Saturday, March 10, 2012

That time.

Today in my teenage angst, it's that time. Every time I start a story with ''one time", my friend Janelle follows it up with "at band camp." Now I've never seen that movie, and she herself saw it for the first time this year at a New Year's eve celebration. She said she could've done without. That is not the point. The point is that it's 'that time' of the semester.

There are rarely points, as a student, when I question why I'm doing this. But as I come to the end of my time as a distance student, I question why I chose to do it this way.

The earliest philosophers noted the strength of community in learning. One of the greatest things we can take away from the philosophies of Descartes and Dostoevsky is that it shouldn't be done in solitude. We were not created to learn alone. We were not created to be presented with material, learn it, think about it, recall it for proof of learning and then apply it, by the power of our own devices. This is not to say we can't; it is to say we shouldn't. I really admire those who do whole degrees by distance, and there are many. But I can't help but wonder how much they might've benefited from being surrounded by fellow learners.

When I was a student in St. John's I took Introduction to Microeconomics as an elective. I'm certain I'm the only one in history to take that class as an elective. I really loved it and it was really hard. I really loved it because it provided me with an economic context that I never could've garnered if not for the class. It was really hard because it's math oriented and all the testing is multiple choice. I worked hard and had a good mark going into the final. But that was a bomb for a couple of reasons and I ended up just along the average. Beyond all of that, it was there that I met Barbie. We met because she couldn't stop coughing one day and I don't have an qualms about germs so I gave her some of my water. From that class on, we sat together. I got to know a little about her and survived that class in part because of her. We didn't hang out aside from class or even study together for our exams. But she was there. We were there together, learning, suffering and sacrificing. She, in order to get into the business program and me, because I'm stupid.

This is the point of learning together. There's no point in learning if you're not spreading that knowledge somewhere. Sometimes there's not context to spread that learning, such as the significance of Gatsby's illusory relationship with Daisy in comparison to his legitimate friendship with Nick; and that's okay. Most times though, there's plenty of opportunity to spread and share the wealth of knowledge. Marjorie Reeves said that education is sacrifice. What better way to sacrifice, than together?

Also, a note on the picture. I feel like I know that guy. Like actually. But he goes to the University of Miami (thank you google) so I doubt it.

Questions about Buffy: The Bronze.


Friday, March 2, 2012

Adolescent Oddities 2.0.

Today in my teenage angst, I love adolescence way more than I did when I fell into the category. I don't know if you saw this video over at Suzy's place but I've seen it now about eight times and I laugh just as hard each time. Adolescent oddities are just so wonderful and since we recorded it, our list has been steadily growing. Just yesterday Rock Tumblers was added. Those are almost more of a pre-adolescent oddity but they're weird enough to count.

Anyway, I came across this video, by a teenager that lived in the dorm of the boarding school attached to my college. That's a complicated concept. Anyway, a lot of kids come over from Asia to go to that High School - the purpose of which I haven't figured out - and end up thriving. We love them and lump them all into one category; the Asians. This is one of my favorite Asians, though we were never actually friends. I'm fairly sure she doesn't even know I exist. Either way, this video made my day. I love teenagers who are willing to make ridiculous productions like this. Just because they can. And that, my friends, is what the internet is for.

Enjoy.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Indie naked.

Today in my teenage angst, I love independence. I love people who say, this is what I want to do. And they work and they save and they sacrifice to make it happen. I'd like to note that there are millions of these people in Canada alone. This sort of independence is not new. And I think its outrageous of us to expect every one of them to be amazing. I went to watch a friend's band play and some other friends who didn't know them were there and they were all like, "meh. This is nothing special." Let's also note that the headliner they were there to see was no more special. It doesn't matter. The reality that the singer/songwriter world is exploding doesn't make it any less worth celebrating. Music is always worth celebrating.

A few weeks ago, Bon Iver was presented with two Grammy's. The reception of his winnings was more comical than anything. Most people had never heard of him, his music or his attractive facial hair. They haven't heard of his back-woods life in Minnesota or worked to understand the extensive process that is his music. I love people like Bon Iver because they are artists. They understand music and its depth and the power that it has and the effort it should require. They don't create alternate identities in order to shock and offend. They just are. With their music and their lives, they are.

This video, long as it is, shows that power and effort in its barest form. Its a loop machine, two pianos and two men. Making Music. Music with a capital M.



Thank you, Bon Iver.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Cookies.

Today in my teenage angst, I committed to productivity. I couldn't sit anymore. I've been sitting for three days, and as thrilling as Buffy is . . .  So I made some cookies. I'm also planning to exercise - sans anklet -, efficiently study for my exam tomorrow and make myself a healthy lunch.


I started with some cookies. After finding this Martha Cookie Book at the library I had to bring it home. The index is pictorial! That clinched it for me. I really need it. Ben and I are going to Chapters on Saturday and I intend to locate it and make it mine. Anyway, I decided on Gingersnap Raspberry Sandwiches, because I have a really healthy relationship with jam and like to include it in whatever aspects of my life that I can.


I took some time to play with my sister's kitty in between exchanging the sheets of cookies.



Once they were all baked, I paired them up, lathered them with jam (literally. I loaded it on there) and sandwiched.


I might have dropped a little on my phone. No worries; my tongue took care of it - no assumed euphemisms please.


 Rousseau also helped herself to whatever made its way to the table.



Mission accomplished. Handily I might add.

Questions from Buffy #3.