Say No To MySpace!
I am sorry to any of my friends who are on MySpace as the following comments do not apply to the majority of you, but...
MySpace is the most vapid and vaccuous meat market on the interent. While I appreciate its networking abilities and the ease to "reach out and touch someone" and find old friends, it just seems callow to me. and pressure. I laud its ability to help people with their endeavours. It seems that people make business, art and music contacts and get work through their MySpace pages, and that is groovy. But I refuse to give in to the hype. Maybe I am just some blog elitist sitting in the ivory tower turning my nose up at the pop culture infiltrated and moderated visual and verbal rhetoric of the net, but I am allowed my opinion. If nothing else, it serves my research needs as someone who studies language, the interrelation of power, language and visuals, and the growth/morphing of pop culture.
God, I think I just made an argument for why I SHOULD sign up for an account....
I have been enojying absolutely nothing for the last week, but it is no wearing thin. I have some club med work coming up this week, and while the commensuration is not appealing to me, the work is as is the money saving/resume option. At least it will get me away for a while and allow me to work on something different and focus on my syllabi work for next semester. That will be my five days: shows, syllabi and sweating (for working out...did not want to destroy the allliterative possibility).
Went to Busch yesterday on 5 1/2 hours of sleep but had a GREAT time with some GREAT people. It was alll aughs, bitchery and mockery. James and I even had a musical movie moment on benches and trees.
Had Xmas Eve Eve dinner last night. It was fun, interesting, and odd. That is all I am going to say about it because all the hiliarity, aggravation, eye rolling and affirmations/confirmations would be too much to write about.
Christmas Eve tonight at my cousin's house. I just don't feel like going. I don't feel like the xmas spirit. This season has not felt particularly festive. No real reason, it just has not. I did not even decorate my home this year. Just did not care.
Have not heard back from ANY of the jobs I applied for in NY which either means that I was thrown into the round file or they are taking their time. Makes me feel like an absolute failure. I believe in my ability and strength as an educator, but I also know the sever uphill battle I have trying to teach in any post-secondary institution up north. I have to find something and soon because that is my last motivating factor to leave. That is my anchor for putting my foot down and leaping off the summit.
I have a busy next several months coming up. Some shows here and there and what not and what all.
And James....you are SUCH a BSH. You little chippy. :)
I am sorry to any of my friends who are on MySpace as the following comments do not apply to the majority of you, but...
MySpace is the most vapid and vaccuous meat market on the interent. While I appreciate its networking abilities and the ease to "reach out and touch someone" and find old friends, it just seems callow to me. and pressure. I laud its ability to help people with their endeavours. It seems that people make business, art and music contacts and get work through their MySpace pages, and that is groovy. But I refuse to give in to the hype. Maybe I am just some blog elitist sitting in the ivory tower turning my nose up at the pop culture infiltrated and moderated visual and verbal rhetoric of the net, but I am allowed my opinion. If nothing else, it serves my research needs as someone who studies language, the interrelation of power, language and visuals, and the growth/morphing of pop culture.
God, I think I just made an argument for why I SHOULD sign up for an account....
I have been enojying absolutely nothing for the last week, but it is no wearing thin. I have some club med work coming up this week, and while the commensuration is not appealing to me, the work is as is the money saving/resume option. At least it will get me away for a while and allow me to work on something different and focus on my syllabi work for next semester. That will be my five days: shows, syllabi and sweating (for working out...did not want to destroy the allliterative possibility).
Went to Busch yesterday on 5 1/2 hours of sleep but had a GREAT time with some GREAT people. It was alll aughs, bitchery and mockery. James and I even had a musical movie moment on benches and trees.
Had Xmas Eve Eve dinner last night. It was fun, interesting, and odd. That is all I am going to say about it because all the hiliarity, aggravation, eye rolling and affirmations/confirmations would be too much to write about.
Christmas Eve tonight at my cousin's house. I just don't feel like going. I don't feel like the xmas spirit. This season has not felt particularly festive. No real reason, it just has not. I did not even decorate my home this year. Just did not care.
Have not heard back from ANY of the jobs I applied for in NY which either means that I was thrown into the round file or they are taking their time. Makes me feel like an absolute failure. I believe in my ability and strength as an educator, but I also know the sever uphill battle I have trying to teach in any post-secondary institution up north. I have to find something and soon because that is my last motivating factor to leave. That is my anchor for putting my foot down and leaping off the summit.
I have a busy next several months coming up. Some shows here and there and what not and what all.
And James....you are SUCH a BSH. You little chippy. :)
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