This has provided hours of joy to me.
Here are highlights:
This has provided hours of joy to me.
Here are highlights:
Reading Rainbow is still the best.
Second, So I received my first pay check. Which further substantiates the notion that I have a job. It felt good, strange since I really have not done much of any work, but good none the less. Side note, the mac chess game is fantastic, albeit very difficult. I have been devoting a hour to it a day and cant really kick the difficulty much further than the weakest. It just out thinks me at every turn.
I am waiting to hear back about the atomic heritage foundation thang, which would be the coolest job eva, so keep your fingers crossed for good whammies!
Note: this was posted on a strange satirical blog I set up. I’ve moved it here for save keeping but be forewarned that it is purposefuly total nonsense.
Culture is at a crossroads. With the textual and intertextual relationships problemitizing our social discourse it is essential that like minded individuals bind together. Not unlike grasshoppers, and praying manti, awaiting the digital/dialectical second coming. As avatars give shape to the mimetic nature of our age so we too join together in this blog circle to ‘bear’ witness.
Social cognition is a captivating issue, one embedded in the cultural tapestry, fabric if you will, of our evolving society. The following is a brief outline of my groundbreaking work. In short, I have figured it out. What you ask? That is precisely the question. When we pull on the outer threads of this tapestry, we may well tempt the fates that weave the stories. Thus the central tenant of my thesis is to name the unnamed. Unmask the phantom, the eight hundred pound gorilla that has kept us from peering into the place of man.
Before it is possible to name this “beast” it is essential to uncover the nature of a peculiar effect, or more correctly affect. As Shrodenginger demonstrated in his simplistic calculations, the is of identity is no longer sufficient cause to categorize the ought of the social organism. In one swift movement of a pen he forever shattered our Kantian illusions of social semblance.
Here, luckily, we can turn to the insightful work of David Absalom, his neo-postfuturist paradigms give us a new means to problemitize our standard ‘space, place’ dichotomy. In short, using his critical studies approach I have deduced what I refer to as “The Liminality Affect”
Allow me to digress into explaining the nature of this affect. I assure you that while it is rather complex it is not beyond the comprehension of your average intellectual. Please, as I describe the latticework of interconnections involved in this thesis, follow along on the concept map on the following page.
As many recent sociologists have noted the study of society begins in the study of cultural forms, I call them cultural products But as I have noted previously, and has been widely accepted, the semiotics of cultural products is squarely based in four functions, The intertextual, the hypertextual, the transtextual and the supertextual. All of these relationships follow the structualist impulse, namely tying pieces of substance, of essence, to cognitive activities. As an aside, it is fascinating that the harmony of the four Aristotelian causes is reiterated here.
With this established it is quite plausible, if not absolutely necessary to see how these signs and signifiers project on to the signified, namely the conception of metaphor. Metaphor, as I see it, is the thread, which hems the pants of our society. With out it our cuffs would drag on the ground and look none too civil.
Now I understand this is a lot to take in. It is probably worth rereading the previous paragraphs several times before we continue. However, we have yet to arrive at our desired Affect, namely the Liminality Affect. So I must press on. Moving to the bottom right of the diagram you will see what I refer to as the tie fighter effect, named thus because of its appearance, looking much like a tiefighter. Yet the name has a deeper significance. For the Social Construct is in effect the lace, which crochets its four constituent parts together. As you can see Race, Place, Space, and Interface interact in mutual connectivity with the social construct in effect becoming the social construct.
As you can now see, quite clearly, these are the particles that make up the chemicals, which make up the elements of our society. It is as a polymer, of earth fire wind and water that we have communed with the ultimate liminality of our universe. How fascinating that this alchemical explanation, which failed in the natural sciences should ultimately be the saving grace here in the social sciences.
Now that we have covered that it is possible to move on to the task at hand, to demonstrate the proof of the existence of a ‘figure’, in effect the affect becomes the slide rule which allows for the justification to enter in to the high temple. Where, we can now tear the curtain in two and recognize our place with in the fabric of this social organism.
As before it is crucial that you follow along in the diagram. For language often fails us inn these matters, and when one is attempting to map a seven dimensional theory with pen and paper it is essential that he take everything he has to do so as carefully and clearly as possible.
We begin in the upper right hand corner, what is the nature of the cognitive? A question that has plagued theorists from the dawn of thought. As Edward Anthony’s work with the indigenous of Polynesia has demonstrated, as counterintuitive as it may seem, thought is diametrically opposed to the notion of culture. The two converge in a flash, at the dawn of the Paleolithic, in what can only be explained in terms of the either or of space and place. These concepts, or more clearly, precepts become the building blocks for the metaphoric tower of bable, which has become known as discourse studies.
The platonic form, which constitutes our metaverse, has, in recent years, been encapsulated in a microverse, namely the Internet. As an outgrowth of the tecnoscientific culture of “emergence” which has come to the foreground in the later twentieth century we now have the tool kit to piece together the substrata of our civilization, and thus all civilization. When you consider the actions of Dinobot, who produced the machinama “Druid Revelation” it becomes obvious that the call form the forum, demands a quorum to innervate all.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, and the other side of our chart, the Zapatistas are struggling under the weight of the failures of social control, social justice and the nature of the corporate hierarchy. All of this points to only one truth, that there is no “way of being in the world” in effect, or affect, we have disreputed the nature of discourse studies at their kirkergardian roots.
