Give me liberty….

3 11 2008

This election is the most important of our generation; the United States is in a very poor global position right now: our foreign policy is a complete failure, our economy is falling to pieces, and our civil liberties are on the chopping block. I may post a lot of left-wing information or what many of you view as ridiculous conspiracy theories, but make no mistake, our entire way of life, our standard of living is at stake here. This makes it that much more important that you go out and exercise your right to vote tomorrow.

It is the biggest indicator of a free society and of free will. Without our right to vote, we would be nothing more than peasants in a feudalistic society. Do not let that happen. Regardless of who you vote for tomorrow, it is imperative that we as Americans be critical of any and all choices our federal government makes; if the last eight years of the Bush administration has taught us anything it is that when we turn on our attention away from Government and politics, its unchecked power will only damage our livelihood and our freedoms. Your duty as a citizen does not end after you cast your vote, you must continue to educate yourself and pay attention to what goes on in Washington (and again this is something that we have ALL failed to do in the last eight years). Corporations have hijacked our government and our two-party system, and it will only be a united effort of responsible, intelligent individuals that can bring a return to a responsible government of the people, by the people, and for the people.

Remember, freedom is a RIGHT, not a privilege.





Elevation

25 10 2008

The view from up here is nothing short of breathtaking. Sunlight reverberates through my being; every carbon molecule of my existence is immersed in a marvelous euphoria. Its warmth penetrates deep to my soul, producing within me a happiness which I had previously never felt. Your troubles don’t find you on top of mountain. Perhaps it’s the thinner air, or the exertion that gets you there. Either way, the absence of their burden is unmistakable, and I make sure to enjoy this unfamiliar state.

My seat is atop a large boulder, overlooking the Hudson. Far below, even the large tourist boats maneuvering in the water seem small and surreal, like a child’s plaything chugging merrily along. A train, fifty or so cars long, finds it way along the Hudson’s coast; its motions likening it more to a metallic snake rather then industrial transport. At this height, even the most inorganic of objects appear to adopt some organic qualities.

Turning my attention to the sky, I marvel at its perfected hue of blue. The clouds appear as if Van Gogh himself reached above and crafted his white brush in the most erratic, beautiful fashion. I feel as if I could elevate myself to these heavens at any moment, as long as my will was strong enough. Though for now I am complacent in my position on earth. Suddenly, I realize it has been many years since I have been complacent in my position. This realization propels my complacency to pure joy. I smile even wider, laugh, and tilt my head to the sky. The beautiful symphony of life plays its overture in everything surrounding me. I leave the past behind, cast the future away; what will be will be. I live in the here and now, the moment at hand. In this moment I am happy.





Carpe Diem.

22 10 2008

Note: This is pretty heavy stuff, I don’t like talking specifically about myself, and it’s fucking embarrassing for the most part. However, I feel it will help people figure out their life direction or in the very least understand me a tiny bit better. As time goes on I will continue to perfect this essay into something more directed and coherent.
I’ve written many times about my apprehensions about getting older. This is something that anyone can relate to; my parents frequently remind me that the idea of adulthood when they were younger scared the shit out of them too, but one day they woke up and realized it was already happening, whether they liked it or not. I often wonder about my parents’ dreams and aspirations before they had me. I know my dad didn’t want to be a purchasing agent for an electric company since he was a kid and I know my mom probably wished for more than being a pharmacy technician when she sat daydreaming in her youth. That isn’t to say they aren’t happy with their lives, it’s that their happiness stems from me and my sister. Still, a part of me wonders if somewhere along the way in this crazy world they may have lost a part of themselves. The following is a brief synopsis of me coming of age, and afterward, what I have learned:

Since my freshmen year of college I have been what has become to be known as “soul-searching”, basically trying to figure out my existence, my place in this world, and what I must do. For a long time this was virtually impossible for my pessimism and bleak outlook penetrated every facet of my life, making most days a challenge to get out of bed in the morning and face the depressing world I had painted for myself. Needless to say, I drank rather heavily my freshmen year, four nights a week was the norm. I had been drinking since I was 15, heavily since 16. I didn’t drink alone; I often went to parties or had friends in my dorm room, though I was usually the one drinking the most. I would get retarded and act like a total jackass, much to the amusement of those around me (and I won’t lie, I thought punching road signs and running into traffic was fucking funny too at the time). Puking up pepperoni pizza and Keystone Light over my building’s balcony was a regular Friday night for me. Though most people just thought I loved to drink, I knew there was something deeper to it.

