Saturday, October 29, 2005
So What’s in a Name?
Bloggers of the World Unite
The concept of Bloggers of the World Unite came from:
Learn to love me assemble the ways
now, today, tomorrow and always
my only weakness is a list of crimes
my only weakness is ... well, never mind, never mind
shoplifters of the world unite and take over
shoplifters of the world hand it over hand it over hand it over
Learn to love me and assemble the ways
now, today, tomorrow, and always
my only weakness is a listed crime
but last night the plans of a future war was all I saw on Channel Four
Shoplifters of the world unite and take over
shoplifters of the world hand it over hand it over hand it over
A heartless hand on my shoulder a push - and it's over
Alabaster crashes down (six months is a long time)
tried living in the real world instead of a shell
but I was bored before I even began ...
I was bored before I even began
Shoplifters of the world unite and take over shoplifters of the world unite and take over shoplifters of the world unite and take over shoplifters of the world take over
Is anybody a fan of the Smiths??? This is Shoplifters of the World Unite. It’s off the album Louder Than Bombs. I guess the concept was a Pretty Girls Make Graves kind of stunt… but that’s ok because they are an amazing band.
I seem to be the most antisocial lepercized human of a being on this planet…but the one place I would allow my soul to pour out onto was pieces of college ruled paper with some handy Bic black ink extrapolated upon it. It’s the only place that won’t correct my speech or tell me that the flow of my soul isn’t worth expression. I look at some of my spidery illegible thoughts from 8th grade and it’s here, here on this page where I know I belong. What leads me here I don’t know where am I going??? But that, that unknown attraction that un-conceptualized reason…that is what love is. It just works and happens…here I am another night caught in a web of words and I know it’s here where I can be heard. It’s here where I can list my crimes. It’s here I can list the world’s crimes. Here are the assembled ways…”Unite and Take Over.” (God I haven’t drank very much since my last episode with gout and boy this Smithwick’s is some damn good Irish ale.) What a concept.
Bloggers of the World Unite
Bloggers of the World Unite
The concept of Bloggers of the World Unite came from:
Learn to love me assemble the ways
now, today, tomorrow and always
my only weakness is a list of crimes
my only weakness is ... well, never mind, never mind
shoplifters of the world unite and take over
shoplifters of the world hand it over hand it over hand it over
Learn to love me and assemble the ways
now, today, tomorrow, and always
my only weakness is a listed crime
but last night the plans of a future war was all I saw on Channel Four
Shoplifters of the world unite and take over
shoplifters of the world hand it over hand it over hand it over
A heartless hand on my shoulder a push - and it's over
Alabaster crashes down (six months is a long time)
tried living in the real world instead of a shell
but I was bored before I even began ...
I was bored before I even began
Shoplifters of the world unite and take over shoplifters of the world unite and take over shoplifters of the world unite and take over shoplifters of the world take over
Is anybody a fan of the Smiths??? This is Shoplifters of the World Unite. It’s off the album Louder Than Bombs. I guess the concept was a Pretty Girls Make Graves kind of stunt… but that’s ok because they are an amazing band.
I seem to be the most antisocial lepercized human of a being on this planet…but the one place I would allow my soul to pour out onto was pieces of college ruled paper with some handy Bic black ink extrapolated upon it. It’s the only place that won’t correct my speech or tell me that the flow of my soul isn’t worth expression. I look at some of my spidery illegible thoughts from 8th grade and it’s here, here on this page where I know I belong. What leads me here I don’t know where am I going??? But that, that unknown attraction that un-conceptualized reason…that is what love is. It just works and happens…here I am another night caught in a web of words and I know it’s here where I can be heard. It’s here where I can list my crimes. It’s here I can list the world’s crimes. Here are the assembled ways…”Unite and Take Over.” (God I haven’t drank very much since my last episode with gout and boy this Smithwick’s is some damn good Irish ale.) What a concept.
Bloggers of the World Unite
When I grow up I want to be a Whoopee Cushion...at least for this Oct. 31st. (And no I'm not the guy in the costume.)
Friday, October 28, 2005
Feist
Music I’m listening to right now…Feist. They are this Canadian “AY” band. I just checked out their website and I can’t figure out how to operate it. I guess it’s just up to you to push places on their site and see where it takes you. They don’t look anything like I pictured them from their music…I guess I don’t have the 6th sense to visualize people from their music…shucks. But surprises are nice…I wouldn’t want it any other way.
http://www.listentofeist.com/SITE/default.asp
It seems like they play a lot of Borders. I couldn’t image seeing cool band like them at Borders in Englewood…by yuppie-ville Park Meadows Mall…I don’t see it scheduled on their site but like I said surprises are nice.
