Posts Tagged ‘art institute’

why so boring?

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008

Okay, I have an admission to make. You know how whenever anyone asks me what classes I’m taking this term, my stock reply is “boring classes”? That’s a total lie. My ‘Argumentation and Research’ class is fantastic, almost the perfect class - and it manages to maintain that level of approval in the face of it requiring me to write essays that include MLA citations, topic sentances, and thesis statements. As you know, I’m not a big fan of all that - and yet, it barely detracts from the class overall.

We have had some amazingly cool discussions, especially in the past couple of weeks - we talked about eating choices (omnivores v. everyone else), the implications and repercussions of our ‘war on terror’, and now this week about gender and race in politics. Huge discussions! Really good insight. I can’t remember anything in partcular, but I can’t remember much in particular usually, so that’s not really significant - it’s like putting a bunch of good tasting things together in a pot and cooking them until they turn in to something even tastier: stuff is stewing in my head as a result of the past few class discussions.

The only real distractions from the experience have come from one classmate in particular, who is one of those sort of akward people who is sort of constantly disruptive, offensive, and ignorant, but you get the feeling that he has no idea he’s doing it. Lacking in social graces, I guess you could say - and a certain amount of social grace is integral to being respected as a peer, at least as far as I’m concerned. At first I was getting a little annoyed that people were just putting up with him, and not really correcting him when he would shout stuff out in the middle of an otherwise serious discussion, but now, as of week #8, classmates as well as the instructor herself are starting to call him on it. I think the fact that he’s so vocal and tries so hard to participate indicates that he wants to be included as an equal, but before that happens he’s got to work out how to behave, and in that sort of situations he might resent the constant admonishment, but I can’t imagine that he won’t benefit from it.

It’s interesting - I guess I don’t really get enough chance to make intellectually-stimulating conversations in my typical social interaction, which is weird, considering all the smart people I hand out with. It feels like I’ve been starved for it. Maybe we don’t feel the need to be as confrontational or argumentetive around people who are friends, because we’re afraid that we might lose some of that friendship - whereas around strangers, there’s less to hold you back.  I’ve also noticed, on a somewhat personal though probably intriguing note, sexuality notwithstanding, I actually start feeling more attracted to girls if they’re smart and arguing with me - what does that mean, I wonder? Something to think about, for sure.

Please don’t shoot me

Sunday, September 7th, 2008

Last night, I dreamt I was wandering aroud the basement level of the art institute - but like most dreams, it was a sort of amalgamation of all the things I associate with the non-school-areas of AIPD: industrial decor, twisting pipes and hanging wires, valves with little luggage tags on them, scuffed poured concrete floors.

I was taking a shortcut to get outside after class, when this security guard found me. He told me I wasn’t supposed to be there - then immediatly started shouting at me to get down on the ground or he would shoot me. He was holding a gun on me, and I really thought he was going to shoot me no matter what - I was crying, I was so scared. He took my cellphone and my camera, and I tried to protetest, but he had that gun. Finally he asked for my wallet, and I tried to really slowly pull it out of my pocket in a completely non-theatening way. He pulled out my ID and looked at it.

Meanwhile, class had let out, and there were at least a couple dozen students walking past - but they weren’t doing anything to help me. Most people pretended to ignore me, like nothing was happening.

Finally, the guard accepted the fact that I was a student, and let me go, but refused to apologize or admit that he’d done anything wrong.

security guard watching

I guess the dream touched on a few key elements - my school, the cool industrial decor, my aversion to authority, fear of guns, and recent upswing in reports of abuse of power by people in positions of authority.

War and Death [best of from 2004]

Friday, June 27th, 2008

10:38 PM 3/20/03

Me, now.

War on terrorism, war on Iraq. Yesterday war was officialy declared on the country of Iraq. George Bush decided that we had to go in and take over the country. Here’s some reasons that he did it…

-Weapons. He claims that the Iraqi governent/military has weapons of ‘mass destruction’, possibly chemical or biological weapons. Which dosn’t seem too horrible, ’cause it’s not like _we_ don’t have any weapons like that… in fact, we’ve probably got way better stuff then they do anyway, so… and anyway, if they ever tried to _use_ the weapons, they would die. It’s a fact. The retaliation would be instant, and deadly. They wouldn’t survive. I would hate that.