I’ve never been much of a ladies man (I’ve had three relationships in my life, the longest being five months); my struggle with my weight scarred my high school career and led me to be proficient in self-loathing. I hated how clothes looked on me, I hated the pimples on my face, I hated my teeth for not being white enough, and I hated my pathetic attempts at growing a beard. I was 225 pounds then, a result of a lack of exercise and a excess of emotional eating, so I decided that if I lost weight for college and drank at parties with girls I would have no problem getting laid.

Flash back to that freshmen year, sixty pounds lighter and not any luckier, my self-loathing got worse. Soon I befriended one of the biggest stoners I have ever met in my life, and marijuana began to replace alcohol. I argued to myself that since marijuana was technically a lot safer than alcohol that I could smoke more often than I drank with less adverse health effects (I had after all, gained some water weight from the Keystone Light, and never got used to the hangovers). Marijuana was more of an escape than alcohol, getting high and listening to Pink Floyd seemed to make all of my problems disappear. By the end of my freshmen year, I was a daily stoner. Whenever I felt alone when my friends were meeting girls and getting into relationships, marijuana made me feel better, if only for a little while.

Early the following summer, I began seeing a girl I used to go to high school with. I had just got an apartment with my friend Aaron, and attributed my newfound success to my new bachelor pad. Everything in my life seemed to fall into place, even sex, leaving me ecstatic. Despite this happiness though, I couldn’t stop smoking weed. My girlfriend did not like weed, and this caused a lot of tension, which in turn made me smoke even more. I guess in a way I smoked out of spite, since she found no problem in smoking cigarettes and drinking but took issue with marijuana. Even though I told her otherwise, I didn’t want to stop smoking, I just wanted her to eventually accept it. She didn’t. And after the third or fourth time she stormed out of my apartment after an argument in front of my friends I figured she wasn’t coming back. In a way I don’t blame her, I was far from a good boyfriend. Quite frankly my inexperience made me incredibly nervous and anxious around her, I just didn’t know how to be a boyfriend, and the weed was certainly not helping. I was smoking an ounce of weed, easily spending over one hundred dollars a week on it. I was tired all the time, coughing constantly from all the blunts I smoked, and mildly retarded from all of the THC in my brain.

I figured that all I had to do was look good to get girls to like me, I completely underestimated how much all of that weed was effecting my personality. Walking around campus my sophomore year all burnt out seemed about as counterproductive to meeting girls as being 225 pounds was in high school. When you’re burnt out, you’re just tired and droopy-eyed; you talk like a zombie and forget what you’re doing every forty-five seconds. Still, my smoking habits eased enough to allow me to actually think about what I was doing with my life. My sophomore year passed quickly though, and I was still a daily stoner but was starting to change in my outlook; I began to love being creative all over again: writing, making music, drawing, it allowed me to express a lot of things on my mind I often felt I couldn’t.

The summer after my sophomore year was when I started to have a breakthrough in my thinking. The early part of the summer was depressing because I worked nights and weekends and barely ever got to see my friends, but there were some days where I didn’t smoke, and the days off felt nice and made it more special when I did smoke, rather than just being a normality. There is one event that I can pinpoint as being a milestone in my life and in my outlook. In early August me and a bunch of my friends went to the Gathering of The Vibes music festival in Bridgeport, CT in Seaside Park. Phil Lesh and Friends were headlining, and other notables were Zappa Plays Zappa, Mike Gordon, the Black Crowes, Derek Trucks and the Dark Star Orchestra.

