Friday, November 30, 2007

Some learned things

So my first semester of college is just about over... exceot for my finals. Adjusting to life has been a little difficult but in the end everything worked out. I mean c'mon I live literally 5 miuntes away but I still have a dorm room. I thought it would be cool if I share somethings I noticed my roommate always complaining about...


1) Clothes aren't dirty if worn once. With the proper strategy and application of Febreeze, you can EASILY coax a week of semi-odor-free wear from those jeans. Wear your shirts inside-out, right-side-out, backwards, forwards. Don't rewear underwear. That's gross.

2) Mom is a GOOD cook. (I always knew, mom, but this isn't about me, this is about college kids OVERALL. Love you, mom.) True, true, it's all-you-can-eat buffet-style dining...the trick is finding something something you WANT to eat all you can of. Think about that....hmm...yea!

3) Bedtime? Bedtime is when the homework is done, the friends are gone, and the hall happens to be quiet. It fluctuates. And never leaves enough time between itself and the commencement of the next day's class.

4) Laundry sucks. How do you all do laundry for like FIVE people or more? Washing clothes for one is enough. I consider it a small victory everytime I mate socks. And have none leftover without mates.

5) Kroger is never closed. That's a beautiful thing.

6) There is no Delta house. Or toga parties (that I'm aware of).

7) If you think your siblings are bad, try getting a roommate. Your siblings (or you) have somewhere to go if you're mad. Roommates don't.

8) Books are expensive. REALLY expensive.

9) 1:30 in the morning is not an unreasonable time to be doing homework.



I'll update and add more as I become infinitely more wise during my college education. Peace guys.

Procrastination sucks big time

Procrastination is no fun and an awful habit that I have. Wish they had something that you could chew or drink or smoke for it! I have become a prime victim of this stress increasing addiciton! It seems that all of my papers and assignments are due at the same time, and it also seems as if I am the only one to blame. I told myself at the beginning of the year that I was going to kick this procrastination perpetrator in the butt! But low-and-behold it snuck up on me and took a bite out of my planned free time. I now spend the time I normally would enjoy kicking back watching soccer, studying, writing papers, and stressing (a bad combination). One thing that I have learned to do when I am “stuck in a pickle” is to talk to my professors. For some odd reason they have this ability to calm my nerves and help me manage my life, while putting their life aside for a moment. One day one of my professors asked me to stay after class because he wanted to talk to me. My first instinct, and I think everyone has this instinct, is to mentally run through everything you ever did or said that might constitute some kind of punishment. Nothing came to my mind and so I was rather dumb-founded and worried to what this meeting would encompass. It turns out that he was worried because he noticed I had been stressing over things I would not normally stress about and stayed after class to talk to me and make sure that everything was going ok. The funny thing was I wasn’t surprised with the conversation. I have had many of the same talks with most of my professors here, which makes me feel not only like I am getting my money’s worth here at Memphis. Talking about this care reminds of my family and that in-turn reminds me of the holidays around the corner. Enjoy your Christmas and the family that cares for you.
Ah….smell that home cookin’!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Bombs Away

A fluffy train is riding the red field towards Imaginatianland. Inside the train, an ugly princess prances the chocolate covered suburbanite, a hole in which she falls and gets shredded into peices by the train. The ugly princess is not missed because honestly when in a fairy tale has there ever been an ugly princess. The gorgeous refrigerator re-enacts an orange monkey. One look, one look. What are you talking about? That would be Zoolander, he's in a model match with the refrigerator. However, the sonic monkey eats a blue instrument. The blue instrument makes a ticking noise! Oh no, what's going to happen! Before you know it though the fun horse pences or robs the university of Imaginatianland into giving all its money to the horse bandits. However, when the horse bandits attempt to jump off the train, th gorgeous refrigerator murders all of them. The ticking gets louder now... and louder. The whole train is engulfed by flames. Everyone dies... including Zoolander. And then there were none. I'm a freak sorry. By the way Julian whipped everone in my group. Go read his now!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Tiger Basketball Players

So, according to various sources, the Tigers this year are supposed to go all the way (Or at least very far) this year. It's really weird that I can see these guys in my classes or walking down the same sidewalk as me, then later that night watching them slam dunk on a basketball goal.

One of my friends says he has Derrick Rose, an incredible Freshman who supposedly may be going professional next year, in his class. He said that Rose is kind of quiet in class but is in no way rude or anything.

This got me to thinking. I wonder what it's like to be one of them. They are famous enough to recognize and famous enough to request an autograph, but are they famous enough to feel the annoyance of fans adoring them? Probably. I heard today there were tours going around the U of M and a lot of the people on the tours ran after a couple of the basketball players just trying to get to their next class. I wonder if they ever thought they would get annoyed by fans.

There is obviously a lot of pressure on these guys. ESPN picked this team to be #1 this year; not to mention a whole city is supporting them and hoping they do well. Also, I got to thinking. In professional sports, if you lose a game you can seclude yourself in your huge house and just lie low until next game or practice. However, college sports athletes still have to walk to and attend class with fellow students. With a prestigious reputation like the tigers, it may be extremely awkward to walk to class if you just lost a major game knowing everyone is talking about how close the game was, but obviously trying to avoid the subject if a basketball player comes near.

(More going to be added later.)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Connections

Hard work is like cleaning my room.

Think for a moment about hard work. What comes to your mind? Sweat is what comes to my mind. Doing something that makes me sweat is cleaning my room. But the act of hard work incorporates more; going through the motions is not enough. In order to accomplish "hard work", you have to succeed in what you're doing. whether it's studying for a test or writing a creative essay, if you do no make the A grade then time has been wasted. Hard work is like cleaning my room. Cleaning the dust specs in the random corners of the room are just as important as clothes lying on the floor. No bias should be shown to where your hard work ends. I believe hard work dissuades humans to be naturally greedy, evil, and lazy.


Column A Conclusion

I can really say I believe in myself. I am proud of where I came from and where I am going. My parents set a foundation for me with values such as religion, family, hard work, and exercise, normal beliefs that other parents attempt to plan in their children. With this foundation set by my parents, I was trained to be able to use hard work and brains to climb the ladder of society. I could say I am also goal oriented. I have to win anything and everything. I enjoy soccer and chess, though that makes me nerdy. But I like to have a good time also so I am not some hard line Communist person.

Incompetent people cause the University of Florida.

Here we can say incompetent people make up most of the university administrations in the country, but I would especially like to talk about the ones at the University of Florida. Letting a student get tasered when Kerry was giving a speech was a very cheap move. How connected to politics is the university that it has to quiet its students for asking legitimate questions. The administration was scared. That's why they are incompetent people. The whole University of Florida is incompetent for letting Steve Spurrier leave the school for only to come back and lead South Carolina. Stupidity is like the University of Florida.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

A-ha

I totally agree that there are those times where you discover something that just brings out a passion in you. Once you find that passion, you're like wow where have I been my whole adult life. Well, Wendy had one of those and I had one of those at the beginning of July.

I was in Oklahoma City playing in the National Region III Youth Tournament when my literally second dad told me to play college ball for Memphis. I had the notion all along that I wanted to play in college but I never knew about division 1. I had this notion that division 1 was really something special. Like I wasn't good enough for it. It wasn't until I played the #20 team in the country that I noticed the difference between some of the best in the country and a country Memphis team. There's not that much different. Sure my team is #43 in the country but top 20 I thought was a another level.

This same notion I had for the Memphis team. Part of what discouraged me to want to play at Memphis was that 30 people were already on the team with only 1 senior. I doubt he was going take anyone else. Well, over the summer something drastic happened. About half the team transferred out and five new freshmen came in. It was totally bizarre. So what did I do. I got my ass into shape. My friend who went to Cornell for cross country got me in shape in about a month. September 3rd rolls aournd (day for tryouts) and I make a good impression on Richie Grant. He wants to see me in the spring. How kick ass is that! My hardwork payed off. Son in the end Wendy, your hardwork will also pay off in numerous ways. Lexi will get better and you'll become so rich off wiritng novels that Bush has to insert a new tax bracket for you! There you go.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Pakistan and Middle East

What's going on in Pakistan? Literally, Pakistan is just as unstable as Iraq or Afghanistan. President Musharraf is the United States puppet; that's the only reason he's still in office. If the Pakistani people are given a chance, they will oust him like the Iranians ousted Shah Pahlavi in the end of the 70s. There are quite a few Pakistanis that are Shia Muslims in Memphis. Most of them are well respected doctors. Consequently, Pakistanis are well educated. Consequently, the Pakistanis as a whole are well educated.

In fact it's so bad in Pakistan the Benazir Bhutto, who was basically kicked out of Pakistan at the end of her Presidency, is actually back in Pakistan and has a following. It reminds of the situation in Iran about 30 years ago. Ayatollah Khomeini was exiled in Paris, but returned to take power. I don't think the citizens in Pakistan want what happened to Iran to happen to them also. But the U.S. is playing on the wrong side of a fine line. The same fine line they played with Iran. So if the Bush administration is not careful, they could end up with anther Iran, a country that hates the guts of America.

