Life is never lived in a Goldfish Bowl

Why do people like the over stretched, worn out, used up romance movie? This has been bugging me for awhile, because it seems like everyone without exception likes at least one of these. They may call it their "dirty little secret" but that doesn't excuse the fact that they do, in fact, love to watch the lonely yet caring man who always seems to be ready to give out love but hasn't found the right receptor meet the quirky, yet oh so slightly troubled 30-something woman (she probably owns a bookstore or writes, or something slightly elitist yet still accessible) who has always been the bridesmaid but never the bride. We don't see the rest of their relationship, but we know we know that they really have found "true love"--which in our book means two souls so perfectly complementing that as long as they are together life will never come between them. Why do we like this? I'm not criticizing those who do--I watch When Harry Met Sally as much as the next guy (which is a lot, even if they don't admit it. They at least watch something very similar.). I've just been trying to find out what attracts us to that particular scenario.

I wish I had an answer, but I do not know the universal soul of the western human to understand well enough why we have an instinct to respond to fantasy masquerading as reality. I do know, however, that it truly is fantasy.

Perhaps one reason is that we do always identify with one of the characters. If you don't think this is so, watch one of these movies with a group of women who have had a few glasses of wine each. You won't be able to hear the movie, but that's fine. Just listen to the cries of "That's just like me/you/her/your mother/your mother-in-law/Margaret Thatcher." The problem is, even if we do identify with the characters, and the universal problems they find themselves in, the solutions presented are never valid except in the world where responses are scripted, and the two lovers have no real interest in each other once the celluloid ends.

The dialogue is always perfect. The witticisms are just biting enough to be funny, but just tender enough to know there is love behind the words. The timing is always at a zenith--just after there has been enough strain to make us feel that the scenario represents true life, but not long enough to make us feel uncomfortable that perhaps it won't be resolved. And the words chosen are always heart melting, adorable, honest (yes), and completely and utterly useless.

In real life ideas like courage, uncertainty, self-doubt, cowardice get in the way. You know, you know, what you want to say. That every person in the last 3 years has been a lie, and a way to forget. That nothing has changed but geography, and really how important is that? That the weight of your decisions has been so unbearable as to make you morally and spiritually broken. That you are sorry and always have been. But the fear that saying the right words won't fix your problems is enough to mute you. You know you can continue to operate how you have been. To take the chance and fail would mean more than one person could handle. Instead it is much safer to swallow harder, and feel that unfortunately familiar drop of molten lead hit your stomach, where it will burn for at least a week despite your best efforts to quite literally extinguish it. Eventually it will cool, and that particular weight will pass. These circumstances, these internal struggles, those never enter into the celluloid world. All the quirky details a director includes to bring two characters to life never include their abject trappings. That would turn the happiest movie into a drama that too closely resembles life. While artistically it would be of great merit, who would want to watch that?

Amazing song:

Avett Brothers - Shame

Blech, everyone's allowed an emo post once in awhile, right?

Pick a category, any category

As it turns out, Bristol Palin may be having her baby on Christmas. Can you taste it? That's palpable excitement my friend. It tastes like parmesan and broccoli. Even more exciting? What the hell is she naming the baby. My guesses:

Transport
-Auto
-Train
-Trolley
-Bike
-Shoe
-GPS

Food
-Soda
-Carrot
-Chestnut

Entertainment
-Film
-Rugby

Other:
-Futon
-Mantle
-Sofa
-Lamp

Numbers:
-Seven
-Eight
-Twelve
-Thirty

Drugs:
-Claritin
-Dayquill

Other:
-Tide
-Lanolin

New Idea, Same as the Old Idea

From NBC's Mark Murray
"Saul Anuzis, the Michigan GOP chair who's running for chairman of the Republican National Committee, has issued a 24-page "Blueprint for a GOP Comeback" to RNC members that details his agenda and vision for returning the party to political power.

In the document, Anuzis envisions the party being a "grassroots-up relationship of equals," not a DC-down "paternalistic relationship; advocates for a "50-state strategy" to appeal to voters in the Northeast, Midwest, and West as well it does in the South; stresses that the party do a better job of reaching out to Latino and black voters; contends that the GOP begin harnessing the latest advancements in technology to advance its message; and argues that it search for ways to better compete against the Democrats financially."

So just to be clear, your new plan is "Let's do what Obama did" right? I don't blame you on this, because obviously it worked, but couldn't you at least come up with something original to add? I don't know, like "disenfranchise the gays" or "invade Iran" or whatever it is you guys like to do. If you are going to say you created a plan for victory, include something that is of your own invention, please.

So, apparently...

So there I was, knee deep.

It was 1 am on a Saturday morning, and I had just gotten in from a graduation dinner. I was going through my box-o-junk, you know that box that you have under your bed containing all those knick knacks that you only need once a year, looking for I-don't-what. What I found, however, was my creme brulee torch (don't judge me, I don't judge you). Sitting next to that was an aerosol bottle of body spray, because sometimes you like smelling like you are 14. If you are a woman reading this post, I'm guessing you haven't connected the two yet. If you are a guy, you've automatically thought "Flame thrower!!" Yes, that's what went through my head too.

The thing about this particular aerosol, is that it's sprayer was a bit defective, so instead of a fast single stream, it would sputter, creating flame clouds! It was awesome! And it scared the hell out of my roommates yappy dog! So why would I stop, right?

So, apparently, my smoke alarm responds to flames as well as smoke. Five minutes into feeling like a mighty God of hell and fire, this annoying, persistent beep killed off all of my fun, and the damn thing wouldn't stop despite the fact I had quit creating clouds of flame (or at least took it to the bathroom).

So, apparently, my smoke detector is wired to all the other detectors in my house, as I discovered when I moved my fire abilities to the lavatoire.

So, apparently, all the smoke detectors in my apartment are connected to all the other smoke detectors in the duplex. Something about collective safety or something like that. I figured this out when I hear people evacuating outside.

What do I do? Well, as many of you know, I'm sly like a fox. I take off my pants and shirt, throw on a bathrobe, mess up my hair, and walk outside rubbing my eyes, joining in with the chorus of "Who the hell is setting off smoke detectors at 1 am!?"

Prop. 8 Update

The Classy Quote of the Day:

...there is a real, unbroken line between the jihadist savagery in Mumbai and the hedonistic, irresponsible, blindly selfish goals and tactics of our homegrown sexual jihadists.
-- Pat Boone, December 6, 2008




Wait. Hold on.
Ok, I'm used to some pretty outrageous claims, especially from the Republican Homophobic crowd. Whether its claiming cartoon characters are mascots for gays, to asserting that 9/11 happened because of gays (and feminists, liberals, etcetera--the Commie Pinko Fags or CPFs), but this quote...really?

Groups of concerned citizens who have created entirely peaceful demonstrations against a law they consider unjust, and have tried to lobby--mostly ineffectually--their democratically elected representatives are equivalent to people who indiscriminately kill men, women, and children.

And I realize the vast, vast majority of Americans, both liberal and conservative, do not believe the agents of intolerance like Pat Boone, but the fact that he has somehow become a political force (campaigning heavily for John McCain), and does have ardent followers means that there are more than a few people out there who are so terrified of two men or women making love, that in their mind it is the equivalent to butchering children. And these people believe they are morally correct! That's the worst part! You know at least the racists and drug dealers and other lowlifes generally know that what they do is probably not right--they embrace it, but they know. These assholes believe their view is the morally correct one, one that every citizen should embrace, and generally one that is not just moral, but righteous.

40 more days of this shit and these people and their leaders are out of office.

I'm going to have the hap hap happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby danced with Danny Fucking Kaye!

Ok. It's been almost a month since I've written in this. Maybe more than a month. I don't know. It's time for an update in 5...4...3...2...1
Swish! Buzzer! Let's Go!

Item #1. Why I haven't been writing:

Depression. Yup, that's pretty much it. I wrote a long blog post over Thanksgiving as to, well everything, but I don't think the Internets is the place to bare your soul. You do that at a bar over 2 bottles of scotch. It's something I've been dealing with for 2, pushing 3 years now, so it's nothing to be alarmed about. I'm just stating that to explain why, with a lot to talk about, I haven't. Lethargy and apathy my friends.

Item #2. The Protest.

I went to my first protest in the Charleston community. I was apprehensive for 2 reasons: This isn't my town yet, so I'm not connected to the political community, and federal laws prohibit me to engage in political activity if that activity can be linked back to my position in anyway. I can do it in my spare time, which I did, but I had to make sure I was no way identifiable as to what my employment was, whatsoever. With media there and whatnot, I was afraid I would be treading a fine line. Coincidentally, I was in the local paper, but my face was obscured by a sign. I only knew b/c I recognized the people around me, and my shirt.