The Gathering of the Vibes was unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. I have never seen 25,000 people assemble so peacefully for three days. It made me think of Woodstock in 1969 and the hundreds of thousands of people who got along there for three days of peace and music. I never thought anything similar could happen in the 21st century, but then again I never thought about LSD. LSD was easier to get than bottled water at the Vibes (literally, I once was asked six times on the way to get a bottled water). Experiencing something as incredible as LSD at such an incredible place as the Gathering of The Vibes changed my life. That isn’t to say that you need LSD to be enlightened, it’s just in my personal experience what shook me out of a long depression. I rediscovered the beauty in life; the sky was a beautiful canvas of color, the sun was a warm embrace, everything was perfect. Everyone was just there to have a good time, everyone was just peaceful, mellow, and incredibly kind to anyone they met, even complete strangers. I never walked around with a smile on my face for so long in my entire life, my brain was in overdrive, analyzing everything around me. Having my friends there with me heightened the experience, and I will never forget peaking on acid and watching Zappa Plays Zappa with my friends, tears of laughter streaming down our faces as the music reverberated off of every awakened synapse in our brains. I felt love, it was palpable, it was like I could reach out and grab it. I didn’t shower for those three days, and it didn’t matter, I didn’t check the pimples on my face, I didn’t check my weight. I just lived and experienced love, a heaven on earth.

And thus we come to my revelations: my whole life I had been holding myself up to society’s ridiculous standards, which no one ever fully realizes. I realized that my previous thinking just made me feel inadequate and just never good enough for anything or anyone. I thought that a full-time job and a girlfriend was what I needed to be happy, to be validated as a human being. I tried to escape with marijuana and alcohol, only to fall further from where I wanted to be. If you don’t love yourself, you can’t expect anyone else to. And as for jobs, there’s a reason why everyone hates theirs, it’s just not natural. You should just do what you love no matter what, because if you aren’t happy then you’ll never appreciate anything in your life half as much as you should. Sometimes when you figure out what it takes to make you happy you decide it’s not feasible or not practical. Realize that thinking comes from within you only; you can do whatever you want in life, you are blessed with free will. Quit your job and paint if you want to, you won’t have as much money, but you might be much happier. Be prepared to redefine what is “happiness” for you. Is it that new big car, that fancy McMansion you can’t afford, the 3 million inch plasma screen television in your living room, or that plastic wife with fake tits? Happiness is not a tangible person, place, or thing.

We place too much value on our material possessions, so much that we undermine the simple pleasures in life. And love can be the simplest pleasure of them all. I’m not talking solely about boyfriend/girlfriend love; you can love your family, love your life, love the sun coming up in the morning, love that a meteor didn’t fall from space and kill you while you read this. It is a difficult journey to elevate yourself from the shallow materialistic world of hatred and greed, and believe me, it is a journey that doesn’t end. Finding your own spirituality is one of the most important things you can ever do in your life. The thing is, no one can tell you specifically how to get it or what it is. Just love in the deepest sense, and the rest will follow. Love everything and everyone, it is the only way. Instead of watching some retarded reality show re-run today, turn off the TV and go for a walk, take in everything you take for granted. Life is beautiful. Everyday you get up is a new chance, an opportunity. Carpe Diem.





Next Phase, Please.

14 07 2008

(Captain Obvious) :The following is pretty much a long, unorganized rant.

So this summer has been not a time of rest and relaxation, but rather confusion and aggravation; I set out in May to reinvent myself and propel into the next phase of my life but now, in July, I find myself stuck in the same weightless limbo that I’ve been floating around in for the past year or two. Little progress has been made, and I fear my life is slipping through the cracks.

World issues exacerbate my stress levels as I struggle to comprehend and asses the seemingly limitless amount of problems caused by my horrifically incompetent federal government. Between mine and the world’s problems, I find myself in a daily pitched battle to maintain my sanity.

