Hey, I’m just posting this for the use of those planning to attend the Dec 17, 2008 protest. Hopefully (if I’ve done this right) they will find attached a poster and a flyer that they can print and distribute around town to publicize the event.
PosterFlyer/Info to hand out
Better on ink poster
Protest materials December 4, 2007
A living, breathing… July 12, 2007
Can you think of all the things you’ve ever been wrong about?
Like thinking that ‘tinkle’ was the real word for pee when you were a kid.
Like believing that an undergraduate degree is the end of the line when really it’s an extension of high school and a bridge to grad school.
Like assuming that granola bars are actually healthy for you. What the hell is sodium hexametaphosphate? And why does my Quaker bar have ‘chocolate liquor’ instead of actual chocolate? Start the alcoholics young I guess.
Well, these ‘wrong’ perceptions, there are a million people out there who will tell you they build character. And on a day like today, who am I to argue with them?
Anyways, do you know how many people actually have blogs focused on sociology and their experience of living in a sociologically focused world? It doesn’t matter. But I read some today and I guess I’ll be able to write about that kind of stuff again when school starts up. If anyone’s prof (like mine) is using “Sociological Theory in the Contemporary Era” for a class, it’s almost half price on amazon.ca.
I came across the term Astrosociology for the first time today. Good old wiki breaks it down for us as “the study of astrosocial phenomena, the social and cultural patterns related to outer space” so I guess it’s like identifying sociologically notable interactions within NASA and the way space travel impacts the social landscape. Maybe? I could only find one website on it but, heck, if you’re an astrosociologist I would love to hear from you. Until now, I still thought the space landing was faked but I might be wrong about that.
Final Fantasy X is on hold, Maester Seymour killed me good and there’s been no time. Facebook once again occupies my attention span and is a pretty good substitute for a real social life while I’m stuck in this office. Even my Gumby and Pokey figures look bored.
(Hells yes, I actually own these and they’re on top of my desk right now)
Question of the Week May 29, 2007
If fruit begins to taste like cardboard, is it still good for you?
Does it matter whether or not it’s from California?
Meth rabbits hopped up on sausages May 23, 2007
Alright so I have the job of being an office troll this summer down in the depths of the university where I don’t see the sunlight for days. This is why I have been so obviously silent on the blogfront. The simple root of the problem is that I work isolated in a little office with no coworkers and rarely any neighbours. The most excitement down here is when the door to the dean’s office opens and loud men in business suits walk out talking boisterously on their cell phones. The only human contact I have on a daily basis is with the woman who serves my coffee in the morning and the soci secretary who is here for half days. If I’m lucky, in the afternoon the girl whose office is next to me comes in and slams her door a couple of times, talks on her cell phone, and leaves in an hour. She has never said a word to me but I’m lonely enough to strike up a conversation about the weather (the weather, which constantly fascinates me as a topic for small talk because it’s always available but constantly annoying). By the end of the day, I feel as though I have lost the ability to communicate or even act in a social way, bleck, so how could I inflict that on blog readers? Well, I will anyway.
I’ve set the computer radio station to CBC Radio 3 and refuse to take more paid time to search for a station that is completely hip hop free – I swear that is the only problem with Canadian independent music, thank you Rascalz. And go figure, when I finally break down and get a membership so I can make my own playlist full of the Weakerthans and Malajube, they only play songs that would make anyone’s left eye twitch.
A huge part of my job is to find information. Basically, I’m like a highly modified search engine that comes with bonus printing, stapling, and label making skills. I’ve been gleaning UK and Swedish websites for all information about their disability policies but I’ve noticed that when you’re surfing the internet with an academic purpose, even the most mundane things will obliterate your concentration. In my free time, I’ve gotten to the point where I can limit myself to watching a few elite youtube videos and skim over all the prolefeed. But here at work, well I’ll watch anything. I watched a video that was a guy standing with a black background doing sign language that explained an employment policy. No sound, just sign language, obviously good for someone who can understand it but I think I was just having a google burnout moment. If I had coworkers, my job would make me feel like someone inJPOD.
Anyways, I was thinking that I’m pretty good at what I do and with all the content on the internet, there must be people who get paid real money to do what I’m doing… You know, it’s probably the main job of librarians now that everything has become digitized, what do you think?
What else? I don’t want to digress into my weekly tai chi lessons at the community centre that are open to anyone and, aside from my boyfriend, most of the class is compiled of retirement aged individuals in blindingly white, new workout runners. Why you even need shoes when you’re going that slow is a question I ponder all class, it helps to clear my mind and make room for westernized zen. It’s quite enjoyable.
I’ve been house sitting for the last three weeks. Getting up in the morning and coming home after work only to tend to the bowel movements of a senior citizen dog who seriously, honestly weezes. He also only eats his kibble if it has milk on it, like a bowl of cereal.