All this brings us to the discussion of the Middle East. World issues seem to revolve around the Middle East. Since the beginning of civilization, the Middle East has been at the forefront of the world. It’s no different now. But can we say that this modern era of political turmoil started with Great Britain? It’s a growing theory that if after WWII the U.K. hadn’t granted parts of Palestine for Israel. This might not have started at all. I’m not sure but it’s something for me and everyone else to research. I know though from talking with one of my professors that countries such as Russia were in Persia in the 1800s doing horrible things. Part of this is my fault for knowing my own history. As a result, I encourage my fellow comrades to read the history of the United States. From there you can find a good identity of the kind of American who built this country. Then read the some world history and compare the differences and why this might result in the world policies of the present.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Alternative Energy

Having to do a 25 page paper on oil companies going green in my honors microeconomics class, I was surfing the web when I came upon this odd article on the web. Here is the link http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20729466 . For a while now, I thought researchers were beating their brains out trying to find better ways of extracting coal or working with ethanol. But in fact science's best friend, the nappy haired (Bill Nye) researcher in his garage, is thinking outside the box. For example, Louis Michaud, a retired petrochemical engineer, built a high tech swimming pool in his garage. Instead of creating splashes, this swimming pool creates twisters the size of the garage. Michaud's plan is to build one of these pools the size of a sports arena. It will most likely be built around a nuclear plant because the heat emitted from the plant will be used to create tornadoes 9 miles high. How freaky is that? Michaud believes the energy created by the tornadoes should equal the energy output of the nuclear plant. Now that's thinking outside the box.

Companies these days are looking for scientists/researches that are out of norm. Here's another example. Two MIT architecture students have developed a way to harness energy from people stepping on stairs. Or another idea is using kites to sail large 400 feet ships. I'm talking about the huge ocean liners. They are using a kite that is about 13,000 square feet. Now that's harnessing wind power. It's like going back to ancient times and using the nature as our way to harness energy. There infinite ways to harness energy and companies are looking out in the world for garage inventors with big idea. Benjamin Franklin once said that it's not who invented electricity who got rich, the one who invented the meter got rich. It's quite the same for energy. It's out there; we just need to find ways to utilize the nature for benefit. My father said to me and I personally agree," Life is going to get much harder for you. The air is bad. The economy is going to hell, along with the earth’s atmosphere. People are working to death. Watch out because I won’t be here for long.” Its time my generation took the initiative.

Reflection of first semester

Believe it or not, our first semester as college students is almost over. What does that mean? We have to schedule classes for next semester. I roommate wants to be a doctor but he is literally failing out of chemistry. This shows why college students change their majors so many damn times. They pick something that they like and end up failing that class. I already published a list of things about dorm life... here's some stuff about college observations.

1) College food becomes old and disgusting after like the 1st 2 months. yea since we have 7 more semesters to go.

2) The only time the library actually gets busy in when finals roll around which is kinda sad.

3)Intramural games are fun way to get exercise and meet new people.

4)Walking 15 min to class and then walking another 15 back to your car.

5)Probability of never seeing your old professors if you're not that major.

6)Labs are long and tedious work. That's why I don't want to be a doctor. Too many damn labs.

7)Frats and Sororities think they are better than everybody else.

8)The enjoyment of seeing Derrick Rose and other basketball players. Seeing how tall they are is amazing.

Well that's 8 for now. I'll add more later.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Enough with the sanctions

What’s the deal with the U.S. and Iran? For over thirty years, these two countries have been at it. Ever since the Iranian revolution, U.S. and Iran governments have despised each other. In “The Commercial Appeal” today, there was an article about new sanctions imposed economically on Iran. My mother and I had a conversation about the situation in Iran. She walks into my room and I show her the newspaper.

“Not again.” she says,” Haven’t they put sanctions on Iran for the past thirty years. How many more sanctions can they put?”

“I don’t know really but if it hasn’t worked yet shouldn’t they try something else?” I replied.

“I think they just don’t want Iran to have nuclear weapons or any such power. That’s why they brought in Shah Pahlavi and then Ayatollah Khomeini. But in the end it backfired,” my mother said.

So I think now why the U.S. doesn’t try something new, maybe some diplomacy. The reason why Iran is so reluctant to talk to America is because past experiences have proven costly to trust America.

In the 1950s, Iranians kicked out Pahlavi for a reformist. However, America backed Pahlavi and brought him back to power. That pissed off Iran. Next American backed Pahlavi government in the last 1970s started to distance themselves from America. Thus America helps Iranians revolt and bring in Ayatollah Khomeini, they’re worst mistake. Thinking Khomeini will be friends with America; the U.S. government got a rude awakening. If you don’t know Khomeini, he’s the one who coined the phrase “America shataaneh” or in English “America is Satin”. This is my parents’ generation.

My generation is somewhat more liberal. Having the computer, internet, cell phones, etc. has opened our eyes to technology and the west. But I don’t if they will that jump to support the U.S. It all depends the kind of diplomacy the U.S. uses to combat the current regime. Not being able to trade and have relations with Iran could be detrimental to the U.S.’s future.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Why?

Why do humans always want to make other people do things their way? Whether it is what religion to practice or form of government, humans cannot leave each other alone. Societies want other societies to think the same as they do? This question interests me. I really cannot formulate a solution to this problem. Maybe if I studied the human psyche, or even better, the animal psyche, I would be able to comprehend our actions.

The United States wants to spread democracy all over the world and I'm fine with that. But Americans don't understand that races, ethnicity, etc. do not appreciate things forced upon them. Iranians are one of those races. Iranians, hate being told what to do. It just doesn't work like that for them.

I read this all the time in history books. White supremacy started because Darwin made that bullshit about evolution. Whites (Europeans and Americans) thought for reason they were better than the rest of the world. Yet they are too ignorant and hypocritical to know that 3000 years ago civilizations were flourishing in India, Iraq, Persia, China, and Egypt. Where were the Europeans? I think they were still in the caveman mode.

I hope I am not sounding too emotional or showing hatred. I'm just trying to be honest. The reason why Westerners were able to flex their ideas and society to the rest of the world was due to gunpowder. The one thing that caught the imagination of Westerners, blowing things up. I find it ironic that the first cannons were church bells laying on their sides. While the Chinese invented gunpowder for fireworks, the second it reached the west some idiot said "hey, we can kill with this thing."

During all this reasoning in my brain, something odd occurred to me. Children! Why are children overlooked? The one person you have the ability to teach your ways, your beliefs, what you see in life is your child. Think about it. A baby is born, wiped clean nothing in the brain except a couple of natural instincts and father and mother's genes. You have the ability to shape this baby into an angel or demon. The baby can learn to be obedient and thoughtful or irrational and rude. It's all up to the parents. But what are the parents doing? They are too busy thinking how to make the rest of the world think while the younger generations in their own, native, indigenous country rot. Being 18, we might not have children until later on in our lives, but I'd like everyone who reads this blog to remember that the one chance you have for someone to think the way you want them to think is your child. Take advantage of it.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Talking to Professors

I was in my economics class one day with Dr. Okunade and as usual he bragged about his children, which is fine. It motivates me even more to do better in school. He mentioned a story of his younger son who is a pre-med going to a professor at 7:30 in the morning to talk to him. Ten minutes later, fifteen other students showed to talk with the professor. Dr. Okunade was getting the point across that this university (Illinois I assume) is highly competitive and high standard school because students care what they get. Yet at the University of Memphis, almost no one visits him during his office hours. As a result, I don't necessarily go to my microeconomics professor, but I do go to Dr. Camp, my intro-civil prof., daily to ask questions and talk.

While many students are enjoying the fall break away from school, you could find me at 8:oo am on Monday in the engineering building doing research. Yes, I said it. A freshman is doing research. I encourage everyone who reads this blog to get more involved in the area they are getting majored in. Do you know why? It's basically universal that I want to attend the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign for graduate school (quick note: Illinois is considered top three civil engineering program in the world.). The importance is that the professor I am doing research for just got his Ph. D from there. Connections! Can't live without them. Plus I'm my name gets put on the paper when published and I enjoy learning about geotechnical engineering.

Also, I talk to Dr. Camp often. He is my civil engineering intro professor. He is kind and very helpful. Today, Tuesday October 16 I was at school again early in the morning. I went to ask Dr. Camp a couple of questions about concrete but ended staying an hour and a half talking about everything including: politics, music, graduate school and jobs, history, and the book he was reading. In the end when I left, I was apologizing for taking up so much of his time. But he immediately replied that he was sorry for wasting my time. I think he speaks for all the professors at this university. Students don't go and meet their professors out of class.

Burke's Book Store

Honestly, I don't travel to Midtown. I see bumper stickers that say Memphis is Midtown but immediately dismiss any notion Midtown is better than East Memphis. I believe the crime rate is lower in East Memphis and the homes are better; though Midtown has much more history than East Memphis, which brings me to Burke's Book Store. Luckily, I remembered Wendy mentioning Burke's was in the Cooper Young area because apparently there is one on Poplar Avenue and I initially got the directions for that book store.

