Dear my many, many followers,
I regretfully announce that this will be my final blog post. I want to thank you all for being so loyal to me throughout my ups and downs throughout the years; in a way, I feel like we've grown together. Thank you to all my sponsors, and again, my beautiful and plentiful followers.
Just kidding, this thing sucks. Thank God this is the last one. Screw you, bloggy blog.
My literature cirlce book of choice was... hold on, I forgot; I gotta check. Oh, that's right. My book of choice was The Politcal Mind by George Lakoff (pronounced LACK OFF, seriously).
I read a post by Hana Becker where she responds to her literature circle book of choice, Thinking In Pictures: My life With Autism by Temple Grandin. The book is about how a woman with autism goes through life and has learned to "replace emotional complexity with intellectual complexity".
People with autism often have a difficult time relating to others on an emotional level but may sometimes possess incredible intellectual capabilities. The Political Mind states that people often vote based on how the candidates make them feel, often favoring conservatives. My book was biased as hell; that was to be expected based on political views of a certain individual in the classroom. Anywho, George Lakoff did make a few solid claims.
Progressives tend to run their politcal debates using facts and statistics as their plan of attack, while conservatives tap into the human unconscious to sway the votes in their direction. A person with autism would be more likely to vote for the candidate with the better policies, rather than the candidate with the better feel. Maybe we all need a little autism.
That's it. I'm done.
Not yet. I have one last ranty rant.
GOD DAMNIT PEOPLE. Stop trolling on Rebecca Black. Okay, yes, her song "Friday" sucks major ass. It may be the worst song ever. But it's not her fault. Make fun of the song, not her. She's 13 for Christ's sake.
She is not the one to blame for her crappy song, it's her parents. The girl is signed to Ark Music Factory's record label, which is a legitimate record label... sorta. They've been making music videos for a while now, but only within the past week, with the release of "Friday", have they gotten any real publicity. It's basically a record label, which lets super rich parents shovel out huge amounts of money to get their prissy teenage daughters in a music video. Blame the parents for spoiling their children to the point where they get their children embarrassed on a national scale. The girls obviously have little to no talent, but they have to keep their little princesses happy. Everyone just wants to be Justin Bieber nowadays.
Wouldn't it be cool as shit if this blog was read by a crap load of people because of the keywords "Rebecca Black" and "Friday"? Just in case that happens, THIS IS FOR A FRIGGIN' ENGLISH CLASS. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Captured Thought: l(a leaf falls)oneliness
My favorite (and also first of the school year) "wow" moment came in Humanities when we read a poem by E.E. Cummings. The poem reads as:
l(a
le
af
ll
s)
one
l
iness
Reading that for the first time, I had no idea what it said, or what it meant; frankly, I didn't care. But then someone pointed out that it was fragmented, and then I got it. It was that "wow" moment Mr. Allen brought up every once in a while. Actually, it was more like an "oh" moment.
Still, after seeing that it said, l(a leaf falls)oneliness, I still wasn't very interested. Anywho, once Mr. Allen started disecting it, I started to auto-turn my ears off and go into my own world. But once he started pointing out all the "ones", I kinda got hooked.
Unfortunately, I like poetry. It's interesting. Awesome. It's just amazing to see a poem with very few words turn into a whole story, with intense meaning in every single syllable. Back to the poem itself, a bunch of stuff made it awesome: the ones, the falling motion, the oneliness, the flow with the parentheses all made the poem kick ass with a simple phrase.
Most of the class tried to claim that we looked too deeply into the poem, overworked it, overdid it, raped the poem - per say. That wasn't cool. Maybe I'll explain later. I'm tired. Goodnight.
- Seacrest Out
l(a
le
af
ll
s)
one
l
iness
Reading that for the first time, I had no idea what it said, or what it meant; frankly, I didn't care. But then someone pointed out that it was fragmented, and then I got it. It was that "wow" moment Mr. Allen brought up every once in a while. Actually, it was more like an "oh" moment.
