I can recognize how some people would be tentative to publish their ideas online just for individual satisfaction. This is a pressing issue that can only be resolved in time (right?). But, alas, there is hope! Queue tacky superhero theme song. This hope comes in the form of one young man who loves to write: me! I guess what I’m trying to explicate is that I happen to read other people’s blogs, regularly. I enjoy them. So, maybe, there is hope here. Maybe other people are doing exactly what I am. I suppose I could be weird, but, honestly, a lot of people have a lot of fascinating things to say… we just have to give them a chance.

Ah, this reminds me…

As I was, indeed, perusing through my favorite bloggers’ websites I came across a very interesting post by my good friend: ChristopherJ. His blog—a new exploration around the blogging world—seems to have become a place where I find myself daily. It might be because he is my friend, and it also might be because he writes about zombies. Yes, his last post was an attention-grabbing post about the weapon(s) that he would choose if zombies were taking over the world. Check it out: here. So, after I had read this (and you have now also) I must admit that although I applaud his efforts—I have to disagree with young Christopher of Brooks. A pistol and a machete are not the two weapons that I would choose. Not that they aren’t a ‘wise’ choice—I just feel that I have a ‘wiser’ solution for killing some zombies. Allow me to explain…

First off, I must set up some guidelines… just like Christopher did.

Guideline 1: the weapons must be something that could be found in a person’s house. Because, like Chris said, most people will not have an assortment of automatic weapons accessible in his/her basement. If you do happen to have a military stash—well, then, good for you; your zombie battle will be much easier than mine (and you’re lame). Because of this guideline I will stick to only using things that can be found in my apartment.

Guideline 2: we’ll have to be at least mostly realistic; I do realize that we are posing a question about zombies—but, shit, let’s not be party-poopers. When I say realistic, I mean that I can’t go into my chandelier hall and put on a 300 lb suit of armor (how badass would that be!) and then trot, slowly, into the hidden basement of my house to get into the TMNT’s pizza thrower. Pshhh, if this was the case—I would definitely just throw on my bite proof armor and then fling pepperoni, mushroom, and meatball pizza at the living dead while making my escape to a tropical island. It doesn’t work this way folks, not even in the movies.

Guideline 3: the final guideline. Let’s be specific here. Because if this were to really happen, it would be my guess that it would be a quasi surprise. Therefore, I can’t just say I would pick up my pistol and machete, blast the flesh-eaters to hell, and then run away untouched. Not only does that make a weak story—but, come on—you and me, we aren’t superheroes.

Given the interest that subject has had on me—I decided to do this as if it was really happening—that’s right: as a short story. This may work, but it may not. It will at least keep me from straying from things that would really happen.