The protest was against proposition 8 (the ban on Gay Marriage). I really wanted to write a long article about what it meant, both good and bad, and some curious factors about Charleston. I composed it in my head, but never got it onto paper. This is why I need a voice recorder. Items in my essay which will not be nearly poetic in list form:

-It rained before and after, but not during the event. Quite fortuitous.
-There was a cruise ship unloading during the protest, which means all the police were tied up.
-The leader of the protest was a straight woman with no clear ties to the gay community. She just saw an injustice and was compassionate.
-The protest, which ended at City Hall, was across from a church...Where a wedding was in progress. The protestors were quite courteous to the wedding goers, and even ended a bit early so that the bride and groom could enjoy a privilege that many of the protestors could not.
-In the cemetery at the church across from city hall was buried John Rutledge, the second Chief Justice of the United States. Since this issue will probably not be resolved until the Supreme Court rules on it, I thought it very cool that it was in front of the grave of one of the founding members of the Supreme Court. Pictures after the fold.

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Item 3. My Forthcoming Trip to D.C.

One of my big projects for the year, perhaps the biggest, was our annual Martin Luther King Jr. Day of Service. It has a $30,000 budget, and involves almost 200 individuals. I don't know if you've been paying attention to the economy as of late, but it's not doing so hot. That particular budget was slashed to about $3,000. Due to this, a bit of restructuring had to happen.

The new plan:

We take 50 students, 10 high school students, and an assortment of chaperones to Washington D.C. We stay at a KOA campground in Harpers Ferry, VA, participate in DC's Day of Service feeding the homeless, and then see Obama's inauguration the next day. We then travel home.

Why this sucks:

Those in charge I believe don't truly understand the crowd situation. They have travel times of 1 to 2 hours alloted. We will need 5.

Why it's awesome:

I get to go to DC for incredibly cheap, be there on one of the most historic days in the existence of our country, and certainly in my lifetime thus far, and--get this--I'll get comp time for the weekend I'm doing this.

To tie the last two items together, and simply because it's funny,
Proposition 8, the Musical:

"Prop 8 - The Musical" starring Jack Black, John C. Reilly, and many more... by Jack Black

Item 4. Christmas.

I fucking love Christmas. I don't think people realize I love it, but I assure you, it's to the extreme. I love it like rye toast. Or shaving. Unfortunately I'm living in a subtropic state whose coldest temperature is maybe, maybe, 45 degrees. So I've had to be creative. Nay, I've had to force it outright. I've had to force it so hard that it's now it's own verb. I've been Christmasing night and day. Every morning I have a playlist of Christmas music queued up and ready to go while I shower, shave, the works. Pandora's holiday mix (I've made it myself--does anyone know if they already have one?) keeps me going at work. At night, Netflix has been delivering a constant stream of Christmas movies to my doorstep. Tonight is Home Alone. I've also been keeping a fan by my open window to blow in some decently cold air, in hopes that I can at least use a few blankets.

This past week Charleston finally decided to kick it up a notch and get in the spirit. First I received a free (FREE!) ticket to the Vienna Boys Choir. It was fantastic. More than fantastic. It was scrumtralescent.

Then that weekend was the city tree lighting and--get this--Boat Parade. Yeah, you read that right. Boat parade. Living by the ocean is odd sometimes. Pictures below the fold.

So that's pretty much it. This post lacked any attempt at a creative narrative, or even a poetic line, but it felt good to write again. I can't wait to see my friends again in 10 days.
Peace, Love, Happiness.
-Neil

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Hitting the ground running

I think just about everyone was apprehensive about this election. The doubts raised by both sides against the other, while sometimes exaggerated to a point of ridiculousness, were nonetheless often correct. McCain's health is bothersome, even if the folks and Brave New PAC bent the truth by making it seem like he was a walking zombie. The lack of experience for Obama was even more worrisome, but often not for the reasons pointed out by the GOP. As Clinton learned quite quickly, being President with both houses supporting you, doesn't mean you have an ability to get your way most, or even some of the time. Now that the democrats have become more of a big tent party, it will be even harder for Obama as he'll often have to reconcile many divergent interests within his own party, while at the same time assuaging the fears of the still considerably powerful minority. Our current President may have had a lack of experience when it came to dealing with Washington, he at least had experience being an executive power, something Obama lacks.

With those fears in mind, I was greatly heartened by the events and headlines of this past weekend. Obama has shown quite quickly that he has a firm grasp of the abilities, powers, and most importantly challenges and limits that come with being a President. A run down of the headlines and articles:

Obama 'to reverse Bush decisions'

      "US President-elect Barack Obama will seek to reverse Bush administration policies when he enters office on 20 January, his transition chief has said...[Co-Chairman of the Obama-Biden transition team] Mr. Podesta said executive orders on stem cell research or drilling in Utah could be easily repealed as no congressional action was needed."

Obama planning US trials for Guantanamo detainees

     "WASHINGTON – President-elect Obama's advisers are quietly crafting a proposal to ship dozens, if not hundreds, of imprisoned terrorism suspects to the United States to face criminal trials, a plan that would make good on his promise to close the Guantanamo Bay prison but could require creation of a controversial new system of justice."

Obama Aides Tamp Down Expectations

     "But while the energy of his supporters could be a tremendous political asset as Mr. Obama works to enact his agenda after taking office in January, his aides said they were looking to temper hopes that he would be able to solve the nation’s problems or fully reverse Bush administration policies quickly and easily, especially given the prospect of a deep and long-lasting recession."

UPDATE 11/11/08.

In what is quickly developing as a giant man crush for me, Obama has announced more changes to be enacted once he reaches office:

Obama 'to curb lobbyists' reach'
     "Under the new measures, Mr Obama will not allow lobbyists who petition the federal government to do any such work while working with the transition, said Mr Podesta.

The guidelines will also prevent anyone who has acted as a lobbyist over the last 12 months from working on any policy area in the transition in which they had been active.

He added that anyone who works on the transition and then becomes a lobbyist will be barred from approaching the administration for 12 months in the area in which they worked. "

Oh yeah baby, make sweeping changes for me. What's that? You want to modernize the nation's power grid? Oh whisper it in my ear Mr. President. Yeah, increase the subsidies to alternative energy sources, increase it hard and long. Oh baby, more subsidies, Subsidize me good! Oh God! Increased service based scholarships for high school and college students! Oh yeah! Harder! Harder! OH! UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE! UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE! EMPHASIZED DIPLOMACY OVER MILITARY ACTION! TRANS-PAR-ENT GOV-ERN-MENT!

*Whew*

I'm spent.

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In other, but somewhat related news...

South Dakotans defeat a ballot initiative to ban abortions.

New Hampshire has first ever female majority in the State Senate

This particular one really excites me, because it will finally prove once and for all that the sexes are equal, and that women are going to fuck up just as much as men have for the past few millenia. Or at least one can only hope.

A dilemna.

A friend of mine made a jab at me the other day because of my facebook religious view "Open-minded Christian." Her interpretation? "That just means you don't go to church." After some thought, it turns out she was right, but not in the way she meant.

I've been pondering why I don't go to church anymore. Is it because, like so many people, when the parental obligation was removed, my apathy shone through? Doubtful. I have a pretty rational view of the world, and as such can realize when my own beliefs are irrational. My beliefs are real beliefs, though many would argue otherwise. And it's not a reaction to the excesses of the faith, for I've never been able to fault the wisdom of one person for the mistakes of many. This said, there is a genuine balking feeling in me at the thought of going to church, and it's made me curious as to why that feeling exists. It was a passage from James Baldwin's "The Fire Next Time" that shed light on my situation:

"It is not too much to say that whoever wishes to become a truly moral human being (and let us not ask whether or not this is possible; I think we must believe
that it is possible) must first divorce himself from all the prohibitions, crimes, and hypocrisies of the Christian church. If the concept of God has any validity or any use, it can only be to make us larger, freer, and more loving. If God cannot do this, then it is time we got rid of him."

All organized religions are inherently evil. This may not be their intention, but evil exists because of their actions nonetheless. Churches exist to interpret the philosophy of a man. (I'm speaking in general terms, not just of the Christian religion.) If these organizations existed to facilitate a free flow of ideas over the given philosophy--a truly free flow--then perhaps that evilness would be mitigated. But even the most benevolent church exists to preach, that is to spread a specific interpretation of a philosophy. In essence they are asking (and more often demanding) a capitulation of free thought to accept the one interpretation. In exchange, you are offered safety in the next life--even though in every religion that safety is already freely offered.

When free thought is surrendered, man no longer truly has a free will--he no longer has that which defines humanity. Anything that causes man to surrender his very essence can only be evil, even if the intentions are well-meaning. Worshiping a deity or following a philosophy is itself an exercise of free will. In order for a religion, that is a way to worship, to be truly good it must divorce itself from organized interpretation. Only then will the control, the blindness, the violence, the fear, that has come with every single religion, whether the monotheistic Christianity, the pluralistic Hinduism, or the self-deitization of the modern Buddhism. If not, if the notion of God is used to perpetrate fear and the denial of self, then God ceases to be valid, and what Descartes inadvertantly started, and Nietzsche perpetuated will be completed by the very organizations that claim to serve that which it is destroying.

