Sunday, September 28, 2008

Such what can't be quantified

"I can't have my legacy end with American Chinatown!"
One of the many wonderful things said this weekend.

Another great thing to be overheard:
"What do you want to be when you get older?" the children were asked.
"A firetruck!" shouted one.
"Supreme Grand Master, sir!" shouted another. Yup. I think we all know who.
The response: "Well, I don't have any kids; maybe you will be."

One of the most terrifying things a person can do?
Be asked to swing ssang jyel bong at a 7th degree black sash's head.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Lyfe: Ur Doin' It Rong

Check it. Monday night, abouts 8ish PM, I rollerbladed home. Was it dark out? Yes. Should I have been rollerblading then? Probably not. Why was I? Because we had a meeting at work that lasted until 8 and I thought it stupid to carry my skates home.

I hit a tree in a poorly-lit area. Not like my body hit the trunk, but my face hit a branch. When I say "face" I really mean "left cornea." Yup. Cut that guy up a little; hurt like a bitch for days (still does) but I got to wear a sweet eyepatch all week, so it wasn't all bad.

Thursday, last night that is, at Tae Soo Do, for part of second class, we practice dive rolls. Mine aren't strong, but that's why we practice: to improve. My first was alright. My second was alright. My third was wrong. Now, when I say "wrong" I don't mean I made a fool of myself; I mean I came down wrong, landed in a very bad way, and knew instantly that I had hurt something. My best recollection is thus: rather than rolling through, all the kinetic energy in my body came slamming straight into the mat through my back, at the thoracic vertebrae between the shoulderblades. Standing up evoked winces and pain, so I was done diving for the time being.

That constant stabbing sensation went away, but it was replaced by severe soreness in the neck (IN denoting the vertebrae in the center of the neck) and an achey strain on the sides of the front of the throat, just above the collarbones. This morning, hoping I'd managed to have slept it off, I awoke to no reduction of those symptoms, but instead a new friend to join them. Random, non-patterned, stabbing back spasms between my shoulderblades.

Seriously, the word to describe the pain is "blinding."

I spoke to the father unit, who had me do some self-test exercises to assess nerve damage, and it seems I likely haven't injured any nerves or caused any paralysis (I can still move my tongue) but that I have quite likely bruised the bones and the muscles of the vertebrae, probably from cervical all the way to thoracic.

Is there a lesson in all this? Nope. See, I don't believe I was doing anything wrong in either case, and were circumstances different, I'd have made the same call. These were just accidents. Unfortunately, they were both very painful accidents.

I'm getting by, because I don't have a choice. Hopefully the spine will be alright within a week. Could get worse, though. Spinal injuries are. . . to put it mildly, SATAN.

Out.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Idiot 1, on Idiot 2

Written by Eve Ensler
Quoted from: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/eve-ensler/drill-drill-drill_b_124829.html
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I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks. I have a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it's their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact that they live so comfortably on ice. Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.

I don't like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical. The people who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists.

But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical to Feminism which for me is part of one story -- connected to saving the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.

I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one of the most dangerous choices of my lifetime, and should this country chose those candidates the fall-out may be so great, the destruction so vast in so many areas that America may never recover. But what is equally disturbing is the impact that duo would have on the rest of the world. Unfortunately, this is not a joke. In my lifetime I have seen the clownish, the inept, the bizarre be elected to the presidency with regularity.

Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor. In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets better or evolves. She does not believe in global warming. The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God's plan. She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The earth, in Palin's view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves and the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As she said herself of the Iraqi war, "It was a task from God.

Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion. She does not believe women who are raped and incested and ripped open against their will should have a right to determine whether they have their rapist's baby or not.

She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control. I imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence and we know how many babies that makes.

Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking. From what I gather she has tried to ban books from the library, has a tendency to dispense with people who think independently. She cannot tolerate an environment of ambiguity and difference. This is a woman who could and might very well be the next president of the United States. She would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth.

Sarah believes in guns. She has her own custom Austrian hunting rifle. She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip. She has shot hundreds of wolves from the air.