Still, after seeing that it said, l(a leaf falls)oneliness, I still wasn't very interested. Anywho, once Mr. Allen started disecting it, I started to auto-turn my ears off and go into my own world. But once he started pointing out all the "ones", I kinda got hooked.
Unfortunately, I like poetry. It's interesting. Awesome. It's just amazing to see a poem with very few words turn into a whole story, with intense meaning in every single syllable. Back to the poem itself, a bunch of stuff made it awesome: the ones, the falling motion, the oneliness, the flow with the parentheses all made the poem kick ass with a simple phrase.
Most of the class tried to claim that we looked too deeply into the poem, overworked it, overdid it, raped the poem - per say. That wasn't cool. Maybe I'll explain later. I'm tired. Goodnight.
- Seacrest Out
Sunday, January 30, 2011
It Matters: Einstein's Dreams
I just need to get something off my chest; these blogs suck. I see absolutely no point in them. Okay, sure we get busy work that makes us relate things and explain a bunch of other things that don't really matter to us. I cannot speak for everyone, but I, for one, get nothing out of blogging these blogs. Like I said, we connect things. Big whoop. I'm pretty sure everyone in the class can do that without wasting their time on a blog that they will never use again, or even look at again. If you think that we're practicing some essential skill, that's fine. I just don't see it; it's pointless. It doesn't matter (it's a little joke, see title).
Anywho.
I also don't see why the novel, Einstein's Dreams, matters. I've only read the first assignment thus far, so maybe it'll make more sense later on. The reason I've only done the first assignment is that I'm lazy. I would've read it before writing this thing, but seeing as how this is due in a couple hours, I'll do this now and read the book later.
It's not like I don't understand the concepts of Einstein's Dreams (or maybe I don't, we haven't talked about it yet), but I'd like to see the scientific back-up to these dreams before I accept his theories about time.
Like, where the hell does he get the idea that I will be writing this blog all the time? Basically, in the novel, it says that one event will continue to happen. So when two people have their first kiss and the cherish the shit out of it, he's surprised because the two don't know that the event will happen again and again.
This must be happening in other worlds, I assume. But where does he get the idea that other worlds exist? And that carry-it-forward thing doesn't make sense either. This theory basically says that there are three possibilities whenever we're confronted with a decision, just like there are three dimensions. In the book, it says that a man is deciding whether to go see a woman. Option one is that he goes to see her, falls in love and has super awesome passionate sex. Option two is that he goes and is disappointed. Option three is that he doesn't go at all. These are all happening, but in separate worlds. Every decision has three possibilities, so there are an infinite number of worlds.
But what defines a decision? Is it only when there's a major decision like to pull the plug or not? Or what if I have an itch and I decide to scratch it or not? Is that a decision?
If every little decision has three possibilities has three possibilities, and is always happening, doesn't that mean there are an infinite number of worlds? If there are an infinite number of worlds, then how come I haven't met another me yet? There's a possibility in another world, that I'm a super mad scientist prodigy at the age of 18, and that I've found a way to go to other worlds/demensions. If there are an infinite number of worlds, then this is happening as we... speak? type? and one of me would make it their goal to meet every single one of me to tell them about the existence of other worlds/demensions.
I haven't met another me yet.
If I could see something to back his theories up, I'd be more obliged to accept them. But until I see me number 2, or I see something scientific, I won't buy this. Until then, I won't see how this matters. It doesn't matter to me.
Okay, I figure you won't give me the full points unless I agree with you on something and tell you that it matters. Here you go.
We're learning about Martin Luther King Jr. and we watched the protests in Egypt. They connect because they're trying to free themselves from an oppressive system. MLK was fighting to end segregation and gain equality, Egytians are fighting to throw their president out of office. Cool. That matters.