Music I’m listening to right now…Feist. They are this Canadian “AY” band. I just checked out their website and I can’t figure out how to operate it. I guess it’s just up to you to push places on their site and see where it takes you. They don’t look anything like I pictured them from their music…I guess I don’t have the 6th sense to visualize people from their music…shucks. But surprises are nice…I wouldn’t want it any other way.
http://www.listentofeist.com/SITE/default.asp
It seems like they play a lot of Borders. I couldn’t image seeing cool band like them at Borders in Englewood…by yuppie-ville Park Meadows Mall…I don’t see it scheduled on their site but like I said surprises are nice.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Writing Assignment #10
“One thing they don’t teach in school is outer-space don’t care for you.”
-The Briefs
I’m sitting in the Metro computer lab bored and upset stomach laden. I peer over to my left and see an attractive blond girl typing up stuff on her computer. Being the nosy computer neighbor that I am, I look at her screen in attempt to get a fill for her person/personality. I see she has a rather cliché site consuming the computer’s monitor and in turn it’s probably a site that consumes not only the monitor but much of her time. It’s called MySpace and it’s this immensely strange behavior that many of my peers get involved in. To me this trend of computer socialization is scarier then any TV box or game consul’s effects on our lives. The TV lacks interaction and at times is used a stimulus for tangible social interaction. I don’t own a T.V. but the last two years (when my schedule wasn’t as hectic) I would make a Tuesday commute to my grandmother’s house to watch our favorite new show, The Apprentice. We would view our weekly dose of brutal firing and have conversation based around the show and or time would venture into more quality topics. Game consuls like Play Station are big time wasters in my peers’ lives. They are interactive and addicting. From my experience with consul world “gamers” are more social creatures then most would expect. Mostly, they conjugate together in the unified cause of gamming. Where a so-called popular kid conjugates to party to get fucked and fucked up…Gamers do the same only their conjugations are to get buzzed off of gallons of Mountain Dew and to hone their shooting skills on Halo. Once again, this gaming builds tangible relationships through tangible human interaction. The computer on the other hand, is the devil. Networking sites like Friendster and MySpace are mushrooming everywhere on cyberspace. People don’t give out phone numbers anymore, they give out MySpace links. My peers don’t even stop for small talk anymore. I’ve witnessed a few occasions where people say, “I’ll MySpace you.” What? People wont even stop to chat about how nice the weather is?…they’d rather save those impersonal exchanges for an even more impersonal medium of cable wires and flat (like flat characters of a plot) screens. The computer has a critical difference between its competing electric life suckers…it’s not only socially interactive but it spawns an inanimate social interaction that competes with human contact. Everyday more and more people get entangled in the game of MySpace. I call it a game because of the competitive notch-on-the-belt resume human quality it caters to. People are obsessed with collecting these pseudo-cyberspace friends. I look over to my left and 45 minutes later the same girl is socializing away on her MySpace account. The strange thing is, I bet if I walked up to her right now and asked her to a cup of coffee in the motiveless vein of meeting someone new…she would be uninterested and too busy with her cyberspace interactions. Or I’m sure not even going that far. If I was to chat with her she would be annoyed because I was breaching on her friend’s time. Oh well, I can always walk up and ask to MySpace her.
The ironic thing is…that tangible human interaction is becoming the strange behavior. Maybe, in the other section of your psychology class you will read a paper from a girl stating that a strange observable experience she had was, “some guy tried to talk to me in the computer lab. That’s what MySpace is for…duh.”
“One thing they don’t teach in school is outer-space don’t care for you.”
