Friday, October 29, 2010

"Girl Talk" Versus "Guy Talk"

I experienced one of those painful newbie boyfriend moments a couple of weeks ago.

My girlfriend and I were playing Scrabble. She was winning. I was losing. Hard. At first I thought I was gonna make a comeback with this awesome double-word score + triple letter bonus. Then she laid down a word on my spot, and got all the points.

Laughing at my misfortune, her skill, the game, how much fun I was having even while being pwned, I said (something along the lines of, but more graphic), "fucker."

My girlfriend was not happy.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Oh Why Juan Williams, Why?

If you're a follower of NPR (which I am not) then you might have already heard about [what happened to Juan Williams] this past week.

The news came as a surprise to me, especially since I've always felt that the great majority of NPR is Democratic-leaning, but what came as even more of a surprise to me was where, when, and how Juan Williams' comments -- which subsequently got him fired -- came to be.

Follow [the links] in this post, to read [the whole sordid story] as well as [other reactions].

Monday, October 25, 2010

Internet Intelligence, Part Deuce: Dramatis Personae

After the [recent events] of cyberspace warfare madness, I went back through many of my old posts in a fit of nostalgia -- and paranoia over discarded words being used against me. Among the random bloggings, I found [this old gem of a jewel of a stone].

Rereading past drama is like trying to wear your baby clothes again. It just don't fit. But it did bring up a fun idea for some postable material for ya'll to peruse to your enjoyment!

I bring you.... (drumroll)

Internet Intelligence, Part Deuce: The Dramatis Personae!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Good Tunes Time

This song, in any version, is wonderful.


P.S. Ignore the weird pictures in the video. It was the best version of the music I could find. Sorries ya'll!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Problems with Public Education at the University Level: Pt. 1

Since there's so much that bothers me about college education these days, I'm just going to start a series instead of writing a novel-length post detailing all of my various complaints.

Today's complaint: Work Study.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Strange Bedfellows

As Willy The Shake said, "Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows."

And like Trinculo coming upon the deformed shape of Caliban, seeing at first a fish then a man, I see first ideological comrades become then my greatest opponents in the pursuit of happyness.

Being pro-choice I get put in the same pot with late-term abortionists. Being anti-war/anti-military, Libertarians are suddenly shaking my hands while attempting to dismantle free education and healthcare. Being a supporter of Darwinian evolutionary theory, sociobiologists and HBDers make essentialist claims like I actually agree with the racist homophobic bigotry they're talking about. Being a critic of Feminism and a Male Right's Advocate, I become chained to misogynists and Christian Fundamentalists. Being convinced by the validity of quantum mechanics, I find myself surrounded by pseudo-scientists studying remote-viewing to do archaeological research and faith-healing as a cure for cancer. Being for a government with a progressive tax, less foreign intervention, more worker's rights, less corporate domination, better social services to the citizenry, a friendlier immigration policy, and environmentally sustainable energy policies puts me in the seat right next to Anarchists, Communists, and Fascists!

Maybe my ideas need to find new friends, because some days I just don't understand other people at all.

Friday, October 15, 2010

The Most Popular of The Unpopular

That would be me.

You know those people who have rosy memories of high school? Who think of the football games, and pep rallies, and winter formal, spring prom; who miss drama club, student council, debate team, marching band; the kids that fondly remember certain teachers who set them in the right direction, or the coaches that pushed them harder to succeed; the teens who laugh at the stupid things they did, or reminisce over the girls/guys they hooked-up with -- in short, the happy people.

Yeah, that wasn't me.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Unpopular Opinions

I don't like the military and hold anyone who is a part of it in deep suspicion.

Maybe I should back-up and contextualize this...

This past week was Fleet Week here in SF, and my work in the Wharf is right on the edge of the action. Planes flew overhead regularly, blasting out my eardrums like a homecoming football poster. Ships were docked in the piers, filled to the brim with barnacles and seamen. Various recruiting posts lined the walkways, from Army to Air Force to Navy to Marines to Coast Guard.

That's what started this. Sorta

Monday, October 11, 2010

More Links

I seem to be in the mood for passing good stuff along more than creating it myself. Hopefully the awesomeness will leak into me!

Anyhoo, enjoy!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

X-rated Archaeological Research

So this is an attempt to live up to [my pledge] to incorporate more stories from my life into the blog to further this nebulous idea of "zeitgeist" in the world of us Saboteur Academics.

I am a student in an Anthropology program at a university in San Francisco. Some of my classes involve theoretical critique, some look at specific case-studies (ethnographies) of various peoples, and others are dedicated to practical experience working as an anthropologist.

My Fundamentals of Archaeological Theory class is just that.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Public Service Announcement

My life outside of this blog is often the inspiration of many of my posts, but after a few bad experiences has rarely been the focus of them. For fear of fetishizing my own life, and alienating many of my family, friends, etc, I began to isolate my blog from my life. It became a repository of random ramblings, and now lacks the focused passion of my earlier postings. (With exceptions, of course.)

Today, that changes. I substituted one extreme for another. Instead I should have seen moderation as the path between two obvious choices.

I will now post about my personal-life. Even my professional-life. But, they will always be confidential. Any attempts to utilize the information I put here against me will be considered a breach of contract that I am making with you, my readers, right here, right now.

This blog is about me, but it doesn't define or completely encapsulate me. Knowing me here does not mean you know me. What I say here is the truth -- as I've written and interpreted it -- but it isn't the only truth. The posts, the people, places, and stories you will read are not representative of who I am, but merely a side, a complexion of myself.

More importantly, I will always follow the strictest libel and privacy laws to protect not only myself from prosecution or social stigma, but those I write about as well. Their lives are not just what I write them as. And they're not just characters in my own blogostory. They are people, and should be treated as such with kind comments, and understanding reactions.

Hopefully this new trend I am beginning will be a good thing, but if not then I can always start over -- and over, and over -- until I get it right.

So ya'll can expect a better blogosphere here from now on.


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Balls Deep to Epic Fail: Swirl Hate

Normally I'm a rather sunnyside-up kinda guy. I give second, third, even fourth and fifth chances regularly. Most people would describe me as "too nice" and even more would say I'm just a genuine and positive individual.

But despite this preamble intended to deflect the inevitable ad hominem, and accusations of over-compensation, I feel compelled to say something decidedly not-nice.

FUCK haters.

No, seriously, fuck 'em. Right in the ass using a large spiky steel dildo greased with Castor oil and then set on fire. I love the smell of charred ass burning when that ass makes itself into an asshole towards my girlfriend.

Over-protective boyfriend much? Of course. My mother raised me right.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Point of Order

Obviously I've been a bit lax in my bloggings. Can't be helped. I've been so busy doing so many other things that my neglect is becoming a habit. Unfortunately. However, I hope to change that at my earliest convenience with some primo blog-stuff.

For now allow me to relate a few things of interest to ya'll because they're just that blogworthy.