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    Wednesday, March 31

    After coming to the conclusion through site tracking that law firms have been known to read my blog, I thought I'd post my recent paper criticizing a recent Supreme Court decision. Please note that all work is my own; if you would like to cite this please notify me. In addition, I possess footnotes, legal citations, and bibliography for any of the sources quoted, including a copy of Fraser's original speech, if this type of document interests you. Thanks.

    The Supreme Court’s decision in favor of Bethel School Districts in Bethel School District v. Fraser (1986) was unconstitutional in nature and unwarranted in character. Decisions favoring the case violate Constitutional arguments, including the due process clause of the Fourteenth Amendment, as well as the freedom of speech provision of the First Amendment. In addition, the general grounds for penalization had no substantive merit. Finally, the verdict runs contrary to such other Supreme Court cases as Tinker v. Des Moines, Goss v. Lopez, and Euclid v. Ambler Realty Co. As a result, the Supreme Court decision concerning Bethel School District v. Fraser created several effects that can be viewed as erroneous from a contemporary perspective.

    The issue itself involved Matthew Fraser, a Washington high school student who gave a student government nomination speech containing sexual innuendos to about six hundred students in a school-sponsored assembly. While the speech was being read, the audience responded with snickers, and obscene, suggestive gestures. Fraser was then promptly suspended for three days after violating his school’s “Disruptive Conduct” rule. He and his father sued the school district, arguing an encroachment on Matthew’s First Amendment rights. The U.S. District Court of the Western District of Washington, as well as the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Ninth District, both ruled in favor of Fraser, awarding him damages . However, when the school district appealed to the U.S. Supreme Court, the court ruled in favor of Bethel School Districts, citing the US Constitution.

    The decision against Fraser is problematic under the due process clause of the Fourteenth Amendment, which states in part, "No State shall . . . deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law." As a result, individual liberties are protected by the Constitution, and laws passed by states should possess a legitimate and reasonable purpose. Fraser was penalized by a local school district, which adhered to regulations in compliance with state and federal judgments. Yet the school’s “Disruptive Conduct” rule made no mention of possible removal or penalization for disturbances. Fraser’s suspension is a direct deprivation of liberty, because his speech had already been given, and the event had already occurred, the school system had no reason to banish Fraser from the school grounds.

    Fraser also noted in his legal argument that punishment for his language violated his First Amendment right to freedom of speech. Because the framers of the Constitution decreed “Congress shall make no law...abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances," freedom of speech and expression became fundamental tenants of American law. Fraser’s accusation concerning his essential human rights was backed by the American Civil Liberties Union in the Supreme Court, a common defender of important cases that violate First Amendment liberties. Because they are essentially instruments of the state government, public schools are bound to follow the First Amendment.

    Moreover, past instances addressing the question of freedom of speech for minors have already articulated that a substantial disruption is still Constitutionally sound. The Court acknowledged in Tinker v. Des Moines that “It can hardly be argued that either students or teachers shed their constitutional rights to freedom of speech or expression at the schoolhouse gate.” Fraser’s speech is essentially the same as Tinker wearing an armband, because both expressions are forms of conveying a particular idea or statement. Indeed, the Court of Appeals ruled that the difference between armbands and the election speech is indistinguishable, and that an educational setting should not hinder the extent of minors’ laws. Because of this correlation, the Supreme Court should have upheld the principles established in Tinker v. Des Moines.

    In addition, two other previous cases contradict the Supreme Court’s judgment against Fraser. Goss v. Lopez, which ruled that “Students facing temporary suspension from a public school have property and liberty interests that qualify for protection under the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment,” confirms the conclusion that the discipline administered to Fraser was extreme. Considering that Fraser had never before violated any school policies, the privileges revoked—a three-day suspension and disqualification from speaking at his school’s graduation—were austere consequences for a minor offense. Euclid v. Ambler Realty Co. further stresses the context of Fraser’s speech, that a “nuisance may be merely a right thing in the wrong place, like a pig in the parlor instead of the barnyard.” Fraser’s intent to gain the support of his peers compelled him to create a speech that would capture their attention. The obscenity level of the comments certainly did not exceed those typically exchanged in more private conversations throughout a high school campus. Indeed, students present at the assembly hardly responded differently—or more disruptively—than those in attendance at any other official event. Furthermore, despite accusations of obscenity, Fraser’s father had no trouble serving as a respondent guardian ad litem to his son’s case.

