vixenmage: (icarus)
Sometimes I get to Civ class and nobody's there yet, and I spend the next ten minutes wondering if I hallucinated that class, if I've just been sitting in an empty room one night a week all semester. It's unsettling how much of a relief it is when somebody else walks in.

Last night when I went out to my car from the grocery store, there was a dark grey pigeon walking past it. Pigeons are diurnal, so I was weirded out. I put the groceries in the car, and then walked around to see if it was okay, but it wasn't there anymore. I'm still not sure if it flew away, or if it was never there in the first place.

I'm considering giving up driving for the semester. But I have to get to class from work, and the only way to do that without being late or giving up hours is to drive.

I might give up wearing fitted t-shirts without a sweatshirt over them, too. I really, really don't like when I'm doing something and guys keep talking to me? That sounds wrong, but it's a weird Really Friendly sort of talking that I am inclined to think of as flirting, but I can't really tell for sure? It's just annoying when I'm trying to do something. And they stand too close. And life is just that much easier when people can't tell what gender I am.

Sometimes I want to go back in time and punch Thomas Jefferson in the face for his "the tree of liberty must be watered with the blood of patriots and tyrants" quote. God, people repeat that shit as if it was infallible. It was hotly contested at the time! By a lot of people, some of whom were also founding fathers! Like Abigail Adams! Man, she was awesome.

The deeper we get into Ethics in Journalism, the tougher the questions get. Last week was a bunch of stuff on cooperating with the cops, this week is a bunch of stuff on anonymous sources. [The case: your college has made it mandatory to submit papers in a format that requires expensive software downloads. Some students have figured out how to copy the software, and are freely distributing it around campus; they agree to talk to you, but only if you obscure their names and faces. Later, the police go after them for copyright infringement.] "Would you identify the students? Would you change your mind when lawyers begin to talk about how long your stay in the county jail might be?"

And that's one of the more clear-cut ones, actually. For me, anyway; I'm an open-source fan, and I've joined technically-terrorist organizations before, and stuck around after the state started going "Stop that!" It never came to police action, but I made up my mind about then that if the right thing, as I saw it, diverged with what the law said... I'd rather be right than legal.

Anyway. Classes are good, I'm still working on stories - both news and fiction - and reading whenever I have to walk places (yeah yeah yeah, I'm careful), and actually getting along at work. I got sick of waiting for my hair to grow out and spent a careful hour with scissors chopping it off. It's nicely shortened, now. I figure I can always pick up a wig, if... well, I can always pick up a wig.

H'm. I do have to work tomorrow, and I do have to finish this set of briefs for the radio people before tomorrow morning. Back to work, then!
vixenmage: Beautiful bird which people dislike because it is a crow-related animal (grackle)
1) I've made up my mind, I'm blogging Atlas Shrugged. I'm apprehensive and excited.

2) Diamond Age, by Neal Stephenson.

3) Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte.

All things I can't do until the semester is over and/or my workload is done.



...Back to work.

ETA: The paper on the ethics of journalism, by the way, is on this film, Journeys With George. Whether you like/agree with/respect George Bush or not is quite honestly irrelevant. As our prof pointed out, you'll come out of the video thinking "Wow, he's not such a bad guy," but the important thing is to keep an eye on the reporters here-- and how they are utterly failing to do their job. If you're a Slacktivite, you may remember the recent (ish? the days are all sort of running together for me now, I can't judge any span of time at all) post about Buck Williams and his time with President Fitz-whatever, and the amusing point that it's safe to say anything to Call-Me-Buck, because he never actually reports anything.

You may also remember Fred's Seriously Raised Eyebrow (...or general reaction of WHAT) to Buck's utter lack of ethics in accepting all sorts of free stuff/food/transport from Carpathia.

...Yeah. Definitely watch the film.
vixenmage: (coexist)
[Several Hours Later...]

Okay, the proper approach isn't working. Let's try something... interesting.

This paper needs to be about privilege, because that's what widespread information pokes holes in. The printing press poked holes in the clerical grip over the world; the internet is poking holes in the first-world superiority complex. Right now, the internet is going all over the world, connecting hackers in China with protestors in Egypt with politicians in America. People are downloading music, legally and illegally, and reading blogs that make their blood boil and their heart sing. The gap is closing, between privileged and unprivileged - that Jamaican girl you passed on the sketchy side of Main Street last night is a moderator on a WoW forum, kicking your son's friend out for the night because he said something offensive.

What the printing press did was end the limits on books. Suddenly, you didn't need to be a priest to read. And when people can read, people can write, and people can nail theses to church doors, and publish pamphlets about government, and write books about why a unified Italy, or Prussia, is a good idea, and power is no longer held in the hands of the bishops and arch-bishops who get to decide which monks' works go out to the church, and which saints' ideas are passed on to the public, and suddenly, opinions are everywhere. It's hard to argue against an effect like that; I don't think the internet is an argument against it, but a carrying on of that same mantle, that same brick-by-brick destruction of the status quo. It's a jump-start to the momentum and inertia of revolution.