If God undeniably exists, then religions are dutifully bound to reject the confines which they themselves have created. Only be removing the ideological confines that each ones places on the interpretation of their respective philosophies, and promoting a free exchange of, at times, conflicting messages, can their proverbial souls be saved.

Ah growing up.

"Neil, this is my friend 'Ash---.' She's the smartest person I know."

It shone through. Her quiet self-confidence, calm yet magnetic, constantly turned every head towards her, despite the most humble efforts to do just the opposite. While the conversation spun around the coffee table, bouncing from one person to the next between sips of hearty zinfadels and cab savs (acidic reds for the spicy fall flavors, naturally), she sat off to the side, rarely interjecting with her thoughts. But when she did speak, people listened. Not the type of listening where one is waiting for the chance to speak, but the earnest wish to understand.

All of this entered me, filled me, and left me stricken quiet. A rare occurrence. It was only during my trip home, reflecting on the events of the night, did I realize her physical beauty and grace was as striking as her intellect. It has been a long time that one's qualities have been revealed in that order.

Despite appearances to the contrary, the chance meeting of this person was not what amazed me. It was that I believe this signals the deeper emotional change that is going to occur soon. I am self aware enough to recognize the snowball I created 5 months ago--I just don't know where the snowball is headed.

That change manifests itself in the smallest ways. Tonight I carved a pumpkin. This decidedly juvenile activity shouldn't have been a revelatory experience, but I scooped out the pulp with my hands. Not a spoon. When I was a child and my sister and I would carve pumpkins, my father would always scoop out the goop--an activity I could never bring myself to do. I always thought that it was amazing that he could just stick his hand in there, unafraid, and pull out the insides. Not only did the activity feel so slimy, the it had a certain brutality about it. Tonight, however, it didn't phase me. I've accepted the mantle of adulthood.

Quick update

Another item added to the Sarah Palin beliefs list:
Only SOME domestic bombers are terrorists. Just like only certain parts of America are considered "Real America" and certain Americans actual patriots, only certain domestic bombers are terrorists. I don't support Bill Ayers, and will make no defense of his actions, which I believe were wrong. Because of that belief, I don't support any person trying to harm an American through terrorist methods. Apparently that's not the belief of the Vice President though.

In her view, Bill Ayers planting bombs on American soil made him a terrorist. No argument there. Anti-abortion extremists who blow up abortion clinics and take innocent lives, are not.

Movies: LOTR>Star Wars>Harry Potter. Books: Harry Potter>LOTR>Star Wars

So work has sucked lately. Don't worry, this isn't going to be an entry when I gripe all the time. Quite the opposite. I'm just saying that it hasn't been that great. I have a boss that doesn't know how to utilize me properly, or really know how to manage. There are two coworkers of mine that, although students, have been around since before my boss has been there. They have their own projects, do their own thing, and that's fine. In short, they are able to work independently and function like a professional--my boss has never had to manage them. Then there are two part-time office workers. Recent hires. Kind of gofers. They are assigned office tasks, complete them, and move on. My boss, apparently, believes that that is also my role here. Except, I was hired due to my 3 years of community service work, and my 3 combined years of managerial experience---I was hired specifically to not be a person to simply complete tasks, but to manage myself, and work to expand my office's capacities. In fact a VISTA's job description specifically says "expand capacities."

But even if she is going to try to run me as a worker bee, she would have to give me tasks, right? Nope, that's not the case either.
A sample conversation:

Me: Stef. All of my projects are done. My next big project I can't work on until mid-November. What do you believe this office needs that I can work towards improving.
Stef: I have so much work I don't know what to do. I'm so busy that I can't give you any guidance or work to do, because that would take too much time. (This was actually said).



So needless to say I haven't been happy. I'm used to being in charge, not having to justify my ability to work independently, and with a supportive staff around me. When this is removed, I get grumpy. But then this week occured.

While my problems with my boss haven't disappeared, this week has been crazy awesome.

Tuesday. I wake up an hour early to go to a meeting at 8 am (an hour before I'm usually at work), at which I sit for 2 hours in a most uncomfortable chair, choking down stale coffee that had to have been made with what I can only guess was sea turtle feces. This was OK though. I was there for a reason. I had a purpose. I was going to present my plan for the city to reduce their landfill waste by 40%, and then watch as it was shot down simultaneously by the 11 members of the Charleston Green Committee, and all the representatives of the County Green Ribbon Committee. What plan am I speaking of? See the post before this one.

But what happened? I met a representative from the county waste management. She is completely for my plan, and we are meeting to discuss how to proceed with it. Furthermore, she told me that while most of the county is actually against any such proposal, their balls are in the metaphorical vice. The landfills are full, the incinerator is, let's face it, a dying technology, building new landfills is going to be expensive and politically infeasible, and--most excitingly--the EPA has contracted with Charleston to use them as one of 10 test cities to install a "Cost to Toss" initiative on waste management. In other words, my plan is going to look a whole hell of a lot better than the alternatives. Also I may have found funding for a student's $350,000 project to get an on-sight composter.

Pumped from this meeting I gathered all my information and sent it to my beautiful pledge wife Bel, who is in charge of the Boiler Green Initiative. They are now looking into implementing something at Purdue. THEN I placed all of my research on scribd.com, which I'm in love with, and after 2 days I already had just shy of 100 views. I've created my own little composting clearing house.

So that day was enough to make my week, but God said "NO! You shall have more!"
Today I go to this meeting with a man named Mark Bryan. He wants the college's help in expanding this after school music program for disadvantaged kids. Turns out Mark Bryan is the lead guitarist for Hootie and the Blowfish. I don't care if its not 1997 anymore. It was sweet.

Finally I get to dogsit this weekend. That means more cash for me (always welcome when you make 3.50 an hour), and I finally have an awesome dog in the house. Funny enough, each dog is approximately exponentially larger than the dog before her. Mine is the biggest. The dog's awesomeness follows the exact same scale. Which means my dog is 16 times more awesome than the smallest dog in my house.

Life is good.

P.S. More on scribd. So if I wanted to back up my important files I would first save all my pictures, followed by all my documents. Finally my home videos and then maybe some install files. People pay for a monthly subscription to server companies to be able to back up these files. With scribd and picassa, why would you ever do that?

P.P.S. I bought a scale last week. I've lost 13 pounds since I moved here. Poverty rocks!

My plan

Awhile ago I outlined a student's plan to reduce the college's waste. When I found it hard to get the approximately $1.2 million to fully fund the program, I hit upon a new idea.

What if, instead of $1.2 million to reduce the college's waste, we use $9 million to install a city wide composting plan. While it may cost 9 times the original amount, per capita it's much cheaper. I am really proud of this because it was an entirely original idea. True, it turns out San Francisco has implemented a program entailing almost everything I thought of, and then some, but that doesn't mean my thought wasn't entirely original since I had never read of San Francisco's plan--nor any city wide composting plan--before my idea. So whatever, I'm proud of it.

So anyway, the plan.

You know how you have trash and recycling pick up at your door (or at least here in Charleston we do)? Well what if you had a 3rd bin, for compostable items--which is 40% of all our waste. Instead of having all that waste hit landfills, where it produces methane due to anaerobic decomposition, or being incinerated where it shoots mercury into the air, we can decompose it rather quickly, turning it into rich soil nutrients.

Of course that's a lot of compost being produce. Literally thousands of tons. Which means we can sell it and possibly make money off the whole enterprise, reducing citizen's taxes. It would also help out local farmers and reduce the amount of liquid fertilizer entering the water stream.

In my mind this presentation would have been a lot more breathtaking. I think if this was implemented it would do a world of good though.

Bucket List

It's been forming in my head for awhile. I don't want to develop brain crack, so here you go:

1. The obligatory one. Ask me if you don't understand. I'm trying to keep this one SFW.

2. Ride in a blimp!

3. Visit Petra.

4. Be published. For something someone would actually read.

5. Design my own home. Have a composting toilet. in it. Not one of the ones on the market though. I want one that uses compressed air (generated from windmills) to shoot the waste through piping to a composting machine 500 yards from my house, conveniently located next to my garden.
NO!! Even better! One that packages the waste into rockets. Once a day a rocket is blasted from the roof of my house to a field 1/4 a mile away, where it explodes over a composting field. How fucking cool would that be?

6. Successfully form a secret society. Control a government. Not necessarily the government. Any government will do, even if its just a small town. Scotch will be involved in the ceremonies.

7. Fight an insurrection. I'm not unpatriotic, I'll go to a different country to help out. Kind of like Hemingway in Spain only, you know, not.

8. Live carbon free. This is a slow process, but I'm getting there. My gas consumption is down to about $25 - $30 a month, less hot water is being used in my home (by me anyway--my roommates like to run the AC at 74 degrees with the door open), and I'm working towards helping the city reduce it's carbon foot print. If my plan works out, I'll be a shoo-in for grad schools nationwide...It probably won't work, but a guy can dream.