Driving and parking at Burke's Bookstore was an entire adventure for me. Driving through neighborhoods that had homes with the same architecture, I felt a homogeneity in Midtown. Parking my car nearly was a nuisance and actually feeling like nothing was going to happen to it gave me butterflies. Upon arriving at the bookstore, I noticed Jenn and Sarah were already there. I said my hellos and went venturing to find a book. In the end, I did find a book called The Fourth Dimension. I am only past the first chapter but I can tell it is going to be a brain beater.

It wasn't until around 7:00 that the show started. After Wendy's opening speech, three people talked in front of the small crowd. My favorite was the second reader. She read an essay on the relevance of the number nine. Throwing in the Beatles and cool facts how if you listened closely to the Beatles songs, you could hear Paul trying to kill someone. It was very odd, but maybe that's due to the fact I didn't grow up with the Beatles. The third reader was a funny looking black dude who was actually shorter than me. So I instantly like him. Out of all the readers, he seemed the most calm and flowing. He read two poems. The first reader read a part of a fiction essay.

Overall, I appreciated what these people brought to read. I got sidetracked at the end though because the man with the camera kept on taking pictures of Jenn and me; I had to put on my game face. :)

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Scenes Related to the Title: Family Joke

As a famiily joke, the parents taunt the children into getting in the car after exiting the restaurant only to be let down. Something of this sort would make me furious and to the point where I would cry. Feeling humilated and manipulated, letting out my sorrow for such a prank is all I can do. When I think about it, I get shivers sent down my spine to think my parents would ever do this to me.

Looking at the essay, it is unbeleivable to find everyone in the family including David amused by this joke. I don not understand this family. I'm sorry but now I am confused. David and his sister are silent when punished entertained when forced to obdiently follow a car. I remember the Tiger Wood' Buick commercial in which a guy gets locked out of the car ends up trying to get in but Tiger and his buddy don't let him. It seems as though, everything in Mamet's life is backwards. Parents are not encouraging; in fact, they are the opposite.

Why is this in the essay, specifically this scene? Maybe David is telling us how his childhood was like a rake. We talked about what a rake symbolizes:gathering, cleansing, dislike, harsh. Mamet disguises the rake gathering the children as a rake does with leaves.

Response 2 Cycle of Violence

I felt a strong realtion to this Swedish movie I once saw called "Evil". It such a beautiful movie. A troubled teenager, Eric Ponti, is constantly tortured and whipped by his stepfather for his bad behavior while his mother watches in silence. Eric is eventually sent to an expensive and high class private school. Immediately after arriving, there are power struggles between the older boys and Eric. We see Eric go through many tests of courage and violence. In the end, Eric Ponti comes back home graduated from school with good grades. And when the stepfather tries to beat Eric, Eric defies all and beats up the stepfather and kicks him out of the house. In the end of this all, the violence of the stepfather got back to him.

In Mamet's essay, we see David and his sister punished continually. Mostly though David's sister is beaten. One day, however, David throws the rake at his sister. What caused this urge, longing, desire to throw the rake? I believe it was the actions of the stepfather that aroused this action by David. The continual loss of the temper and brute actions of the stepfather negatively affect David in the end.

I feel the same remorse for Eric Ponti as I do for David and his sister. Although Eric eventually gets revenge and David does not, the theme that the violence of another person transmits to another person far outweighs everything else. I believe what David did was uncalled for, but he had no control over what was happening.

Concrete Image: Aunt/ Naughty Child

My aunt died of breast cancer earlier this year. I barely even knew her. My mother and father always quarlelled who destroyed her life. My father said my grandparents ruined her life while my mother says it was my father's fault all along. They both have their opinions. Nor did it help when I was eight or nine years old, my mother and my aunt stopped seeing each other. My mother always labeled her sister as the naughty child ofthe family, as if she was the perfect one.

In The Rake, at the mother's funeral the sister learns her mother was the naughty child in the family. Instantly I remebered my own aunt. She was labeled the trouble maker. I know she did not get beat like the mother in the rake though. Still, to label a child naughty and then for the rest of their lives to keep that same persepective of her. It's digustful.

How can a mother or father taint one of their children as naughty and then to beat them for that? It is beyond understanding. By creating that child, God is entrusting you to provide adequately for the child and this is just monetary. If not, punishment in the next life will be for certain. Earlier in the essay, the sister walks in on the grandfather, mother, and stepfather in an emotional state. The grandfather is crying; unable to say three words "I love her". It is almost like a sin; you are saying you do not love your child. Why cannot the grandfather muster enough courage to say he loves his daughter. Is it because he will finally feel the remorse for his actions?

The only explanation for me is guilt. The grandfather is guilty of his past actions. Now my stomach is churning. Why can't people just forgive and let love. Be merciful to each other.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Men's Soccer Got Spanked!

Most people on campus have never seen the University of Memphis men's soccer play. Most students didn't we had a decent team. But then again who cares about soccer in America. Half of those who care really only give a crap because David Beckham is handsome (interpreting what girls think here) and the other half are Mexican. Well that's stretching it. But it is absolutely true.

Anyways the men's soccer team played number 10 ranked Creighton and let's just say Memphis laid an egg the first half. The final score was 3-1 but the score does not reflect the game. The first half was all Creighton while the second half was predominately dominated by Memphis. The importance here is yet again Memphis chokes in front of a decent size crowd and a ranked opponent. Give credit to Richie Grant for scheduling such hard teams but sometime along the line you've got to beat a ranked opponent. I haven't seen it happen for a while. Within the first 20-25 minutes the score was 3-0. It was that lopsided. Though I must say there was this one hilarious scene near the end of the game. A Memphis midfielder had the ball deep in his own half when a Creighton player came and tried to nail him in the balls. Everyone in the crowd screamed what the hell! Keep in mind this was within 10 yards of the Memphis bench. Richie Grant was furious. No one could understand Richie screaming and bitching in his Irish accent except at the end of the whole scenario. The inept referee gave the player a yellow card and was immediately taken out of the game by his coach. And as he walked of the field, Richie Grant in his Irish accent yelled "he's (Creighton coach) duing what you (ref) should ave done, take him oyt of the game!". Oh the whole crowd was laughing. There was another instance when another Creighton player got fouled and got up into the ref's face. Once in the ref's face, the player started to cuss the ref out but in the middle of it all his voice cracked. Oh boy, and he was a senior. Haha!

I mention all this because I tried out for the soccer team and I got some postive results. He told me to come back in the spring to tryout for a week this time. I was one of the only ones to get asked back. As a result, whenver Memphis is in town playing soccer, I try to watch the game to see what college ball really is. I noticed that college soccer is overrated and college soccer players are arrogant and unskillful. It is no wonder why professional soccer never get a firm hold in America.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Honors? A Loaded Word

Today I am going in depth on my opinions on the honors program at the University of Memphis. Dr. Shirley Raines states the honors program is growing, which in fact it is. Yet, what does the term “honors” signify? In reality, it is meaningless. Students are only required to take one honors class per semester in order to qualify for the honors diploma. Sure the honors classes are smaller and more discussion base and I applaud that. But one class does not give the right for a person to brag they are in the honors program. Additionally I want to know how many people are taking all honors courses like me. I have five classes and two labs and they are all to my knowledge honors classes if an honors class is available.

So at the University of Memphis, we have 400 students who technically are honors but most likely not up to par to other honors program. Then there are the required UNHP classes that I don’t know what they accomplish. In fact when I talked to my engineering advisor, she was adamant that I cannot graduate without taking 2 or 4 UNHP courses (I forget how many it is.). When I was in high school, an honors student meant something. Now apparently a student can get away with saying he or she graduated with honors by just taking a measly two hour course. That’s degrading. In order to be part of the honors program, the student must at least have 6 hours preferably all honors classes per semester.

Part of the problem is students not wanting to push themselves. They would rather party it up than hit the books and literally live in the library. Instead of attending a top notch graduate program like Illinois Urbana-Champaign or Berkeley, most just end taking a job for 40,000 after getting a B.S. degree, which really is a bullshit degree. So the question is whether the students at the University of Memphis are here for play or business. From what I see, most (most not all) students are here so they can say they went to school. So that’s the problem. A solution can be for all the students to get off their asses and perform, make the University of Memphis a legit metropolitan university and not known as “Tiger High”. Trust me we are not only helping ourselves get better jobs with higher pay but also we are helping pave the way for future Memphis students to be recognized as the best.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Practical Economics Lesson: Obesity

When I first signed up for honors microeconomics, I was unsure what to expect. Lo and behold Dr. Okunade walks in cracks a couple of jokes ans starts elaborating on the science of economics. Now economics fascinates me to the point I am thinking about a minor in economics or financing. Economics is like science. First economists observe, theorize, and then observe some more. So one day I was observing a fast food restaurant ( I don't eat fast food anymore.). And suddenly the light bulb clicked on. Why were Americans getting so fat. It couldn't be because maybe we all woke up and said we haven't consumed enough food the last 200 years. No, it lies with the efficiency.