Normally I would turn to my friends, though lately, I’ve been questioning what exactly constitutes a friend, and how do I distinguish a friend from those posing as a friend simply for the benefits of hanging out with such an unconditionally nice person (in a kick-ass apartment) such as myself. Well, I was unconditionally nice until I found out that’s a nicer way of saying “doormat”.

Speaking of friends, I’ve been trying to get this band together too but that’s also proving itself to be a monstrous headache. I’m not sure if anyone is mature enough yet to handle what it really means to be in a band. It means practicing for more than forty-five minutes when we get together, only to lose interest when some boob turns on the Xbox. It also means learning how to deal with constructive criticism without looking at me like we’re in preschool and I just smashed your Hot Wheels. I wonder if everyone would have a mental breakdown if we did actually put a CD together in the next twenty years and some reviewer trashed us. The other band members also seem to have a big problem with motivation, and it’s casting serious doubt on the entire project, to the point where I’ve considered scrapping it and doing something on my own.

My own insecurities deal heavily in these matters; the voice of self-doubt constantly chatters from the back of my head. I guess in a way the awkward obese thirteen year old I once was still lurks in my subconscious.

My mother has always called me an “old-soul”, and rightfully so, seeing as she and my Father raised me to be mature beyond my years; they have always talked to me like an adult, while still flexing their parental skills whenever I was feeling squirrely. When other children were eating glue and paper in Kindergarden, I wouldn’t even eat food that I thought had germs on it; When other kids were listening to N’Sync and the Backstreet Boys, I listened to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons as I drifted off to sleep. I grew up listening to The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Grateful Dead, Frank Zappa, and Jimi Hendrix (way better than less fortunate kids my age who had to listen to Journey and The Police, suckers).

Needless to say, I’m different. But if we are all beer-drinking schlubs getting wasted, itching our balls, watching baseball and getting into barfights the world wouldn’t be all that interesting now would it?

As you can tell,  my life is a little all over the place, seeing as I’m kind of soul-searching on top of my everyday headaches. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to sort this out, but I know I’ll stay true to myself and what I believe, the rest will fall in place. . . I hope.





Travel Essay

17 04 2008

The travel essay I discovered centers around the author, Phillip Miller, and his great misadventure in an Austrian church. Miller travels to Hallstatt, Austria, with his wife for a vacation together. One early Sunday morning, Miller decides he wants to attend mass in the picturesque town, though his wife prefers to stay in bed and warns Miller that he can’t speak the local dialect. Undeterred, Miller decides to brave it alone. What follows is a series of horribly awkward moments (bumping into the pastor outside, sitting on the wrong side of the church, singing out of turn) that made me feel embarrassed for him.

I liked this essay in particular due to the awkward humor, you can’t help but feel bad for the guy, but at the same time, it’s a humorous story, as it could happen to anyone. It sort of reminded me of the awkward humor ever-present in one of my favorite shows, The Office. While the essay doesn’t focus on actual locales or the whole vacation, I still found it very entertaining.

Link: Culture Crash: One Traveler’s Embarrassing Tale





Persuasive Essay – “The War on Error”

14 04 2008

One of our founding fathers, Benjamin Franklin, once said: “Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety” (futureofthebook.com). And who can argue that there isn’t something liberating about a little privacy? We as Americans place a significant value on our privacy; we close the door when we change clothes or use the bathroom, we hang up the extra phone to make sure no one is listening, we close our curtains at night, and we lock our doors to keep out intruders. Having a government which breaks these barriers and disregards our privacy would seem contradictory to the founding principles of our nation: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It seems strange then, that our own elected leader would order a government agency to carry out surveillance on the very citizens it claims to protect. But that’s exactly what’s going on now through the federal government’s domestic surveillance program.