Oh, by the way... you said that you thought Yemen is going to be the next Middle Eastern country to protest its government. I'd like to know why you think that. I don't know much about Yemen, but I do know that Yemen has the highest population of Al-Qaeda members. I'm think they'd have something to say about that. I don't know whether they'd be for or against it, or stay out of it completely, but you didn't go on to give any evidence as to why you think Yemen would be the next country to protest its government. That matters.
Anywho.
I also don't see why the novel, Einstein's Dreams, matters. I've only read the first assignment thus far, so maybe it'll make more sense later on. The reason I've only done the first assignment is that I'm lazy. I would've read it before writing this thing, but seeing as how this is due in a couple hours, I'll do this now and read the book later.
It's not like I don't understand the concepts of Einstein's Dreams (or maybe I don't, we haven't talked about it yet), but I'd like to see the scientific back-up to these dreams before I accept his theories about time.
Like, where the hell does he get the idea that I will be writing this blog all the time? Basically, in the novel, it says that one event will continue to happen. So when two people have their first kiss and the cherish the shit out of it, he's surprised because the two don't know that the event will happen again and again.
This must be happening in other worlds, I assume. But where does he get the idea that other worlds exist? And that carry-it-forward thing doesn't make sense either. This theory basically says that there are three possibilities whenever we're confronted with a decision, just like there are three dimensions. In the book, it says that a man is deciding whether to go see a woman. Option one is that he goes to see her, falls in love and has super awesome passionate sex. Option two is that he goes and is disappointed. Option three is that he doesn't go at all. These are all happening, but in separate worlds. Every decision has three possibilities, so there are an infinite number of worlds.
But what defines a decision? Is it only when there's a major decision like to pull the plug or not? Or what if I have an itch and I decide to scratch it or not? Is that a decision?
If every little decision has three possibilities has three possibilities, and is always happening, doesn't that mean there are an infinite number of worlds? If there are an infinite number of worlds, then how come I haven't met another me yet? There's a possibility in another world, that I'm a super mad scientist prodigy at the age of 18, and that I've found a way to go to other worlds/demensions. If there are an infinite number of worlds, then this is happening as we... speak? type? and one of me would make it their goal to meet every single one of me to tell them about the existence of other worlds/demensions.
I haven't met another me yet.
If I could see something to back his theories up, I'd be more obliged to accept them. But until I see me number 2, or I see something scientific, I won't buy this. Until then, I won't see how this matters. It doesn't matter to me.
Okay, I figure you won't give me the full points unless I agree with you on something and tell you that it matters. Here you go.
We're learning about Martin Luther King Jr. and we watched the protests in Egypt. They connect because they're trying to free themselves from an oppressive system. MLK was fighting to end segregation and gain equality, Egytians are fighting to throw their president out of office. Cool. That matters.
Oh, by the way... you said that you thought Yemen is going to be the next Middle Eastern country to protest its government. I'd like to know why you think that. I don't know much about Yemen, but I do know that Yemen has the highest population of Al-Qaeda members. I'm think they'd have something to say about that. I don't know whether they'd be for or against it, or stay out of it completely, but you didn't go on to give any evidence as to why you think Yemen would be the next country to protest its government. That matters.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Metacognition: First Semester of Senior Humanities
Apparently I'm supposed to write about what I learned/thought about in my first semseter of Humanities. But to be honest, I don't think I learned much. Maybe it was because I didn't pay as close of attention as I could have, maybe it was because I didn't do all the assignments, or maybe because there just wasn't anything that I found to be particularly interesting or worthy of learning.
What I expected from Humanities was an easy-going class where we explored various forms of art such as writing, video and such, which we did. But there was too much work for me to really get anything out of it. There was always a blog, a mindbook entry, a forty page reading section, or some other assignment due that I think really took away from what we were supposed to be learning. I am no teacher, so I don't have a valid opinion on the work-load or anything, but I think it could have been lightened.