It becomes so painfully obvious, when we consider the actions of dinobot in conjunction with the advent of techno in a world where the daily injustices faced and perpetrated by and on the Zapatistas that the Kirkegaradian notion of a way of being in the world has been perverted in the Nietzchian farce. We are no longer “poets of our own lives” we are ruled by the social forces which function as the hydra, fortuitously foretold in the revelation of john. Don’t confuse what I propose, I have not, come to Jesus, but instead he as come to me. I am a witness for the nature, power and glory of my own thoughts, and their stunning clarity and brilliance demand a higher being, or entity, namely, myself.
Marjee and I had a great time at the HSS conference in Vancouver, (Pictures comming soon) We had great food, and I think our papers were well recived. I also interviewed with the Atomic Heritage Foundation. It went well, I was there for over two hours. Keep your fingers crossed. I think this one might just work out.
The next morning, Tuesday, I reported to the downtown office where I would be working. After making my way through security I called Jesse to come down and bring me up. I got her answering machine. So I waited. Twenty minuets go by and I figure I should call her again. This time she answers and comes down to get me. She brings me up to her cube, where she tells me that Sandy will be in about an hour later, at which point we can meet and discuss my duties. So I spend the next hour waiting in her cube, as she goes about her daily activities. Luckily I have a time magazine in my bag. So I just settle down to read. After an hour and a half goes by Jesse informs me that Sandy is now in. She goes of to check with her.
When Jesse returns she is looking for a form, the pdd form, it turns out there is a new form that needs to be submitted with my fingerprints and that until that is submitted I cannot be on the premises. So Jesse arranges for me to go to the **** system building a few blocks away. I will work there until things get settled for my work. Fair enough. So for whatever reason I wait in Jesse’s cube for a few more hours, I have exhausted my time magazine and find myself staring at her screen saver. You know the one with the two sets of colored lines that bounce around. It turns out that it is really easy to space out and focus on the speed of the points that make up the objects. I must say I hand never taken the time to appreciate that screen saver before and without this job that knows if I ever would have.
At about 11:30 we start to walk over to the other office. It is raining, and I have no umbrella. We arrive a little bit before noon. The office manager gives me a tour of the facilities, finds me a small office with a computer that I can use temporarily. It is a nice place, with a full kitchen. So Jesse informs me that I will be working here until my paperwork clears. I ask her what I will be doing? To which she responds she is going out on vacation for the next week, but my manager should be back from vacation the next day.
So I sit down to my computer, I figure I can go through the mandatory training, schedule my drug test set up my company email. Start to settle in. Strangely, this is not an option. I attempt to log in to no avail. I called the company’s help line to find that I need to tell my manager to activate it. Soo I ask the office manager, she goes through some forms and such, submits the information and tells me that in the next day or so I should have internet access. Great. One problem, I can’t even get on to this computer to type in word. I tell her that I will head home for the day, and see her tomorrow, when hopefully I will meet my manager and start to do something.
I head home with the intention of working on my online training, low and behold the password and login don’t work. So even If I had had computer access I would not have been able to do much of anything.
So this is my second day of work.
It is getting close to noon, on day two. I came in at 8:30 and thus far have managed to compose the entire history of what has brought me here. I have yet to meet my manager, whom I am told comes in very early and then goes somewhere, and comes back at some time during the day. I still do not have access to the computer and am very glad that I brought my personal laptop.
Scratch that. It is 11:37 and I have received a log in and password. Lets see if they work.
And I am in…
Around one thirty today I got to meet my manager, lets call him Jeff. I think I like Jeff. He was very nice to me. Told me that he had been in touch with Sandy and that she would have some work for me on Friday. He seems like a bit of an early riser, wants me here at 7:30 Friday. Until then, today and tomorrow, I am supposed to study up on the government bureaus I will be working for online.
I do like to surf the net.
Sorry it took me so long to get these up…
After the rather Herculean task of getting to my orientation the event itself was rather pleasant. The acting president of the company welcomed the 11 or so new hires, we heard about our benefits, and company procedures. Watched some low budget films about ethics, they gave me a name badge. All fun stuff.
At lunch I met some of the folks in my division. Seem like neat people. All in all a good time. The trip back home was not that eventful, Things really seemed to be coming together.
I talked to my mother today and she told me that our family dog, Scout, went up north for her last time.
Scout is nearly 12 years old, a respectable age for a dog. Lately, she has been having a nearly impossible time walking and getting up the stairs. This happened earlier this month and my mom and dad took her to the vet, where she got some medication. The medicine helped her walk a bit for a few weeks, but she soon became very weak again and could not get around and lost her appetite.
So, this weekend, my father took her up to our cabin. My aunt, who lives up there, will take Scout to be put to sleep and Scout will be buried there.