-The Briefs
I’m sitting in the Metro computer lab bored and upset stomach laden. I peer over to my left and see an attractive blond girl typing up stuff on her computer. Being the nosy computer neighbor that I am, I look at her screen in attempt to get a fill for her person/personality. I see she has a rather cliché site consuming the computer’s monitor and in turn it’s probably a site that consumes not only the monitor but much of her time. It’s called MySpace and it’s this immensely strange behavior that many of my peers get involved in. To me this trend of computer socialization is scarier then any TV box or game consul’s effects on our lives. The TV lacks interaction and at times is used a stimulus for tangible social interaction. I don’t own a T.V. but the last two years (when my schedule wasn’t as hectic) I would make a Tuesday commute to my grandmother’s house to watch our favorite new show, The Apprentice. We would view our weekly dose of brutal firing and have conversation based around the show and or time would venture into more quality topics. Game consuls like Play Station are big time wasters in my peers’ lives. They are interactive and addicting. From my experience with consul world “gamers” are more social creatures then most would expect. Mostly, they conjugate together in the unified cause of gamming. Where a so-called popular kid conjugates to party to get fucked and fucked up…Gamers do the same only their conjugations are to get buzzed off of gallons of Mountain Dew and to hone their shooting skills on Halo. Once again, this gaming builds tangible relationships through tangible human interaction. The computer on the other hand, is the devil. Networking sites like Friendster and MySpace are mushrooming everywhere on cyberspace. People don’t give out phone numbers anymore, they give out MySpace links. My peers don’t even stop for small talk anymore. I’ve witnessed a few occasions where people say, “I’ll MySpace you.” What? People wont even stop to chat about how nice the weather is?…they’d rather save those impersonal exchanges for an even more impersonal medium of cable wires and flat (like flat characters of a plot) screens. The computer has a critical difference between its competing electric life suckers…it’s not only socially interactive but it spawns an inanimate social interaction that competes with human contact. Everyday more and more people get entangled in the game of MySpace. I call it a game because of the competitive notch-on-the-belt resume human quality it caters to. People are obsessed with collecting these pseudo-cyberspace friends. I look over to my left and 45 minutes later the same girl is socializing away on her MySpace account. The strange thing is, I bet if I walked up to her right now and asked her to a cup of coffee in the motiveless vein of meeting someone new…she would be uninterested and too busy with her cyberspace interactions. Or I’m sure not even going that far. If I was to chat with her she would be annoyed because I was breaching on her friend’s time. Oh well, I can always walk up and ask to MySpace her.
The ironic thing is…that tangible human interaction is becoming the strange behavior. Maybe, in the other section of your psychology class you will read a paper from a girl stating that a strange observable experience she had was, “some guy tried to talk to me in the computer lab. That’s what MySpace is for…duh.”
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Dead Horse
I’m not beating a dead horse I’m truly not. I’m just constantly thinking (which I believe impedes my learning) and much of my focus tends to be on the why of things. I wrote earlier about how a professor believed I might have cheated on a Spanish paper and how furious it made me...While I was in his Spanish class today and with a splitting head ache (one that is still swinging in the gallows of my head) I came to an epiphany. I realized that I got so upset because during the course of the class I developed a Human-Teacher perspective in regards to my professor. I saw him as this excellent teacher with passion for his subject. I saw him endearing in human qualities like his curtness, his broad knowledge on topics of the language, and his references to his girlfriend in Spain. Most of all I considered him human. When he pulled me aside and talked to me about my paper it felt like he was approaching me like some quota of accusation he needed to make in the semester. Even when he and I discussed our disagreements through…he said, “Usually when I approach a student with this…” There again when he saw my nameless human-less face in the mass of other students and pulled his statistic (me) to the side and went over his cheating philosophies, he approached me with a lack of humanism. That in my mind is tactless. If he knew the smiling student who attends every class, sits front row and makes jokes in Spanish to aid the flow of time…if he knew me, he would have approached me less generally and more humanly. My stupid ideals always seem to get in the way. I’m such an emotional feely-type person. I look for the content in people and probably unrealistically look for people to handle me the same (by looking for the content in me.) I liked my professor and would never think badly of him…He brought me to the side and accused me of such an unethical thing…That damaged our bond because he treated my like another statistic, I now look at him as a Teacher-Teacher. No longer do I view him in the esteem of Human-Teacher. Perhaps in these written down words my ideas seem extreme dramatic. Really they are not, most everyday we approach people in an inanimate impersonal way. This truly is the status-quo for a teacher student relationship. But now my schema (concept) of him is in that status-quo. We can laugh and be kind and talk Spanish but in this schema I believe we can really never know each other…that’s a shame. On a more optimistic note, I believe in a “7 Habits” b.s. sort of philosophy. Relationships are like a bank account. You can withdraw but you must deposit. If you overdraw that is when relationships break or strain. But over time relationship can build up to its old heights. It just takes time and proactive effort to develop and strengthen it back up. In the mood of this pessimistic headache…I doubt that will happen in this semester.