    However, the in loco parentis principle states that the school serves as students’ guardians during the day. Yet although Fraser previewed his statements for three teachers before addressing his school, none of the faculty mentioned the “Disruptive Conduct” rule, or any sort of consequences that might result from his reading the speech. Justice Stevens commented that “teachers' responses certainly did not give him any better notice of the likelihood of discipline than did the student handbook itself.” Additionally, though four teachers wrote complaints after the event, there were no accusations of Fraser specifically damaging the educational process. Because of this, the contents of Fraser’s speech deemed “obscene” have been stretched beyond the scope of traditional disciplinary policies.

    Today, both Fraser and his lawyers still argue against the Supreme Court’s decision. Jeffrey T. Haley, who represented the ACLU at Fraser’s hearing, commented in 2001 that "Because the purpose of school is education, it is important to teach students about our government and the Bill of Rights…If a student's speech is not obscene before a student assembly, then I would draw the line in favor of allowing the student speech." The most obvious affect of Fraser’s loss is the decrease in student liberties while on campus, as well as the inability for students to exercise their Constitutional provisions. The ability of the Courts to restrict Fraser’s First Amendment privileges has also created a difficulty in addressing contemporary high school freedom-of-speech cases. Because of the vague definition concerning obscenity, cases citing Fraser have ranged between those of school-sponsored student expression to displaying vulgar messages on articles of clothing.

    Though the final ruling of the Supreme Court reversed the district courts’ decision, Fraser was eventually elected by a popular majority write-in vote to speak at Bethel High School’s graduation ceremony. Undoubtedly, students and several teachers supported Fraser’s action—as do larger considerations of law. The Constitution, prior Supreme Court judgments, and the true merit of the school’s accusations all pose arguments critical of the decision reversing the District Courts. Bethel School Districts v. Fraser raises important issues regarding freedom of speech and the courts’ interpretation thereof.

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    Monday, March 29

    It's a hot new time for music, and my newest find is Communique, an American group with a distinctively European flair. Think the Strokes meets The Police, with a bit more of 80s pop style thrown in for good measure. I'm time tripping, and I love it. Their EP is just coming out, and while Communique may not hit the airwaves just yet, I reccommend downloading some of their high-quality tunes. The chirpy rhythms and upbeat melodies combined with traditional rock 'n' roll chords are certainly a welcome treat. Plus, their website even has a streaming Flash player, where you can listen to the entire EP! Heaven.

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    Thursday, March 25

    This week's latest undiscovered musical genius is Kyle Riabko, the gorgeous soul and blues singer and guitarist that reminds me of a cross between Jack Johnson and Stevie Wonder--definitely worth checking out. The best part? This Canadian wonder boy is only 16.


    Director Brent Grulke comments, "Most hotshot guitarists initially dazzle with their finesses but quickly wear out their welcome with self-absorbed, hollow technique. What makes Kyle special is his admirable sense of restraint, expressed through the knowledge that the groove is every bit as worthy of attention as melodic embellishment. Plus, he knows how to entertain with a stage charisma that veterans three times his age would do well to emulate. (If they could) He's how old? 15? 16? Already a very impressive musician, it's going to be a lot of fun to watch his artistic maturation. "

    I couldn't agree more. Kyle's got it all; a beautiful voice, infinite talent and the pretty face will certainly allow him to go far. Listen to his EP's track "Half as Much" here.

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    Wednesday, March 24

    Rarely does a book cause such a controvery concerning my personal aesthetics. Yet the classic All Quiet on the Western Front has defied all sorts of traditional means of placement into my likes and dislikes spectrum. I love to hate it, and hate to love it. It steadily grows on me, rather like a toenail or fingernail, or some other sort of sharp bony object.