OK, so here it goes…

It’s about 6:36 on a Sunday; it’s the beginning of winter. I’m sitting in my living room, with my pet hedgehog on my lap (yes I really do have a hedgehog), watching the end of a Sunday Night Football game. The Raiders are beating the Browns. The game shuts off—a black screen is the cause for my swearing. Then, suddenly, the TV turns back on—only, it’s not the football game anymore—no, this isn’t a game at all. A pale lady with dark black hair screams frantically in the background while the beautiful woman on News Channel 9 nervously stutters about a zombie attack. Her profuse sweating is blatantly smearing her make-up, and she doesn’t care. Zombie attack, HA! I reach for the remote while Lily (my hedgehog) falls off of my lap and onto the couch. Click. Click. Click. I change to about fifteen different channels. They all have this zombie nonsense flooding the screen. I laugh, nervously. This must be the biggest, and funniest, hoax in American history. I figure I’ll call my dad to laugh about it with him. Ring. Ring. Ring. Silence. The dial tone is gone. I start to get worried. So, what do I do then, you ask? I eat. I hop into the kitchen, most literally. Pasta, pasta, pasta, shit—I don’t want pasta. There’s nothing to eat. I grab a depleted box of cheese-its and head back to the couch. After only two dark minutes of watching this hoax I started to get annoyed with the television screen. Fuck this. I kill the TV and violently stand up and head into my even darker room.
I can’t find the light switch on the wall. I know where it is… ah, there, got it. The light flickers on and I hear a violent scream. Damn! I thought I turned that stupid thing off! I head back out into the living room and, to my dismay, I find that the TV is indeed off. Weird. Whatever. So, I head back into my room and sit down on my computer. After about two minutes I had already viewed hundreds of pages that were plagued with “the death hoax.”
“Not this thing too…” I mumbled.
Whatever, I guess I’ll just do some more reading. I pick up Faulkner’s great novel As I Lay Dying, and begin to read. I vaguely hear a faint crash and a moan. Could it be? I slide my fingers in between two sections of my blinds and peer slightly into the street. Whew! It looks as if someone just knocked over the garbage can. I lay back down in bed, with my hands crossed over my chest, thinking about what the hell could be going on. My apartment seems to exhale and all of the power goes out; great. The only light in the room is now coming from where I had just stretched the two sections of my blinds. I sat in my dark room for a second, contemplating what is really going on. I make a rash decision. I’m going to get in my car and head over to my friend Christopher’s place. I’ll just tell him that I want to indulge in a couple Corona’s; not that I’m slightly freaked out. I run over to my couch and pick up the ball of quills that is my hedgehog and place her back into her habitat. I grab my black North Face jacket and car keys and head out into the hallway and down the stairs.
All the street lights are out. I jump into my Honda Civic that is normally white, but because of the lack of light—it almost looks black. I put the keys in the ignition and put in into gear. But, when I grabbed the stick my hand brushed up against my pants pocket and I realized I didn’t have my wallet. Shit. Well, it’s deathly cold outside, so it will be good for me to run upstairs and grab my wallet while the car warms up. So, once again, I make my way up the stairs and back into my apartment. I figured that it wouldn’t be more than two minutes before I was back in my car again…
As I get upstairs, the moaning that I heard earlier was back, only much less faint now. As a matter of fact, it sounded like multiple people moaning now. I look out the window and my face dropped. There was a flood of citizens turning onto Water St; only these were not humans, they were zombies. I was sure of it. My skeptical conscience allowed me a scared and muffled laugh. But, I realized that no one would be able to take a joke this far…
I panicked. I rushed into my dank room and scuffled to find my bag. There it is. I put some clothes and my computer into the bag. I ran into the living room and grabbed Lily out from her cage, right after I had put her food into my bag.
“We need to get out of here girl,” I said while sliding her into the roomy pocket on the side of my bag. But, talking to a hedgehog was not easing my tension.
I jumped back into the living room to get one more peak out of the window before I make way for my car; but, it was too late. The mass of bodies had already made it to my front lawn. I left the downstairs door open! I ran as fast as I could and latched it, just in time to see a snarling, half-eaten, bloody, and hungry face smear up against the glass. I almost pissed myself.
“Oh, fuck this…” I think I said as I ran back up the stairs and locked the door.
For about twenty minutes I debated on what I was going to do. For each minute that passed I heard about sixty brash knocks at my door. I have never been this scared in my life. After I had already put the couch and the foosball table against the door, I knew that I needed to find an escape route—or at the very least, a hiding spot. My bag is tightly secured on my back so I could feel Lily moving around in there; she wasn’t comfortable and it was giving me chills. I jumped out onto the porch and looked at the living dead pounding away at the door downstairs. There are few minutes before they are upstairs. CRASH! Check that: they are upstairs. My adrenaline races and I run into the kitchen.
“What am I going to do; what am I going to do!”
I need to protect myself and then I will be able to find a way to climb through the attic and onto the roof. They’ll never be able to get me up there. I would be able to plan phase two from the roof. So, first I grabbed the rest of the cheese-its, a gallon of water, and some other provisions and threw them from the window onto the roof. The moon was out, so it was easy to see on the roof—it was actually bright up there. I then had a realization. I would need to protect myself. But, I have nothing. Shit. I then had an idea. I would make Molotov cocktails.
“How the hell do you make those?” I asked myself.
Damn. Oh, shit, there has to be enough power left on my laptop for me to be able to look it up online really quick. Just as I powered up my laptop I finally heard the horrible sound of pounding right across the room: on the entrance to my apartment.
I had little time. I grabbed all of the ingredients that I had that were needed to make this household explosive. I threw five Corona bottles, a book of matches, a set of five kitchen rags, and some flammable bleach into a plastic shopping bag. I knew that I was still missing something. The wiki said that I needed gasoline or alcohol to complete this fiery inferno of a bomb. So, as I heard the last bang on the door and the shattering of wood, I grabbed a bottle of Devil’s Spring 160 proof vodka and a bottle of rubbing alcohol and headed out of the window and onto the roof. I was safe, for now. As I made the concoction I was skeptical if it was going to work. But, after only ten minutes I had five professional looking Molotov cocktails. Now all I needed was a plan.
I was out of options, I knew that most of the zombies were in the apartment and there was another wave of them coming down the street. I had to act quickly. I strapped my backpack on my back, gave Lily a piece of her food, threw the plastic bag off of the roof, and went towards the other end. I was going to have to throw three of the cocktails right into my apartment, and two down the street. After that I would just have to make a run for it… unless…
As I peaked over the other end of the roof—towards the driveway—I noticed that my car was still running, and was, oddly enough, unharmed. The zombies must not have noticed it. I had my plan, and now was the time. I looked up towards to moon, and exhaled. Without thinking I took the bag of Molotov’s and hurled one into my bedroom. Shit! It didn’t break. I had no time to cry, so I took another and threw it as hard as I could against the entrance of the apartment while dangling from the roof. There was no explosion but instantly everything set ablaze. Wow. I smiled.
I took two more and threw them into the living room and kitchen; I was just trying to set my house on fire. Then, because of the dud, I only had one for the road. So, I took one baseball hop, and hurled the bottle as far as I could into the street. Before I could even see what had happened I ran as fast as I could and leaped into my neighbor’s bushes.
The branches tore many holes in my skin and I lost my breath. I thought of sitting there and just letting the monsters get me. I was seriously hurt. But, after about three whole minutes (which felt like hours) I managed to pick myself up out of the bush and onto the driveway. I could smell those flesh-eating devils. I held my arm, where the most significant wound was, and limped into my car. It was incredibly warm in there, as it had been running for about an hour now. Once the warm air hit me, I realized how cold it must have been outside—my adrenaline caused me to be able to do all of this in the midst of the winter season. I popped the E-brake and put her into gear. I knew I couldn’t go out through the driveway, so I slammed right through the bushes and into my neighbor’s yard.
I’ve been noticed. I spun the car around and into the street. Riding the clutch, I peeled out and saw a devastating sight. I slam on the breaks. The Cocktail that I had thrown from the roof had been successful; it had kept the zombies back. But, now, the only way out was for me to go through the wave of about 30 zombies. I had no more bombs, and no other weapons—or did I? Fuck it. I decided that a car was as good a weapon as anything else. I reversed to the end of the street, and stopped. Everything was silent, but at least, from the bombs, there was light. Without thinking any further I slammed on the gas and tore a hole into the pavement. I was going about 100 MPH by the time I hit the wall; the wall of zombies that is. Like bowling pins, they fell. But, from the impact my car stalled. I frantically started to turn the key with my sweaty hands. My headlights had gone out, and I dropped the key.
I turned on the dome light of the car and I finally saw the sparkle of the gold part of the key. I picked it up, and with some sort of luck from above, the car started. I slammed the stick into first, and floored my way out of there. Bleeding, tired, hungry, and scared, I drove and drove and drove. Who knows what happens next…but for now, I’ll just drive.

