Sunday, April 22, 2007

A Quiet Window Reflection



From my window, I see children. There's a playground out there. It's small and simple, but it's well-kept. On sunny days, I can hear laughter. When the sun starts to set, the older kids arrive - the ones without chapparones. They speak crudely and they flirt boldly. With the children gone, they own that land.

The nights see a different crowd: the college students. They're drunk and rowdy; they have no balance; they fall off the teeter-tot. Part of them is adult . . . but while their world's spinning they're kids again, with no concerns or responsibilities. They don't flirt much; they're too busy yelling, like the children.

For all of them, even the parents that keep things safe, the world changes on one tiny lot. They aren't in the real world anymore - the children, the teens, the students - They're in a different place with simpler rules.

I'm going to drive around Worcester and collect all the syringes lying on the curbs. Then I'm going to buy a shovel. And I'm going to bring those syringes to the playground. And bury them. Right after I file down all the chains on the swingsets.

Why? Because they're all so fucking loud.







;-) winky face.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Pokemon Snap


There is something to be said about this. I'm not entirely sure what.

I took my camera around campus and took a bunch of stills. Some of them were interesting. Some were stupid. I'll be posing as many as possible.

During my travels, I came across and old friend and got a quick interview:




"Hey, squirrel. What's up?"



"Not much."



"See ya."


Man, what a great guy. I hope he comes back to plug his book.

The semester's drawing to a close and I am BUSY. There are five papers to write, a karate exam to prep for, and a job search to boot. Oh well. It has to be done.

I'm really looking forward to summer.

I just have to get to it.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Personal Reflection: Arrogance

A driving concept in America is that of the "self-made" man . . . the Jay Gatsbys, the Victor Von Dooms, the Donald Trumps. They come from poor, humble beginnings and accomplish great things. Their drive is admirable; one cannot contest their achievements.

The self-made man has a well-deserved sense of pride, and few have sympathy for under-achievers. "If I did it, why can't you?" they seem to ask. "Pull yourself up by your boot straps and get a job." They hold everyone to their own standards.

That's arrogance in its truest sense. There is false arrogance - a person holding others to a standard he himself does not meet - but I actually believe it's pretty rare. Most people that come off as "arrogant" easily back their claims. The scientist really is better at math than you; the critic really does write well; the jock really can outrun you. They aren't arrogant because they do something better than you . . . they're arrogant because they've made you aware of it.

It doesn't need to be intentional or explicit. A person doesn't need to be a braggart to be called arrogant . . . though it doesn't hurt. It's an inversion of modesty, and a person can be arrogant by example by holding himself to a standard that others can't meet. At its heart, it's a term of jealousy as much as annoyance.

"Arrogance" is always a negative term. Why? It reflects the attitude of a weaker person, and represents a value barely distinguishable from pride. Why are individuals that strive to be better seen as rude, instead of admirable? Shouldn't any idealist be arrogant? How can the world change if no one exposes its faults?

The answer is judgment. Pride asserts by its own devices, while arrogance asserts by comparison. It is not "strong;" it is "stronger than" or even "strongest." Real arrogance is active. One asserts superiority.

Still, it's curious that in many "likes" and "dislikes" sections of dating profiles (seen occaisionally on television or if you're bored enough to read a bad magazine), arrogance is one the most universally disliked features.

I believe it reflects two factors of our society. First, a universal arrogance. Everyone likes to be king of his castle. No one plays second fiddle. Who likes to be upstaged in their own mind? (This, I think, also leads to a dissonant concept of exhange: "if a person is strong, they shouldn't be smart, and if they are, they have a poor personality.") Second is my most widely-preached issue: this society is nearly devoid of accountability. People do not take stock of themselves - do not take responsibility for their behavior.

It's odd that I, a person generally striving against tradition and either-or perceptions, find myself fairly loyal to a sense of justice. I believe in people accepting responsibility for their actions. No conditions, no excuses. The judgement of circumstances is for other people, not the individual. It's a humble quality our culture lacks.

Now, to the heart of it: I'm arrogant. We ALL are. Some more than others, but all of us make judgements of others. All of us agree or disagree with a what a person does. It isn't wrong or right. It's a fact of life. Others decide your arrogance by whether or not you reveal it, and how.

I tell you to your face. It's the way I express my beliefs. I don't like people ignoring their faults. I don't like people being comfortable. I don't like complacency. You're welcome.

Now, it's bold, but is it arrogance? To me, it's not arrogance unless I ignore my own faults. I try not to. I have no motivation and little tolerance, to name a couple. I work hard at them, and to be conscious of them, but I've yet to master introspection.

And that's the point. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, right? Wrong. Because everyone has a fucking glass house. You don't need to be without sin to throw a rock; you just need to be prepared to take a few yourself. At least - and forgive my intertwined allusions - you'll find out how many windows you have. And for Buddha's sake, maybe you'll find the time to fix a few.

So that's my beligerent "fuck you" to the world. If I'm stronger than you, I'm going to tell you. If I'm not, I want to be. Because I'm not satisfied with the way things work, and I'll expose every crack in every wall that I find. I'm ALWAYS wrestling with the log in my eye, but I can still see the splinter in yours.

Of course, one should be careful not to speak out of place. Is it valid to criticize a mother's choices if you're not a mother yourself? Can you legitmately judge a household if you don't belong to the family? If you're not a passenger in a car, and you're not being endangered by it, should you complain about the driving? Judge if you must, and you do, but remember your place if you voice it. Your opinion may have no weight.

"Arrogance." It's a word used by the weak when the strong make them look bad. Can't we save it for the people that think they're better than they are?

They only truly arrogant thing is to refuse to listen to someone. To believe that you can ignore a voice because it says something you don't like. Shutting out what you don't want to hear.

That I can't excuse. It's beneath contempt.

Clarity comes with maturity. If you'll excuse me, I have a brother-in-law to headbutt.

Because he's weaker than me, and knows not of conviction.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Delays and Frustrations

My computer and I have a love-hate relationship. It's basically a cute but retarded child, doing its best to please me but failing miserably. It also has its share of speech impediments.

Usually, I'm greeted with a gentle "whiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrr," but yesterday I got a more eager "gggkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Still equating the computer to a retarded child, I slapped it until the noise stopped. Problem solved, I guess.

Well, nothing's ever that simple. The "gggkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" returned, louder than before. I gave the laptop another soft beating and it finally stopped.

Only . . . the "whiiiiiirrrr" stopped, too.

Within twenty minutes my computer shut itself down. The cooling fan has shat itself to death.

I had to drive home and borrow a laptop from my Dad. After a good 6 hours of hassle, I got it connected to the college network. I am officially a full weekend behind on my online assignments.

Ugh.

On the brighter side, the paper I was writing came back with an "A." I continue to amaze myself.
Lesson learned: if you want a good grade, do the assignment at the last moment possible. It somehow comes out better.

Great life skills indeed.


Meanwhile, the springtime sun grants me more energy, making me more impatient and reminding me how goddamn bored I am. I'm done with this semester, this nonsense, and this life. I think tommorow I will be a cowboy.

I've reached that wretched point where it's time to assess my skills, determine my value as a commodity, and start planning a career. Sadly, I feel ready to retire. I still expect someone to pay me for being awesome. With large bags of money. Every time I breathe.

Fuck, I'll probably start slacking with that, too. And they'll decide they need a younger man to do my breathing. Someone with moxie. Someone that can do the job in a cautiously ambitious manner, a manner that everyone can agree is impressive.

Welcome to the world. Bleed something interesting, take your cancer, and sit down.