I’m not beating a dead horse I’m truly not. I’m just constantly thinking (which I believe impedes my learning) and much of my focus tends to be on the why of things. I wrote earlier about how a professor believed I might have cheated on a Spanish paper and how furious it made me...While I was in his Spanish class today and with a splitting head ache (one that is still swinging in the gallows of my head) I came to an epiphany. I realized that I got so upset because during the course of the class I developed a Human-Teacher perspective in regards to my professor. I saw him as this excellent teacher with passion for his subject. I saw him endearing in human qualities like his curtness, his broad knowledge on topics of the language, and his references to his girlfriend in Spain. Most of all I considered him human. When he pulled me aside and talked to me about my paper it felt like he was approaching me like some quota of accusation he needed to make in the semester. Even when he and I discussed our disagreements through…he said, “Usually when I approach a student with this…” There again when he saw my nameless human-less face in the mass of other students and pulled his statistic (me) to the side and went over his cheating philosophies, he approached me with a lack of humanism. That in my mind is tactless. If he knew the smiling student who attends every class, sits front row and makes jokes in Spanish to aid the flow of time…if he knew me, he would have approached me less generally and more humanly. My stupid ideals always seem to get in the way. I’m such an emotional feely-type person. I look for the content in people and probably unrealistically look for people to handle me the same (by looking for the content in me.) I liked my professor and would never think badly of him…He brought me to the side and accused me of such an unethical thing…That damaged our bond because he treated my like another statistic, I now look at him as a Teacher-Teacher. No longer do I view him in the esteem of Human-Teacher. Perhaps in these written down words my ideas seem extreme dramatic. Really they are not, most everyday we approach people in an inanimate impersonal way. This truly is the status-quo for a teacher student relationship. But now my schema (concept) of him is in that status-quo. We can laugh and be kind and talk Spanish but in this schema I believe we can really never know each other…that’s a shame. On a more optimistic note, I believe in a “7 Habits” b.s. sort of philosophy. Relationships are like a bank account. You can withdraw but you must deposit. If you overdraw that is when relationships break or strain. But over time relationship can build up to its old heights. It just takes time and proactive effort to develop and strengthen it back up. In the mood of this pessimistic headache…I doubt that will happen in this semester.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
On the seat of danger…with a sudden twist of irony
Oh, how my life is filled with an incessant adrenaline high from the non-stop danger I’m faced with…I’ll tell you what full time accounting positions and campus life is not what one might scoff it out to be…it’s an adventure. My daily battle with paper cuts and finding that perfect ergonomic position would put the daily happenings of any police office to shame. Or how about my accelerated drives for parking as I flip a bitch to steal an overpriced parking spot from a poor unsuspecting fellow commuting student? My life, a life that any bank robber wouldn’t steal. Writing about cheesy puns... I’ve decided since my life is not the glory of adventure that most other lives crack up to be…Than I had to make some adventure. I’m really not a bad person. I have ethics but the story goes like this. I was in one ordinary journalism class when this crazy over ambitious girl, Sara, started to go ape-shit on our professor. Apparently she found something crazy wrong on our exam (some loophole and it forced her to commit an error.) She literally bitched at my teacher for 15 minutes. Our professor said, “It’s one pint I’m not going to give it to you Sara.” She was un-relentless until the crux of the situation waned in her favor and our professor gave in. It was 15 ridiculous minutes over one point on an exam. It was exhausting to experience and I’m glad I get to vent it here. But after the class the girl left her leads in the recycling bin. Of course I went into the box and stole the goods FBI style. I just wanted to read her papers and learn more about her personality…Boy, I was surprised to find someone who writes journalism class leads cheesy then I do. She wrote, “An elderly couple was leaving a steak house when they got into a car wreck which was more than they could chew.” I can tell from this writing that she has a tough girl professional exterior but she is really just a sweet young endeavoring student like the rest of us. This is where my adventure came into this writing…As I type this confession I’m sitting about three computers away from her…But wait!!! Life is stranger than fiction…I just got my test back from my professor (I’m only typing this b/c this class is one of this typing class lab) and I see a point I 100% disagree with…I shit you not, I can’t believe this 86% I got on my test crap. But would it be ethical to ask my professor to change my grade after this long rant against Sara???? I think not, I’ll try for my point back anyway.