Short definition of economics: most efficient way of allocating resources to where they need to be. History lesson: Americans always will by any means try to become more efficient. Now toss in inflation and we have a bad tasting stew starting to brew. After the September 11 attack, the U.S. economy went into a small recession. So what happened? Prices started to climb, but the income of Americans wasn't keeping up. As a result, Americans were losing the power of their hard earned dollar. And we all know that Americans like to get the biggest bang out of their buck. Here's the critical thing, the buyers have a decision to make: eat the crappy food which is cheap and gets more value or buy fruit or something relatively healthy which is more expensive. Let's take an example, a person choosing to buy a meal at Macdonald's. This person has a tight budget; he can only spend five dollars. His choices include a the Big Mac with biggie fries and a drink for $5 or a salad and drink for $5. Obviously this person is going to take the burger: 1) he's getting more food per dollar and 2) when it comes to being healthy or completely full, human instinct takes over. Consequently, we've seen more and more Americans eating less healthy because they can't afford healthy expensive foods. Americans are already workaholics; thus, they can't possibly work any more to earn extra cash. Either the wages increase or inflation decreases. I don't see any of those two possibilities occurring soon.

Being a college student, this relates also to us. Most of us are on a meal plan; so we have either $6 or richardson blue zone to eat at. We either go to richardson and eat the horrible crap or spend $6 on a fries and coke and chick-fil-a sandwich. What could be worse? Please listen to me. Everyone stop trying to be so efficient when choosing lunch or dinner. It's okay to spend less than $6 and it's okay to get something healthy even it takes more time to make.

Disclaimer: This is not the only reason Americans are fat, but it's one variable in a nasty equation.

Please on what you think of this.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Reflection of Taylor Bradford's Death

First of all, I would like to send my sympathies to the family and friends of Taylor Bradford. What happened on Sunday night was awful and hopefully it will never happen.

This Sunday night, Taylor was shot and killed near the Carpenter Complex apartments. It was tragic. It's not the same magnitude of Virginal Tech, but it is something we as a community can learn. I hope people who read this understand that I am just a person who goes to the University of Memphis. In fact, the only reason Taylor and I can be mentioned in the same sentence is because we both attend the same undergraduate school. The problem arises here. Everyone thinks if a person does not show sympathy or compassion, then that person is automatically a freak or lunatic. But in reality, it's not true. For example, let's consider my own case. So I sympathize for the family and especially parents for losing a child. But that's it. I can't say anymore because I don't know anything else. This is the case for the rest of the University of Memphis Campus. We care, just about the wrong things. We care for ourselves, not Taylor. And that's human instinct. We are naturally lazy, evil, and greedy. As a result, the effect of the shooting personally on me is minimal. We hear about five different homicides on the local news.

Another issue is whether there are campus safety problems across the country. After researching the web for crimes in the university campuses, I found that in fact crime has overall decease from 2002 to 2003. Thus can we say there is a problem with campus safety? Nope. So what this boils down to is violence. I'd say the first time someone robbed from another person it was 10,000 years ago when civilization just started. It occurred to a caveman that another caveman possessed something he liked and the rest is history. How do we eradicate violence? We don't! We can't! Not unless the Rockefeller's, Bush's, and Carnegie's live at the same standard of living as middle class Americans.

At this point in the argument, the reader most feels pessimistic over the possibility of accomplishing something towards minimizing violence. My solution, even though there is no problem here, is derived from this article I found searching the web trying to find correlations between the crime in Europe and Asia to the United States. I urge you to read this article. Here is the link http://www.huppi.com/kangaroo/L-gunownership.htm. Dealing with violence is Alost trying to catch Osama bin Laden. I advocate citizens of Memphis and America to live life because danger is omnipresent. Yesterday we lost Taylor; tomorrow I might die. In the end, the world will slowly progress to entropy.

Monday, October 1, 2007

walking in memphis

So first of all I’d like to say that I’m not addicted to any drugs like cocaine or crystal meth. I’m only addicted to soccer and women and of course school work.

As I follow the concrete pavement, I understand my position in the universe. It’s not a x-y-z coordinate. I’m a radiant energy, not enough to disturb the natural equilibrium of this world. The effects I have on my surroundings are minimal, however, the effects of the world are quite large. I’m walking. I pass the chemistry and biology buildings. I put in perspective what I’m made up of. I come to a halt at Campus School. The school in which I went to first grade. I feel as though in space the only thing measured is time. Time, the one dimension relevant in physics, lets me visualize what I am , was, and will be.
First of all, I am just an idea in space floating around constantly bombarded with other ideas. In retrospect, I like a parasite. I take other ideas and use them.
There is nothing in space. How can we be in space? It’s not logical. If I was in space, I would be best described as an ant. An ant is insignificant, useless, and disgraceful. The way humans think is disgraceful because humans are lazy, greedy, and naturally evil. I have no opinions. All trace of thinking is lost to me. I only observe. I just saw a cinnamon red Chrysler 300 with 22 inch rims and bumpin music.
My future is in limbo. I don’t know the right path from wrong. I compare myself to Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. stuck between following the yellow brick road and diverging into the wilderness. As I write this essay, it’s hard for me not to think of my future. I’m sitting on the steps of Life Science. I remember my mom persuading me to be a doctor.
I must say that in space I’m free, however insignificant I am, I am able to do what I want. My destiny is in my own hands. Only time will tell as I travel through the abyss of space if I realize who I am and will be.

self-evaluation

I don't know what to say now about my experience. I definitely changed as a writer from the write the author's meaning to how the author got his meaning out. I'm not sure if that makes sense, but I can relate it to my calculus class. Dr. Parrish is my calculus III teacher, and he is an extraordinary the way he teaches. Most math professors teach by showing a formula of a partial derivative and using it in a problem. On the contrary, Dr. Parrish shows his students how the mathematician used simple calculus to prove a formula. The light bulb hit me on Friday when we were discussing proving limits of three dimensions by the epsilon and delta method that everyone overlooks the simple tools that make the complex beings. In the essay Fourth of July, I felt the same way. This whole time I read a work to find its themes only. But now! But now I read an essay like it’s my Bible or Koran or Torah, looking for intricate details that never would have popped when I would read while I am in bed. Please forgive though if the transition of analyzing work takes longer for me. I am a civil engineer major. My parents are both engineers. I have literally been bred to be efficient, accurate, and precise. I am supposed to find the problem and find a solution, if I wanted to use creativity it was either at soccer or chess. And I did use that creativity well at soccer and chess.

Though it’s sad to say the first couple of times I read the essay, I looked for the broad ideas. Okay, what’s this mean and what’s the universal theme. Sweet, I found the theme. I’ll write me essay now and get done and move to something else. That’s why my first rough draft was very depressing and what was more depressing was that my group said I did a good job. When I read over my rough draft, I nearly barfed. As a result, the next few times I read the essay, I looked for details on how Audre Lorde told her story of racism. It was hard at first, but it got easier and easier. My final rough draft was so far in my life my best work. Hopefully Wendy thinks it was worth her time because this will automatically be a confidence booster.

Next time… I think next time I would like to be more critical and analytical. I get caught in the story net as most readers do. Better responses from my peers would be beneficial. Additionally, I feel as if I might have left something in the Fourth of July untouched, something of deeper meaning. I don’t know and probably will never know. But I want to make sure I dig every bone out of the grave next time. I’m going to make Shakespeare tear apart the heavens when he finds out that I’ve dug him out and left nothing for him in this world.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Final Text Paper

