Sunday, August 23, 2009
Down the Rabbit Hole
I can't remember the last time I felt truly challenged and engaged like I do now. I'm sure there were classes in college that individually made me feel like this, but overall, college didn't. In undergrad, I wondered at my friends' floundering in school and having a hard time keeping up. Don't get me wrong. I studied, I did my reading, and I went to my classes (well, most of the time), but I still went out five nights a week. Even after the first week, I can tell my days of going out on a week night are going to be very, very rare events. It's not like when I have gone out on week nights I've ever been one to get crazy or anything, but with classes like they are, I can't afford to be at less than 100%. I watched a girl the other day in class get more engrossed in trying to keep up with writing down the slides than paying attention to the Professor. He noticed immediately and fired off a question at her. Of course, she had no clue what he had asked, and he knew she wouldn't.
That's one area where I think the exaggerations are true. For me, the professors aren't nearly as scary as the stories related. I really like mine. And the Socratic method isn't the debilitating, scarring experience of law school lore. It's only scary if you're unprepared or if you're going in with the goal of hiding and not speaking. I've spoken a few times already. Nope, I haven't been a vision of perfection or articulation. I fumbled, I couldn't find the right words, but I tried. I think I conveyed that I was prepared. I definitely conveyed that I wanted to try and engage in class discussion. Ultimately, I think that's what the professors want most. We're all in our first year of law school. We aren't supposed to understand everything perfectly. They purposefully throw us in the deep end, knowing that at best we'll barely be able to keep our heads above water. And we won't be able to every day. I already feel like I'm drowning, but I would rather try my best and screw up now. I'd rather spend three years screwing up but improving each day than sit in terror, doing everything in my power to fade into the background and avoid speaking. For me, screwing up now seems much better than getting in front of a judge three or so years from now and getting reemed for sounding like an unprepared idiot.
Another true story about law school is how those of us there become incapable of talking about anything else. I'm already annoying myself. Poor Shane is handling it well. He still finds it interesting, or he's a champ at pretending. Well, I talk about law school and Wii. Still, there isn't much variety in my conversations these days. My parents call and want to chat, and it's so hard. I have nothing to say that isn't law school related.
The craziest part is how fast all of this has happened. It's not like I've been in school for months. It's been a couple of weeks and actual classes only started last week. Now you, my dear blog readers, get to hear it. Like I said, I'm not sure I can keep the blog up. It'll help when loan money comes through, and I can finally buy a laptop to take to school. We'll see. Now off to study. I've got loads of reading and a case brief due tomorrow.
Monday, August 10, 2009
And Now for a Slight Bit of Positivity!
Either way, I'm pumped. Tomorrow marks an entirely new chapter in my life. I've been assigned to read 1L of a Year this week. I hate to admit, but it's good...and even more, it's helpful. It's rare you encounter a book that's both interesting and practical. :-)
Wish me luck tomorrow. Even with all the excitment I feel, let's just say it...I'm terrified.
A Simple Post that Became a Rant...
Your obvious shock and dismay at the sheer angry ignorance of the health care teabaggers reiterates my largest problem with your rosy immigrant's view of America. You have often underestimated just how poisonously dangerous the American populist right is.
I don't blame you. You came to America after the rise of Reagan. Most of your life in America, you have lived under different Republican presidents who placated these folks with platitudes and campaign rhetoric. The one period when the populist right didn't feel they had a fellow traveler in charge was when Bill Clinton was elected (thanks to the reactionaries splitting their votes). You remember, no doubt, the level of crazy Clinton had to defuse and dodge, and this was a man who had the advantage of being a Southern bubba who has dealt which such people all his life.
For most of your time in America, this insanity has been muted by the success of conservative politics. Since you live in Washington, you probably saw daily the face of the successful conservative political establishment that milked the populist right, and by milking them kept their bitterness at a manageable level. That safety valve was stuffed up by George Bush's failed presidency.
So now, these people are facing their worst fears; actual change.