So there you have it, folks. Those are my two realistic weapons. I would make some Molotov cocktails, and I would use my car as a most dangerous ramming device. What do you think, Christopher?

So anyway, I would just like to say, that regardless if anyone is going to read this or not, I had fun writing it; which is why I write a blog. It would be nice for people to read, and comment, but it doesn’t matter to me. Hopefully though, someday, even if it’s just one person, someone will read a blog that they enjoy, which will allow them an entrance into the world that I have discovered. Maybe s/he will actually start writing for themselves. So there you have it. Cheers.

p.s. Sorry about the indentation: blogger won't put them in...

I'm a semi-God, literally!

2006-10-15T14:46:00.000-07:00

Hi, All,

For all those who were entirely too concerned about my Halloween costume predicament, I have some good news. My friends, and I, decided to go with a superhero theme. While I can see how this could be considered to be slightly "lame" and "over-done" I can assure you that we will pull it off, incredibly. So far the line up contains such superheroes as: Wolverine, Batman, Robin, The Flash, Space Ghost (maybe-- he's more of a moch-superhero. Should we allow it?), The Punisher, and Thor. While I would, if anyone would have asked me earlier, have probably guessed that I would have been Batman, or Wolverine-- that is not the case. This year I will dress-up as the ever impressive and mighty Thor. For those of you who don't know who this is (lame-o's) click: here. I was mostly impressed by the fact that I will be able to tote around a giant hammer all night. Yes, I'm bad-ass.

For all of you haters out there (Rosie!), I would like to allow you to apologize now, rather then later. Once you realize how 'cool' (I hate that word) we will ALL be that night-- your skepticism will be turned into envy and embarrassment (for doubting me). Ha, I'm kidding.

Whatever, it’s nice to have that out of the way now and I think we'll have fun. Pictures may follow.