If you have a GPS-enabled cell phone, just go ahead and put your mouth up to the microphone and say, “Hello Big Brother!” because the FBI has the technology to eavesdrop on you through your cell phone microphone. Don’t turn it off, they can still hear you, you have to take the battery out (news.zdnet.com) Yes, I’m serious.

Now that there are no extra ears listening, I’ll continue: riding high on a wave of terrorism-hysteria and hyper-nationalism following the September 11th attacks, the Bush Administration successfully distracted American citizens with fear and hate-mongering while they went to work defecating on our constitutional rights. Wiretaps and computer-taps have been reported, but the true extent and details of the Federal Domestic Surveillance are nearly impossible to come by, as most information is classified and held tightly between the NSA, CIA, and FBI. Despite this, the fact still remains: the Federal Government now possesses the technology and has maneuvered the legal minefield to effectively be able to spy on U.S citizens; just because now they operate this surveillance program under the excuse that we need to protect ourselves against terrorists does not mean that one day they will be peeking in on our own conversations or internet browsing just to make sure that we’re strictly obeying the law. The liberty for which our forefathers fought for is now on the line because of this program, now it is up to us to ensure that domestic surveillance ends here, now, and forever.

The September 11th attacks changed they way we as Americans view global politics forever; once we felt isolated and protected by the Atlantic and Pacific from the troubles of Europe and Asia, but one morning in September of 2001, we learned the err of our logic. Rather than deeply analyzing why such a horrific attack would be perpetrated on American citizens (an imperialistic, repressive Middle-Eastern foreign policy anyone?), we got sucked in by the inherently racist terrorism hysteria; every Middle-Easterner running a convenience store was suspicious, and traditional Muslim robes and headdresses became tell-tale signs of a suicide bomber. Our own federal government used the 9/11 attacks to instill fear in all of us simply so we would sit back and let them “protect” us.

A national color-coded terrorism threat level was introduced, unveiling new levels of incompetence. The system has different colors which somehow regulate our guard level, even though the goal of an actual terrorist attack is to keep it a secret so the target doesn’t see it coming. Of course, every time we got near the higher levels, it only got people up in a panic and duct-taping every crevice of their raised ranch in the suburbs so they could protect themselves from “a biological terrorist attack”. Yeah, everyone knows if you just put duct-tape over your windows you’re pretty much immune to anthrax. Not. But thanks to www.ready.gov, a Department of Homeland Security website, you too can enjoy its ridiculous advice in its online brochure! The website is dedicated to being prepared in case of emergencies (flash floods, forest fires, etc.) especially catered for families. However, the Department of Homeland Security views tornados and hurricanes as posing relatively the same risk as Terrorism, as it dedicates a hefty portion of its brochure to scaring people so bad about terrorism that one would think Bin Laden just called a jihad on them personally, such as this unbelievable excerpt:

“Given the different types of attacks that could occur, there is not one solution for masking. For instance, simple cloth face masks can filter some of the airborne “junk” or germs you might breathe into your body, but will probably not protect you from chemical gases. Still, something over your nose and mouth in an emergency is better than nothing.

Have heavyweight garbage bags or plastic sheeting, duct tape and scissors in your kit. You can use these things to tape up windows, doors and air vents if you need to seal off a room from outside contamination. Consider precutting and labeling these materials. Anything you can do in advance will save time when it counts” (ready.gov).

Yes, our very own government is seriously suggesting pathetic attempts at defending yourself (and there’s even a special website for kids!), blissfully ignorant to the fact that if your neighborhood was attacked, especially chemically, you’d probably be evacuated. Of course, you could always stick it out and spend an unnecessary twenty dollars on duct-tape and garbage bags to force the chemical agent through the porous walls of your home so you could convulse and die an hour or two later than you would’ve had you not made such a smart twenty-dollar investment.

