Monthly Archives: July 2007

facebook, shmacebook

I knew pretty much nothing about the history of facebook until we started a forum on it in my Technology in Education class this past week.

Whoa, nelly.

Am I the only one who’s a little bit disturbed by the implications of a “college-only” social/career networking site? There’s got to be a better way to make sure that you’re keeping “spammers and pornographers” away without wiping out anyone sans a college degree and an active university email account. (And, on the flip side of that coin, are all college students and recent graduates upstanding individuals? Seriously.)

But the part that makes this more unsettling for me is the sense I get that this is just as much a career networking tool as a social networking one, even if partly by implication. Does something like facebook (pre-9/06 anyway) become just another networking tool that people without a degree get shut out of?


the sticky factor

An excerpt from a recent NY Times article with the promising title, “Abstinence Education Faces an Uncertain Future:”

“You have to look at why sex was created,” Eric Love, the director of the East Texas Abstinence Program, which runs Virginity Rules, said one day, the sounds of Christian contemporary music humming faintly in his Longview office. “Sex was designed to bond two people together.”

To make the point, Mr. Love grabbed a tape dispenser and snapped off two fresh pieces. He slapped them to his filing cabinet and the floor; they trapped dirt, lint, a small metal bolt. “Now when it comes time for them to get married, the marriage pulls apart so easily,” he said, trying to unite the grimy strips. “Why? Because they gave the stickiness away.”

What level of self-delusion must one have in order to muster the gall to sit in front of a New York Times reporter and enact a metaphorical demonstration with tape and lint to illustrate how premarital sex destroys all hope of meaningful adult unions?

cover letters

I’ve been writing a lot of them lately. It’s terribly tempting to insert testaments to skills inappropriate to legal workplaces, just to keep myself amused.

“By applying my experiences with editing, publishing, and researching, as well as my strong written and oral communication skills, I aim to continue helping individuals reach their full potential regardless of their economic and cultural backgrounds. I am also gregarious, compassionate, and a demon in the sack.”

Though, knowing me, I’d forget to edit them out.

Leaving madness no choice but to ensue.


Ty and I made pasta from scratch last week.

It was a lot like playing with my old Play-Doh Fun Factory, except I didn’t get yelled at for eating the dough.

(Play-Doh was delicious.)

This is our pile of reference books, none of which seemed to agree with each other…

These were our reference books…

… and this pile o’pasta is the fruit of our labors.
…and this pile o’pasta was the fruit of our labors.


For those of you who love them, they’ve made their new album, In Our Bedroom After the War, available for download a full two and a half months before it’s available in the stores:


If you’re feeling kind of cheap (which we all are sometimes), then might I suggest “Take Me to the Riot,” “Bitches in Toyko,” and the title track. If you’re not, then I might suggest downloading the whole damn thing.

Their rationale behind the early online release is worth reading, too.

happy pills

happy pills

So, a new study was recently published that revealed happy pills are the most widely prescribed medications in the United States.

More than blood pressure pills. More than headache pills. More than birth control pills.

Fucking happy pills.

Now, far be it from me to say that there is no one who serves to benefit from antidepressants. But 118 million prescriptions in 2005?

I’m gonna use my completely unscientific method of stomping three times with a rusty rake, turning in a circle, and holding a finger to the wind to reckon a couple of things. First, I’m gonna reckon that about a third of those folks really need those prescriptions, due to clinical depression that isn’t improving with therapy, repeated suicidal thoughts, etc. Next, I’m gonna reckon that there are so many damned antidepressant ads on TV–filled with animated butterflies and sunny skies and happy-looking soccer moms breathing in the fresh air and smiling antidepressed smiles–that another third of these folks are getting prescriptions simply because they ask for them. Lastly, as my rusty rake has about one more decree left in it today, I’m gonna reckon that the remaining third have lazy-ass doctors who are ruining their patients’ lives by giving them pills that are going to make them forget about the problems that they need to address.

Way too many fucking happy pills, people.

And, regardless of how many people really need them, you’ve got to wonder: What the hell are we doing wrong in the good ol’ U.S. of A. that we’ve got this many people medicating their happiness?