I can do a simplified version of this… very simplified:
Disregard last post April 21, 2007
I’ve removed most of the last post because I realized it was just stupid complaining about junk.
It could have been more aptly summed up in:
Classical theory is difficult and I’m getting tired of it.
That’s all.
Burn out April 21, 2007
Another fricken paper.
…Enough complaining.
Classical theory, your ass is mine!
Save a life, donate to Zorak (for a new computer) April 18, 2007
Why does the industrial section of Leth always smell like playdough? Playdough with extra salt, I mean, what the heck makes that smell? *shudder*
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Well, my server keeps crashing or my mac sounds like it’ll explode everytime I try to play Second Life so I have been unable to procrastinate my last two essays with that pastime (last time finals came around, I developed a neurotic obsession for Paper Mario on the N64, I think it’s simply the NEED for procrastination, I spent at least 20 mintues watching As the World Turns today…that’s pretty long for a soap opera, and Dr. Phil yesterday…). Therefore, as I drove home through the rain, in my mind formed a waking dream that will never come true… …. …..
If I lived in Second Life I would be one of those people who listens to techno on a regular basis. Not because it outshines indie emo but because it would go so much better with the anime-like world. And when techno comes out of a computer, it seems to make more sense. If I lived in SL, I would hit the jazz bar some evenings even though I hate jazz because they have the most awesome dance moves. If I actually lived in SL, I would remember how to access the dance moves and people wouldn’t laugh at me when I walk in a venue because I end up sitting on the middle of the dance floor instead of shaking my bootay.
If I lived in SL, I would learn how to make something people would want to buy. And because it’s SL, they would probably buy anything so I’d make juggling equipment because it’s just that fun. I would make wobbly, flubber-like objects that you can juggle and you don’t drop them because you program your avatar to juggle perfectly. So then I’d be rich. And I’d buy a log cabin and put it in the middle of a metropolis and only have beanbag chairs for furniture. I would drive one of those stand-up scooter things that make you look like one of the X-men.
If I lived in SL, I would be smart enough to only take part in clean living. I would have learned from my first life that gambling and wild sex and all those other things are just going to come back to you in the form of a horrid virus like Micro-iphylus or Mac-herpes. Though you really can’t help it if you accidentally teleport into a crazy bunch of people dressed in cat suits doing something you never wanted to watch through your brown eyes that were purple yesterday and green before. If I lived in Second Life, I would be the snazziest, fittest person ever. I would smoke like a chimney and never die of lung cancer, eat McD’s everyday and never get diabetes, and heck I’d just fly around a lot.
But I don’t live in SL. My avatar looks brand new still because he glitches everytime I try to change his appearance. He took his shoes off and I can’t get them back on and I can’t recognize anyone because they all look like grey blobs since the images take eons to show up. And it makes Zorak (the avatar) sadder than he’s ever been. Right now he’s stuck in the floor planks of some nightclub I tried to go to before the computer starting messing everything up. And there he will stay, for the rest of my Second Life.
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Okay so the rain made me a little melodramatic… give me a break. You’re the one procrastinating and reading this… Oh wait, I’m the one procrastinating and writing this. Jeez.
You’re bleeding from the eye?! April 11, 2007
Okay, so does anyone really feel good after a class presentation? Like really good? Or do you just have this sinking feeling that you and your group worked your asses off, had one shot, and… hrm now it’s over and … What just happened, I blanked out and suddenly all these people are being taken to the emergency room because they’ve been skewered with suckers.
Well really, the classroom is slanted, I was at the bottom so you can’t lob the suckers up in the air very well without using some force or hitting the ceiling, which causes them to spiral down on people. But this is also the problem of passive spectators who have been over-heated to sleep and stare forward with that “I refuse to put my hands up to catch the sucker” look. So yes, I feel really bad if I hit you, but it’s just candy.. and how else could I energetically get it to the right side? hmmm? Well, I’ve apologized so I guess that’s out of the way. Though that is the most unexpected presentation conumdrum that I’ve dealt with… ever.
But to be real, most groups (including ours) did really well, especially talking in front of a class that size, most students armed with newspapers or laptop games. There goes my dream of being a prof, jeez, too much pressure.
Arrrgh April 9, 2007
Has anyone ever noticed how sociological dictionaries can be altogether useless at times?
Not dead yet April 6, 2007
Just for the record, I will resume my witty and essential blogging whenever possible, probably after exams. I think this is probably the best blog I’ve had yet and it’s only going to get better so… KEEEP READING IT! lol
By the way, there has been some murmuring about starting up (or restarting) a sociology club… is there anyone who would be interested in that and if so, what kind of things would you like to do with a crazy soci club? Marx and beer nights are sounding good to me!
Watching The Illusionist and 5 minutes into it… it sucks. I think.