A political and demographic re-alignment is happening before their eyes, and they are reaching back into their old bag of tricks of intimidation, violence, and apocalyptic fearmongering. You are British, Andrew. You love this country, and we love you for it. But you didn't grow up around these folks, and you don't realize what a permanent and potent part of the American political landscape they are.
They have always been with us, the people who believed in manifest destiny, who delighted in the slaughter of this land's original inhabitants, who cheered a nation into a civil war to support an economic system of slavery that didn't even benefit them. They are the people who bashed the unions and cheered on the anti-sedition laws, who joined the Pinkertons and the No Nothing Party, who beat up Catholic immigrants and occasionally torched the black part of town. They rode through the Southern pine forests at night, they banned non-European immigration, they burned John Rockefeller Jr. in effigy for proposing the Grand Tetons National Park.
These are the folks who drove Teddy Roosevelt out of the Republican Party and called his cousin Franklin a communist, shut their town's borders to the Okies and played the protectionist card right up til Pearl Harbor, when they suddenly had a new foreign enemy to hate. They are with us, the John Birchers, the anti-flouride and black helicopter nuts, the squirrly commie-hating hysterics who always loved the loyalty oath, the forced confession, the auto-de-fe. Those who await with baited breath the race war, the nuclear holocaust, the cultural jihad, the second coming, they make up much more of America then you would care to think.
I'm always optimistic about America. We're a naturally rich and beautiful place. Every generation we renew ourselves with a watering of immigrants committed to the American dream, immigrants like you. But please, Andrew, do not for a second underestimate the price in blood and tears we've always paid here for progress.
I voted for Obama with my fingers crossed, because I knew that as the populist right lost power, they would become more extreme, more concentrated, and more violent. As to dismissing them as only a quarter or so of America, please remember that it only took a quarter or so of Americans to actively support the Confederacy.
I would say that Republicans and their ignorance frustrate and occasionally crack me up, but if I'm being honest, it's most voters. No matter which side you're on, I'm assuming you want the best for America. I think there's more common ground then first appears. Let's take Wal-Mart for example. We'll get to why they're an example shortly. Humor me, please. So you want America do well, right? Yes, I'm assuming. So you'd like to see Americans working, right? Yes, I'm assuming. So you'd like to stop seeing jobs shipped overseas time and time again? Yes, I'm assuming. And you like supporting that local businessman who puts his heart and soul (and all of his equity and credit worthy goodness) into his dream to have a business? Yep, I'm thinking you do. Let's continue. So, you're probably a proponent of making good wages for a good amount of work? Yes, I'm assuming. I'm almost done. So, I'm assuming you support the American dream, right? If you just work really hard, you should reap such rewards and be able to support yourself and your family. One would hope; wait, wait...you shop at Wal-Mart, don't you?
You wonder, why don't these match up? Start looking at your effing labels to begin with! After working at a major retailer's corporate office, I have a better perspective. Retailers these days are all about beating their competitors' prices. Sadly, workers in this country require a subpar wage, but it's still too expensive. Oh yes, and unfortunately, we've outlawed slavery in this country. So what do we do??? We go find slavery (if not in name, in practice) in other countries! Woohoo! How smart we all are (in the name of capitalism, the American way, and low prices of course)! We go to China, Thailand, Vietnam, Honduras, and countless other countries and find people that work for cents per hour or not even dollars per day then we work them 7 days on end. And best, we expect them to be grateful. The fact that we're even admitting they're worthy of interaction means they're special, doesn't it?
Even those Wal-Mart workers here in the US aren't paid or treated well. Do some research. Get off your ass and find out. It's disturbing. You'll find countless lawsuits, trends of bad pay and bad benefits, and even surveillance systems installed just to assure those crazy workers don't get too uppity and consider unionizing. Even though you're American with your free speech and fancy rights, what right do you have to worry about how in the hell you're supposed to provide for your family? It's beyond depressing. Delve further into it. I'm from a small community, and I vividly remember what happened when our regular Wal-Mart became a super center. They ran Kroger and other retailers out of business. I was too little to remember the damage done from the original Wal-Mart infiltration. And lest you question my use of the word infiltration, I've watched an interactive map of the Wal-Mart expansion. The only way to describe it is like watching a disease spread. It's disgusting.