9. Hike across Ireland, Scotland, the Appalachian Trail, or New Zealand.

10. Start a nonprofit agency.

11. Be buried directly in the ground with no casket. I don't like the idea of my body just staying there, somewhat preserved, for centuries on end. I don't really dislike it--it's just a body. Donate it to a necrophiliac group for all I care, at least some use will be gotten out of it. My point is that its wasteful to preserve bodies. Put me directly in the ground, dump some soil on me, and plant a fruit tree on top. I want my Great Grandchildren to talk about how good Grandpa Neil's apple pie is, without realizing the irony of Grandpa Neil being IN the apple pie, in a matter of speaking. The body farm is a good alternative too.

When you think about it, wouldn't it be cool if more famous Americans donated their bodies to the body farm? Think about the headlines:

"Gerald Ford, dead at 93. He served his country honorably. And because of him we now know how flesh decays while being submerged in peat moss."

Wow

I do believe, that when our generation looks back on our lives 50, 60 years hence, we will see these last 2 weeks as the most pivotal in our lives (nationally speaking that is). The amount of events that are occurring in our nation, and the breakneck speed at which they are developing, is completely unprecedented. Furthermore, the events themselves are not petty matters, but some of the most important developments in decades upon decades. I wanted to just give a rundown of newspaper headlines for the last 2 weeks--most of them from just the last few days!

House Rejects $700 Billion Bailout

Dow Falls Record 778 Points; Stocks Lose $1.2 Trillion

Banking Consolidation Continues as Citigroup Buys Wachovia

Prosecutors Subpoena Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae

Mukasey Appoints Special Prosecutor for US Attorneys Scandal

Ex-CIA Executive Director Pleads Guilty to Wire Fraud

Immigration Agents Arrest 1,100 in California

GOP Concern Growing Over Selection of Palin

Olmert: Israel Should Withdraw from Most of West Bank & Golan Heights

US Suspends Trade Benefits to Bolivia

More job cuts loom as economy slows

US-India nuclear deal set to face final hurdle

Pakistani Officials Say at Least 6 Killed in US Drone Strike

Heavy Tiger rebel casualties in Sri Lanka fighting: ministry

Report Implicates White House in Prosecutor Firings, Officials Say

Iraq remains 'locked in conflict'

Woman in cow costume arrested (Note: I was getting depressed with these headlines)



Troubling times folks.

A Note of Respect

After criticizing Palin wholeheartedly, I do want to be fair and point out her moments of bravery. From a USA Today article:

Palin also said that she doesn't believe that the media's coverage of her has been sexist. "It would be sexist if the media were to hold back and not ask me about my experience, my vision, my principles, my values," said Palin, Alaska's governor.

Agreed, and thank you for being the one to say it when your party and the media won't.

Sarah Palin's Beliefs--UPDATED 10/24/08

The Ever Expanding List of our Potential Vice President's Beliefs;

1. Witches Exist. They should be stoned.

Palin's church hosted a pastor who claimed that the Lord showed him the source of a string of car crashes in the village--a "witch" in the village. He then rallied the town to stone her. She escaped, fortunately, but now lives in exile. At first it seemed that Palin just happened to go to that same church. That is a fair defense--most lay members don't really control who happens to be the visiting pastor of their church, nor what that pastor's sermon will contain. However now it looks like she's participated in the sermon itself:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jl4HIc-yfgM

(warning...it's really long, and boring, despite being batshit crazy. She comes in near the end.)

2. Dinosaurs and Humans coexisted together. 7,000 years ago.

http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2008/09/15/bess/index1.html

(3rd or 4th paragraph down)

3. Alaska should be independent.

Ok, ok, I know it's actually her husband who believes this, but that still raises some points. First, when Michelle Obama mentioned that she was finally proud of her country, people used that to show Barack wasn't patriotic. If that idea is true--that your spouse often speaks for you--then how patriotic can you be when your husband doesn't want to be a part of the country for which you could be the leader?

4. Abstinence education works.

I have to say "hats off" to you on this one. Your eldest daughter is proof that it doesn't, yet you remain adamant. That type of stubbornness really demands respect.

5. The Iraq war is a mission from God.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080903/ap_on_el_pr/cvn_palin_iraq_war

6. Rape victims should pay for their own rape kit. Also they shouldn't be allowed to abort the fetus.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/01/palin-on-abortion-id-oppo_n_122924.html

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/wireStory?id=5784496

7. The Government should ban books:

http://www.time.com/time/politics/article/0,8599,1837918,00.html

(13th paragraph down)

8. She might hold some anti-semitic views.

Ok, let's be clear. She does not hold anti-semitic views, at least not with any direct evidence. But there are some dangers in her church's view. Once again participating at a church is not the same thing as endorsing what a minister has said, but in love, war, and politics, all things are fair, and it's often more with whom you associate than what you yourself say. Remember all the flack Obama got for Jeremiah Wright's words? I do think criticism levied at him was fair if he knew the minister believed that yet never spoke out against it or left the church. Actions, or inactions, speak louder than words. Her visiting minister announced that Jews control the worlds' money, and that good Christian financiers need to take over. She has never protested this asinine statement, and in fact participated just a few minutes later in the church service in which this was announced. Also, when she ran for Governor, rumors circulated in Alaska that originated from her camp that her opponent was a Jew, and therefore unfit to lead. This packs a double-whammy b/c first their is the idiotic and anti-semitic view that Jewish people are not fit to lead (Christians have done SUCH a good job), and that her party, while maybe not believe it themselves, would spread this idea. In other words, she's slimy.

Source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/cifamerica/2008/sep/26/sarah.palin.religion.jews


9. This Financial Crisis, and It's Bailout is really about healthcare reform, job creation, tax reduction/relief, and reining in government spending--what???

I can't even attempt to explain this. Here is a transcript from the Katie Couric Interview:

COURIC: Why isn’t it better, Governor Palin, to spend $700 billion helping middle-class families who are struggling with health care, housing, gas and groceries? Allow them to spend more, and put more money into the economy, instead of helping these big financial institutions that played a role in creating this mess?

Palin: That’s why I say I, like every American I’m speaking with, we're ill about this position that we have been put in. Where it is the taxpayers looking to bail out. But ultimately, what the bailout does is help those who are concerned about the health care reform that is needed to help shore up our economy. Um, helping, oh, it’s got to be about job creation, too. Shoring up our economy, and putting it back on the right track. So health care reform and reducing taxes and reining in spending has got to accompany tax reductions, and tax relief for Americans, and trade — we have got to see trade as opportunity, not as, uh, competitive, um, scary thing, but one in five jobs created in the trade sector today. We’ve got to look at that as more opportunity. All of those things under the umbrella of job creation.

Source: CBS News.

10. Only some domestic bombers are terrorist. The rest, even though they take American lives, are just speaking their minds. Through bombs.

A Call for Change

A Call for Change

To my Brothers and Friends Dedicated to Service,

This letter probably comes to you as a surprise. After every stage in life, most people go through a period of reflection. It comes as no shock that in hindsight better choices and decisions could have been made. It’s the “If I only knew then, what I know now” syndrome. For most the reflection ends there, and life moves on. For me it is different, in that my life is continuing very much in the same vein as the last half decade has occurred, but from a totally new orientation. Due to this reorientation as to how I view the world of service and volunteerism, and due to my expanded knowledge that comes with the territory of my job, I felt impelled to share what occurred to me today. Stick with me, and I’ll try to make it as brief as possible.

The freshman class that has just entered universities and colleges across the nation are unique compared to every class that has come before them. Statistically they are more inclined to service, volunteerism, and societal change than any class since the matter has been studied. For years now service—which I will use from now on to include both the concepts of volunteerism and advocacy/activism—has been on the rise, with each new class performing more service than the one before it. About every three years marks a 20% increase in the amount of service being performed in communities by college students. Of course this could mean that every new freshman class is unique to the one before, but this one—this one is special. Part of this expansion in service is due to a generational shift—they were simply brought up with an increased sense of community and civic responsibility that ours’ and the preceding generation lacked. But part of it is due to efforts by our various governments to foster this element of service among the youth.

In 2002, George W. Bush created a White House Council that coordinated, for a short time, Learn and Serve America, the FreedomCorps, and many other federal programs that fostered service-learning; by 2003 they were up and running. This means that the high school freshman class of 2003, which graduate this past May and entered college this past month, is the first class in which many students have had an entire high school career that married, and made indistinguishable, the idea of service and learning. The results of this monumental occurrence are immediately apparent.

In my own office, which promotes community service among students, we have seen more students come to us in the first 3 weeks of school than we saw in the entire first semester last year. Student clubs that promote service, and whose active body number maybe 20, have had double and triple that number show up to their informational sessions. And on a campus of 10,000 that is known for societal apathy among its students, nearly 1,000 (mostly freshmen) have registered to vote in just 5 days, ensuring that their voice is heard in this next election. These data, which eclipse all statistics I can find from similar years, I believe are not a fluke, but represent a fundamental, yet possibly temporary, shift in the attitude of a freshman class.