It is evident that American society in particular has a potent fear of death, especially when death means flying into a skyscraper. The fact of the matter is, you have a better chance of winning the lottery while simultaneously being hit by lightning then you do of dying in a terrorist attack. It’s funny that we fear such a dramatic death as a terrorist attack but think nothing of using highways everyday. The number of Americans killed in traffic accidents on U.S soil each year, 42,642 in 2006 (nhtsa.gov), is a nationwide epidemic compared to the number of Americans killed in terrorist attacks on U.S soil that same year: zero.

But perhaps the worst outcome of the post-9/11 United States is the development of a Domestic Surveillance program, which encompasses wiretaps, internet-monitoring, and the coordination of security cameras. In 2002, President Bush signed a secret order authorizing the NSA to conduct wiretapping on U.S citizens and foreign nationals, bypassing laws set forth by a 1978 federal law regulating surveillance tactics (washingtonpost.com).

Guy Lawson’s article, The Fear Factor, in Rolling Stone reported that since their creation after the September 11th attacks, JTTF’s (or Joint Terrorism Task Force) are in every major city in the United States, and they are only growing. These JTTF’s combine state of the art-technology, undercover agents, and a specialized police force to root out the horrible terrorists, whom, shall we remember, killed zero people in the U.S last year and nearly every year in U.S history except for 2001 (in which roughly 2,750 perished). Under the Bush Administration, these JTTF’s accused 619 people of alleged “terrorist activity” a term which has no technical legal definition. Of those 619 arrested, only ten percent were actually convicted of “terrorism-related” charges, none of which were ever publicly specified (Lawson 62-3).

Opponents say: “Freedom isn’t free!”, that we have to make the world safe for democracy. They say we have to be preemptive and stop terrorism before it starts. They say that the War on Terror protects our liberties (though strangely along the way some have been compromised). So naturally the best way to go about making the world peaceful for representative governments would be for the U.S to actually restrict the Constitutional rights of law-abiding citizens and start an entire military campaign in the Middle-East. Most people call this a “contradiction”. The uneducated refer to it as “necessary”. Yes, this logic can be pretty hard to understand. Mind the huge gap.

These poor misguided individuals failed to realize that the true cost of freedom is enduring attacks such as the one on September 11th. We cannot let one attack (which was the result of our repressive Middle-Eastern policy in the first place) force us to give up our individual liberties to some thoughtless federal government which promises protection in the same vague and twisted sense that the Mafia does. They also fail to realize that every time a bomb gets dropped and kills Iraqi civilians, every time they imprison suspects for months without trial, and deprive them of their rights, they are only fostering a new generation of terrorists.

How would you feel if a foreign nation occupied your country, imposed martial law, and dropped a bomb on your family’s house trying to kill some terrorist who wasn’t even there? You’d probably be angry. Angry enough to kill someone. Doesn’t seem so “radical” now, does it?

Clearly, the Domestic Surveillance program is unnecessary, and provides our government with incredibly powerful technology which, if it fell into the wrong hands (some believe this has already happened) our rights as American citizens could be in serious jeopardy. Terrorism poses a comparatively minor threat to our personal safety as Americans and is only fueled by our Imperialistic attitudes toward Middle-Eastern nations. As it stands now, if our government felt it necessary, they could impose a totalitarian government upon us and enforce it through their network of surveillance and a directed campaign of police and military force. The federal government must regain respect for the Constitution, as well as the liberty and privacy of its own loyal citizens, though we as citizens also have an obligation to stand in the face of authority and assert ourselves as free individuals.





Revised Book Review: 1984

2 04 2008

George Orwell’s prophetic novel, 1984, predicts a dystopian future ruled by an ominpresent totalitarian government headed by one known (and loved) only as big brother. Through the story of an average citizen in London under this regime, Winston, Orwell chronicles the roots and history of this now dominant government force. He demonstrates that regimes such as “The Party” and their leader Big Brother develop slowly over time, and, in Big Brother’s case, harbor the power of fear to submit the masses in the name of security. Using feverish nationalism and a remarkable propaganda campaign, one spanning literally every facet of the mass media (including the ever-presence of the newly developed ‘tele-screens’ which constantly streamed pro-regime news while also acting as a surveillance camera to watch everyone, all the time) as well as a citizen removal and “re-education” program, Big Brother is able to maintain a rigid and stable hold upon the citizens under his control. Winston, who works in the state-run Ministry of Truth, destroying old documents which contradict government reports, begins to question the morality and necessity of “The Party” and Big Brother, and secretly decides to get some answers from something he believed everyone took for granted and refused to question.