I could not find a digital photo of Scout, so instead I am posting a picture we took last October up near our cabin, where Scout will be buried. It is a picture of the sky at dusk.
Here are some things you should know about Scout: She loves Polish sausage, she likes to shake hands with you multiple times. She loved road trips. When she was younger, she enjoyed biting people in the ankles in an attempt to herd them. She enjoyed chomping her teeth into my brothers socks and almost ripping them off.
This is, of course, very sad. I can’t believe I won’t see Scout again and I am so glad I saw her earlier this month when we went to Chicago. But Scout led the dream dog life. She ate like a queen, she had lots of people around that loved her. She took frequent vacations in the Northern woods. She was bilingual, she was smart. I’ll never shake a paw like hers again.
Thank you Scout for all of your puppy sweetness. I don’t think there is a better dog out there. Rest in peace, may your spirit chase chipmunks through the pine trees until Babcia calls you back in the house.
For those of you who don’t know the DC area that well, the International airport is in no way convienently located near the city. It is an hour by car, and as I found out, two and a half hours away by public transportation.
I rolled out of bed at 4:45 in the morning. Which was quite a feat in it’s own right, and made my way to the metro station. I took the metro to a buss depot, where I rode a freeway flyer to a second buss depot. Once there I snagged the local buss for a twilight tour of urban sprawl. I looked through the rack of bus route maps on the bus, sadly the only one that was empathy was the route I was on. So I asked my bus driver if she could tell me when we reached the stop that the transit authority’s website had directed me too.
She looked perplexed….
Which is not the look you want from the person in charge of getting you where you need to be.
She said she had never heard of the stop before.
On the way pass another buss she asked an elderly gentlemen, whom I assume was her boss, about the stop. He conjectured that it was in fact some other stop. But the sound of the engine noise kept me from hearing the specifics
At this point I felt relived. It seemed that the critical piece of information had been transferred. But as we rode around the route I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. As we passed stop after stop and rapidly approached the time that my iteniray told me I should be getting off the bus I asked her.
Tragically she seemed to again be perplexed. I don’t think I fully communicated the situation and she said it might be around this stop. But we continued to another stop…. Convinced that I had just missed the stop I asked to get off as soon as possible so I could head back. She let me off, and I began to wander around in the twilight looking for an address that effectively made no sense in relation to all the addresses I saw around.
It was one of those great places where there are no sidewalks, as I walked back along the route the bus had come in I again wondered “How on earth am I going to find this place. It all looked so close on the map, but now it just didn’t make any sense. Passing a hotel I decide I would try to get some directions.
I entered the comfort inn with a cadre of what seemed to be Middle Eastern businessmen. When I asked the man at the front desk if he could give me directions or a map, he said he didn’t really know the area, but that a man in blue by the buffet knew it quite well. I expected that he was referencing another employee. Walking into the next room, which housed the buffet, I found a man in a blue jacket, clearly not an employee but still the only person in blue. I walked back to the desk to confirm that I was in fact to talk to the man in the blue jacket. He had a kind of trucker look to him. I was told ‘yes’ that was he.
As I asked the man in the blue jacket if he could tell me how to get to the office he gave me a “who the hell are you” Kind of look. Much better than a perplexed look I pressed forward. He told me to ask the man in the blue shirt who was upstairs. Why not, I still have half an hour to get to the office.
I walked up stairs to meet an older Middle Eastern man. I asked him if he knew how to get to the address I had for the office. Looking at my paper, perplexed…. He announced, “ I think I do, but it is too far to walk. Wait down stairs and I will drive you.”
Considering, What choice do I have but to hop in this mans car in hopes of getting to my orientation?
I head back downstairs to find the trucker looking gentleman, the one in the blue coat. He tells me that I could use the computer in the business center to find my way.
Overjoyed at the prospect of looking at a map, and finding the hard facts I plugged in the address I needed to get to and the address of the hotel, I printed the directions and decided to head out on my own to find the building. I printed them out and started out the front door.
As I headed out I started to remember my high school gym classes, particularly how long it took to go a mile. In tiptop shape I could run a mile in six minuets and some change. My directions called for me to travel some two and a half miles, in thirty minuets. I realized in the parking lot of that comfort inn that there was no way I was going to be even close to on time if I walked it. So I figured, why not take my chances with the Middle Eastern man’s car.
I found him, this time near the buffet; I showed him the map I had printed off, which he quickly dismissed as wrong. He said he knew where it was and that that was not it. Remember he had been somewhat perplexed by the address before, but for whatever reason looking at the map gave him all sorts of confidence that he knew and that the Internet was wrong. What the hell, what else do I have.
I snacked on a muffin while he gathered his things and we hoped in one of those big hotel van things and went on our way. Strangely we headed back the exact way I had walked from the bus, we passed the stop that my driver had several hours earlier left me off at, the one after the one we thought it was, or at least I thought it was.
Apparently my bus driver had not been as perplexed as I had thought she was. As I drove past the bus stop I had been left off at, and headed about 600 feet to my final destination my mind wandered through events that brought me here, It felt like a full day, and I hadn’t even begun my 8 hr orientation.