The Fourth of July is the birthday of the United States and the day as a country we grew up and parted ways with our mother, Great Britain. Audre Lorde delves into the abyss of independence of not the country but of the human race controlled for the past four hundred years. In the passage “The Fourth of July”, Lorde utilizes her tone and opinions on racism in a narrative by a graduating middle school student. Lorde uses the narrator as her persona to establish her values and give the essay an active voice. Additionally, by incorporating colors that Audre Lorde so lavishly depicts adds a dimension to the two distinct colors of white and black. All the injustices that the narrator’s family endures, her parents ignore them as if they never happened. While outraging Audre, we see the effects of silent complicity on blacks and on Audre Lorde. The symbolism of brightness, sunlight, and sunglasses permeate throughout the essay, establishing another color symbolism. Audre Lorde uses the birthplace of the United States as her setting to illustrate the deeper meaning of freedom.
Audre Lorde disguises her theme of racism deep into a story of a girl who just graduated from middle school. Her family set out to Washington D.C., home to monuments of war, deceased presidents, and democracy. At first, the narrator is awed and excited that she is going to Washington D.C. The narrator, however, journeys through a rite of passage in which we see her grow up from a teenager to a young adult ready to understand the complicated world of racism in America.
In the first sentence of the passage, Lorde describes the time as the “…edge of summer when I was supposed to stop being a child” (567). What is “stop being a child”? Is it when the child transcends that journey to high school as it is in the story or a broader meaning to adults? When will adults mature to a point in which racism and ignorance become the past? These are the questions Audre Lorde poses deep into her passage. The phrase “stop being” appears again stressing the universality of human weakness; we will never stop being judgmental to foreigners. Lorde additionally uses Washington D.C. to represent the divided America. Washington D.C., which has so much history, commemorates the Civil War and President Lincoln’s fight for equality amongst all Americans. Furthermore, July Fourth is “Independence Day” for Americans. But who really was freed from the wrath of Great Britain? The answer is whites; it took one hundred more years until blacks were “freed” and approximately another one hundred fifty years later and blacks are still not socially equal. It is also important to note that the first impression of the narrator towards Washington D.C. is like she was mesmerized. Lorde describes the city using alliteration as “…the fabled and famous capital of our country.” (567). We will see at the end, the narrator’s attitude toward D.C. has changed dramatically.
Instantly Audre tells us that the family is poor and must ride at night on the milk train. Here we see Audre’s first example of the disparity between black and white. White milk, night train, and cheap, by reevaluating we can understand Lorde meaning of blacks still bonded in a slave-like manner. The family must ride the night train because whites manipulate money in order to influence blacks; they cannot afford anything else. The author moves us through the train ride with colorful descriptions of different foods. “She packed slices of brown bread and butter and green pepper and carrots. There were little violently yellowed ice cakes with scalloped edges called “marigolds,” that came from Cushman’s Bakery.” (567) Notice the words violently yellowed and the reappearance of “edges”. Lorde uses her diction carefully to denote violence and different colors. The alliteration of brown bread and butter signifies whites and blacks are in economic sense complimentary goods. They need each other to make a whole; they belong together like peanut butter and jelly. The misleading words “preparations in the air” gives the tone of the essay an energetic sense, yet, as we read further on the reality sets in that everything is a false hope. The word choice of dainty and mobile feast triggers images to reel the reader into story.
The importance of Philadelphia is understood more than Washington. The city of brotherly love and home of the Liberty Bowl is a more ideal place for equality than the capital of the country, Washington. William Penn, founder of the state of Pennsylvania, reminds us of a short period of equality in the fledging Americas. Penn’s radical thinking shunned him from England, but he became a symbol of respect. Instead of forcing Native Americans westward, he bought their land. Pennsylvania was the first the state to allow people of all religions. Pennsylvania symbolizes Lorde’s perspective of a progressive state.
An interesting comparison is made on page 568 between ice tea and mayonnaise jar. Ice tea is the color brown while mayo is white. Lorde is utilizing color to further her theme of racism. The iced tea inside the mayo jar represents blacks locked in the grasp of whites. The actions of the blacks are confined within a space with no freedom unless this jar is to be broken. Lorde uses rosewater and glycerin as examples of universal truths. Rosewater portrays nature and its beauty and perfection; on the other hand, glycerin is man made with side effects if consumed. As a result, we conclude that the natural way of life is perfect, but the influence of humans disrupts nature and causes long term consequences. Relating again to economics, in the end the natural flow of life will find the true equilibrium.
The sister of Audre, Phyllis, is told by nuns that she will not be welcome to her high school senior trip because she is a “negro”. The underlying fact here is even religion is discriminating against blacks. The one place, time that everyone is equal is in the eyes of God, yet God’s servants are hypocritical to not allow a negro girl to accompany her classmates to Washington D.C. because Phyllis “would not be happy at the hotel.” The response of the parents infuriated Audre Lorde. Silent complicity is the act of as if nothing ever happened. How could Phyllis’s parents do that, living in silence? Audre Lorde is trying to persuade to us that silent complicity will not help, the only way to further the human rights of blacks is action. “As usual, whatever my mother did not like and could not change, she ignored. Perhaps it would go way, deprived of her attention.” (568) Lorde makes a strong point that the mother represents a stereotypical black by succumbing to ignorance. Her lack of confidence to deal with racism head on infuriates Lorde, who through the narrator voices her opinion of pro-action. The brilliancy of Lorde continues by comparing the father and mother. The mother is bright, and father is brown. Uncharacteristically, the “brown” father is the one who thinks progressively. The exact opposite is perceived by the world; whites are adopting new ideas and progressing and blacks decaying under ignorance. The daughters, furthermore, are in between the mother and father, indicating they are in the middle between white and black or grey areas.
Why did Audre Lorde choose the name Phyllis? In Greek mythology, Phyllis is the daughter of the King of Thrace who she marries the son of Theseus, Demophoon. However, when Demophoon leaves to help his father in the Trojan War, Phyllis’s sorrow leads her to commit suicide by hanging herself from a tree. The name of Phyllis alludes to the action of lynching of blacks in the early twentieth century.
The tone of “The Fourth of July” is innocent at the beginning but slowly morphs into outrage and anger. The tone is also informal, especially at times when Lorde inserts teenage vocabulary such as “umpteenth time” to connect with the young audience. “Mother never mentioned that black people were not allowed into railroad dining cars headed south in 1947.” (568) I can hear the boom of Audre Lorde’s hammer striking the tone and innocence of the story out with a tense anger driven narrator craving to find out why everyone ignores the constant discrimination they face. “My mother and father believed that they could best protect their children from the realities of race in America and the fact of American racism by never giving them name, mush less discussing their nature.” (568) The child does not understand why her parents are so passive in their views of combating discrimination. As a result, when we see the child narrator start to mature and understand the realities of American society, she takes an active sign of combating racism by writing to the President, while the father silently dissuades her from that notion.
We already know the narrator is on the opposite side of the spectrum, but Lorde solidifies that position at the hotel. “In Washington D.C., we had one large room with two double beds and an extra cot for me.” I understand now; Lorde has purposefully distance the narrator from the rest of the family. The incidence at Breyer’s ice cream and soda fountain demonstrates the difference. Everyone in her family, sisters and parents, are silent about what happened to them, thinking they should have anticipated the outcome. The determined narrator, on the contrary writes a letter to the president in her diary.
Brightness, sunlight, the whiteness of the buildings and pavements all procure disgustful images into the narrator’s mind. The “dazzling whiteness” results the narrator to constantly squint, eventually her eyes become dilated and vulnerable. She becomes vulnerable to the white perspective; it surrounds her and follows her. It is omnipotent. When she wants to wear sunglasses the dark perspective, her parents naively shoot the idea down. The whiteness encompassing everything from the government monuments to public land symbolizes white’s supremacy.
The sentence structure and organization are simple to keep the story flowing. Lorde does not use complicated vocabulary words because she found it more persuading to use the diction of a middle school student to capture the essence of racism in America. Action not silent complicity is what Audre Lorde praises. By the end of the passage, we see the author’s emotions erupt into leading the protagonist to write to the president.
In a world with inequality and injustice, the words of Audre Lorde speak to her readers. Was it not until Martin Luther King Jr., and his companions took a stand that they were finally given the unalienable rights that are mention in the constitution? By incorporating vivid images of color and the disgust of silent complicity, Audre Lorde’s purpose is to relay nothing good will ever be with silent complicity. The emphasis of white and black, two colors on the opposite color spectrum, by Audre Lorde makes the reader realize that there are grey areas in which we can all exist. People are treated unfairly everyday in the world. Audre Lorde asks them, literally begs them to hearken and be proactive in shaping this world into equality for all.




Works Cited

Lorde, Audre. “The Fourth of July.” Language Awareness: Readings for College Writers. Ed. Paul Eschholz et al. 9th ed. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin’s, 2005. 567-570.