Orwell wrote 1984 in 1949 in an attempt to predict the future, as he saw it, thirty-five years down the road. Unfortunately for Orwell, (though fortunately for all of us) he was too early in his predictions; the growing Domestic Surveillance program in the United States seems to echo back to Big Brother (phone taps, computer taps, traffic cameras, gps phones). The development of that program, as well as the creation of the Department of Homeland Security only strengthen the novel as one reads it, allowing a fresh perspective on the events at hand.

1984 is an excellent novel; written nearly sixty years ago, it is amazing how relevant the story seems to be even if its created in a fictional version of reality, Orwell lends his knowledge of politics, history, and human nature to paint an intelligently constructed and easily feasible future. Never does the reader feel that the story is ridiculous or absurd because Orwell has an inexplicable ‘realness’ in his style and is consistently thorough throughout the novel, as made evident in this excerpt:

“Outside, even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black-mustachio’d face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER Is WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston’s own. Down at street level another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind’ alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a blue-bottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the Police Patrol, snooping into people’s windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered.”

Orwell paints for the reader a vivid picture of the bleakness of this vision of the future, but refrains from incorporating ray guns or rocket ships or anything that relates to the “Space Age” vision of the future. Orwell also unfolds the story in small increments, keeping the reader enthralled in Winston’s quest for answers in a world that seemed to have none. It is for these reasons that so many regard 1984 as one of the greatest novels of all time, with which I can only agree.

1984 was simply a novel written ahead of its time; many similarities are present in Orwell’s masterpiece are easily seen in present-day life, providing the reader with some sort of frame of reference through which one could imagine themselves living under the repressive Big Brother regime. It’s a must-read that will likely change the reader’s perspective of the role of government indefinitely.

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Listening to: The Beatles – Across The Universe
via FoxyTunes





Powerful Verbs in “Letter from Birmingham Jail”/Persuasive Paragraph

26 03 2008

First, I was asked to find two powerful verbs for each category in Martin Luther King’s Letter from Birmingham Jail:

Claim
- “. . .so am I compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond my hometown” (83).

- “The yearning for freedom eventually manifests itself, and that is what happened to the American Negro”(92).

Agreement

- “. . . some of our white brothers in the South have grasped the meaning of this social revolution and committed themselves to it”(94)

- “. . .we felt that our direct-action program could be delayed no longer” (84).

Disagreement

- “But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or perhaps even more so, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends” (98)

- “You deplore the demonstrations taking place in Birmingham” (83).

Recommendation

- “I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws” (87).

- “Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity” (91).

Persuasive Paragraph:

The Constitution is in flames; The Bush Administration has effectively laid the groundwork for a repressive totalitarian government, complete with phone and computer taps, state of the art satellite imagery so accurate they can read the text of a novel you read outside. The Anti-War hysteria has fostered a social climate of fear and ignorance (color-coded terror threat levels?) that has numbed the masses into permitting the continued development of such heinous technology and backwards domestic policy believing that its necessary for security.

“Freedom isn’t free!” they say, we have to make the world safe for democracy. We have to be preemptive and stop terrorism before it starts. So naturally the best way to go about that would be to start a messy, unnecessary war with Iraq, be responsible for over 80,000 Iraq civilian deaths and 4,000 American, and after five years never find the “WMD’s” we fought to find in the first place.