Oh, how my life is filled with an incessant adrenaline high from the non-stop danger I’m faced with…I’ll tell you what full time accounting positions and campus life is not what one might scoff it out to be…it’s an adventure. My daily battle with paper cuts and finding that perfect ergonomic position would put the daily happenings of any police office to shame. Or how about my accelerated drives for parking as I flip a bitch to steal an overpriced parking spot from a poor unsuspecting fellow commuting student? My life, a life that any bank robber wouldn’t steal. Writing about cheesy puns... I’ve decided since my life is not the glory of adventure that most other lives crack up to be…Than I had to make some adventure. I’m really not a bad person. I have ethics but the story goes like this. I was in one ordinary journalism class when this crazy over ambitious girl, Sara, started to go ape-shit on our professor. Apparently she found something crazy wrong on our exam (some loophole and it forced her to commit an error.) She literally bitched at my teacher for 15 minutes. Our professor said, “It’s one pint I’m not going to give it to you Sara.” She was un-relentless until the crux of the situation waned in her favor and our professor gave in. It was 15 ridiculous minutes over one point on an exam. It was exhausting to experience and I’m glad I get to vent it here. But after the class the girl left her leads in the recycling bin. Of course I went into the box and stole the goods FBI style. I just wanted to read her papers and learn more about her personality…Boy, I was surprised to find someone who writes journalism class leads cheesy then I do. She wrote, “An elderly couple was leaving a steak house when they got into a car wreck which was more than they could chew.” I can tell from this writing that she has a tough girl professional exterior but she is really just a sweet young endeavoring student like the rest of us. This is where my adventure came into this writing…As I type this confession I’m sitting about three computers away from her…But wait!!! Life is stranger than fiction…I just got my test back from my professor (I’m only typing this b/c this class is one of this typing class lab) and I see a point I 100% disagree with…I shit you not, I can’t believe this 86% I got on my test crap. But would it be ethical to ask my professor to change my grade after this long rant against Sara???? I think not, I’ll try for my point back anyway.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Streaming On A Computer Near You
I am the one American who does not own a TV. There was a time I was not alone in this concept. I knew this guy who worked full time but he was so in love with his music that he played guitar 30-40hrs a week on top of his work load. His name was Daveed and he moved to Spain. Of course, I’d share a characteristic of someone who would not live on American soil. I’m not 100% exempt from American culture. I read magazines. I read at least three articles from the paper everyday and I admit to drinking Starbucks. Of course this is a long drawn out introduction into the real idea I wanted to elaborate on. Sometimes when I reach for pop references I’m more at a loss than others are due to my sheltered life. So, what was that damn cartoon? Binkey and The Brain???? You know the one that had this dumb rat and this smart rat which = The Brain. “…my plot of taking over the world.” ????? O.k., so I’m going to be a DJ on the Metro Radio!!!! Or at least I hope to bring my new syndicated hour to the graces of Metro’s campus. I chicken scratched in my application and will hopefully be called for an interview. (I’m sure that means I’m going to have to call the man in charge and push for the interview.) Long story short…Today it’s the Metro station (a station one can only get on our campus or streaming on the computer) and tomorrow it’s the world. I’m weird, “I’m poor and I’m weird baby...” The Briefs. That’s why I never understand the breaking up of some bands. I pick up my guitar and jam through the 10 of mine that I actually have memorized, put me in front of a mirror and kick up the distortion and I feel like a rock star. This is probably because everything especially my art/music comes hard to me. It takes me at least three times longer than the average person to figure stuff out…but that’s just it I eventually figure it out, just a day late and $$$ short. I love music and I don’t care if my show reaches two people. I’m excited to bring, “The Power of Pop” to the world. This is something I can pour my heart into.
I am the one American who does not own a TV. There was a time I was not alone in this concept. I knew this guy who worked full time but he was so in love with his music that he played guitar 30-40hrs a week on top of his work load. His name was Daveed and he moved to Spain. Of course, I’d share a characteristic of someone who would not live on American soil. I’m not 100% exempt from American culture. I read magazines. I read at least three articles from the paper everyday and I admit to drinking Starbucks. Of course this is a long drawn out introduction into the real idea I wanted to elaborate on. Sometimes when I reach for pop references I’m more at a loss than others are due to my sheltered life. So, what was that damn cartoon? Binkey and The Brain???? You know the one that had this dumb rat and this smart rat which = The Brain. “…my plot of taking over the world.” ????? O.k., so I’m going to be a DJ on the Metro Radio!!!! Or at least I hope to bring my new syndicated hour to the graces of Metro’s campus. I chicken scratched in my application and will hopefully be called for an interview. (I’m sure that means I’m going to have to call the man in charge and push for the interview.) Long story short…Today it’s the Metro station (a station one can only get on our campus or streaming on the computer) and tomorrow it’s the world. I’m weird, “I’m poor and I’m weird baby...” The Briefs. That’s why I never understand the breaking up of some bands. I pick up my guitar and jam through the 10 of mine that I actually have memorized, put me in front of a mirror and kick up the distortion and I feel like a rock star. This is probably because everything especially my art/music comes hard to me. It takes me at least three times longer than the average person to figure stuff out…but that’s just it I eventually figure it out, just a day late and $$$ short. I love music and I don’t care if my show reaches two people. I’m excited to bring, “The Power of Pop” to the world. This is something I can pour my heart into.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
My Obit
Nicholas D in tha house a 24-year-old blogger died in a car accident Monday Oct. 24.