The point in all of this? This new class represents an opportunity that has never been seen before, and an opportunity for which many universities are unprepared. This generation has wedded service, learning, and social life (high school—perhaps the most social time in anyone’s lives) in their minds. If that marriage does not continue through college, we will lose an opportunity that has never come about before. Further more, this class is entering an experience that represents a most fundamental change in their life during one of the most transformative political landscapes this nation has experienced. This year, this class, is an opportunity like no other for those who care about the culture of service. An opportunity to produce academic citizens that view service to fellow man not as an obligation, or a temporary occurrence, but as a very part of life itself.

My challenge to you is to do what the universities and colleges are unprepared to do. Do what it takes to get this freshman class involved. Lower your dues, spend more on advertising, work with other organizations to get the message out. Before you can do anything with this generation, they have to know that there are opportunities to continue what was started in their lives four years ago. Expanding your ranks, however, does nothing if there is no substance behind your program. More is needed from you and from your colleagues to make a difference, to give this next class the opportunities that you probably didn’t have. One always hear of parents worrying about what they are leaving their children, but one doesn’t have to be a parent to think of how their actions are going to affect those even just a few years younger. You have a chance to lay the groundwork for lasting change.

A large organization will do nothing if your actions are the same as always. To implement lasting change you need to look at how your entire program is run. This, I realize, is no easy task. It is hard enough to plan for the next semester; I’m asking you to plan for the next half decade. Sit down with your organization, form committees, and start an actual discussion as to where you are going on your campus. Actions without a vision and a plan are effectively meaningless. Question your goals. Is service just enough, or do you need to start promoting advocacy? If so how? Is there a way to better teach those below you the importance of what you do? Do you understand the importance of what you do? If you can’t answer these questions, and many others, then you have a lot of work to do, so start now! Don’t wait! Do it tomorrow, or next week at the latest. Talk to your members, bring them together, and lead the conversation. When you have a clear vision from the voice of your colleagues, vote on it, and figure out how to implement it. Perhaps most importantly, elect leadership that will listen to your voice, and follow your decisions. Every day that passes without this conversation occurring, means this opportunity has slipped a little bit further from your grasp. It is not too late to do what needs to be done, but one can not delay. Fortunately every semester marks an opportunity to start anew, and with the right vision that one semester is all you need.

Finally, and this is the hardest, change how you yourself operate. Put aside the differences you have with each other in implementing this goal. I know how hard it is. I failed at this often, but you still have to try, and try earnestly. Realize that sometimes the method to get there is not as important as the goal, so long as the method is upright and honest. This personal change works both ways though. If you have to put aside your differences with the leadership, the leadership needs to always remember that their position is an obligation, and a gift, not a mandate. And that the trust of power does not necessitate a right to power, and a right to do what you want, when you want.

Follow this advice, and I believe you’ll see an improvement not just in the organizations you care so much about, but in yourself as well. That by trying to create an opportunity for this incoming class (and those that will follow), you will improve your own opportunities as well. And by leading others towards leadership, friendship, and service, you and they alike will find that at the heart of it, those principles are one and the same.

Thank you for your time,

Neil Hudelson

Taxes and You

CNN tried to act like a real news source today, and produced information both objective and useful to the average American. Surprised? So was I. Since a lot of people--especially older adults, surprisingly--seem confused about what the McCain and Obama tax proposals mean to them. Disregard the fact that a President doesn't propose legislation, or have the power to actually change the tax law. If they did get their way, however, this is what their tax program would mean to you:

Life Update

Kiddos, life is good.

First.

Let me say that as I'm writing this, my incredibly supportive and loving friends are purchasing a ticket for me back to Indiana to spend what I'm sure will be a wonderful long weekend. I love them all. I'll be coming in October 1st, and leaving that Monday. Prepare your hearts, minds, and livers accordingly.

Second.

I've found a new inner strength through a source I'm sure many people have used before. Sometimes I feel that the spirit of this man who lived for us here on earth, to bring us out of our worldly misery into a new light is flowing through me, and permeates every inch of my body. When I think of his works, I find peace inside. If it's not obvious already, if you are asking "Who is this wonderful person whose life work serves our human brothers" I'm talking of course of Billy Joel. My job is incredibly fulfilling, and I'll miss it a lot. Even the most fulfilling job doesn't guard against the stresses of life though. That's why lately when I'm feeling stressed, usually from financial matters, I turn to the Gospel of Billy J:



Third.

As far as my life in South Carolina goes, I wasn't kidding about the fulfilling part of the job. As some of you may know, I'm working on a really cool Sustainability project. The project my office is producing involves renovating 3 historic houses so that they are more energy efficient--Using solar technology, energy efficient lights, better and eco-friendly insulation--things like that. A parallel project is in the works. It is the brainchild of a really cool student here who is very dedicated to the cause of environmental sustainability. He noticed that the dining halls put out a lot of food waste here. Five Thousand Pounds to be exact. Per dining hall. 20,000 pounds a week in all. A WEEK! 20,000! It boggles my mind. Since our island land fill is...well full...waste like this ends up being incinerated. With lots of human waste, incineration is understandable as recycling isn't always possible. With food waste though, it just doesn't make sense to incinerate that much food, putting all of its carbon in the atmosphere, when local farmers and gardeners could benefit from such a bounty.

This student researched urban composters and found one that is perfect for a crowded city like Charleston. It is custom built to fit any location. It can process any amount of waste that you specify. It produces both solid and liquid fertilizer, so farmers and gardeners can use the solid type, and the college can fertilize its lawn with the liquid type. It produces no odor. It's perfect. Oh yeah, and it costs $300,000 per composter. With 4 needed, that's $1.2 million dollars needed. Did I mention the college is near broke? Since $1.2 million is probably impossible, we are trying for the cost of 1 composter. The money saved from not having to cart away the waste can be slowly accumulated until another one is affordable, starting the process over again. Since it really doesn't make sense to stop the release of carbon by incineration, only to put more into the air by transporting all this compost on trucks, he wants to convert diesel trucks to veggie oil, which can be filled up at the same dining hall where we are making the compost.

All in all, this is a very expensive, very hard project. I'm amazed he would take it on--I know I would never have had the time as a student. To do what I can to help him, I decided to try to find funding for his cause. After about 5 straight days of searching, I found a grant for up to $500,000 for research into waste reduction, including composting. The catch is, it will only cover 25% of overhead (you know, equipment, like a $300,000 composter and a $10,000 bio-diesel truck)--or $87,000. Still its a great start. The other catch is that it has to be research into waste reduction. As soon as I get word from the student in charge of all of this, I'm going to try to form a coalition between local farmers, the college, Charleston Recycling, the City's Green Council, and the Environmental Science department to start a research/case study project that will allow us the grant to get this project going (and hopefully these partners will chip in on the cost). So that's what's taking up about 75% of my time at work.

Remember. Click on the links on the left. Daddy needs a new pair of shoes.

Politics and the Media.

I've signed on to the T. Boone Pickens' energy plan (http://www.pickensplan.com). Now that my name is on board, how could it fail? If you haven't checked it out, please do. Frankly it just makes sense. Also it was created by a man whose name leads me to believe he was conceived when his mother had a fuck-fest with Yosemite Sam, Foghorn Leghorn, and every blues guitarist from Stax records.

Two days after I signed on, Governor Richardson from New Mexico became a supporter. Richardson, who ran a very honorable campaign during this past primary, and whose campaign cornerstone was the idea of an apollo project for alternative energy, is a politician whom I've come to trust almost completely in both domestic and foreign policy. If he's on board, I know it's a good plan. For your convenience, I've included a video explaining it. Kind of me, right?



In more political news, God Bless Comedians. In 1974, Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein uncovered crucial evidence in the Presidential scandal that would eventually come to be known as Watergate. Their evidence and investigation led to the downfall of Nixon, and is considered a shining example of the 4th estate. Thinking "That's probably enough for a century" the press has been on vacation ever since.

In the meantime the rights and duties have been transferred onto a snide, sniveling group of citizens called Comedians. In the last 8 years, their role in the government has shined, but as of late they have been curiously absent, leaving the press to ask our elected officials the hard hitting questions that reveal to us, the viewers, just what it is we need to know about the policies governing our country. Of course this hasn't happened. To be fair, Kanye was arrested at an airport, so the war, the economy, and our looming energy crisis really can wait just a little longer.

Fortunately the comedians have stepped it up lately. First was the Daily Show's stupendous coverage of the Republican and Democratic National Primaries. They are the first ones to take Sarah Palin to task, and all with a message that it's ok to question the credentials of the VP Candidate, even if she is a woman. That message is sadly lost on the press.