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Monday, September 24, 2007

Fourth of July

The Fourth of July is the birthday of the United States and the day we grew up and went different ways with our mother Great Britain. Audre Lorde delves into the abyss of independence of not the country but of the human race controlled for the past four hundred years. In the passage “The Fourth of July”, Lorde utilizes her tone and opinions on racism in a narrative by a graduating middle school student. Additionally, by incorporating colors that Audre Lorde so lavishly depicts adds a dimension to the two categories of white and black. All the injustices that the narrator’s family endures, her parents ignore them as if they never happened. While outraging Audre, we see the effects of silent complicity on blacks and on Audre Lorde. Audre Lorde uses the birthplace of the United States as her setting to illustrate the deeper meaning of freedom.
Audre Lorde disguises her theme of racism deep into a story of a girl who just graduated from middle school. Her family set out to Washington D.C., home to monuments of war, deceased presidents, and democracy. At first, the narrator is awed and excited that she is going to Washington D.C. However, the narrator journeys through a short rite of passage in which we see her grow up from a teenager to a young adult ready to understand the complicated world of racism in America.
In the first sentence of the passage, Lorde describes the time as the “…edge of summer when I was supposed to stop being a child” (567). What is stop being a child? Is it when the child transcends that journey to high school as it is in the story or a broader meaning to adults. When will adults mature to a point in which racism and ignorance become the past? These are the questions Audre Lorde poses deep into her passage. Additionally, Lorde uses Washington D.C. to represent the divided America. Washington D.C., which has so much history, commemorates the Civil War and President Lincoln’s fight for equality amongst all Americans. Furthermore, July Fourth is “Independence Day” for Americans. But who really was freed from the wrath of Great Britain? The answer is whites; it took one hundred more years until blacks were “freed” and approximately another one hundred fifty years later and blacks are still not equal. It is also important to note that the first impression of the narrator towards Washington D.C. is like she was mesmerized. Lorde describes the city as “…the fabled and famous capital of our country.” (567). We will see at the end, the narrator’s attitude toward D.C. has changed dramatically.
Instantly Audre tells us that the family is poor and must ride at night on the milk train. Here we see Audre’s first example of the disparity between black and white. The author moves us through the train ride with colorful descriptions of different foods. “She packed slices of brown bread and butte and green pepper and carrots. There were little violently yellowed ice cakes with scalloped edges called “marigolds,” that came from Cushman’s Bakery.” (567) Notice the words violently yellowed and the reappearance of “edges”. Lorde uses her diction carefully to denote violence and different colors. The importance of Philadelphia is understood more than Washington D.C. The city of brotherly loved and home of the Liberty Bowl is a more ideal place for equality than the capital of the country, Washington.
An interesting comparison is made on page 568 between ice tea and mayonnaise jar. Ice tea is the color brown while mayo is white. Lorde is utilizing color to further her theme of racism. The iced tea inside the mayo jar represents blacks locked in the grasp of whites. The actions of the blacks is confined within a space with no freedom unless this jar is to be broken. Lorde uses rosewater and glycerin (used by the family) as examples of universal truths. Rosewater portrays nature and its beauty and perfection; on the other hand, glycerin is man made with side effects if consumed. As a result, we come to conclude that the natural way of life will be perfect with no animosity while the influence of man to disrupt nature causes long-term problems .
The sister of Audre, Phyllis, is told by nuns that she will not be welcome to her high school senior trip because she is a “negro”. The underlying fact here is even religion is discriminating against blacks. The one place, time that everyone is equal is in the eyes of God, yet God’s servants are hypocritical to not allow a negro girl to accompany her classmates to Washington D.C. because Phyllis “would not be happy at the hotel.” The response of the parents infuriated Audre Lorde. Silent complicity is the act of as if nothing ever happened. How could Phyllis’s parents do that, living in silence. Audre Lorde is trying to persuade to us that silent complicity will not help, the only way to further the human rights of blacks is by peaceful action.
Lynching in the south was predominant in the nineteenth century to the first half of the twentieth century. Why did Audre Lorde choose the name Phyllis? In Greek mythology, Phyllis is the daughter of the King of Thrace who she marries the son of Theseus, Demophoon. However, when Demophoon leaves to help his father in the Trojan War, Phyllis’s sorrow leads her to commit suicide by hanging herself from a tree. Thus the older sister Phyllis alludes to the lynching of blacks in America.
The tone of “The Fourth of July” is innocent at the beginning but slowly morphs into outrage and anger. “Mother never mentioned that black people were not allowed into railroad dining cars headed south in 1947.” (568) I can hear the boom of Audre Lorde’s hammer striking the tone and innocence of the story out with a tense anger driven narrator craving to find out why everyone ignores the constant discrimination they face. “My mother and father believed that they could best protect their children from the realities of race in America and the fact of American racism by never giving them name, mush less discussing their nature.” (568) The child does not understand why her parents have to so passive in their views of combating discrimination. As a result, when we see the child narrator start to mature and understand the realities of American society, she takes an active sign of combating racism by writing to the President, while the father silently dissuades her from that notion.
The incidence at Breyer’s ice cream and soda fountain is the turning point of the narrator. The tone relates anger of a higher magnitude. Everyone in her family, sisters and parents, are salient about what happened to them. With the inclusion of the narrators hatred of Washington D.C. because it is much brighter and hotter, we see Audre Lorde utilize the colors of white to tell us that white supremacy is everywhere; its omnipotent.
Lorde’s use of alliteration is apparent in describing the mother as “bright” and father as “brown”. Additionally, Lorde describes the family sitting down at the ice cream shop by alliteration of the consonant “c” (corded and crisp). The author’s imagery captures our imagination with different sequences of colors clashing against each other: the bright mother, dark father, bright memorials, white pavement, and vibrancy of food. The peaches of fuzz and violently yellow iced cakes puts our minds to relaxation and comfort, exactly what Lorde’s purpose is. Lorde makes us feel connected to the story by using an innocent child recapture her adventure. I personally felt a faulty sense of security with the images of food and traveling. The sentence structure and organization are simple to keep the story flowing. Lorde does not use complicated vocabulary words because she found it more persuading to use the diction of a middle school student to capture the essence of racism in America. Action not silent complicity is what Audre Lorde praises. By the end of the passage, we see the author’s emotions erupt into leading the protagonist to write to the president.
In a world with inequality and injustice, the words of Audre Lorde speak to her readers. Was it not until Martin Luther King Jr., and his companions took a stand that they were finally given the unalienable rights that are mention in the constitution? By incorporating vivid images of color and the disgust of silent complicity, Audre Lorde’s purpose is to relay to us nothing good will happen with silent complicity. People are treated unfairly everyday in the world. Audre Lorde asks them, literally begs them to hearken and be proactive in shaping this world into equality for all.

All I see is green!

Thanks to Al Gore, the country has gone hay wire that the world is about to end. In a world in which going green is the fad, more and more people are becoming self conscience of how they live. The two articles I read do not necessarily have to do with each other, but they both talk about trying to save fuels.

My first article is from the National Review Online and is called "Biofueling Disorder". Of course this article being serious and all is very objective. China this China that, it goes on and on. However, this article points out that thanks to China, which suddenly decided to start using massive amounts of energy and the increase of production of biofuels the price of food is going to rise substantially. Apparently the world’s supply of wheat and grain are thinning out. Thus, countries that have to import grains are literally screwed. There is hope and that's where biotechnology comes in to help productivity and many other things. Economically speaking and this is my point of view, we might be lowering the cost of fuel to consume but we are additionally raising the cost of food. And everyone knows that when people get hungry and don't have to eat anything, then the government better watch out. As a result, as of now it's not a good solution to increase the production of biofuels. I propose that scientists keep on doing research to find more efficient biofuels so the world grain supply will not be strained.

My next article is a blog called “Filling Up for Less” in which someone has written steps for people to make their car and gasoline more efficient. I think it is a universal truth that women are real bad with cars and never check anything until the engine light comes on. That’s at least with what I saw at my high school and my mom and sister. There are many easy steps such as maintaining your car’s air filter and oil. Additionally, don’t carry extra weight in your car and don’t drive like you’re in the Fast and the Furious. It’s okay to roll your window down also. All these small notes are so minor that we forget them, when in fact they may help our car gain five to fifteen miles more to the gallon. It’s a shame that people think we need to find the next cure for cancer in order to save our world form our own destruction. Take Gore’s advice and be conscious of you live your life.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Prime Directive

Prime Directive is enlightening and layered with deep meaning. David Griffith writes with eloquence about the morality of humans and how far it can take them before committing an unthinkable act. From the very beginning, the narrator Captain Kirk is wishing he had gone to evening Mass before the eve of Halloween. “I could’ve used the reminder that we are on the eve of a holy day. And I could have used the blessing.” What does he mean? The answer is that he mentions above that the world seems rife with omens; Halloween represents death and the uncertainty of what your life is after death. Thus Griffith is already battling inside his own mind, his conscience, pitted against instinctive nature. “… and I always drink a few beers to help me sleep.” Clearly Griffith wants us to know how fragile humans are to changes in their surroundings. With his wife and family gone, Griffith is lonely, slowly turning into an alcoholic, and constantly doubting himself if he’s dong the right thing. But here is a major difference between Army Specialist Garner and Griffith when it comes to Abu Ghraib, Griffith would question his morals and beliefs before committing any atrocity.

“The Prime Directive is the moral code that governs the conduct of all Space Federation members;, it says no Star Fleet personnel may interfere with the healthy development of alien life and culture.” Don’t we have such a document? I am thinking of the Geneva Convention. You know the document all humans are supposed to abide by. It’s almost the same thing except the U.S. Army is the Anti-Starship Enterprise. Instead of leaving aliens or foreigners alone, the U.S. army invades their culture that has be instilled there since Prophet Mohammad and the beginnings of Islam.

" But no one mentions Abu Ghraib." Here we hit the pit hole of U.S. war on Iraq. Griffith mentions Abu Ghraib to exemplify the atrocities of us humans. Then again Griffith is biased towards people who go to war. "Those soldiers were hicks from the sticks; something in their environment made them this way." It's obvious to say that hicks who live in the middle of nowhere in their trailers go to the army because they are uneducated, naive, and easy to manipulate. These "hicks" are "not aware" of surrounding life that includes foreigners. He assumes that we the audience are educated, metropolitan people; thus he believes that we would never go to war which not always true.

Additionally, Griffith refers to pop culture of Outkast and Ching. This is merely to a tool for the audience to feel as though they have some similarities with the current culture. This enables the audience to believe that they at any time are part of the story. Later on Griffith expands on his idea of including the audience as a part of the story. When looking at the pictures from the Abu Ghraib prison, I was disgusted. Who could be so perverted? Obviously only hicks who have enlisted in the army. However, you can tell the narrator is also just as perverted when thinking about the girls in the Chingy video or looking up Scarlett's short skirt to see her fishnet stockings.