D in tha house was a journalism student at Metropolitan State College of Denver who could be found sneaking away from his full time work schedule and full time college load on various campus computers updating his blog site. “He felt a lot of pressure from family and work but he would voice all of his frustration into his blogs,” said his girlfriend Haaland.
As a Denver resident he would commute 50 miles daily to work in the revenue accounting department at the Airline he worked for. It was during his 6 a.m. commute that a semi-truck driver fell asleep at the wheel crashed into D in tha house’s gold Pontiac Grand Am which he had affectionately named Buddha. “He loved that car and named it as such because of his interest in eastern philosophy,” said his sister Panther D.
D in tha house who spent 40 hours a week working in accounting carried over his knack for creative writing into his career. His manager Bill F said, “If there was some new policy in our office that Nick disagreed with you could expect a three page essay to be submitted to management and revisions of the policy where sure to follow.”
D in tha house who had an easy-going personality and unique sense of style often wore his black hair adorned with a cowlick. “I don’t think he owned a pair of normal pants,” his co-worker Kelly B said. “He would always come to work sporting polyester pants and the most obscure argyle socks.” Another worker Donna P also said, “People would tease him about his clothes but he would only retaliate with a joke and a warm smile. He was a pleasure to work with.”
D in tha house who was born Jan. 1, 1981 into a middle class family was the oldest of three siblings and brought stability to his family. At 5-foot 9-inches he was not a big man but his contribution to his family were huge according his mother Christen H-C. She said, “Nick had a passion for music and writing. He was always striving for a better life with the intent that he could help his family.”
A celebration of his life was held Wednesday at the Airline’s Center One with his family and co-workers. People gathered to listen to his girlfriend recite some her favorite writings of his.
In addition to his mother and sister Panther, D in tha house is survived by his father Gordon; his stepfather Randy; his sister Roxann; and his brother Kyle.
Nicholas D in tha house a 24-year-old blogger died in a car accident Monday Oct. 24.
D in tha house was a journalism student at Metropolitan State College of Denver who could be found sneaking away from his full time work schedule and full time college load on various campus computers updating his blog site. “He felt a lot of pressure from family and work but he would voice all of his frustration into his blogs,” said his girlfriend Haaland.
As a Denver resident he would commute 50 miles daily to work in the revenue accounting department at the Airline he worked for. It was during his 6 a.m. commute that a semi-truck driver fell asleep at the wheel crashed into D in tha house’s gold Pontiac Grand Am which he had affectionately named Buddha. “He loved that car and named it as such because of his interest in eastern philosophy,” said his sister Panther D.
D in tha house who spent 40 hours a week working in accounting carried over his knack for creative writing into his career. His manager Bill F said, “If there was some new policy in our office that Nick disagreed with you could expect a three page essay to be submitted to management and revisions of the policy where sure to follow.”
D in tha house who had an easy-going personality and unique sense of style often wore his black hair adorned with a cowlick. “I don’t think he owned a pair of normal pants,” his co-worker Kelly B said. “He would always come to work sporting polyester pants and the most obscure argyle socks.” Another worker Donna P also said, “People would tease him about his clothes but he would only retaliate with a joke and a warm smile. He was a pleasure to work with.”
D in tha house who was born Jan. 1, 1981 into a middle class family was the oldest of three siblings and brought stability to his family. At 5-foot 9-inches he was not a big man but his contribution to his family were huge according his mother Christen H-C. She said, “Nick had a passion for music and writing. He was always striving for a better life with the intent that he could help his family.”
A celebration of his life was held Wednesday at the Airline’s Center One with his family and co-workers. People gathered to listen to his girlfriend recite some her favorite writings of his.
In addition to his mother and sister Panther, D in tha house is survived by his father Gordon; his stepfather Randy; his sister Roxann; and his brother Kyle.