Some areas could have taken less time, while some others definitely could have used more. Now, I'm going to Oakton, so there's no need for me to write a college essay, but I noticed that several students were displeased by the lack of time that was spent on college essays. Sure the students could go in for extra help, but some students have conflicting schedules with teachers and the only time they have to learn about the college essay is in class. I think we spent maybe two days on the college essay. 100 minutes.
I guess what I learned from Humanities wasn't so much to do with my education, but I learned more about the students in my class and the way they think. It is kind of a divergent thinking class, and some students just weren't able to do certain assignments/tasks without being led by the nose to get where they needed to be. This is part of why I don't think there was enough time spent on the college essay. Many of the students who had trouble were the same students who were linear thinkers and needed a seeing eye dog to do their assignments. I can't blame them fully, because it is not completely their fault. That's just how they've learned to learn.
I know I'm sounding like I think I'm superior than others, but I know I'm not. There are kids going to nice, expensive colleges. I am going to Oakton. Not to say that Oakton is a bad school, but I am going there because my grades are so poor that I have no other option. Just so you all know, I'm not dumb... I just don't do my shit.
All in all, I didn't learn anything profitable from Humanities. Sorry Mr. Allen.
- Seacrest Out
What I expected from Humanities was an easy-going class where we explored various forms of art such as writing, video and such, which we did. But there was too much work for me to really get anything out of it. There was always a blog, a mindbook entry, a forty page reading section, or some other assignment due that I think really took away from what we were supposed to be learning. I am no teacher, so I don't have a valid opinion on the work-load or anything, but I think it could have been lightened.
Some areas could have taken less time, while some others definitely could have used more. Now, I'm going to Oakton, so there's no need for me to write a college essay, but I noticed that several students were displeased by the lack of time that was spent on college essays. Sure the students could go in for extra help, but some students have conflicting schedules with teachers and the only time they have to learn about the college essay is in class. I think we spent maybe two days on the college essay. 100 minutes.
I guess what I learned from Humanities wasn't so much to do with my education, but I learned more about the students in my class and the way they think. It is kind of a divergent thinking class, and some students just weren't able to do certain assignments/tasks without being led by the nose to get where they needed to be. This is part of why I don't think there was enough time spent on the college essay. Many of the students who had trouble were the same students who were linear thinkers and needed a seeing eye dog to do their assignments. I can't blame them fully, because it is not completely their fault. That's just how they've learned to learn.
I know I'm sounding like I think I'm superior than others, but I know I'm not. There are kids going to nice, expensive colleges. I am going to Oakton. Not to say that Oakton is a bad school, but I am going there because my grades are so poor that I have no other option. Just so you all know, I'm not dumb... I just don't do my shit.
All in all, I didn't learn anything profitable from Humanities. Sorry Mr. Allen.
- Seacrest Out
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Metacognition: QE Essay
I pretty much wrote my QE essay in a couple of days. I didn't do the first section of it, and I half-assed the second section in one day. I definitely had the time to do it, but procrastination always gets the best of me. My thought process through the whole process was, "I'll do it tomorrow, naww I'll do it tomorrow, oh shit...". Again, as I've said in previous blogs, I wish I could concentrate on one thing for an extended period of time and avoid procrastination. Of course, this isn't going to happen any time soon.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Blogging Around
I commented on one of Rayn's posts about the Susan Sontag essay. It basically said that American's were ignorant and that Susan Sontag is the man.
My response:
I also commented on Liz(zie's?) post about the big transitive property that you've introduced us to with the whole "being inside someone's mind who was in someone else's mind" and whatnot.
I said:
My response:
Hey bud. Since you commented on one of my little ditties, I thought I'd return the favor with a comment or two of my own.
Comment the first: I understand and agree that the media skews a story in order to get the people believe what they want them to believe.
Comment the second: It isn't purely an American thing, though. This happens all around the world, in all countries. The way I see it, most news stations, newspapers, magazines, etc. are not there to give people the facts. They are a business, out there just to make money. It doesn't matter what they say, so long as they get a good buck out of it. Example: the Mosque on Ground Zero. It is neither a Mosque, nor is it on Ground Zero. But that's what the media says so that we can get a kick out of it and get all pissy.
