The Media Virus

Is Social Media Ruining Students?... I guess that depends

So, what do you think? Is it good or evil? Or is the trick in controlling the amount of Facebook narcissism we embrace? All in all, I think that it can be taught the same as alcohol education. Things can always be used for good and for bad. Monitor yourself, perform a digital detox if needed. Inform, educate, and participate without becoming obsessed (easier said than done). So go forth and ponder… is social media ruining my life or enhancing it?

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When humans traded log cabins for laptops and huts for strata housing, they may have lost more than they gained. – Adbusters Culturejammer

Music is my mouthpiece…

I’m tired of trying
Your teasing ain’t enough
Fed up of biding your time
When I don’t get nothing back
And for what

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling…
We could have had it all… (you’re gonna wish you, never had met me)…
You had my heart inside… of your hand
And you played it… To the beat

Go ahead baby,
run away again.
Growing tired of chasing you.
I know you only have time to love me.
You’ve got nothing better to do.

Who’s bold enough to believe?
Either love or war,
Both just leave you busted,
and broken down.
Wanting more.

If anyone asks I’m broke down
Or maybe I’m just out of town
You can say I’m anywhere but where I am

Sometimes I don’t know where
this dirty road is taking me
sometimes I can’t even see the reason why
I guess I keep a-gamblin’
lots of booze and lots of ramblin’
it’s easier than just waitin’ around to die

You write such pretty words
But life’s no story book
Love’s an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
“Do you like to hurt?”
“I do! I do!”
“Then hurt me.”

You see, you’re just like everyone
When the shit falls all you want to do is run, away
And hide all by yourself
When you’re far from me, there’s nothing else

I can’t be sure that this state of mind
Is not of my own design
I wish there was an over the counter test
For loneliness, for loneliness like this…

Oh well, whatcha waiting for?
It’s alright
Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown

I’m young, and I am free

But I get tired, and I get weak
I get lost, and I can’t sleep

I’m not afraid of anything
I just need to know that i can breathe

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Reality has screwed with my ability to dream. How about those words, Martin Luther?

“I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn’t shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”

“The Bell Jar,” Sylvia Plath

All but the kitchen Sink

Life – as much as we may try to, we cannot truly control it. There are unexpected surprises and bumps in the road yet somehow we all manage to move along the path fairly well.

Love is a bitter food, You’ve learned to eat – You still don’t know, Where it grows. And our love of freedom holds a veil over our eyes,  rights that are given – Can be taken away.

It seems to have become particularly hard to live lately. I find myself introspective and quiet. I cannot lie, I embrace the quiet… but silence does not always my mind is peaceful. I question life decisions, friendships, acquaintances, and my own open mind. I ponder human nature and the general violence it can exude. There seem to be an abundance of storms in my life at the moment. Whether personal or public, I feel like I’m experiencing a major disaster within my soul. I can’t stop hearing the words of Mumford and Sons in my head… so let me share. Let’s just hope that they’re right…

And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

Well, at least I hope they’re right because as for me and this moment… we’re sinking quickly.

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The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one. – Mark Twain

Epeolatry or mere Intrigue?

I have been doing a lot of observation and analysis on the words that shape our every day interactions. Words – They are so simple and increasingly abundant. They so greatly impact our world that we produce dictionaries, thesauri, word banks, spell check… the list is extensive. They are at the foundation of verbal communication. There are words that exist to be used with high frequency (e.g. that, I, on, here) and sometimes are haphazardly thrown about as if they have no meaning at all; mere spacers in the content of a story. Other words exist with such precise meaning they are ignored and rarely used (e.g. epeolatry, pinguescence, nychthemeron, floccinaucinihilipilification, and selcouth).

Having noted and given respect to the vast complexities that exist within the English language I explored a quasi-anthropological study. Despite the lexical system established, how do we behave and communicate with one other within this arrangement? Ever present, nonverbal communication is a large part of face-to-face interpersonal communication. I also note that the more intimate the relationship, whether friend or personal, the more unique the nonverbal communication. Verbally, however, we appear to be pulled to cycle through words. This occurs to the extent that human communication now presents as if to ignore grammatical rule and tense agreement is discarded.

