The silence of this computer lab was just abruptly broken by the girl sitting next to me, who's the type to yell into her phone. She made a call, and...well, it was loud. And boring.
I've given up on the person I'd been pining for for months. She's more interested in someone who's thousands of miles away. Oh well.
There has been a creeping feeling of dissatisfaction in my life. It's giving me ideas for stories I would like to write, but the stories never seem interesting enough to me to actually write them into existence. So they are forgotten. One after the other. Poof. Poof poof poof. Poof.
There is a new radio show in my future. 10-noon on Saturday mornings on WIUX-LP: Pure Student Radio. Until December, when the semester's over and I suddenly go for a new slot. Joy.
...no. Nevermind. I remain dissatisfied.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Another cryptic update.
"I told you I would, stayyyyy.....Would you always? Maybe sometimes? Make it easy. Take it down."
I have that playing in my head over and over and over again. It's from a Grizzly Bear song called "Two Weeks," which may or may not be evil because of it's siren-like qualities.
I've been a superhero lately. I may be human, but I want it to last.
I tried to save a stray yesterday in the woods of Kent Farm. It ran off while I was on the phone with the company listed on the tag that was putting me in touch with the owner. A happy little pit bull, making his way through a solo Homeward Bound. She called me at 8am this morning to say that Kent Farm is just up the road from her home, so that I shouldn't feel too bad about it. They'll find him, she said.
The night before, I saved Tomas' vehicle with my battery's power.
I went to sleep slightly tipsy last night.
I slept late this morning cuddling myself into a coma. My karma is good, to say the least.
Busy times ahead. Nervous times, too.
I have that playing in my head over and over and over again. It's from a Grizzly Bear song called "Two Weeks," which may or may not be evil because of it's siren-like qualities.
I've been a superhero lately. I may be human, but I want it to last.
I tried to save a stray yesterday in the woods of Kent Farm. It ran off while I was on the phone with the company listed on the tag that was putting me in touch with the owner. A happy little pit bull, making his way through a solo Homeward Bound. She called me at 8am this morning to say that Kent Farm is just up the road from her home, so that I shouldn't feel too bad about it. They'll find him, she said.
The night before, I saved Tomas' vehicle with my battery's power.
I went to sleep slightly tipsy last night.
I slept late this morning cuddling myself into a coma. My karma is good, to say the least.
Busy times ahead. Nervous times, too.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
"Green."
This is a trend I've observed in my studies of the rhetoric which accompanies various social movements.
In particular, my study of those that are in these particular classes.
You see, I've had two classes with the same professor, who is an academic powerhouse who I admire very much. She specializes in the field of rhetoric utilized by various kinds of social movements for the purpose of persuading politicians, citizens, "etc." to seeing the light and joining their particular sides on certain issues and campaigns. The first class I had with this prof concerned social movements that focused on the vocalization and explanation of pain and how various organizations worked to use examples of it in order to persuade funding out of various sources.
What typically happens for most of these movements (the ones that gain marginal success, anyway) is that they end up falling under a vague image or name, which can then serve as a kind of brand, which various corporations can then use in order to market their own brands. An example of this is the RED campaign, which joined a wide variety of major corporations together under the promise that if a consumer chose to buy the specially marketed RED products being offered (ie: The Gap sells red shirts with vague outlines of Africa that say "RED" across the breast or Mac sells RED iPods), the company would then donate 10% of THAT PARTICULAR ITEM'S SALE to the RED campaign, which would then go towards the fight against AIDS in Africa. Sounds good in theory, right?
Not if you consider that it's simply adding a 90% profit to the company producing the product, even though the consumer bought the product intending to directly benefit the charity. This is particularly relevant to the notion of an iPod's longevity, because it means that the consumer has chosen to disregard what is typical of consumeristic individualism in an attempt to aid the RED campaign (ie: they really wanted the green one, but the red one meant that they would be doing a little bit of good). In other words, the consumer is going to have that red iPod for a long time, whether or not the campaign survives this particular form of itself (or simply survives longer than a year or two).
Essentially, this means that the consumer has chosen to act as a propaganda piece for the organization.
In particular, my study of those that are in these particular classes.
You see, I've had two classes with the same professor, who is an academic powerhouse who I admire very much. She specializes in the field of rhetoric utilized by various kinds of social movements for the purpose of persuading politicians, citizens, "etc." to seeing the light and joining their particular sides on certain issues and campaigns. The first class I had with this prof concerned social movements that focused on the vocalization and explanation of pain and how various organizations worked to use examples of it in order to persuade funding out of various sources.
What typically happens for most of these movements (the ones that gain marginal success, anyway) is that they end up falling under a vague image or name, which can then serve as a kind of brand, which various corporations can then use in order to market their own brands. An example of this is the RED campaign, which joined a wide variety of major corporations together under the promise that if a consumer chose to buy the specially marketed RED products being offered (ie: The Gap sells red shirts with vague outlines of Africa that say "RED" across the breast or Mac sells RED iPods), the company would then donate 10% of THAT PARTICULAR ITEM'S SALE to the RED campaign, which would then go towards the fight against AIDS in Africa. Sounds good in theory, right?
Not if you consider that it's simply adding a 90% profit to the company producing the product, even though the consumer bought the product intending to directly benefit the charity. This is particularly relevant to the notion of an iPod's longevity, because it means that the consumer has chosen to disregard what is typical of consumeristic individualism in an attempt to aid the RED campaign (ie: they really wanted the green one, but the red one meant that they would be doing a little bit of good). In other words, the consumer is going to have that red iPod for a long time, whether or not the campaign survives this particular form of itself (or simply survives longer than a year or two).
Essentially, this means that the consumer has chosen to act as a propaganda piece for the organization.
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