Let me tell you from first hand experience, Wal-Mart gets pricing, priority, tax benefits, and more that NO other business gets. Because of this, they can easily move into an area, lower their prices, kick the asses out of other businesses, wait till they drive those businesses out, and then they raise their prices again...WHEN THEY HAVE NO OTHER REAL COMPETITION LEFT. Yes, this is Sam Walton's company, and I imagine he'd kick his kids' and predecessors's asses if he knew what Wal-Mart has become. You're not buying American when you buy Wal-Mart.
**As an aside, I don't even want to hear the bullshit argument about how it's too difficult to go out of your way to shop at local stores. If you can make the effort to go to your favorite bar or take your ridiculously over indulged child to gymnastics in a different suburb, don't even start with me. Again, you're a disgusting, lazy person who deserves the high taxes they'll continually get while they drive with one or two people in their seven person SVU. The pain has to go somewhere, right?
You're not supporting your local community. So for all you Republican, conservative, so-called pro-American assholes, way to go supporting Wal-Mart and almost all other major corporations. You aren't supporting business, you're supporting corporations who don't give a damn about you or your fat, nutritionally deficient, unhealthy, uninformed, getting diabetes in elementary school, don't understand 11th grade vocabulary asses. Good job. Congratulations, you're the most patriotic pieces of shit that ever existed.
Friday, August 7, 2009
My First Fondren After Five
One aspect that really disappointed me was how many businesses weren't open. You'd think that the influx of people would prompt them to stay open after regular business hours. There were several places I walked by and wished were open. Anyway, after Fondren Corner, we headed down to Sal & Mookie's. I'd been there for pizza when I visited Shane in July on my house hunting mission. I left with a really high opinion of the place after my first visit. The pizza was delicious and our waitress was completely friendly and accommodating. Perhaps it was the crowd or heat or whatever, but I didn't love the place last night. It was super crowded and warm. I think I can narrow my dislikes down to two things. 1) I can't stand children in a bar. I know it's a restaurant AND a bar, but the Pi(e) lounge in Sal & Mookie's is definitely a bar. Everyone was drinking; therefore, don't bring your effing children. Also, I'd like to point out that one classy mother packed her kid's bottle bag with the free beers they were giving out. 2) The bartenders weren't up to par. I'll give them that it was busy, but patrons should not stand at the bar drinkless for over ten minutes at a time. Anyone that follows me on Twitter will know that I was a pretty big asshole while we were there, not to anyone of course. I just had a really bad attitude.
The night improved dramatically when we changed locations and went to Que Sera Sera. I really like that place. The bartender was fabulous! And they had two for one on all of their drafts not just the shitty ones. We hung out there, had a few drinks, and a couple of appetizers. I will definitely return in the future. Next we headed to our old standby (well, as much of an old standby as one can have when you've lived in a city for a week and a half)...Martin's. Martin's is wonderful. It's dark, grimy, cheap, and a tad shady, which means I LOVE IT. They had karaoke last night. I don't personally do karaoke, but I enjoy watching. This is the second time I've seen it at Martin's. It's all really old people who have the best time. Anyone that knows me knows I adore the elderly. I can only hope that one day one of those older gentleman will ask me to dance. :-)
Friday, July 31, 2009
Will Return Soon
Have a good weekend, everyone!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Leaving Work
Forget Red vs. Blue
Reading this article also dredged up all the anger and frustration I've been feeling in regards to politics lately. I'm sick of politics as usual. I can't even visualize a time when it will change. Everything is about money and political posturing, and it makes me ill. Until Americans start getting off their (mostly) fat, lazy, apathetic asses, nothing will truly change in this country. There will never be a political savior on either side that can fix the mess we're in.