After taking the picture with one of his old acquaintances, the narrator suddenly realizes what he has done. By just posing in the picture, he did the unthinkable. This whole time he thought that only hicks from Nowheresville, USA could be naive enough to do the things at Abu Ghraib. Now, an educated and metropolitan person had just taken part in the Abu Ghraib atrocities. "When we deny that we have anything in common with Graner and the others who are pictured in the photos, we allow all that is most despicable and ugly in our nature to thrive." This is what Griffith was getting at!! We are all capable of doing the atrocities of Abu Ghraib.

During this nonfictional narration, the setting and time is during the festive holiday of Halloween. Halloween commemorates all the dead saints; but it is also a time of masked people wandering to find their real self. On this night, the narrator found his true self (while drunk). In the end, Griffith is writing to show how humans' fallacies. I would never do that, etc. are all worthless because in the end we are all the same evil and bastardized people. Hell that's why we have religion.

Sorry I did this in two parts, kinda of long.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

What's for dinner? Nukes!

Skimming the articles on The National Review website, I came upon an article about nukes in Syria. I know what you’re thinking? Who else wants nukes because all a country has to do is literally put themselves in the waiting list? Well, Syria wants nuclear weapons for respect. Of course, it wasn’t the U.S. that took preemptive action; it was Israel, which is very logical. All the Islamic states in the Middle East want Israel “wiped off the map”. Thus, Israel secretly air raided facilities in Syria.

The tone of the article which is more disbelief than anything else. Quotes like this " Yes, that's right: a possible Syrian nuclear facility." in the article exemplify the author's view of astonishment. Even lowly Syria wants nukes. Words such as unmiffed and feverish give the article a feeling of anxiety and trepidation. With the mass arms influx in Lebanon and now a nuclear facility in Syria, Israel is looking to have more influence in the region. That's what I believe. Additionally, don't be surprised to see Baby Israel snitching to its mother (America). I'm sad to say that this article was rather boring and not fun to analyze. I felt like I was reading a brick wall. Oops, sorry Peter Brooks.

I'd still like to ask some questions to Peter Brooks on how Israel can do whatever the hell it wants. We all know that Israel is U.S.'s female dog or vice versa (its hard to tell the pitcher and catcher in this realtionship); but does that give Israel the right to be spying on another country and then attack that country because what it is doing is not in the best interest of Israel? Or what about the U.N. stepping up to the plate and saying you can't do that? Well, it's obvious since U.S. is the lone superpower it can do pretty much anything it wants.

My second article also has to do with nukes, except this country has a bit more experience toying with the world. Iran+Nukes=Trouble and add another variable (rest of the west-tern world); it pretty much equals one of my proof problems in my calc III class. The only difference is the calc problem has a solution. "Iran: War Can Wait" deals with how the Bush admin. is going to deal with Iran within the next 18 months while they are in power. There are two scenarios: 1) take no military action and use negotation or 2) go to war and screw over the next presidency.

Sarcasm and critical tones captures the author’s view of this is Bush's problem. "They don’t “trust” any potential successors to “deal with Iran decisively?” I can’t begin to tell you how offensive that idea is – not to mention its raw stupidity." I love the author's response to the question. It seems that the author actually thinks logically and systematically; he isn't awed by the b.s. out there. additonally, occasionally the author has closed in boxes of what the White House's opinion of the problem. What I'd like to know is what the U.S. should really do? I feel that unless you annoy an animal it won't attack you, but being stupid and aggravating the animal will just cause trouble. That's my stand to the Iran-Nuke issue. Even if they get which they will eventually, they won't do anything unless attacked upon.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Football vs. futball

People, please may someone tell me why football is so addicting to watch? Football, a sport that I normally despise, is much like cocaine without the side effects. Well, the only side effects are loss of time spent watching a three hour game and more time wasted. Come on Americans, the game is not even that interesting. Yet, we can't stop watching football. If Americans did't play so many diverse sports, we would be one the best soccer recruiting grounds. Heck, a world cup would be in the bag. But football, it's a womans compared to rugby. I guess Americans like people hitting each other constantly. That's the only resolution I can up with. NOTHING about football is pretty (I mean the way it is played, like soccer is dubbed the beautiful game.).


For some reason though, I can't keep away from the t.v. set. From watching the University of Tennessee get hammered by California to Tony Romo screwing that extra point, there is always something to enjoy (I'm indifferent to Tennessee.). Vince Young, wow is all I can say about him. But I don't know how anyone can stand the long commercials. It's as if I'm glued to my television. Eureka! It just came to me. The reason people like football so much is that the game is only played in a couple of minutes at a time. Thus people start to crave to see more of the game. And lo behold, we've just wasted three hours.

On the other hand, futball is 45 minutes of die hard action. One chance for a team can immediately turn into a chance for the other team in a matter of seconds. Watching women play futball isn't so bad really. Waking up in the morning and seeing the women's world cup.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Theme- The Family

Preface

The theme of our group is family, but I wanted to think outside the box so the group decided to write a story incorporating our experiences and ideas.

“The Family”

The back door of a tidy middle class home slammed shut.

“Oops! Sorry mom. I didn’t mean to do that,” said Peter.

“Oh, Peter. You are something. I’ve made some homemade cookies for you. And don’t forget to do your homework,” said Mrs. Ramses.

“Mom, I’m sixteen,” says Peter.

She smiles and ponders on how fast her only son has grown up. A couple of hours later Peter walks into the kitchen and grabs a cookie.

“Hey mom, I’m going over to John’s to hang out,” said Peter.

“Okay, be home by dinner time,” replied Peter’s mother.

Peter walks over to Sina’s home to find his other friends Heidi and Rita there also. However, instead of finding his friends laughing and joking with each other as they normally do, they were mellow and frustrated.

“What’s going on guys?” Peter asks confused.

“Oh, it’s just our families. We’re so irritated with them,” replied Heidi.

“If it’s okay for me to ask, what’s wrong?” said Peter.

“Well, I’ll start first,” said Heidi.

I just started dating a wonderful guy this past Sunday. He's absolutely great! My mom and most of my family think he's pretty cool, but my dad and his father aren't too happy about his ethnic background. He's half Mexican, half white. My dad and his father are very against interracial relationships. Not only that but also my mother is very controlling. She tries to control most parts of my life. Thus, she doesn't want me to take any risks and follow my heart right now and start a long relationship. We know we don't really have the time and money to do so. We weren't planning to make this relationship serious right away because we are still in high school. My sister said that we should wait until at least after college and then to feel free to do as we please. My mother cannot control me no matter how hard she tries. She holds the fact that she still pays for all my belongings as leverage.

“That’s real unfortunate,” said Peter.

“No, that’s not as bad as my story,” said Rita.

My family works like if my mom says something, it goes. We might as well not ask my dad anything because all he says is "asks your mother". And if she isn't home, well we are just out of luck. My mom is being really strict. I think my mother is so strict because she grew up in a family with conservative parents in the Navy. Who knows? But she always has rules and more rules. Call me when you get there, call me when you leave, call me if things change are her most common phrases. I don’t know why I don’t just put my cell phone on speaker so she can pretend like she is with me all day. I hate it when she would ask me how my day was or anything else because her words are meaningless because she doe not show affection. Her rules are really ridiculous, especially being in high school and still having to call my friends’ parents when I went to their house. My brother and sisters area always my saving grace whenever my mom drives me crazy at the end. We have gotten really close lately since they always have some sort of elderly advice for me.

Recently, I started dating my boyfriend who is black. I didn't really know how that would go over with my parents. I knew my grandparents would freak out but my parents aren't really as old-fashioned. Well, when my boyfriend came to pick me up for our first date, he walked in the door. Immediately, you could feel the temperature of the room reach the freezing point. My mother at the time was trying to be polite, but it was obvious from her facial expressions that she was bewildered. After that she tried to change my mind and mention things like "maybe you should date someone that's the same color as you". Though, I ignored everything she said. I wasn't going to let color affect the way I felt about someone. She tells my grandparents everything, but she didn't tell them I had a black boyfriend. She seemed ashamed. When she told people about him, she would refer to him as my "friend".

“Phew, that was long, but it’s true. I feel all bottled up and ready to explode,” said Rita.

“I see where you are coming from Rita, but my mom is trying to persuade me what college to attend, what field of studies I should major in, and what occupation I will have,” said Sina.

Being of Persian heritage, I daily encounter the ins and outs of the Persian culture and way of thinking. Persian people are very proud, elegant, and also lazy (who isn’t and the Chinese don’t count). For some reason, having “Dr.” preceding their name or “Mohandis” (which is Farsi for Engineer) gives Persians a sense of accomplishment. However, my mom has a prejudice against engineers, mainly since she is one and so is my father. She always complains that they are too many engineers in the family and not enough doctors. Then she gives me this look of khodahyah, oh my god, I’m going to take you out of my will if you don’t become an orthopedic surgeon. This really bothers me. Oh and I almost forgot to tell everyone about the guilt trap my mom tries to play on me by saying doctors help people so they are automatically going to heaven, which is really a naïve perspective.