Comment the third: There are three sides to a story: your side, my side, and what really happened.
Comment the first: I understand and agree that the media skews a story in order to get the people believe what they want them to believe.
Comment the second: It isn't purely an American thing, though. This happens all around the world, in all countries. The way I see it, most news stations, newspapers, magazines, etc. are not there to give people the facts. They are a business, out there just to make money. It doesn't matter what they say, so long as they get a good buck out of it. Example: the Mosque on Ground Zero. It is neither a Mosque, nor is it on Ground Zero. But that's what the media says so that we can get a kick out of it and get all pissy.
Comment the third: There are three sides to a story: your side, my side, and what really happened.
- Seacrest Out
I also commented on Liz(zie's?) post about the big transitive property that you've introduced us to with the whole "being inside someone's mind who was in someone else's mind" and whatnot.
I said:
I thought I'd return the favor.
1. A while ago I was thinking about the question, "Do we ever cease to exist?". I will explain why this is relevant; hold your horses. My answer was no, the reason being that in one way or another, we've all impacted someone's life in some way. This influences who they are, even in the seemingly most insignificant ways at times. If we are able to shape people's thinking, beliefs, etc. then there's no way we can cease to exist. Basically, it's the transitive property. Being inside someone's mind who was in another person's mind who was in another person's mind, is the same thing that I was pondering a while back. And yes, what you said made sense.
Comment the second: Thank you for commenting on my blog. I actually really appreciate it.
- Seacrest Out
- Seacrest Out
- Quote of the day: "Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing"
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Metacognition: Junior Final Exam Essay
I'm not really sure that I have a coherent thought process to explain to you, but I shall try nevertheless. One thing you have to understand about my mind is that I don't understand it. It just plays leapfrog with all the topics swirling around in there. The frequency of the leaping depends on how invested I am in a certain topic at a certain time, and most of the time I'm not very invested in anything (except for the ladies, that is something which I work full time), thus the number of frogs in which my mind leaps are not few or far between.
by the way: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnp-23dyKR0
I've noticed that my posts have been rather serious or bitchy lately, so I'll try to make this one a little more fun (hence the link). I'm actually sorry about the amount of bitching I've been doing lately; I've been on my period.
Anywho, I should continue on about my thought process. Yes. Well. Okay. Hmm. Got it. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo, with all things I tend to procrastinate. This was no different for my final exam essay for English, my junior year. It was the typical bull shit where you have to relate three of the books you'd read that year in English and tie them together to one central theme.
You know what? I'm tired and don't feel like blogging anymore. You've seen how my mind works. This should suffice for this assignment. I guess the only thing I'd like my mind to do is to be able to focus on something for an extended period of time, regardless of my emotional attatchment to it.
By the way I've seen four skunks this weekend. I ran away from all of them.
- Seacrest Out
Quote of the day: "It's true that tactless teem totem-poles turn tolerence to tired tabboo"
by the way: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnp-23dyKR0
I've noticed that my posts have been rather serious or bitchy lately, so I'll try to make this one a little more fun (hence the link). I'm actually sorry about the amount of bitching I've been doing lately; I've been on my period.
Anywho, I should continue on about my thought process. Yes. Well. Okay. Hmm. Got it. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo, with all things I tend to procrastinate. This was no different for my final exam essay for English, my junior year. It was the typical bull shit where you have to relate three of the books you'd read that year in English and tie them together to one central theme.
You know what? I'm tired and don't feel like blogging anymore. You've seen how my mind works. This should suffice for this assignment. I guess the only thing I'd like my mind to do is to be able to focus on something for an extended period of time, regardless of my emotional attatchment to it.
By the way I've seen four skunks this weekend. I ran away from all of them.
- Seacrest Out
Quote of the day: "It's true that tactless teem totem-poles turn tolerence to tired tabboo"
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