While I'm certainly no "fixed-gear bike kid", this video I think is pretty impressive. And I dig the music. Although I feel the juxtaposition of such intense rhythms, artsy editing with simple bicycle riding is a little funny.
If you like bikes.... I guess enjoy. If you don't.... go ahead and laugh.
I fell down tonight and really fucked up my legs. I spent a good deal of time washing out my cuts with hydrogen peroxide. That stuff is vile, and reallllly burns. but I think they're clean. To be honest, I'm really paranoid about getting scars now. I'll have to hit up CVS and get some Maderma.
But for a good while my legs will be looking like shit.
and I was just about to get my tan on!
Hopefully with liberal amounts of hydrogen peroxide I can speed up the healing process.
When I got home I was approached by an elderly African American woman. She told me that she had finished her night shift cleaning one of the VCU offices and her car broke down. She didn't have AAA, and she had no money to get home. So I called the cab company and asked how much cab fare would be for her to get home. 12-15 bucks? That seems like a lot! But I didn't want to leave this woman hanging. Although she could have been jiving me, she seemed incredibly sincere, and I believe that she really couldn't get home. So I gave her the money, and she said she would pay me back since she worked right across the street.
I thought about weighing my perspective of human goodness on whether or not this woman keeps to her word. If she returns the money I gave her, then obviously at least there is one good person out there, and if not then I guess I lost $15. In the big scheme of things $15 isn't a big deal. I'll earn multiples of $15 within my lifetime, so the value isn't really the issue. I guess what matters is that I felt compelled enough to help out this woman who didn't have a way to get home. And I guess I'm glad I did that. I don't want to be that cynical person who believes everyone is naturally bad, and that this poor woman was spinning me a story.
End of story, this old woman gave me a kiss on the cheek and called a cab on my phone. I wonder if I'll ever see her again.
It isn't often that I post something done by a friend of mine, but I stumbled across this last night, I guess being sort of a creeper. Allison did this for a school project, or so her Vimeo says, and it's just the thing I needed to re-watch this morning.
My Anthropology professor is an awesome guy. He's an "absent minded professor" but his experiences doing ethnography are inspiring, motivating, and at times, frightening. His studies focused on Shamanism in South America with the Mazatec peoples. Prof. Abse doesn't like talking about his experiences, but since we're studying shamanism in his class, he has been willing to open up.
However, last class he became jumbled, which isn't uncommon, and couldn't continue the lecture properly. He told us that he is skeptical of Shamanic healing, and a student asked him if a bad experience was the cause of this. He said yes, in the village he was studying at a bout of cholera had broken out and several people died. This young man was brought to the hut he was staying in with the Shaman, and it was clear that he was going to die if they didn't get him to a hospital. However, the young man's frightened sister took him to another Shaman, who advised he shouldn't accept western medicine. The young man was dead by morning.
It was clear that Prof. Abse was hung up on probably many more disturbing things he had experienced during his ethnography, and couldn't continue the lecture because of it.
The ethical implication connected with ethnographic field study I'm sure are hard to bear, and knowing exactly what someone needs to do in order to survive and illness and not be able to help him because of cultural differences is something I never considered.
I had way too much coffee around 11:30 and I'm only just crashing. It's 3 AM! Goddamn!
I've been doing French homework, and I stopped in the middle, There's still so much to do. I also have to do corrections on a big packet of homework that was returned to me. I'm not going to stress out about it, I just need to get my shit together.
Took my art history exam, definitely won't be making a 100% on it, but oh well, I'll make up for it with the final.
Finally nailed down a volunteer opportunity! I'm missing Archaeology, but I think it's worth it to get this done.
I've been inspired by Zane's DIY attitude (he recently dyed some shoes and they look amazing), I want to recreate this:
Balmain Spring '09
Like....badly. I think that if buy a set of studs I'm going to want to stud EVERYTHING I own.
I haven't blogged in a day or so, or two days or so, or I don't know, I'm not keeping count, but the point is is that I'm going to make more of an effort to blog every day. School has been stressing me out like whoa, which explains why I spent my whole day working on papers and such today. Though, I have to say it's nice that I've been able to do some fun things. I played The Sims recently, which was way too much fun. I used to play that, seriously, 24/7 with my sisters when we were younger, that game is awesome. Zane and I play it and it's grreeeaattt. Thursday night was Guild, Michele and I made cupcakes that were neon green, Guild's color at Slaughterrama '09, and they were delicious. I wish we had checked the ingredients beforehand because Zane couldn't have any, :(.
Friday morning was terrible. I woke up sick and couldn't enjoy breakfast with Zane, Michele, and Brian. However, by the middle of the day I was feeling a lot better and ended up going to this place called Texas Beach on the James River. Apparently my friends Ben and John found a cool little spot right off the river and now they all go there to hang out and have a good time. It was really pretty, and getting there reminded me of Oakton, with paths in the forest, and man-made wooden-plank bridges. (Christina, Kara, and Jackie: Do you guys remember those plank bridges behind our house? Are they still there? Remember hanging out with Megan by the creek that one time? Maybe not...)
After the river Zane and I went to Edo's Squid for a dinner date. That place was so nice! It's ridiculous that I had never been there before, because I can literally see my apartment building from the windows. We dressed up, which was nice, I never dress up for anything anymore. After wards we watched bad tv and passed out, hahaha.
and now I'm going to start my Witchcraft paper, which I have put off long enough.
"I've heard these Evangelists say, 'the reason why this is happening is because we are committing the sins of Sodom and Gomorra!' You've heard that line, haven't you? It is about time you read the Bible. If you go to Ezekiel 16: 49-50, these are the words you will read: 'And this was the sin of Sodom, that it was an arrogant people who live with indifference to the poor. A people that had affluence and cared not for the oppressed.' Read the bible. The thing that is wrong with most fundamentalists is they are so busy arguing the infallibility of scripture that they never ever bother to read it."
Oh my god school is kicking my ass right now. Time to make a to-do list for tonight:
1. French homework 2. Ethics paper, due Thursday, read islam chapter? 3. Begin Archaeology research paper: solidify thesis. 4. Finish reading Witchcraft readings and start formulating paper for next week 5. apply for job with the school of Education 6. Look up classes and figure out when to register 7. Find Ethics volunteer work. Get hours arranged.
it's going to be a long haul until the end of the semester. Jesus Christ.
Moving from the suburb of the Nation's Capital, to the former Confederate Capital of Richmond, VA, I am a student at Virginia Commonwealth University writing about the trials and tribulations of college life, and trying to get a grasp of "The Good Life".