Wow, Pitt campus is dead when school's not in session. It's a wonder this place doesn't turn into a ghost town! Anyway, as you might expect, I'm back at Pitt awaiting the glorious (I do mean glorious) return! (B.t.w.: Caribou Coffee has good coffee & free wifi. You should check it out.)
Break wasn't bad, except that I didn't have internet the whole time. Talk about withdrawal syndrome, I was going nuts! On top of that, the home comp. is again infected with some really nasty mofo virus. Ugh! I can't keep fixing the dang thing every time I come home. Oh well, whatever. I'm going to do it for the rest of my life if I do IT work, so I better get used to it. (However, I'll get paid to do it when it's my job!)
I got the grades back: B, B, B-, C. Not the greatest, but definitely better than I thought I was gonna get in CS1550 & CS1501. I could have done better if I'd have taken them separately, and/or didn't have any other classes, but I'm not going to complain! I don't have to even think about those classes again!
So Wednesday begins the work-week, and I'll have more time since I'm not doing two programming courses at once. I'm so friggin' thankful for that. Now all I have to get through is CalcII (again) and Stat1000 (again). Eh, I'll make it. I can't do any worse than Constantine Zelatore & that witch from Stat. Wish me luck!
Happy new year, and take care,
What amazing revelations you can have at 2am! Ok, so I might be a little apnea-induced drunk, but take what you can get. I decided my mental exercises needed to be carried out in conversation, even if one-sided; so, here goes.
Women hold words over guys' heads. This isn't to say they literally shame us males that they're better with speaking; rather, it is to say that they have a higher capacity for manipulation of language. And, they use it. It's not for one-upmanship, that's too low for civilized people. It's just a fact, I think. I think men all too often resort to violence when they can't get their way because it is a means to an end; albeit not the greatest or most civilized one, it works. Because we know we can overpower women in at leat one arena, we prefer to challenge them there. Women, in civilized society, have had the advantage of language, and the protection of chivalry. This is to say 'civilized' men will not stand for extreme, unprompted abuse of the female kind; in fact, men found culturally guilty of domestic abuse are held in less high a regard as another man who has not trespassed this politically correct boundary. This, I insist, is a necessary requirement of civilized men and should be held sacred.
I step back and consider what it is to be 'civilized' in this moment. (Feel free to skip ahead.) Says Word 2003: "Enlighten, educate, advance, develop." Society is not civilized because we are more advanced; nor are we civilized because we are more developed. We are no more 'enlightened' than Copernicus was in his time. There have been no Great Revelations, no theophanies. Instead, what we can attribute our civilization (as verb) on is our education. We recognize that gender results from a flaw in the genetic makeup. Two X’s mean a girl, one Y for a guy. The male genetic chromosome collects more genetic flaws, and consequently will therefore incur the End of Man (and the Rise of Lesbians?).
We men have been so educated that women are our equal, in rights to own property, vote, and drink and be merry. This learning has yet since been left untied to how we look at the one last grotesquery of male attitude: savagery in dispute.
The task then becomes how to overcome this, and there are several solutions. There is the ostrich principle, and we can forget our worries and our strife; or, we can insist to take another hundred or so years to develop the attitude for change in our attitudes; or, finally, we can take action now and recognize what chivalry once brought us: civility (as in “to advance”).
I collect these thoughts at 3:17AM on Wednesday, the 20th of December. I consider my thought experiment only opened, possibly ready for discussion, and definitely nowhere near the end of my contemplation. I hope to dwell more on this at a later time, but aching eyes and promises need to be kept before slumbering.