Funky Week

My week started kinda funky -- and got progressively funkier. Monday I walked into work and D-Unit was like, "I've got bad news for you..." My response: "Was I fired?" D-Unit: "No, but we can't go to the concert this weekend because..." and the news was definitely bad.

Then my buds bummed me out Tuesday with the dietary marginalization mentioned previous blog. I made peace about it with most of 'em, but it definitely rubbed me wrong at the time. Funky, I say!

Wednesday I skipped yoga and indulged in lunch (at an American-style food place) with a fellow skipper. Watched The Business of Fancydancing a film written and directed by Sherman Alexie. Good movie, good message, slightly unique (and funky) to follow.

Thursday, today, went through the motions of skool, kinda sorta paying attention, but more out of it than in it.

My mind is on job applications -- nearly obsessively so. I'm like a trip to the post office away from mailing Clark County, Bentonville, Nixa, and Mountain Home. Four down, eleven to go. This weekend my goal is Springfield and Colorado Springs, possibly Logan Rogersville. I just want job security so I can feel good about working at my minimum wage job AND going to Sweden/Norway this summer. Mer.

We present our conference papers this week at our MIT conference. I don't know what I'm going to say, yet. I fear I might freeze up and forget who I am or something. Standing there, I wonder if I could make a case for having a post-traumatic moment myself.... guess that's plausible... hmmm...

Did I mention this week was funky?
Oh, and props to Capps for reading everyone's blogs. Right on, dood.

The Prez versus Greeners

Evergreen is special for it's own unique brand of worldview. I've certainly spent enough time this past week contemplating American imperialism and globalization (aka why other countries hate us, why the gap between rich/poor continues to grow, and how the corporation continues to dominate the employee). In fact, I've even had some personal strife pertaining to that last bit this week that has caused even DEEPER contemplation of said Greener themes.

So then I go and watch the news tonight, and dear ol' Bush Jr. is on again. And in his recent speech he said, "Let me put it to you Texan..."

The Greeners would get a lot further in their own independent struggle for the mysterious "social justice" world they propagate if they'd just put it to the masses in Texan versus in advanced intellectual-ese. Hell, I'd appreciate it if they'd tell me what they're trying to say in 3rd grade vocabulary so I might be able to "borrow" it for use in my classes....

And who said grad school wasn't fun?