    It's not your typical required reading. The sentences are about three words long. The entire book itself can be summed up in two words: War sucks. However, the lovely author goes to great lengths to detail exactly what types of afflictions are ailing these soldiers---from intestines spilling out, to rats clawing off faces, to splintered bits of flesh practically glued against trenches of wall. Mr.Remarque must certainly enjoy death, because that seems to be all that he can talk about. The story reads in a sloppy style, as if the author quickly had to write telegram after telegram about World War I and eventually forgot that he was writing a book, not a calling card.

    It goes something like this:
    "The shells were overhead. Bombs dropped. A lot. A lot a lot. I dodged them, but others did not. One recruit was crawling around on the ground without anything but his nostrils. Another was so hungry that he ate his pancreas. They smelled like blue and yellow. Later, some rats attacked. They were naked and hungry. I threw stuff at them. Then people died. The end."

    Though perhaps my interpretation is a brief exaggeration, the fact holds true that this aged piece of crusty literature should hardly be on the required reading list for high schools. The language is simple, yet the content is horrific and nightmarish. I feel like I'm reading a plethora of horror movies that sprouted from an elementary school textbook. It is difficult to draw the line between classic literature and the truly bizarre.

    Of course, this is actually the first English book that I've kept up with since ninth grade. I do the required chapter assignment each night, and often read ahead. Why is it so intriguing? Fundamental human desire for violence and bloodshed? The fact that perhaps these lean 'n' mean sentences actually carry a drop of suspense? Or maybe that I actually like the book?

    All Quiet on the Western Front is just another war novel, telling of destruction and death on the battlefield. Yet it isn't bogged down with exact facts and figures, many of the characters' names aren't even mentioned. Unlike the usual warfare accounts, the locations and times of events are hardly mentioned.

    It's reading for the soul. Depressing, of course, but personally, I feel more motivated afterwards. The agonizing tales of soldiers weeping because they never will have life again has rather inspired me to begin another carpe diem effort. I preach again and again about making the most of your life--and this is why this piece of lierature should be read everywhere that anyone can get their hands on a copy. All Quiet on the Western Front is the perfect motivation that anyone could use. It echoes repeatedly the catch phrase of making each day count. Don't waste life sitting here, staring at the glare of a computer screen, squinting with watery, glazed eyes as I try to put together the pieces of myself. Start something beautiful.

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    Tuesday, March 23

    Continuing with the current virtual orgy of remakes and sequels comes The Love Boat. Even better, this upcoming fiilm is going to be modernized, complete with a hip-hop remix to the classic theme song. What's next? A feature film of Gilligan's Island?

    ...Actually, that would be quite entertaining. I wouldn't mind playing Ginger, maybe in this movie she'll actually get the cute professor. A Gilligan's Island movie is a classic idea that never really was developed. The film could also prove controversial; some citizens believe that Gilligan is Satan and the other characters represent the Seven Deadly Sins. Ah, to bask in Nick-At-Nite reruns...

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    Sunday, March 21

    21 Ways to Spend 3 Days:

    --Hide a portrait of your ex-boyfriend in his shower
    --Overhear a rather hilarious conversation at the Cary Lowe's Foods that consisted of a child in hysterics screaming "Mommy, he pointed at me! And then he laughed at me!" about Jarrett
    --Rip a hole in your pants
    --Write and record a track for your band's upcoming EP (we're having an EP, right?)
    --Perfect the pirouette
    --Talk on the phone until almost four in the morning
    --Eat a pineapple slice with crackers, because you mistook it for cheese
    --Dance to The Darkness....many many times
    --Clean up a boys dressing room
    --Devour pieces of four different cakes
    --Tie ribbons in your hair
    --Receive repeated hugs from your mother as you try on business suits for three hours, all of course being too large.
    --Eventually buy a powder blue velour blazer, remisicent of Willy Wonka and vintage tuxedos
    --Attempt to convince your peers that Prozac should be availible to everyone (which is ethically wrong, really)
    --Participate in a West Side Story dance contest
    --Smudge the lipstick which had been so effortlessly kissed onto your cheek
    --Play with bubbles for two hours
    --Reintroduce yourself to Pinky and Wonderbear
    --Crash a Ravenscroft party
    --Listen to Angus's brother tell jokes for a indeterminate amount of time
    --Suprise someone you reeeeallly like with a dozen orange roses

    And in eight scarce hours, the normal routine resumes itself.