These poor misguided individuals failed to realize that the true cost of freedom is enduring attacks such as the one on September 11th. We cannot let one attack (which was the result of our repressive Middle-Eastern policy in the first place) force us to give up our individual liberties to some thoughtless federal government which still consciously supports torture techniques and putting business interests before that of the people. We are not the world police; if we want world peace we have to start practicing it. We must respect the sovereignty of other nations and proceed as peacefully and progressively as we possibly can if we want to avoid either a nuclear holocaust, social collapse, or devastating economic downturn.





Book Review: 1984

19 03 2008

George Orwell’s prophetic novel, 1984, predicts a dystopian future ruled by an ominpresent totalitarian government headed by one known (and loved) only as big brother. Through the story of an average citizen in London under this regime, Winston, Orwell chronicles the roots and history of this now dominant government force. He demonstrates that regimes such as Big Brother develop slowly over time, and, in Big Brother’s case, harbor the power of fear to submit the masses in the name of security. Using feverish nationalism and a remarkable propaganda campaign, one spanning literally every facet of the mass media (including the ever-presence of the newly developed ‘tele-screens’ which constantly streamed pro-regime news while also acting as a surveilannce camera to watch everyone, all the time) as well as a citizen removal and “re-education” program, Big Brother is able to maintain a rigid and stable hold upon the citizens under his control.

Orwell wrote 1984 in 1949 in an attempt to predict the future, as he saw it, thirty-five years down the road. Unfortunately for Orwell, (though fortunately for all of us) he was too early in his predictions; the growing Domestic Surveillance program in the United States seems to echo back to Big Brother (phone taps, computer taps, traffic cameras, gps phones). The development of that program, as well as the creation of the Department of Homeland Security only strengthen the novel as one reads it, allowing a fresh perspective on the events at hand.

1984 is an excellent novel; written nearly sixty years ago, it is amazing how relevant the story seems to be even if its created in a fictional version of reality, Orwell lends his knowledge of politics, history, and human nature to paint an intelligently constructed and easily feasible future. Never does the reader feel that the story is ridiculous or absurd because Orwell has an inexplicable ‘realness’ in his style and is consistently thorough throughout the novel. It is for that reason that so many regard 1984 as one of the greatest novels of all time, with which I can only agree.

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Listening to: Rage Against The Machine – No Shelter
via FoxyTunes





“Actions Speak Louder Than Words” Post

27 02 2008

For this assignment, I chose to flesh out my character Officer Avery.I’ll throw in the original introduction of Officer Avery from the essay and start from there:

One officer took the lead on lecturing us about drinking underage and how we’re all going to get charged with trespassing and telling us we have to call our parents to pick us up. He wore stupid-looking glasses and spit when he spoke; he definitely seemed to be enjoying his position too much. For this story’s purposes, we’ll call him Officer Avery…

… He was one of those problem officers; the amount of grievances against him, stacked upon one another, probably stood just as tall as the five-foot something tyrant. Through the bureaucracy of the local police force, he had somehow managed to maintain his job, bouncing back and forth between being on the street and being suspended to a desk job. When he would get upset or worked up (which was often) he would almost start shrieking some words hysterically, “You guy-yyy-sss know. . .(pauses to clear his throat) that you’re no-ought-t supposed to be in here!”. Whenever this would happen, he would only get angrier, leading his face to flush like a red ballon; I thought he was having a heart attack, but one of my friends reminded me he was probably the prime target for dodge-ball when he was a kid, and that’s only the latent anger of years of being picked on. It made sense; he was not athletic looking, his coned-shaped man-boobs tilted his badge upward, his neck would waddle when he talked. It’s rare that a police officer fits the negative stereotype of police so well; he even polished his gear and his shoes too often and to a ridiculous degree. I could only imagine him in front of the mirror every morning, rehearsing his lines and poses, “You stupid kids can’t skate there! Go home NOW!”, “I clocked you doing 32 in a 30″, “How am I supposed to know? She must’ve fell down the stairs or something.”