Writing Assignment #8
In class we were taught that we need defense mechanisms but they should not be used in mal-adaptive ways. The mechanisms discussed were repression, projection, displacement, reaction formation, regression, and rationalization.
Repression-Keeps stuff buried.
My grandmother (who I love with all my heart and damn near as much as a second mother) is dying of emphysema. Every time I see her or even think of her I want to break down and cry. This is something I repress.
Projection- You have a certain feeling but you displace that feeling onto someone else. According to our text book page 481, Freud believed slips of the tongue had honesty attached to them. Everyday I teasingly call my girlfriend a “poop-head.” It’s a joke but I know in all reality that I’m the poop-head in our relationship. I project her as being the lucky one but I’m the lucky one.
Displacement- When one diverts emotions caused by one person onto another.
I took this Friday off of work to get school work done, talk to counselors about my minor, and see if I could get a Radio show with Metro’s radio station. Needless to say, I got the run around with the advising center and when I finally met the journalism’s department adviser she was rather curt with me. She actually misinformed me on this petition process I wanted to go though in attempt to use an older catalogue for my major. I then went to talk to the man in charge of Metro’s radio station. He was somewhere on campus just no where to be found. I recouped after being frustrated by not accomplishing anything on my day off. I went to the computer lab to check out my CAPP report to see if I should use the old catalog but I wasn’t sure how to do this. I then quietly used my cell phone to call my girlfriend and get her assistance. Of course, some 45-year-old looking women started to badger me saying I was distracting her and to leave the lab…I exchanged a couple of not so friendly words with her. Words that I might not have said if I wasn’t so frustrated. I sort of displaced my frustration into making a scene in the computer lab Friday.
Reaction Formation- This is when one behaves exactly opposite as they feel.
Thursday my boss was assigning work to me while on a conference call with our outside vender. He said I needed to have two tests completed on the system by Friday. I informed him that I would not be in Friday and he got his high pitched homosexual tone of voice (because he literally is homosexual there’s no pun intended) and said, “Well you’ll just have to have it done today.” Of course, the person on the conference call is laughing at the scene my boss was making. I considered it to be a disrespectful attitude toward me but I just smiled and said, “No problem.” I wanted to say a little something more than that but I used reaction formation not to, which is probably the smartest move to make in that situation.
Regression- Reverting to childhood ways of coping with stress.
I can barely remember how I handled a situation last week let alone trying to remember how I dealt with something as a kid to compare with something last week. But, this reminds me of my favorite movie American Beauty. Kevin Spacey plays a man who was about to get fired from his job after 15 years. He copes with the situation by blackmailing his job for one year’s pay. He then gets a job at a fast food restaurant, buys a muscle car like the one he had as a teenager, starts smoking pot again, and working out for the possibility to sleep with his daughter’s supposedly slutty friend. I would say he regressed but it made for a damn fine film.
Rationalization- Good reason for what you did but false explanation for behavior.
I compulsively bought Powerball tickets with my fellow co-workers under the pretense that, “I am helping parks and recreation.” The jackpot was over $3 million!!! Come on now! Open space needs a new pair of shoes.
Man, I wanted to get into sublimation but I am well over my page limit and it’s going to be a late night as is…those are just some of the ways I’ve utilized the listed defense mechanisms.
In class we were taught that we need defense mechanisms but they should not be used in mal-adaptive ways. The mechanisms discussed were repression, projection, displacement, reaction formation, regression, and rationalization.
Repression-Keeps stuff buried.
My grandmother (who I love with all my heart and damn near as much as a second mother) is dying of emphysema. Every time I see her or even think of her I want to break down and cry. This is something I repress.
Projection- You have a certain feeling but you displace that feeling onto someone else. According to our text book page 481, Freud believed slips of the tongue had honesty attached to them. Everyday I teasingly call my girlfriend a “poop-head.” It’s a joke but I know in all reality that I’m the poop-head in our relationship. I project her as being the lucky one but I’m the lucky one.
Displacement- When one diverts emotions caused by one person onto another.
