Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Case for Mars
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Hookah on Campus
For the past two years, the group of peeps I refer to as my CSN group has been regularly bringing a hookah pipe or two to campus to share in the experience of smoking hookah tobacco. Doing so is perfectly legal under National, Nevada State, Clark County, and City of North Las Vegas law, and it is not against any College of Southern Nevada Regulations, so long as it stays within a designated smoking area. Because let's face it, hookah is a smoke-creating habit.
For the past two years, Allied Barton/ISS security officers posted at CSN as well as CSNPD officers have been harassing this particular group of hookah smokers. At first, it was for breaking actual rules of the college. Being too loud, being a nuisance, harassing other people. But once all of those rules were not being broken any more, the harassment of this group by said officers continued. It was of the sort that we couldn't smoke it in one particular designated smoking area, because parents were using that route to take their children to the day care center on campus and to take it to another smoking area. Comes to find out the smoking area they directed the group to was not a smoking area at all, and they had to tell us to take it to another smoking area. This was complied with. And a petition was sent to the board of regents for CSN about the initial smoking area.
There was a phrase in the petition about it not being marijuana being smoked, and a more thorough harassment ensued. On a weekly basis, the officers would come over to check if the hookah tobacco. Under orders from the property manager, they said. It is a legitimate argument, seeing as how that position is one of the very few on campus that can give orders to the officers. Another petition came out about this form of harassment came out, seeing as how the scent of the smoke did not in any fashion smell like marijuana. The petition was ignored.
Shortly thereafter, the same officers told us to take it to the last smoking area where it would not inconvenience other people passing by for us to smoke hookah. We complied. There was a belated petition to reverse this order. Again, it was ignored.
Then, just yesterday on the second day of the semester, we were told that the Head of Academic Affairs handed down an order to the CSNPD officers that hookah is now banned from campus. They tell us about this order, and we are forced to comply with the inappropriate threat of expulsion. It is inappropriate because it is, as of 02SEP2009, 1952 hours PDT, not in any formal writting anywhere in the Student Handbook, online at http://www.csn.edu, or posted anywhere on campus that hookah is not allowed.
This time around, we have a journalist for the school newspaper, the Coyote, writing a story about it. Which is a good thing. And again, there will be a petition written up, and we will be pushing for much more signatures than in the past. We will make sure, once it is submitted by hand, there will be CSNPD Officers and/or ISS Security Officers present. They will not ignore the petition this time around.
I'll make sure of it.
Take that as you will. -[alpha]{BETA}[delta]
Thursday, November 6, 2008
This shit makes me sick.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
An Uncommon Prejiduce.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
An ADD moment.
Okay, for starters, when I started kindergarten, I knew I was not a normal kind. I mean, from week one, I knew this. From the first week, I say that my peers were ragging on me for no apparent reason. Or, at least, no reason apparent to me at the time.
It took four years for the reason to become apparent to me. When I was in the third grade, I realized that I had this awkwardness about me. My facial structure, my facial expressions, my bodily form, my body language, my verbal harmonics, and the fashion in which I naturally walked, they were all awkward. And it was apparent to everyone else that this was the case, and because of that, they labeled me as “retard” and shelved me with the rest of them to be shunned as one. And that awkwardness has followed me to this very day.
The big curse that I have that no one else has, though, is intelligence. The lack of ignorance. I know what I look like, and worse, I know what that in tales. I know that I am very intelligent, as well as very smart, and I realize that there is a difference between the two. I know that there is more to me than meets the eye of the outside observer. And a select few people in the real world realize this as well.
But the problem still remains that most people are just stupid enough to label and shelf me because of my awkwardness, not taking into account my intelligence. Why? My theory is that, in a majority of cases, it has to do with impatience. They don’t have the patience with my vocal harmonics and how I look to realize that I have any worth at all.