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    Having nothing to do this evening, I took time to re-immerse myself in the world of Mister Roger's Neighborhood. The cast of puppets--including King Friday XIII, Queen Sara Saturday, Prince Tuesday, and others--was always a treat when I was a wee little kid. Today, I wonder what would happen if Prince Tuesday was set up with Wednesday from the Addams Family. Hmmm...

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    Friday, March 19

    SALLY
    What good is sitting alone
    In you room?
    Come hear the music play.
    Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
    Come to the Cabaret.
    Put down the knitting,
    The book and the broom.
    Time for a holiday.
    Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
    Come to the Cabaret.
    Come taste the wine,
    COme hear the band.
    Come blow a horn,
    Start celebrating;
    Right this way,
    Your table's waiting.

    No use permitting
    Some prophet of doom
    To wipe every smile away.
    Come hear the music play.
    Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
    Come to the Cabaret!
    --Cabaret

    I just found a ukelele version of this song, which anyone can hear if they choose to IM me (see the left sidebar). It increased my happiness tenfold.

    Ah, lovely weekends. Life is so...NEW. It feels as though I'm living everything for the first time. Crazy talk.

    Yet the party's just getting started. Tomorrow, I'm jamming with Animus (yeah, I'm a lead singer in a band), then paying a surprise visit to everyone's favorite busboy, and finally attending a theatre extravaganza, topping of the evening with coffee and the boy.

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    Wednesday, March 17

    I recently finished a book which chronicled the life and relationships of a girl who seemed just like everyone else. Although she had such low self esteem that at times it was difficult to relate to her character, the book was worthwhile and enjoyable to read. Yet after detailing her high school years, the book became depressing and felt rather pointless. As the protagonist searched for her purpose in life, I found myself wishing that she could simply return to the carefree days of high school, when everything became so trivial and mundane. Social situations dominated the conflict spectrum, instead of money and careers and actually getting along amongst civilization.

    School is a time to sit and dream, to plan goals and not actually feel the pressure to accomplish them. One has the time to try any sort of foreign situations or new ideas--comparatively speaking, it's child's play to change hobbies or to change social relationships with others. Most importantly, the pressure is the smallest that it will ever be. Of course, students have to worry about attending a good college and their true career paths, but it's all speculation. Planning your life can be easier than actually living it. Sometimes boundaries are a good thing; it is difficult to handle the real world by oneself.

    There's no true charm or sparkle, and no magic pass to find fame and wealth. To be great, we've got to start somewhere. Teachers have pounded into our brains that high school is the most important time of our lives. I argue that it's also the most exciting. Teenagers can have the comfort and familiarity of home while trying each and every thing that comes their way. It's a virtual banquet of choices, except that you don't have to worry about getting sick.

    The point I'm trying to make is that no one should sit at home, moaning about their depression or hardships on some old livejournal or blog. Though life gets complicated sometimes and overwhelming, the overall time that progresses shoudl contain varied experiences of new situations. If you spend these years alone and tired, where will you be in the future? Alone, tired, and broke. Getting priorities straightened out while you can could result in a much easier handling of scenerios in the future.

    Today begins the rest of your life.
    Start having fun.

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    'Twas an foggy morning today that faintly resembled the murky weather of Ireland.

    III
    Spring is like a perhaps hand
    (which comes carefully
    out of Nowhere) arranging
    a window,into which people look (while
    people stare
    arranging and changing placing
    carefully there a strange
    thing and a known thing here) and

    changing everything carefully

    spring is like a perhaps
    Hand in a window
    (carefully to
    and fro moving New and
    Old things,while
    people stare carefully
    moving a perhaps
    fraction of flower here placing
    an inch of air there) and

    without breaking anything.