Sarah believes in God. That is of course her right, her private right. But when God and Guns come together in the public sector, when war is declared in God's name, when the rights of women are denied in his name, that is the end of separation of church and state and the undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.

I write to my sisters. I write because I believe we hold this election in our hands. This vote is a vote that will determine the future not just of the U.S., but of the planet. It will determine whether we create policies to save the earth or make it forever uninhabitable for humans. It will determine whether we move towards dialogue and diplomacy in the world or whether we escalate violence through invasion, undermining and attack. It will determine whether we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning or invest our money in alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction. It will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare or whether we build more and more methods of killing. It will determine whether America is a free open tolerant society or a closed place of fear, fundamentalism and aggression.

If the Polar Bears don't move you to go and do everything in your power to get Obama elected then consider the chant that filled the hall after Palin spoke at the RNC, "Drill Drill Drill." I think of teeth when I think of drills. I think of rape. I think of destruction. I think of domination. I think of military exercises that force mindless repetition, emptying the brain of analysis, doubt, ambiguity or dissent. I think of pain.

Do we want a future of drilling? More holes in the ozone, in the floor of the sea, more holes in our thinking, in the trust between nations and peoples, more holes in the fabric of this precious thing we call life?
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I really can't argue any of the points Ensler makes in this piece, for the simple reason that she doesn't make any intelligent point.

Yet again, this women illustrates just how much she doesn't get it. Her "women = feminists (even if they're too opressed to admit it) = legion" take on something where it is only even remotely relevant, sensationalist rabble-rousing (if you think "rape" when you hear "drill," Eve, should I really be surprised? Hell, Teddy Bears likely make you think rape), and a thinly-veiled attempt to hide behind presumptive "real issues" despite no discussion or displayed knowledge of the issue beyond the superficial only further emphasizes Eve Ensler's inability to open her eyes, put down the picket sign, and be just another citizen of the world. She's a warrior? I'd like to see her prove it. She can borrow my sword.

Naturally, I see this as a waste. Just as Ensler sees Sarah Palin as a betrayer of women, I see Ensler as a betrayer of liberalism. Does Sarah Palin have some serious issues and inconsistencies she needs to own up for? Definitely. However, by standing on the rooftop decrying Palin's politics as inherently "anti-woman," Ensler stupidly wastes a perfectly good opportunity to get people asking the right questions. Instead, they're too busy nodding in sheeplike assent to her baseless, non-scholarly, illogical, fiery rhetoric. Thanks, Eve. You're just a peach.

Out.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Nicknames

I'll be brief. Between the hair, the eyepatch, and the stubble (such as it is) I really am pulling down the pirate look pretty sweetly.

Best part? The doctor told me to wear the eyepatch until Friday. What's Friday? INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY.

. . . it's also Sigi's birthday, and that's really cool. Crazy 2 year-old.

Out.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Playing with WeeWorld

I made a weemee of Marty. I think it's great.

Monday, September 15, 2008

*sigh*

Man, I got shit I need to talk to my advisor about. For reals.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Thesis Update

I have a thesis advisor. I will soon have the paperwork processed for Independent Study credit (ANTH 499).

I've further narrowed down the topic, as is necessary (and as I've been advised by several credible people) and the next stage in that narrowing of focus is this:
Gender dynamics in Kabuki and Shakespeare

I want to hit this basically from four components. I want to establish the historical context of both of these theatrical movements and I want to discuss the themes presented within the plays themselves. (2 of each = 4 parts, see?)

My short-term goal in terms of research is to assemble a minimum of five sources, for the time being, for each of these four subjects. That'll give me a framework to determine what sub-categories need more backing up. Acquiring the texts for Shakespeare (and even Kabuki, though to a lesser extent) should prove no great challenge. Volumes upon volumes exist in library stacks everywhere. I am finding that finding articles and books addressing the gender roles of Japan during the peak of Kabuki's rise is my biggest challenge right now.

Let y'all know how it pans out from here. For now, though? Back to work.

Out.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Customer Service

There's a fundamental flaw in the nature of my job. For the most part, things run quite smooth, but there's a certain trigger phrase that basically means my life is about to turn shit for at least a few minutes. That phrase? "I talked to someone before. . ."