I'm warning you. It's long.
Forget Red vs. Blue -- It's the Educated vs. People Easily Fooled by Propaganda
By Chris Hedges
We live in two Americas. One America, now the minority, functions in a print-based, literate world. It can cope with complexity and has the intellectual tools to separate illusion from truth. The other America, which constitutes the majority, exists in a non-reality-based belief system. This America, dependent on skillfully manipulated images for information, has severed itself from the literate, print-based culture. It cannot differentiate between lies and truth. It is informed by simplistic, childish narratives and cliches. It is thrown into confusion by ambiguity, nuance and self-reflection. This divide, more than race, class or gender, more than rural or urban, believer or nonbeliever, red state or blue state, has split the country into radically distinct, unbridgeable and antagonistic entities.
There are over 42 million American adults, 20 percent of whom hold high school diplomas, who cannot read, as well as the 50 million who read at a fourth- or fifth-grade level. Nearly a third of the nation's population is illiterate or barely literate. And their numbers are growing by an estimated 2 million a year. But even those who are supposedly literate retreat in huge numbers into this image-based existence. A third of high school graduates, along with 42 percent of college graduates, never read a book after they finish school. Eighty percent of the families in the United States last year did not buy a book.
The illiterate rarely vote, and when they do vote they do so without the ability to make decisions based on textual information. American political campaigns, which have learned to speak in the comforting epistemology of images, eschew real ideas and policy for cheap slogans and reassuring personal narratives. Political propaganda now masquerades as ideology. Political campaigns have become an experience. They do not require cognitive or self-critical skills. They are designed to ignite pseudo-religious feelings of euphoria, empowerment and collective salvation. Campaigns that succeed are carefully constructed psychological instruments that manipulate fickle public moods, emotions and impulses, many of which are subliminal. They create a public ecstasy that annuls individuality and fosters a state of mindlessness. They thrust us into an eternal present. They cater to a nation that now lives in a state of permanent amnesia. It is style and story, not content or history or reality, which inform our politics and our lives. We prefer happy illusions. And it works because so much of the American electorate, including those who should know better, blindly cast ballots for slogans, smiles, the cheerful family tableaux, narratives and the perceived sincerity and the attractiveness of candidates. We confuse how we feel with knowledge.
The illiterate and semi-literate, once the campaigns are over, remain powerless. They still cannot protect their children from dysfunctional public schools. They still cannot understand predatory loan deals, the intricacies of mortgage papers, credit card agreements and equity lines of credit that drive them into foreclosures and bankruptcies. They still struggle with the most basic chores of daily life from reading instructions on medicine bottles to filling out bank forms, car loan documents and unemployment benefit and insurance papers. They watch helplessly and without comprehension as hundreds of thousands of jobs are shed. They are hostages to brands. Brands come with images and slogans. Images and slogans are all they understand. Many eat at fast food restaurants not only because it is cheap but because they can order from pictures rather than menus. And those who serve them, also semi-literate or illiterate, punch in orders on cash registers whose keys are marked with symbols and pictures. This is our brave new world.
Political leaders in our post-literate society no longer need to be competent, sincere or honest. They only need to appear to have these qualities. Most of all they need a story, a narrative. The reality of the narrative is irrelevant. It can be completely at odds with the facts. The consistency and emotional appeal of the story are paramount. The most essential skill in political theater and the consumer culture is artifice. Those who are best at artifice succeed. Those who have not mastered the art of artifice fail. In an age of images and entertainment, in an age of instant emotional gratification, we do not seek or want honesty. We ask to be indulged and entertained by clichs, stereotypes and mythic narratives that tell us we can be whomever we want to be, that we live in the greatest country on Earth, that we are endowed with superior moral and physical qualities and that our glorious future is preordained, either because of our attributes as Americans or because we are blessed by God or both.