-Oppression. I think the whole war propoganda thing has made a mistake in not promoting the ‘freeing Iraq’s oppressed people’ angle. I would be more inclined to go to war over human rights violations, oppression, or persecution then over weapons or trade policies.

-Oil. Let’s face it, there’s a whole bunch of oil in the middle east, and we’re a nation that consumes more oil then could ever be good for us. Other countries have oil trade going on with Iraq, and those countries, consequently, arn’t supporting our dumb little war. France, for instance. Everyone’s getting mad at France.

More on that subject. War makes people a little crazy. Sean said something wise and worth remembering today, something that I agree with. “It’s not the war that I’m scared of, it’s the way people act while we’re at war.” Stupid, childish stuff, like renaming french fries and french toast to freedom fries and freedom toast. Stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. The French are doing the right thing by distancing themselves from this conflict… it’s really just _our_ war, no the rest of the world’s. We’ve already got Great Britain aiding us with troops. We can’t just have everybody ganging up on Iraq…

So, it started out with some missiles being launched. Apparently, they thought they knew where Saddam Hussien was, and tried to take out the target of opportunity. Did it work? That’s a problem. Saddam has given several tv speeches since that bombing run, but it could be a look alike, or a pre-recorded message made for this purpose. Now, since then, there’s been several bombing runs by aircraft and Marines begining to invade. At several points they’ve been hindered by Iraqi retaliation, but it seems like most of the soldiers are just simply waiting to see our army so that they can surrender. British artillery is helping to cover the Marine ground troups on their way into Iraq. They’re moving towards Bahgdad.

While I certainly don’t support the war, now that it’s started, I can’t not be supportive of those fighting it. Now that they’re in the thick of it, or thin at this point, I guess, I really hope that we win. I hope that it’s over quickly, and there’s a bare minimum of casualties for both sides, military and civilian. Saddam certainly dosn’t deserve to die… just to be removed from power and from any influence he might have. Maybe put him in Alcatraz. I don’t know. Death isn’t a good thing, for any reason.

Well, the days are marching on. Spring break starts in two to four days, depending on how you count it… on saturday I’m going to a creative arts imposium with uncle steve, put on by the Portland Art Institute, where I’m thinking of attending college. I hope I get to. I really want to go to a good college for something I like to do and have fun getting my degree for whatever. Then, go on to get a job that I’ll be happy with. Make enough money to support myself, buy a cool house, get stuff, eat stuff, make stuff, sell music and a book, retire, and then just relax. Do what ever I want, and be able to because the working part of my life is over. Eventually, I’ll die.

That’s the thing I’m most scared about. Dying.

I can’t really even think about it too hard… it just scares me. I get all hung up on it, go over and over things in my head, keep thinking and thinking to that one moment where everything stops, and how it’s all temporary ’cause it’ll all end, and you don’t know when…

Death. Yuk. I hate it. Why would you die? It’s the whole law of nature thing. Of course, there’s stuff after death. My beliefs tell me that.

Heaven. Hell. One or the other, after you die. Sure, I belive that, but how does it work? Does your consiousness transfer to a different plane of existence? Are you still aware, able to think? Do you just get stuck in memories without any external input? I think that, at they end, when everyone’s being judged and thrown into Hell for eternity, I’m going to ask God to spare them. All of them. It’ll be over, he’ll have won. No point in damning all those people, they realize that you’re the winner. You’re the most powerfull. The creator. After death, everyone will realize what’s gonig on. Everyone will pay, or will be payed, for the things they did in life.

I could use assurance, I suppose, that everything’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to turn out alright. The war, I dont’ care about too much, it dosn’t directly effect me, at least not yet, not as far as I can tell. However, death does. God, I hope that no one dies. I won’t…

I was going to type that I won’t be able to take it, but I know I will. It’ll just be so hard… so weird… I hate thinking about this. No one should leave me.

Do you know how lucky you are, Matt? You’ve got a decent body, pretty good friends, a good school, top-notch parents who encourage and are good to you, live in a cool city, in a cool country, have enough money to be able to have fun mostly whenever you want to… You’ve got a lap top, a keyboard, a dreamcast… you’re taking two periods of computer classes with Mr. Farris. Matt, you’re having a great life. Don’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

11:05 PM 3/20/03