Although she has a point that I learn by memorizing information better than working with theories and concepts, I still prefer engineering. I have to admit to that one. Another point that she keeps bringing up is my ability to comprehend material very easily without having to delve too much time into one subject. I hate myself now; truly I would make a great doctor. So that’s the million dollar question, why don’t I just become a doctor.

First of all, I don’t like blood. I might be able to get use to it, but come on who likes to cut other people and then sew them back together. If you think about it, medicine has not really changed. Well ok it’s changed but the basics are still there. The doctor cuts up the patient, takes out what the problem is, fixes the problem, and then puts everything back together like a puzzle. It’s a gruesome depiction but it gets the job done.

“I’m sorry to hear you all are having trouble with your families. You know my parents are relaxed about those kinds of situations,” Peter explains. My parents know that in the end I’ll have to make my choices and their job is to give me advice along the way and support me through the process.”

“I think we can all agree on that one,” said Sina.

“Yeah, thanks Confucius,” said Rita.

THE END

The concept of family is what has brought civilization from the Babylonians to the present. Without a sense of family, humans lose the ability to function. No matter how dysfunctional a family is or is not does not matter; at the end of the day when you’re sick, tired, and demoralized, you can go to your family and talk things over. Additionally, this is for all teenagers, we as offspring from our parents are in a literal sense part of them as they are a part of us. The genes from our parents made us; the blood, nutrients, and bodily functions of our mother all helped to create a child. And to say that they don’t know what they are talking about is absurd, our parents care for us or they would have never put us on the production line. They are trying to make sure “we” don’t make the mistakes they made. They are only trying to help us, so listen.

Monday, September 10, 2007

The Million Dollar Question?

For some people, picking what they want to do in life comes naturally but for others it’s outright frustrating. How about your parents trying to pick what you should do for the rest of your life based on your traits? If I just sent chills down your spine, then we have something in common. It is really unfair to make an eighteen year old choose the way of life for the next oh fifty to sixty years. When my mom started trying to influence me on which college to go to and what my major should be, I … I really wanted to piss her off. As a result, I decided to attend University of Memphis and major in civil engineering. No, no I am not disgracing the U of M because I think it’s an all around academic school with a really great basketball team. Nevertheless, I had the chance to go to either of my dream schools: Georgia Tech and University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign.

I find that looking at history can answer many questions. Technically I’m an American because I was born in Memphis, but my heritage is Persian. Notice how I say Persian and not Iran, I don’t want the extra garbage of people asking do you think your leader this and that or whatever. So I’m Persian; and, that’s final. Persian people are very proud and elegant and also lazy (who isn’t and the Chinese don’t count). For some reason, having “Dr.” preceding their name or “Mohandis” (which is Farsi for Engineer) gives Persians a sense of accomplishment. However, my mom has a prejudice against engineers, mainly since she is one and so is her husband. She always complains that they are too many engineers in the family and not enough doctors, and then she gives me this look of oh my god I’m going to take you out of my will if you don’t become a orthopedic surgeon so I can prance around town and tell everyone my son is a surgeon. That really bothers me. Although she has a point that I learn by memorizing information better than working with theories and concepts, I still prefer engineering. I have to admit to that one. Another point that she keeps bringing up is my ability to comprehend material very easily without having to delve too much time into one subject. I hate myself now; truly I would make a great doctor. So that’s the million dollar question, why don’t I just become a doctor.

First of all, I don’t like blood. I might be able to get use to it, but come on who likes to cut other people and then sew them back together. If you think about it, medicine has not really changed. Well ok it’s changed but the basics are still there. The doctor cuts up the patient, takes out what the problem is, fixes the problem, and then puts everything back together like a puzzle. It’s a gruesome depiction but it gets the job done. Oh and I almost forgot to tell everyone about the guilt trap my mom tries to play on me by saying doctors help people so they are automatically going to heaven, which is really a naïve perspective.

Friday, September 7, 2007

The Daily Helmsman

For everyone out there who does not know that the University of Memphis publishes a daily newspaper except on Mondays (I don't know why they do that.), shame on you. I think it's one the best ways of getting involved in the campus. Everything happening on campus from sports to politics is covered by our very own U of M students. I find it relaxing reading the newspaper between classes or while I'm slurping a mango smoothie at the FedEx Institute of Technology.

Does anyone else feel much older now that they read an actual newspaper daily? Personally, I feel much more optimistic about life. Of course, my old high school (White Station) plays a critical role. If you (referring to my classmates) went to a high school that published a newspaper, you might know where I'm coming from. White Station had a newspaper staff, yet they only published a newspaper maybe twice during my senior year. Really, how incompetent can a group of students be? Don’t answer that! There’s probably more out there but let’s keep them anonymous. Oh, and I forgot to mention that the second newspaper the staff published was when I had finished school.

So what? The Daily Helmsman isn’t The Commercial Appeal of The New York Times or a newspaper from Harvard University, but it does job. Distributed at random locations of the campus, one can get a copy if they know where to go or find one lying around. The editors of the Helmsman are very critical of the administration’s faults such as the incident in which a visitor was abused at the field house. Yet they feel as we students feel of the frustration of Spectrum not working every other day. And write touching stories of retired professors.

Can you guess what “der Steuermann” is in English? If you don’t know, you can check dictionary.com for its translation into English. But I’ll help you out by giving it away; it means “the helmsman” in German. You can sort of tell by pronunciation out loud, since English has many words fro the German language (I think. I wasn’t really paying attention in etymology class in high school.). A helmsman is a person who steers a vessel. Assuming the University of Memphis is the vessel and the students are the passengers, you can depict us going down the Mississippi River like Huck Finn had in the 1800’s finding new adventures at every stop. Then the helmsman helps us stay on a straight path away from the dangerous land (If you haven’t read Huck Finn, every time Huck went on land it was a bad endeavor.) by providing a new perspective of information so we can make better judgments than Huck Finn. That’s what I personally see in the The Daily Helmsman. It’s not too late to jump on the bandwagon.

Group List

After frantically dishing ideas for about 10 (Wendy) minutes, my group came up with family as our theme, such a touchy subject. (That's as emotinal as I get.)

-money
-car crashes
-family realtives
-political beliefs
-luxurious cars
-little brother
-house chores (mom's and dad's)
-sports
-home improvement projects (this one is big)
-college choice
-my career choice
-my sister's career choice
-diagreement on how money should be spent (dad-save and mom-enjoy a little more)

Finally, my group ,which consists of Ashley, Emily, and me, decided that I should write on how my mom wants me to be something I'm not.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Hail Arsene!

All hail Arsene Wenger! For all who do not know Mr. Wenger, he is the manager (coach in America) of Arsenal Futbol Club in London, England. Arsenal is in the English Premier League (you know.). Does Manchester United or Chelsea ring a bell anyone? Well, Arsenal is in the same league and just as good. I'm mentioning this in my blog because he is one of the best coaches in the world. Let me put this in perspective to Americans and their favorite pastime baseball, the Atlanta Braves is a prime example. The Braves are known for using the minor leagues to develop their young players and then slowly promoting them as they become seasoned. This is all so in the end the Braves don't have to pay big salaries. Arsenal is run the same way. Mr. Arsene Wenger finds talent from all over the world and makes them world class players. And here's the best part, other clubs come and pay massive amounts of money for these players. This cycle is never ending. And during all this Arsenal is one of the top clubs in Europe.

So where is this blog going? Arsene's contract was due to expire at the end of this season, but as of today he signed a new three year contract worth about four million pounds per year. With a young squad currently tied for first in the standings, this is a moment in paradise considering all that has happened in the past couple of months. The past couple of years rich, bored billionaires have invested millions of dollars by buying these soccer teams in England. The first one I think was Russian Roman Abramovich, who bought Chelsea. Here's a history lesson of how Abramovich got rich (real quickly). Apparently the story goes that a train loaded with oil headed to some part of Russia (moscow?) left during the night and the next morning it had disappeared along with its oil; and, the rest is history as they say. Here's a link to his biography if you want to read it. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_Abramovich So on with other rich billionaires who include Manchester United American owner Aaron Glazer (also owns Tampa Bay Bucs) and former and currently exiled Prime Minister Thaksin from Thailand owns Manchester City. As result, because Arsenal is such a profitable business, billionaire all over have made bids to buy the majority shares of Arsenal. This has cause trouble in the board room for Arsenal but it seems they might have survived. additionally, the face of the franchise (as Americans would say it), Thierry Henry left to play at Barcelona. It's like Kobe leaving L.A.; you just can't imagine it. Thus with all this chaos forming over the club, the players have presevered. And the future for the next three years looks brighter than ever. If you want to catch a glimpse of Arsenal here's a link. They're wearing red jerseys. http://goaltube.org/modules.php?name=Video_Stream&page=watch&id=822&d=1