The ability to magnify these simple and childish lies, to repeat them and have surrogates repeat them in endless loops of news cycles, gives these lies the aura of an uncontested truth. We are repeatedly fed words or phrases like yes we can, maverick, change, pro-life, hope or war on terror. It feels good not to think. All we have to do is visualize what we want, believe in ourselves and summon those hidden inner resources, whether divine or national, that make the world conform to our desires. Reality is never an impediment to our advancement.
The Princeton Review analyzed the transcripts of the Gore-Bush debates, the Clinton-Bush-Perot debates of 1992, the Kennedy-Nixon debates of 1960 and the Lincoln-Douglas debates of 1858. It reviewed these transcripts using a standard vocabulary test that indicates the minimum educational standard needed for a reader to grasp the text. During the 2000 debates George W. Bush spoke at a sixth-grade level (6.7) and Al Gore at a seventh-grade level (7.6). In the 1992 debates Bill Clinton spoke at a seventh-grade level (7.6), while George H.W. Bush spoke at a sixth-grade level (6.8), as did H. Ross Perot (6.3). In the debates between John F. Kennedy and Richard Nixon the candidates spoke in language used by 10th-graders. In the debates of Abraham Lincoln and Stephen A. Douglas the scores were respectively 11.2 and 12.0. In short, today's political rhetoric is designed to be comprehensible to a 10-year-old child or an adult with a sixth-grade reading level. It is fitted to this level of comprehension because most Americans speak, think and are entertained at this level. This is why serious film and theater and other serious artistic expression, as well as newspapers and books, are being pushed to the margins of American society. Voltaire was the most famous man of the 18th century. Today the most famous "person" is Mickey Mouse.
In our post-literate world, because ideas are inaccessible, there is a need for constant stimulus. News, political debate, theater, art and books are judged not on the power of their ideas but on their ability to entertain. Cultural products that force us to examine ourselves and our society are condemned as elitist and impenetrable. Hannah Arendt warned that the marketization of culture leads to its degradation, that this marketization creates a new celebrity class of intellectuals who, although well read and informed themselves, see their role in society as persuading the masses that "Hamlet" can be as entertaining as "The Lion King" and perhaps as educational. "Culture," she wrote, "is being destroyed in order to yield entertainment."
"There are many great authors of the past who have survived centuries of oblivion and neglect," Arendt wrote, "but it is still an open question whether they will be able to survive an entertaining version of what they have to say."
The change from a print-based to an image-based society has transformed our nation. Huge segments of our population, especially those who live in the embrace of the Christian right and the consumer culture, are completely unmoored from reality. They lack the capacity to search for truth and cope rationally with our mounting social and economic ills. They seek clarity, entertainment and order. They are willing to use force to impose this clarity on others, especially those who do not speak as they speak and think as they think. All the traditional tools of democracies, including dispassionate scientific and historical truth, facts, news and rational debate, are useless instruments in a world that lacks the capacity to use them.
As we descend into a devastating economic crisis, one that Barack Obama cannot halt, there will be tens of millions of Americans who will be ruthlessly thrust aside. As their houses are foreclosed, as their jobs are lost, as they are forced to declare bankruptcy and watch their communities collapse, they will retreat even further into irrational fantasy. They will be led toward glittering and self-destructive illusions by our modern Pied Pipers--our corporate advertisers, our charlatan preachers, our television news celebrities, our self-help gurus, our entertainment industry and our political demagogues -- who will offer increasingly absurd forms of escapism.
The core values of our open society, the ability to think for oneself, to draw independent conclusions, to express dissent when judgment and common sense indicate something is wrong, to be self-critical, to challenge authority, to understand historical facts, to separate truth from lies, to advocate for change and to acknowledge that there are other views, different ways of being, that are morally and socially acceptable, are dying. Obama used hundreds of millions of dollars in campaign funds to appeal to and manipulate this illiteracy and irrationalism to his advantage, but these forces will prove to be his most deadly nemesis once they collide with the awful reality that awaits us.