Back in middle school, I met the first person since I realized why people were shunning to actually allow me to be comfortable in my own skin. Shortly thereafter, Mandi became my first girlfriend. Thing is, I fell in love with her. Hardcore. I don’t know what it was.
Maybe it was the fact that the only time I did feel comfortable in my skin was when I was around her. Maybe it was the concept that she was the first person outside of my father to be patient enough to hear me through my awkward speech and stuttering. Maybe it was her personality. Maybe it was a combination of any of the above and/or some things unmentioned. I don’t know. But I was in love with her.
Then she died. See, she had brain cancer, and was taking some medication in preparation for the chemotherapy. One night, she overdosed on those meds while at the hospital. The note I got from Dr. Frembin killed me inside. So much so that I actually made an attempt on my own life. But that’s a story for another time.
Thing is, I continued to slump around trying to compensate. I had tasted heaven for a short while, and now I was submerged back in hell on earth. Slowly, I got my will to live back, as I got in the group of people that was inflicted with the same curse as me. I became their leader, so to speak. I had to take care of them. That meant living, and being willing to live. No more feeling sorry for myself.
So now that the backstory is complete, now on with the regular story.
Last year, I think it was the spring semester, I met this girl, Paeo. We were acquaintances. Something happened and we became friends. I never thought anything more of it than that.
That is, until the 7th of this month.
There is a picture in “My Pictures” on myspace with the caption “All of the Bad Habits.” I don’t know what triggered this thought in my head, but something clicked as we were posing for that picture that Paeo makes me comfortable in my own skin. In my head, I start panicking. I haven’t felt this way in over a decade. And since the only time I have ever truly been in love and the only time someone made me feel comfortable in my own skin were by the same person, I associated those two emotions as the same.
So, I had spent the next couple weeks thinking I was in love with Paeo. Shit, I still do believe this to be the case. On Wednesday, I texted her to tell her as much, because I couldn’t in person. Every day I met her at the college, she brought Loren, didn’t feel like being nervous about taking Paeo away from Loren to tell her, every time I tried to get Paeo outside of the college, she couldn’t meet me. And I felt I couldn’t tell her in front of anybody, not even (from what I can tell) her best friend.
She texts me back, saying she only views me as a friend. Wishes she could feel the same way, but just doesn’t. Talk about a thorn in my side.
The past few days, I’ve been thinking about that, and I just came to a conclusion a couple hours ago. It was a long and tedious conclusion to make, but I finally made it. And I guess I should probably thank you, Paeo, for being that spark to finally make me realize this.
What I have realized is that maybe the reason why I am cursed with this body, with this face, along with the intelligence to see how I look compared to the vast majority of humans, and what that means other people see when they see me, is because I was meant to do something great, intellectually. And that means I must not be tied down, romantically, so that I can do whatever it is I’m to do. The intelligence is the “doing something great” part, and this awkwardness is the “not being tied down” part.
And I realize that this seems like a large jump, so if you need an explanation, here it is.
On the day before my 23rd birthday, Dannielle sent me the like to a video on youtube.com. It is a device – funded by DARPA and Boston Dynamics – that combines robotics technology with artificial intelligence technology. Up until this working prototype – code-named Big Dog – these two fields have had mostly separate technological evolutions. And, up until this point, I thought these two technologies were evolving at a slower rate. At this point, I have realized that when the American government – particularly the military branch, which DARPA is the military’s R&D department – starts funding on the edge technologies, those technologies start growing exponentially.
This scared the shit out of me, because this technology isn’t supposed to be growing this fast, and it’s funded by the
Also, My field of interest once I get out of college has something to do with artificial intelligence, so you can imagine my pure interest on this topic.
So, I figure, the military needs to have this piece of research stopped, lest the world find fatal consequences. Conspiracy theory? No, not really. I think the government is just trying to advance it’s army. Stay ahead of the game, so you don’t lose it. But look at the Atom bomb. Started off as a good idea, as an authentic attempt to do good. Now, it’s part of
So, I’m thinking, that’s probably be where I should start on outside of school. Prevent Big Dog from going past the prototype stage. And I can’t really be tied down in a relationship if that’s going to happen.