Perhaps it is my sensitivity to language, but when I hear “he come up here” or “I done gone to kroger” I cringe. Is our society so lazy that even our language has become necrotic? This whole intrigue began when I nonchalantly mentioned to a friend that I had lost recall of so many words within the Spanish language. I was noting that my vocabulary recall for simple words had depleted  due to not being used. Perhaps this is the same phenomena that native English speakers are experiencing without even taking note. Even within my own speech I notice word use patterns. Often I search for the proper word to fit contextually to a sentence and find myself with some form of nominal aphasia. Perhaps I need to reacquaint myself with those words less often utilized which are more accurate for description.

The world is changing. We are becoming complacent and lazy in my opinion and I am not immune. Is there a cure?

Some things are true whether we want them to be or not. Thoughts become words. Words become actions. Actions become habits. Habits become character and character… well it could be downhill.

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Education seems to be in America the only commodity of which the customer tries to get as little he can for his money. Max Leon Forman

Raining men? I’ll get the umbrellas!

Last night I had family dinner out of town. I got into my car and turned on the radio as I started my drive back to my apartment an hour away. As I turned on the radio to the station it was on (typical pop rock station) I realized there was a talk-host on that night (Dawson McAllister).

I was oddly drawn into these calls he was receiving. Listening to their words, their problems. As I began to feel truly sorrowful for some situations and the depravity of the human race, I noticed a theme. Men. I slowly felt my heart sink deeper and deeper into my chest cavity, feeling it push against my stomach and internal organs and oddly I felt it coming out of my throat too.

What Happened To The Human Race?

We have clearly gone wrong. Men of quality… that is what I want. I look for it, strive for it, will settle for nothing less. But what if they are a breed extinct by social media, strong wills, egomania, and cultural code of conduct. Observation has proven time and time again that many men wear the mask of chivalry. But like a brilliant play, every great role must be surrendered at some time… even the most flawless makeup wears off.

I want a man who has ethics that are above everything. Knows right versus wrong and cares about justice. A man who will treat me right and won’t question my fidelity. I will not stop until I have a man who dreams of a strong future and isn’t afraid of the dangerous path that may be a part of his goals for the future. Educated, well dressed, low key, and eloquent. Quality not Cash flow, Standards not trendy. Someone who will keep my attitude and behavior in check, because I can be quite cheeky.

I am off topic.

My point is … where are all of the decent men. The ones who hold hands and hearts with the same tenderness?

Apologizing doesn’t mean that you are wrong and the other person is right. It just means that you value your relationship more than your ego…

It’s a hard thing to look deep down & examine our character. Will we do the right thing, even when no one’s looking? When it’s not convenient? When it’s really hard? Will we do the right things simply because we have to, because it’s who we are because it’s right.

Choices. They are life’s constant. The choice to be brave and push forward. To turn back in retreat. The choice to stand still and watch the world pass you by. Sometimes we tell ourselves that there is no choice, when in fact the exact opposite is true. There is always a choice.

Awkward Poetry

We are all a little awkward and weird… and life is a little awkward. When we find someone whose awkwardness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and sometimes we call it love. And sometimes we run like hell.

Whatever the case may be… I like to embrace it. Recently someone told me that I was “so awkward” and he found it ‘to be simply and utterly attractive in the most bizarre way’ (of course I am paraphrasing, he fumbled it a bit more). I wonder how many people miss out on friendships, relationships, and sparkling poetry merely due to a trepidation to appear absurd. It must be awfully stressful attempting to hide away little pieces of peculiarities day upon day.

I suppose I don’t have much to say at all except let your freak flag fly. Try to embrace your inner ‘geek’ or ‘nerd’ or ‘goofball’ and never let life stress you out too much. Here is an example, I was lost in the woods yesterday for about 4+ hours, meaning my initial 2.5 hour hike turned into a 5 hour trek. My friend and I were both pretty vividly aware that we had lost the ‘right’ path, but we kept on walking. I am so thankful for a friend who will walk beside me and just laugh about life’s little unknown paths.

There is nothing terrible about acting a little off kilter. As a matter of fact, sometimes letting yourself be just exactly the unique and spunky you that you are fulfills way more than hiding the silly parts.

This chair is a perfect example. Weird, abnormal, awkward but absolutely stunning.

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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.  ~e.e. cummings, 1955