If you haven't seen it, their response to the Conservative Pundit's response to Palin, and their cries of Media Sexism--somehow ON the night she was nominated (That's some fast sexism!)--is flung back in their faces in such a way that reminds me of TDS back when Colbert and Carrell were writers:



Their hard hitting attack at the cries of sexism, should've paved an immediate path for the media to begin to question Palin on her issues, rather than be scared shitless of being called a sexist (something they were never afraid of when Clinton was running). Instead it took them almost 3 weeks, when Charlie Gibson took her to task. Seriously, what has the world come to when Charlie Gibson has become journalism's hardest hitting newsman?

But did the Daily Show stop there? Hells no! When everyone else was amazed a woman could be that tough, TDS actually questioned her words. (I don't care if this clip is decidedly biased. I'm a community organizer, so fuck the Republicans. You know I used to respect McCain? In my very liberal office, I would defend the idea of conservatism as vital to a healthy dialogue in the nation. You know what? I was wrong. Fuck McCain, Fuck the Republicans, and definitely fuck Palin. I hope every conservative hack job who would rather turn to their bible than actually use reason and logic, who would give up constitutional freedoms in order to strengthen the executive power under a President who was a C-student, and bankrupted his first 5 businesses, and who would support the placing of our citizens in harms way by invading a sovereign country, loses their job in the next election, and every idiotic voter who would support them sees their worst nightmares come true by having their taxes raise 90% to pay for socialized medicine. Fuck them and their little dog too....But I digress):



Finally, Tina Fey had a masterful performance satirizing Sarah "Lipstick" Palin on the opening of this weekend's SNL. While TDS has a limited audience, I think this clip reaches a much bigger audience, and hopefully causes them to question the woman who could be our President just a little bit:



That's all I have to say about that.

P.S. If you don't know what I"m talking about with Charlie Gibson, here's the best clip of the interview (the whole thing is kind of dry):



I mean GEEZ! I KNOW WHAT THE BUSH DOCTRINE IS! I AM ACTUALLY MORE QUALIFIED TO BE VP THAN SARA FUCKING PALIN! ARGH SHE COULD BE OUR PRESIDENT!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US REPUBLICANS?!?!

YMCA Field Day

We just received some beautiful pictures of the YMCA Field Day project--my office's first big outing. I thought I'd share.
-Neil




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Productivity

Today at work I created a fundraiser to send students on service trips to other countries for spring break, found a grant for $500,000 for a sustainability initiative, coordinated a voter registration drive, counseled 6 freshmen on volunteering in the community, and still had time to make this:



(If you don't get it, you are not nerdy enough for me:)

Crossroads of Two Cultures

Part of the reasons I decided to take a job after college that paid well below what I made in high school, and to do it in a place where I knew absolutely no one, was because of what is termed by people I dislike "self-discovery." (I prefer the even more masturbatory term "ego-actualization.") I wanted to know how I handled life when all my support systems have been removed--financial, social, familial. Furthermore I wanted to gain first hand knowledge of cultures different than mine, whether that be socio-economic, or more in the ways of norms and mores.

It's fascinating to know that This night I was walking to Wal-Mart for cereal, laundry detergent, and wine (yeah wine at Wal-Mart. Did you know you can't buy it with foodstamps? Assholes!). On the way their I ran into a person from a culture I had only read about--the Gullah/Geechee. The Gullah (Geechee in Georgia) are a culture unique to America evolved from the Lowcountry area of South Carolina and Georgia. Because of many different factors, the population in these two areas of black people to white was wildly in favor of black. Due to this, their culture became the dominant one, even if socio-economically the people weren't. This was enhanced after the civil war when many of the areas in which the Gullah people lived saw an exodus of white civilians. Eventually a unique language formed. A pidgin of various creole, and African languages, and of course English. When you read the language (http://www.charlestonblackheritage.com/gullah.html) you think that perhaps its very similar to English, and that it would just be heavily accented.

You would be wrong, you silly silly girl.

When you hear it its very clear that this is not English, nor any language you have heard. Think of it as seeing a text of Portuguese, recognizing Spanish phrases, and thinking you could speak Portuguese if faced with it because of some slight familiarities with what you already know. As a person who has studied languages for some years now, the very idea that America as we know it can produce new languages is fascinating. Of course there are examples of the pidgin spoken in New Orleans, but this was a love-child of the amount of cultures mixing together. In the lowcountry, however, it wasn't so much cultures intersecting, but one culture being allowed to flourish. In other words it developed in the same way English, French, or Arabic developed--organically due to isolation. Fascinating.

Speaking of language, the slight amount of Arabic I knew came in handy today, making me want to learn much more. A student came into my office to find some service opportunities. She was obviously Muslim, or from a Muslim culture. After talking with her a little bit I found out she was originally from Syria, attended the University of Jordan, married, and then moved here. Now she was getting a degree in accounting (all of her pharmaceutical credits from Jordan didn't transfer). We became very chatty, very open. Though my amount of arabic is equivalent to a newborns', the interest I showed in her culture was enough I think. On a side-note she was strikingly beautiful, which now makes the tally of Girls From Charleston With Whom Neil Has Fallen In Love number 23.

Even more fascinating for me, is watching other people have their eyes opened by discovering the culture that is hidden from them. Our first big project of the year involved going to a local YWCA, and bringing CofC students to work with the after school program there. These girls--and I say this factually, without any sense of pejoration--rich, white girls surrounded by rich, white girls. They have never really seen the other cultures in America. They did, however, volunteer to knowingly go to a place that was outside of their culture zone, and interact with a type of person they probably never had before. They should be applauded. We had a debriefing afterwards, and many of the girls were absolutely shocked by what they had seen. Charleston is a rich city, but with no middle class. You are either rich, or in the ghetto. These women had never seen the ghetto. Small children were innocently asking "Where'd all you white people come from?" The college is only 4 blocks away from this place--4 blocks and little black children had never seen a white woman, and white women had never seen the poverty that surrounded them. That's how segmented this city is.

It's horrifying and fascinating at the same time to see. It's not that the rich men and women of Charleston by any means try to force this (at least not all of them), it's just that so much of the culture is still left over from the brutal history of the last 200 years, that even if the minds and hearts of the citizens feel no hatred towards each other, the separation still exists. This time no law or institution is keeping it this way, just cultures so different that they are like oil and water.**

Bitches.

Everyone knows that most women are vindictive, petty--yet cunningly smart--animals that need to be conquered like a wild horse. That said, some have shown a remarkable talent for tenderness once an overdeveloped zygote shoots out of their womb. This dichotomy of nurture/hatred has always piqued my curiosity, and was brought to the forefront of my 10% larger brain by a conversation recently.

I was in a car with 4 women, and as always was keeping quiet and minding my own business; I was simply listening in on the conversation. They were talking about the best breakup songs. Now I don't necessarily have a breakup song. Usually each song is tailored to the breakup. For an emotionally draining one, perhaps I will listen to Beck's Lost Cause. For one that gives me relief, any Tom Petty will do. Probably one that always rings true, and perhaps comes closest to a perennial breakup song is Oasis's (yes that is correct grammar you fucks) "Don't Look Back in Anger." The songs these women were listen to, however, spanned from almost anything by Alanis Morissette, to that one by Carrie Underwood that made me turn off the radio all last summer (something about keying his car?). [Editor's Note: These song choices were honest, and not some attempt at portraying a cliche. I am above such moves.] Why such anger? Is it because they have not experienced fulfillment by procreation? Or are they naturally like this?

Comments?

It was like watching a Michael Bay movie, but only completely opposite in every sense.

Last night I went to a poetry slam that a friend of a friend organized. This was a new experience, to say the least. I heard this type of poetry before, but not often. Purdue does not exactly foster the type of environment in which these contests occur. Come to think of it, Indiana doesn't really foster that type of environment. Or most of the Midwest. On my way there, I was a bit apprehensive because I thought that I would stick out as what these kids today call "n00bs." Fortunately it seemed most in the crowd had never been to a slam before, and were just as curious as I was. The slam worked by groups of spectators would rate each poet, hold up their rating on a board, and the average score was worked out.

My group wanted to give every poet and every poem a 10, almost every single time. I may not know much about slams, but I do know poetry. The poets there were some of the best of the south, so all of them of course were going to be good. The ability of the poet to "move you" was not in question. How well each was at delivery, uniqueness, cleverness, honesty, form, rhythm, these factors had to be thought of before rating each poem. Most of the group, however, either didn't want to rate them at all (the "how can I rate someone's heart and sou?" argument--they want to be rated or they wouldn't be on stage), or had decided that a rating could only be based on emotional response.

On the way home, the experience made me start to think of how one should balance the feeling an artwork evokes in you, and its technical prowess. Just how does one regard art? Should one be rated more than the other? Does a truly great work have to have a balance of both? Or can something shine because it has such a profuse amount of one factor?