Take that as you will. -[alpha]{BETA}[delta]
Friday, July 4, 2008
The Onion News Network
Believe it or not, there are things in this world that are not dependant on race, nationality, political party affiliation, age, gender, or handicap.
The Onion News Network (ONN) is an online parody news organization, similar to that of the Colbert Report or the Daily Show, only very much more extreme. Every "news" story that they have on there is only very loosely related to a real news story. The opinions expressed on it are too absurd to honestly be those of the writers or reporters.
There is one "report" on the ONN that is an obvious spoof of the concept of "Bring You Kid to Work" day. It’s the same concept, only for the Army branch of the U.S. Military (http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=30552894). It goes on about how the troops in
There is this member of the U.S. Army -- I don’t know whether or not he’s in
Okay, here are a few things that he does not understand:
1) You do NOT need to be a democrat to be anti-Iraq-War. There are plenty of republicans’ here in this very country -- hell, right here in this very town -- that are against the
2) Idiocy is NOT a pre-requisite of being anti-war, or anti-Iraqi-war, just like it is not a requisite for being pro-war or pro-Iraqi-war. I know a considerable number of intelligent people and stupid people on both sides.
3) Just because somebody is against the Iraq War does NOT ostensibly mean they are anti-military. There are people in this very room right now that I know for an absolute FACT that are anti-Iraq-War AND pro-military all in the same brain. I myself am one said person. Just because somebody is against any particular war does not mean they do not support the troops; it just means that they do not support the politicians that sent us to that particular war.
4) If you are a liberal, that does NOT ostensibly make you anti-military. I know many liberals in this very room -- myself being one of them -- that support the troops. Until the day when we can find a way for everyone to stop going to war, we need our troops for macro-protection.
5) Just because it has the word "News" in it does not ostensibly mean it is a serious news network. CNN, MSNBC, and FOX News are all examples of serious news networks. ONN, the Colbert Report, and the Daily Show are all examples of comical news sources.
6) Just because your opinion does not match up exactly with somebody else’s does not ostensibly mean that you are absolutely right and they are absolutely wrong. What is the definition of the word "Opinion"? It is a belief or judgment that rests on grounds insufficient to produce complete certainty (http://dictionary.referance.com/browse/Opinion, see definition one of entry one).
7) One’s work should not define who said person is. I am a security guard and a student. I take a good blunt of jokes about being each, but I take it with a smile. Why? Because I know it’s a joke in the vast majority of the time. If the ONN does a report that makes the security profession look horrible, I will laugh right along with it, because I know it’s the ONN. Being in the military should be the same.
With that said, everyone that happens to stumble upon this blog should take all of the above into accord. Whether or not you wish to assimilate any of it into your own distinctiveness is up to you.
Take that as you will.
-[alpha]{BETA}[delta]
Friday, June 27, 2008
Our Place in the Universe
In this image, we feel quite snug in our place in the scheme of things. But wait, that isn't the entire universe. Here, I will add the other four planets of our own solar system.
Here, we aren't so snug. But wait, there's more!
Oh, you can barely see our planet from here. But then we go further out.
You can't even see our planet from here. You can barely see our Sun from here. But then we go further still.
Huh. One would have to zoom in on this picture many times to just a few pixels to be able to see our parent star from here. Since our star isn't that big even compared to other single stars, and knowing that there are other stars as puny as our own in this very galaxy alone, how can we be certain there is nothing out there, somewhere out there? We can't be. Not until we search this universe with a fine-tooth comb. Seeing how small we are compared to the whole scheme of things, doesn't it seem pathetic that we keep killing based upon differences in worship and opinion? It sure as hell does to me. Take that as you will. -[alpha]{BETA}[delta]