I took this Friday off of work to get school work done, talk to counselors about my minor, and see if I could get a Radio show with Metro’s radio station. Needless to say, I got the run around with the advising center and when I finally met the journalism’s department adviser she was rather curt with me. She actually misinformed me on this petition process I wanted to go though in attempt to use an older catalogue for my major. I then went to talk to the man in charge of Metro’s radio station. He was somewhere on campus just no where to be found. I recouped after being frustrated by not accomplishing anything on my day off. I went to the computer lab to check out my CAPP report to see if I should use the old catalog but I wasn’t sure how to do this. I then quietly used my cell phone to call my girlfriend and get her assistance. Of course, some 45-year-old looking women started to badger me saying I was distracting her and to leave the lab…I exchanged a couple of not so friendly words with her. Words that I might not have said if I wasn’t so frustrated. I sort of displaced my frustration into making a scene in the computer lab Friday.
Reaction Formation- This is when one behaves exactly opposite as they feel.
Thursday my boss was assigning work to me while on a conference call with our outside vender. He said I needed to have two tests completed on the system by Friday. I informed him that I would not be in Friday and he got his high pitched homosexual tone of voice (because he literally is homosexual there’s no pun intended) and said, “Well you’ll just have to have it done today.” Of course, the person on the conference call is laughing at the scene my boss was making. I considered it to be a disrespectful attitude toward me but I just smiled and said, “No problem.” I wanted to say a little something more than that but I used reaction formation not to, which is probably the smartest move to make in that situation.
Regression- Reverting to childhood ways of coping with stress.
I can barely remember how I handled a situation last week let alone trying to remember how I dealt with something as a kid to compare with something last week. But, this reminds me of my favorite movie American Beauty. Kevin Spacey plays a man who was about to get fired from his job after 15 years. He copes with the situation by blackmailing his job for one year’s pay. He then gets a job at a fast food restaurant, buys a muscle car like the one he had as a teenager, starts smoking pot again, and working out for the possibility to sleep with his daughter’s supposedly slutty friend. I would say he regressed but it made for a damn fine film.
Rationalization- Good reason for what you did but false explanation for behavior.
I compulsively bought Powerball tickets with my fellow co-workers under the pretense that, “I am helping parks and recreation.” The jackpot was over $3 million!!! Come on now! Open space needs a new pair of shoes.
Man, I wanted to get into sublimation but I am well over my page limit and it’s going to be a late night as is…those are just some of the ways I’ve utilized the listed defense mechanisms.
Help
O.K. I need to do a Mad Lib assignment. I need to write my own Obit for journalism…no this isn’t morbid at all and it really does fall in line with Halloween…wait my obit is due this Tuesday but that’s six days before Halloween. I might be able to get a little preemptive “trick or treat” from my professor by suggesting that she extend our deadline until the ghoulish hour of Midnight Oct. 31st that way she could have a monstrous good time reading them for the celebratory occasion.(It’s not going to happen my teacher seems to have a life..but it’s worth a try.) So as far as the Mad Lib thing goes, I need help deciding on the factors in which I’m going to use in my story. Here’s a list:
What’s one unique attribute
Time and place of death
Cause of death
Major accomplishments
chronological order of my early life
Honors awards
additional interest and accomplishments
groups I‘m in
surviving relatives burial and funeral arrangements
Ok so I’m tired and on my 5th cup of coffee for the day…This obit must be written tomorrow with a clear mind and invigorated creativity. Nothing seems to be calling me more than 8 hours of sleep and a trip to Kaladi Brother’s a damn fine coffee shop if I do say so myself. Such a good mood provoking occasion would be perfect for devising the elaborate ways I lived and died. “next time Gadget…next time.”
O.K. I need to do a Mad Lib assignment. I need to write my own Obit for journalism…no this isn’t morbid at all and it really does fall in line with Halloween…wait my obit is due this Tuesday but that’s six days before Halloween. I might be able to get a little preemptive “trick or treat” from my professor by suggesting that she extend our deadline until the ghoulish hour of Midnight Oct. 31st that way she could have a monstrous good time reading them for the celebratory occasion.(It’s not going to happen my teacher seems to have a life..but it’s worth a try.) So as far as the Mad Lib thing goes, I need help deciding on the factors in which I’m going to use in my story. Here’s a list:
What’s one unique attribute
Time and place of death
Cause of death
Major accomplishments
chronological order of my early life
Honors awards
additional interest and accomplishments
groups I‘m in
surviving relatives burial and funeral arrangements
Ok so I’m tired and on my 5th cup of coffee for the day…This obit must be written tomorrow with a clear mind and invigorated creativity. Nothing seems to be calling me more than 8 hours of sleep and a trip to Kaladi Brother’s a damn fine coffee shop if I do say so myself. Such a good mood provoking occasion would be perfect for devising the elaborate ways I lived and died. “next time Gadget…next time.”