I have always been pleased with the AFI's Top 100 Films list. While I may not agree with all the selections on it, the list does a remarkable job of including some films that are probably only on there due to the technical feats it accomplished (ie Star Wars), while others are on there probably due to just the welling of emotions one gets while watching the film (Mr. Smith Goes to Washington). The top of that list, however, is reserved for those brilliant films that serve as an outstanding example of all those ways in which a work of art can shine.** The #1 film is Citizen Kane. It took me awhile to understand why this was so. The first time I watched it I realized it certainly was a good film, but a great film? I had trouble seeing it. Slowly though, I began to realize just how well put together the film was technically. Every aspect of the mis en scene serves to underscore the narrative. Not only did Orwell perfect lighting techniques, camera spanning (has anyone done it better since?), and invented new editing styles, he pushed these to new heights, some of which have yet to be reached again. Whenever a friend asks why I like the film so much, I have trouble explaining just how great Orwell's directing is. Part of the reason is that these techniques that were brand new in the film, have been used so often in the following 67 years that they no longer seem new--just a matter of course.

I realized on the ride home, that in admiring this film on its technical merits, an injustice is done by ignoring the way almost every actor played his or her part to the fullest. Orwell himself was the greatest in the film--he never was able to reach this acting height again. Watch his eyes in the film! Almost every emotion a man can have is played out just in his eyes. When needed, Orwell stripped the film of fancy camera and lighting work; he simplified the all that riff-raff to allow the characters to shine.

I've posted my favorite scene below. The scene takes place soon after Kane has acquired his inherited fortune, and has taken over the Inquirer newspaper. He is in the process of transforming it. Like the title character, the newspaper has an ambiguous identity. Half of it is an earnest journalistic endeavour, meant to bring out a truth that the other newspapers have been ignoring. The other half is an ugly rag, inventing yellow journalism, and being anything but honest. In this scene, however, Kane has yet to fall from grace (a fall that is as magnificent as Macbeth), and all of his noble ambition is laid out for all to see. His fall is more wrenching than his rise is delightful, but every time I see this scene, I hope that maybe this time Kane won't betray himself.





On a completely different subject, I'm not the only one taking the zombie invasion threat seriously. I hope the two candidates read this article:

http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/2783/how-would-the-u-s-military-fight-attack-by-a-zombie-army


**The exception to this is Singing in the Rain. Seriously, WTF AFI? This film is a fine, entertaining flick, but top 10?! The acting is nothing but average, the narrative was created to fit the songs, not the other way around, and the songs themselves were half plagiarized! The only decent thing about this movie was its editing and stage effects. Like hell that makes it belong in the top 10.

I hath caught the plague.

It's 9:42 pm. I should've been in bed an hour ago. But the DNC is this week, and I must see what Jon Stewart has to say about yesterday's events. Must have political witticisms...

Every year I've gotten sick on the first week of school. Since, as many know, skipping class is only for when you are hungover, not sick, I always make it there. Strangely, about half the class is missing the next week...

But I thought "Hey! I'm out of college now, however temporary that may be (Go Go LSAT/GRE study manuals!), so surely I'll be OK now." What I didn't consider is that with all the students coming back, this will be one of the busiest weeks of the year. So today I got to go to work with a 103 fever, speak with a bunch of freshmen, meet the Volunteer Corps group, and appear on live television at the Live 5! (Motto: I'm too sick to think of something clever.) noon broadcast. Video posted later. I felt like a whore. The college is sponsoring the drive almost in name only, but I got to make it sound like this was a great opportunity for freshman to get involved with the community. As involved as one can get by dumping two cans of diced pineapple into a cardboard box. Maybe it'll get some students to our office and we can show them how to do some real good in the world. I don't know.

And now, story time.

Two years ago when I was an RA (or, as my friend's know it, Neil's Alcoholic Period.), I didn't exactly get along with my Staff Resident--a student supervisor. We weren't enemies, but we definitely weren't friends. This was made worse by the fact that I thought he was treating me unfairly with regard to his actions towards other RAs, and I'm a petty petty person, so I never really addressed the issue with him. That following summer, he invited all the remaining staff out to his house for some sort of picnic. I went out of the temptation for free food. It turns out that he had once been employed in the same position as my summer job, and he hated my boss as much as I did. I believe his words were "I wouldn't exactly consider him a person." From there on we were a lot better.

Now my SR, Ben, was about to get married. As a joke I had a mutual friend who was going to the wedding bring the happy couple 3 gallons of cranberry juice. (Confused? Visit here: http://www.honeymooncystitis.com/ Cranberry juice is a home remedy.) Here is where the fun begins.

There was another Neil invited to that wedding. My friend didn't put my last name on the gift tag. The happy couple thought the other Neil had given it. The other Neil hadn't gone to the wedding, and hadn't given a gift. When he received a thank-you note from the couple, he thought they were being sarcastic and didn't talk to them for months. A year later when I asked them if they enjoyed the cranberry juice, their jaws dropped in surprise. It all made sense.

Fast forward a year. An old friend of mine is driving across the nation visiting potential graduate schools, and camping along the way. He stops in Montana (approximately 1,500 miles away from Indiana). The car next to him has Purdue tags. He asks the campers if, out of the 40,000 students at Purdue, had they met a Neil Hudelson. Their reply? "Tell him thank you for the cranberry juice."

And that's the way it was.

Update

Watching the DNC.

Holy Shit Michelle Obama is hot right now.

Life update 1.

I haven't really wrote about anything I've been doing for about 3 weeks, so let's get it all out at once, shall we?

I may not get paid much, but one fortunate side effect is that people take pity on you and pay for things. Case in point, two weekends ago I got to drive to Charlotte, which is a beautiful city, spend two days there including theme parks and museum visits, all meals paid for, then drive back. Oh and they gave me money for gas. All because--side note, Sen. Claire McCaskill just called Truman an independent during the DNC. Truman was a machine politician that was chosen as VP simply to win his state--a coworker needed to have some oral surgery in Charlotte, and her parents didn't want to take the time to drive down and back twice.

Then this weekend...absolutely nothing happened. So you are thinking, "Life sucks for Neil, it being so boring and all. Too bad he's broke and can't do anything fun." You would be WRONG! Here's what happens when you have no money and lots of time. You make your own fucking fun! I get this call from Chocolate Bear, announcing that there are a group of people walking through downtown Indy. I of course think "How can this be taken to the next level." Try 300 zombies shuffling through downtown Charleston, ending with 20 of them doing the Thriller Dance in what used to be a slave market. Right? Yeah, it's happening. I'll update you as it comes together.

So other than that, the only other things in my life is that an ex-girlfriend--or whatever you would call her--is engaged. My first girlfriend has gotten hitched already. I never felt sad over either. With the now engaged one, the break-up was pretty easy as it was apparent we were both in different places, both geographically and developmentally. So even though I felt very close to her, probably more than she or others knew, I wasn't hurt by the break up. With the hitched-girl I felt very grateful for every decision I had ever made when I found out her wedding was Rome themed. Yes. The guests, bride, groom, etc. dressed in Togas. I'm not making this up.

Anyway, you would think I would feel really weird with people in my life entering almost-final stage of maturity, but I only feel a sense of bewilderment. Bewilderment at the fact that this doesn't bother me at all. I feel that friend after friend has this energy to unite with someone else. The only energy I feel right now is an energy to improve myself--a decidedly more selfish energy. It's a very odd feeling. I've been having odd flashes. Dreams where I am teaching people, and crowds are gathering. Two nights ago I had a flash that I would die young. I feel a sudden urgency to learn about Buddhism, Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, legal theory, philosophies of social movements, and foreign policy modes. In short, I'm a 23 year old almost jobless, poverty stricken male with a messiah complex.

So...that's fun.

Song of today: The Jayhawks - Blue.

I am a genius.

Discovery Last Night:

Baby Bottle

+

Scotch

= Worry Free Drinking

A day in the park.

"Welcome, fans, to the start of preseason football, here in Madison Park. As many of you fans may remember, last year's finals saw one hell of an upset after 12 years of NFC domination. The NFC has regrouped, however, and are looking to show that last year's upset was a fluke that will not be repeated."

"Right you are Fred. It doesn't look good for the NFC, however. After last season the AFC's recruiting power was unlike anything they had seen in years. After some brutal negotiations, they scored a star quarterback. Though largely untested after only playing 2 years in College, the AFC is betting that youth will trump experience in this year's play-offs. And I've seen enough sports movies to tell you that youth always triumphs over will."

"And both teams are taking the field, Will. Now astute fans watching right now may notice something odd about both teams--"

"If I'm not mistaken, both sides are missing a number of key players."

"That's right Will. In a surprise maneuver, neither team wants a full roster before the regular season starts. They believe by denying the other side a full enemy, they will not be able to formulate a good defense."

"That is an interesting strategy, Fred. One could argue that the earlier you have a full team, the earlier you can develop a cohesive offense to dominate the game."

"Yes, one could argue that."



"Both sides are lining up at the line of scrimmage. There appears to be some confusion on the AFC side. It appears that Clinton is trying to take the field as quarterback. There's some chatting going on...and yes, Obama is back in position."