See, most of you out there in cyberspace don't see what so bad about that. You may even think "hey, cool, this person has already received some assistance so they won't be completely lost."
Oh, how little you fools know. . .

The very nature of help desk is to come up with answers to questions we can't possible foresee being asked. This means that every question ultimately is a test of an individual's experience and problem-solving skills. By sheer virtue of diverse experience, we all have different methods and ideas. Most people, the clients, don't get that. They assume we all are operating out of the same memorized manual. Admittedly, sometimes we are (resetting passwords is only really done one way) but usually not.

What does this all mean? It means that, unless the worker who helped them is standing right next to me, I have NO idea what has already been tried or the specific details of the question (the hows and whys behind a computer not doing what it's supposed to) and the clients tend toward reluctance when asked to explain their last visit/phone call.

At its worst is when the problem was not solved the first time (usually pertaining to VPN and off-campus networking), which means it's highly likely there's NOTHING I can do that hasn't already been done. Sometimes the VPN sucks. Deal with it. The clients seem to be under the assumption we have all the answers (which is alright, as far as my ego goes) but can't handle when there's something we can't do. They stare at me with contempt and say "and if that doesn't work, THEN what?" Gee, lady, I don't know. Why don't YOU try doing something? How about you read your damn operating manual or, I don't know, LOOK FOR THE ONLINE DOCUMENTATION FOR YOUR DAMN SELF!

*On the subject of mapping network drives: Mapping to H: and W: from off-campus with a Mac fucking blows. Nice job there, Steve.

As bad as the above scenario may be, and truthfully it's not so bad, there's one FAR worse situation: Call Center.

I really can't generalize or attribute this to a common rule. The experience speaks for itself. At 2:00 I replaced the guy in the Call Center. At 2:05, I took a phone call from a woman who had just been advised by the Help Desk (gee, who could that have been?) to click "Yes" to an unsolicited popup from XP Security Center, one of the better-known HOLYFUCKINGSHITDESTROYYOURCOMPUTER Trojans out there. So what did she do? Of course, she installed it. That began the very long process of near-constant fake spyware popup warnings. Naturally, she called back, and essentially gave me a tongue-lashing because some other schmuck is a dumbass. Difficult though it felt, I had no trouble maintaining professionalism and didn't insult or belittle my co-worker for his stupid mistake, but simply tried to help solve the problem.

Granted, the woman was kind of dumb. "I don't usually open attachments in my Junk Mail folder, but this one looked important." . . . . DUH! THAT'S HOW IT WORKS! "But it said Windows XP on it." Again, nice lady. . . THAT'S THE WHOLE FUGGIN POINT! HAVE SOME COMMON SENSE!

It's inescapable. I am always going to have to deal with second-time return callers who expect me to be both aware of and responsible for prior phone conversations. That's nothing I can do anything about. I just wish people, no matter who they work for, weren't so GODDAMN STUPID.

Rant over.
Out.

Monday, September 8, 2008

A Needed Reminder

忍
This character contains the ideas of patience, perseverance and endurance. Alone, this single character can be a bit ambiguous or flexible. It can also mean to endure, to bear, to put up with or to conceal. If you want to simply decide what this character means to you within the general meaning, but keep it a mystery to others, this is a good choice.

If you want to be more direct, you may want to choose one of our other selections that mean perseverance or patience (you will see this character within those larger words/phrases).

There is a secondary meaning in Japanese, since this is the first character of the word ninja.

忍Note that when writing this as Kanji, Japanese will tend to write it in the form shown to the right. If you select our Japanese master calligrapher, please expect this Kanji form (yes, it's just one stroke that is slightly different in location, crossing another stroke in the Japanese Kanji form).


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Copied from Oriental Outpost
http://www.orientaloutpost.com/shufa.php?q=patience

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Looking Ahead

I know it's premature, but I can't get my head off of it.
I'm waiting for October 14th. Nothing will change or happen on that day, but I am needing it to come.

In fact, I think the truth that nothing will happen on that day, and the experience of nothing happening, is what I need to go through.

To those we love and those we lost. . . may the fairest of winds kiss your cheeks.