Why yes, I am a writer.

Now I'm getting somewhere. I'll keep on and write this, and then write the paper that says it more formally, and then I'll have something other than a blank page, at least.


Jun. 18th, 2010 08:26 am
vixenmage: (it's a heron, most likely a great blue, from the shape.) (statue)
Okay, well, it's -been- summer. I know. (At least, for college students it has.) But I have been outright lazy so far, pretty much just working and occasionally throwing a few lyrics onto a page or something. This has gone on far enough!

Today, Rebecca and I got up wicked early (I accidentally woke up even earlier than planned, because my window was open and dawn is distracting! also, slept rather restlessly) and went down to the highschool to see our English teacher (freshman and senior year for me, freshman and junior for Rebecca), who is a really really awesome amazing just AMAZING person, for many, many reasons. And we talked, and hugged, and laughed, and talked, and squeezed a conversation that I rather wanted to go on for hours into about ten or fifteen minutes, because she had to get grades in before graduation. And she made Rebecca promise to travel so she can figure out where she wants to go for school, and me promise to keep writing.

She said something... she said to both of us that she thinks we can do well anywhere, as long as we have a drive, a push, a motivation. I jokingly mentioned the quickly-hidden flash of contempt that most people have upon hearing that I'm going to Manchester Community for the fall (I am totally distracted by the incense smoke from my windowsill-- I started burning it to get rid of my brother's horribly loud cologne smell, but it curls in such -interesting- shapes! I could watch it all day), and she said that either of us will do well anywhere, because we both already... get it. We just need someone to push us.

It made me pretty happy.

But anyway, she told me to push Rebecca to travel and find a -place- she wants to be in for college, and Rebecca to push me to keep writing. And I think I will. I just have to set a goal.

Right now, at any rate, with the memory of dawn fresh in my mind, and smoke curling up over my windowsill in the morning breeze, anything seems possible. I hope I can hang onto that.
vixenmage: St. Francis wiv a bird on 'is haid! (Default)
...that if you start by saying "I'm not trying to be racist..." then you probably are being racist. And I do mean ULTIMATE proof.

[Note! This is cross-posted from Facebook, so it may lose a bit of context. Speak Out, for those lucky enough not to know, is like Letter To The Editor for the utterly ignorant. It's a staple of local papers. AP US = Advanced Placement US History. AP = Assistant Principal. EHHS = East Hartford Highschool.]

I'm not trying to be racist AT ALL, but African-Americans are starting to take over the schools. The teachers treat them differently (they allow them to do things I would usually be yelled at for doing, like walking around during class or talking), and are letting them get away with very unfair things because they want to seem like the "cool" teachers to the children who have it "harder." Kids like me are becoming frightened to talk back to an African-American kid. I am repeatedly harassed each day by being called "stupid white girl" and "cracker." Is that not racism? Teachers are allowing these kids to throw objects, and to literally SWEAR in the classrooms out of fear of being reported as a "racist" by the child. I urge teachers to start disciplining these children before their behavior becomes even more outrageous. They are nearly "hiding" behind the word "racist."

Actually, having read this a second time, I'm starting to wonder if this was a student or some ignorant, moronic, dipshit of a concerned parent. But surely no one over the age of fourteen would use that many "quotes" unnecessarily? Surely no parent would be stupid enough to put the word harder in quotes in that context? Surely no one could possibly be THIS FUCKING STUPID...?

Anyway. I don't know what world this person is living in, but it ain't the one I'm from. Anybody from EHHS think a teacher would let a black kid throw an object across the room and then yell at a white kid for doing the same thing? Yeah, I don't see it. Anybody from EHHS remember anybody besides Kelly* getting harassed because their skin was too pale?

Here's what I remember: I remember our AP US History class getting banned from racial jokes because if an AP walked in, he would've been written up or something-- even though every single race in the school was covered, and nobody ever got offended. And that's with thirteen kids and I don't even REMEMBER what the demographics were, but I know it was about equal. I remember a teacher who shall not here be named talking about an experiment some students had done that proved white kids got stopped less often in the hallway than any given minority.

God knows I had plenty of complaints about that bloody highschool. But one thing I could never say with a straight face was that any race you care to mention was "taking" "over." And anyone who spent more than one day there without their heads up their own arse wouldn't, either.

*This was a bit of an in-joke. Kelly is Irish, and her skin is very, very white-- so is mine, but she can't tan, so it stays white. We used to mess around with her about it, just like at Preseason every summer Jess used to recoil in mock horror from my parchment-white legs.


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