"Not so fast there Fred, Hillary is coming back on the field. This time with her husband in toe. Both are now trying to convince Obama to let all three of them play Quarterback."

"It looks like Coach Howard is sorting out the confusion...and yes! Obama is still the quarterback."

"On the other side of the line, McCain is trying to get the Ref to allow all three on the field."

"He won't have much time to do that, Fred. And here's the snap! Obama fades back looking for an open spot. Gore is running down the sidelines, clearly open. Obama fakes to Gore. Oh! Dodges a nasty attempt by a linebacker...And then throws it to an oil lobbyist."

"Risky move, that one, Fred. A lot of Obama's strength before this season began was based on his ability to withstand that tough blocking on the side of the NFC. It seems this one got through though."

"The NFC now has possession of the ball. The snap to McCain. He hands it off to Military. Gain of 5 yards!"

"The NFC is in a good position now. Making headway into AFC territory. What's that going on the field?"

"It appears McCain is walking off the field. Any report on that Fred?"

"Arthritis, Will. There is a storm front coming, and, as Coach Bush put it 'His shuckin' knee is a actin' up.'"

"Tough break for the NFC. Without a Quarterback it looks like they will have to--"

"What is this! It looks like Lieberman is tearing off his jersey and running across the scrimage line. Yes, yes I think he is switching sides! No, no he's not putting on an NFC jersey. He's actually playing skins now, but taking queues from both sides. He is now dry-humping McCain's knee back to life."

"It's appeared to have worked, Fred, as McCain is coming back, waiving to the crowd from his waist."

"As we end the first quarter, Obama is going to have to find some quick replacements from the bench to shore up his defense."

"Not a problem, whatever the fuck your name is (i'm too lazy). Eisenhower, Moseley, Anderson, Chafee, Nixon (Julie), Leach, and Hagel are rushing the field to fill in Lieberman's hole."

"And that will wrap up the end of the first quarter, with both remaining even on the field. No territory gained or loss, except for Paul's phantom game off to the sidelines, in which he has killed both referees, and abolished yard markers and end zones. Stick around for the start of the second quarter after this quick commercial break."

Filler...

So I know this blog is to update people on living in Charleston. Frankly nothing all that interesting has happened here. The ocean is great, people are great, history is amazing (I live in a pirate town!!!!!!!!), but events have been mundane. I promise to share my adventures when I have them.

In the meantime...

I was trying to think of my top 5 (because base 10 rocks!), desert island, favorite songs of all time. This is much harder than it sounds. First you have to consider emotion. If you are depressed when coming up with a list, you will have a tendency to favor darker songs much more than lighthearted ones. Also the time of year will surely influence you, just as it will subtly alter your personality. Knowing all of this I still thought I could narrow down what I considered time and again the best songs I've heard, of any genre, of any time period. Of course I'm limited in that I don't listen to much classical or opera, and the jazz I do listen to I rarely put as my favorite, so really this should be a top 5 pop/modern list. Fuck it though, this is my blog.

In order:

1. Sam Cooke - A Change is Gonna Come.
The first thing strikes me about any song is its musical value. Lyrics come second. A well written set of lyrics can trump poor music, but it's rare (example: Any Tom Waits song). This piece, Cooke's swan song, has some of the most striking orchestration I've ever heard on a pop song. Ray Charles would emulate this style on a lot of his later songs, but to a much more garish extent. The orchestration syncs perfectly with the lyrics and the vocals, none of them outdoing the other. All creating a beautiful tapestry on which all of Cooke's frustrations of the racial problems in America, and eerily foreshadows his own death just slight of a year later. Unfortunately no video has surfaced of Cooke performing this song. He did sing it on live television--3 days before the Beatles appeared on Ed Sullivan. Any footage of this has disappeared.



2. Billie Holiday - Autumn in New York.
Many people have sang this song; Lady Day did it best. Nick Hornsby, or maybe it was John Cusack, asked "Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was i miserable because I listened to pop?" Does one listen to this song when longing for a nostalgic, perfected, fantasy that probably never was, or does one long because of the song? The intense longing for a simple, low key comfort found in shortening sun, and the last burst of joy before the onset of winter depicted through the lyrics are transformed to a vivid, yet muted painting by the strength of her vocals. Read "In a Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound if you are having a hard time understanding what I mean.
The best visual I could find on youtube:


3. Delorian - Violence in the Snowy Fields

I can't explain this one. The music, lyrics, and vocals are great, but not the best ever. I just really fucking like it. Always has. I heard this song about the time I found my confidence. It's message synced with my feelings at the time, and I've been hooked ever since. No youtube of it, since they aren't that big. You can find them on Amazon though, with some great reviews.
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_dmusic?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-music&field-keywords=Violence+in+the+snowy+fields&x=0&y=0

4. Tony Rice - Prisoner's Waltz.
Most people probably won't like this, since it is traditional, verging on bluegrass. Give it a chance though. I think it lives up to its name. It portrays the tragic in the mundane. Once again no full song, just a preview:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Prisoners-Waltz/dp/B0010W9CQA

5. The Ike Reilly Assassination - When Irish Eyes Are Burning Bright.
SO this song probably wont' stay on this list permanently. In fact it will be awhile until I nail down the final desert-island song. But in the meantime this one will do. At first listen its a standard rock song about drinking and fighting. Ok actually that is what it is on the 20th listen. However for me it does something. I listen to it I want to get drunk, fight, fuck, maybe all at the same time. I want to put my fist through a window, piss off a guy bigger than me, spend more money than my life is worth, and find out the other mistakes I made when I wake up the next morning. Can you name many songs that make you want to do that? No? Well then don't criticize this song.

Oddly enough I couldn't find a video of this song, but I could find a free download of it here.
Right click, and save. You know the drill people.

So...there you go.

Life will smash you in the face!

Outside of the basic essential in life, there are 2 things every guy in the world needs. A sword, or a very large knife if this is impossible, and friends that will stomp you on the nuts with their fun. Unless you can go out for a few drinks and plan to be back by a little after midnight and instead you wake up at 2 pm the next day with a black eye, a sore throat, 34 cents in cash, blistered feet sans one toe, and it now burns to pee, oh dear Lord what was in that pipe, did I really pee on a hells angel's muffler, why does that Jane keep on looking at me funny? Then you don't have the right fucking friends! Everyone can find some people to share your feelings with and lean on for support, but there are only so many people out there who will share your same propensity for a complete disregard for personal safety after 15 mixed drinks at a house party where the house doesn't have an actual floor, just kind of a dirt concrete base, and the stairs have certain ones you have need to skip unless you know your tetanus booster is up to date. If you can find the toilet seat I wouldn't recommend using it.

So there I was, knee deep. It's a Friday night and I'm getting pizza at a joint that has what looks like penises as door handles (they claim its a mushroom) and I'm drinking a mixed drink that tastes like heaven and is called a Samuel Jackson (recipe: Orange Juice, Triple Sec, Gin, Lysergic acid diethylamide, and garnished with a monkey's thyroid). Who walks in and sits down at my table, but the girl I was supposed to live with, who kind of jerked me around and made me feel like I was going to be homeless for my first month in Charleston (I'm not bitter, that' just how it was. She's a nice person). She's, from what I gathered, kind of dating one of the guys I was hanging out with. We'll call him Matt, since that's his name.

At this point I want to say that I've seen the Dark Knight twice now. The Academy needs to collect every best actor award ever given, plus all the awards coming up, and melt them down into one giant fucking Oscar to be given to Heath Ledger's family. Al Pacino can keep his.

After slamming some Sammy Jacks, we-skipping the fun, yet not fun to read next 8 hours--drink until 5 am. Sunrise #1.

I wake up at 1 pm, take a nap at 2. Run to the beach and back. Then get ready for round 2.

Nine pm I am drinking in a fucking church! Under a stained glass window, with the good Lord, I'm assuming, smiling down on us. Two hours later I'm in this pub with a band playing acoustic jam covers of Kanye West. By the way, this whole night was a going away event for a coworker. She gets the band to hand out tequila shots, which means I'm pissing in public tonight, and probably saying inappropriate things to people I don't know. We find out that the girl who is going away has never done a certain thing most college students try once. We'll call it Picking Out a Toothbrush. Well fortunately one of my posse's brothers happened to have a bag of toothbrushes (Sorry Mom), so we head over to his house. Now generally when I'm brushing my teeth, I feel like someone's shoved a wood file down my esophagus and have filled my eyes with superglue. It also feels like I can shoot cold fire out of my hands, so you know, it's a trade off. This stuff however was slightly less abrasive than oxygen.

Best thing about this particular blend of toothbrushes, my feet became supercharged. You know how in sonic the hedgehog you can hold the down button and he'll start running in place really quickly, then when you release its all chariots of fire and shit? It was like that. Then, then, then, a guy JUMPS OVER ANOTHER PERSON. I don't know if that really sinks in from the words, so I've recreated the scene below:


I bet you aren't making fun of my supercharged feet now!

Alright, I haven't had food in 20 hours. Peace.