Oh, yeah… I really would have preferred to be the magnificent Nightcrawler; come on, he’s German! I couldn’t find a costume, though. I’m not ambitious enough to make one, so, Thor it is! Cheers!

"The Great Costume Dilemma"

2006-10-11T09:11:00.000-07:00

<---- Could this be us?

You know what truly bothers me: the detail that I still don’t know what I’m going to be for Halloween. This happens each year. I attempt to get ideas early on, be pro-active and get a unique costume; but it all comes untimely. Alas, the same thing is happening all over again this year. I’ve finally figured out “the great costume dilemma” as I’ve come to call it.

I have great ideas. My friends have great ideas. But, the problem is, all of our ideas are, say it with me now, unrealistic. Sure, it could be awesome for all of us to be members of the ninja turtles—but, the children costumes are not only lame, but they wouldn’t fit us anyway. I would love to be Mr. Narwhal from ELF, but I don’t have enough time, or skill, to be making my own narwhal head. I think the two person horse is great, but, let’s be serious.

So this is what happens. I’m stuck here, still, with no costume. I would appreciate any ideas. But, if nothing good comes to me by the end of the week (which is longer than I wanted to wait) I will just cop-out and buy a Ghostbusters costume. I know, mildly unoriginal.

I suppose the smart thing would be for me to be creative, and make my own costume—but, lets be honest, I’m not ambitious enough for that. Somebody save me from this misery. Cheers.

You Down With TEC...nology?

2006-10-11T08:36:00.000-07:00

I’ve noticed a trend. Every morning, I wake up, sit in my bed for about 10 minutes, grab my cell phone and try to beat my high score in Tetris, stumble into my computer chair, turn on the computer, and check my RSS feeds—all while in my underwear. No, it isn’t a pretty sight, but I’ve noticed something about my daily morning routine: technology is everywhere (in my life).

First and foremost, permit me to elucidate how unbelievably shitty it is outside this morning. It’s dark, raining, and cold. Not a good combo to augment my motivation for getting out of bed. But I have become conscious of the reality that checking my e-mail and enhancing my prowess on the New Jersey Nets is, indeed, enough to raise me from the dead. (Although not enough to make me put on some clothes).

OK, so I’m took this class a while ago—it’s called: CSE. It’s a very cool class, but I must admit, it’s a little depressing. It’s a class where they tell us, future educators, that we are old-school, and without updating our technology—we will be left behind, with no jobs. It’s a digital world now, duh.

I’ve have, personally, been exposed to a lot of technological influence while growing up— so the switch into a purely digital world will be much easier, for me. It’s humorous for me when I’m sitting in this class, watching some of the “older” students struggle with simple things, such as recording his/her voice onto the computer. It’s really pathetic. I guess this is why people, like Thomas L. Friedman, are worried that America is going to be left behind…

*Sigh*

Oh, and I’m not done yet. Let me assure you that it gets worse the older the people get. Before I get into this, let me assure you that there are exceptions to every rule: let me explain using specific examples in my classroom. All names have been change, or removed, to protect the innocent. This class is run by two professors; one a woman who has been teaching high school for the majority of her career, and has just recently started to teach college; the second is a man who is proficient (as capable as one can be I suppose) in using modern day technology, and the head of the prof. writing major. The school brought the woman in to help deal with the pedagogical aspect of the class—while, the man, obviously, was here to help us learn about technology. Most importantly, they are both here to help us learn how important technology is.

The saddest part, and the one worth noting, is the fact that some of the people in the class, couldn’t even close an internet window last night. They couldn’t close a window, that’s scary.

I guess my point is this. I wake up every morning and close hundreds of internet windows. I know how to use all of the Microsoft Office and Adobe applications. I’m familiar with RSS Feeds, wikis, blogs (obviously), and more. I feel like most of my friends, with the exception of the wiki and RSS feeds can do the same. So where is the urgency? I’ll tell you. The urgency is to change the "Dr. Oldschool’s" of the world—which won’t be easy. I think current teachers should be taking this class, also. It’s scary: how some people are resistant to change. I’m willing to bet that we, Americans, are amidst another movement (a more modern day Industrial Revolution! People will read about us in textbooks!). We can either roll with it, or be dead set against.

I personally think that everyone should try, at least, to become more tech savvy, as in the very near future, computers will dictate what goes on.

On a side note: if anyone reads this and would like to know what a wiki, or RSS feed, or any of the aforementioned issues above, just leave me a comment. I will do my best. I would also like to recommend The World Is Flat, by Thomas L. Friedman. This is an “eye-opening” read.

OK, now it’s time for me to put on some pants and get some food. Cheers.