    --E.E. Cummings

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    Monday, March 15

    Life is like sleep. Once you lose it, it's terribly hard to get it back.

    Yet is sleep life? I mean, sense we are, I suppose, in a state of suspended animation, sleeping could actually be a nightly ritual of death. Are communications with the subconsicous really living? Therein the question lies.

    In the meantime, I've been selected to choreograph several different numbers in an upcoming musical of a private production, backed by several different foundations. The director seems to invest a great deal of trust regarding my dancing ability, but I am determined to produce a commendable performance. The next several weeks will be a learning and relearning experience, as I immerse myself in the way of dance. Comments or suggestions are greatly appreciated. My comprehensive plan is as follows:

    --Rent movies of musicals, from West Side Story to Chicago to From Justin to Kelly. If anyone has a copy of Bye, Bye Birdie that I could borrow, let me know.
    --Attend every known musical playing in an 100 mile radius for the next several weeks...tickets to 42nd Street? Hopefully, it can be done.
    --Refresh my knowledge of ballet, since it serves as the foundation of dance, really. Use my City Ballet connections to work on technique.
    --Research, research, research. The Internet is a powerful tool.
    --Devote all free time to improving flexibility and technique. Keep a water bottle by the bed. I'm getting in shape, kiddos.
    --Use connections at RLT and other locations for advice and support. If anyone has any tips on undergoing this endeavor, by all means, leave a comment.

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    Sunday, March 14


    It feels so much like summer
    and I want it all

    Life is full again.

    Driving without windows, in red retro sunglasses

    Running circles around the elementary school carpool loop

    Silk flowers at the craft store with Mommy

    Italian food with the party of nine

    Candle shrines and lots, lots of poodles

    Dancing with the man in lederhosen

    Vanilla ice cream with homemade syrup

    The dance of the Unicorn, with Dianna

    Shooting baskets with a soccer ball

    Kuhlau Sonatinas on yellowed paper

    Backyard kisses in the courtyard by the pool

    Good stuff.

    I feel refreshed, ready to conquer anything. I'm just waiting for some curveball to be thrown my way. Watch out world.
    What a great weekend.

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    From the current movie fetish with sequels comes the promise of a Goonies 2, opening in 2005. What child of the '80s was not subject to the movie which has remained a cult classic since its premiere? Hopefully, as with all sequels, the directors will not butcher The Goonies and all of their original charm.

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    The actor who plays Remus Lupin in the third Harry Potter movie (David Thewlis, right) looks a lot like the actor who played Mr.Rooney, the principal in Ferris Bueller's Day Off (Jeffrey Jones, left).

    However, they both look a great deal like my Uncle Glenn. Weird.

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    Saturday, March 13


    ....If I had my way, I would stay up here forever
    And never look down
    But surely it will come, 'cause I've always had that feeling
    Of rushing the ground
    Rushing the ground

    Leaning from the balcony
    As if without a care
    Wondering should I take the fall
    Or should I take the stairs

    Take me down
    Down to where the rain falls
    Down where the rain can wash away this high
    I feel I've gone
    Beyond the edge and falling
    Falling like tears that turn to snow
    Falling in this vertigo
    --Jump, Little Children

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    Friday, March 12

    I've added a comments section! Yay!

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    Getting Older
    He was shackled like a cabbage
    In a dusty bin of rubbish
    It consumed Tuesday night dinners
    Like a toddler feeling grub-ish

    With a skeleton smirk
    And a jack-o-lantern grin
    He ran from the arbor
    It was catching up to him

    The boxed-up Christmas lights
    Caressed plastic potted plants
    And smelled faintly of old people
    Wearing turquoise sweat pants

    Dabbled upon flaccid necks
    Lay a quiet youth perfume
    Stolen from department stores
    As persimmon-flower blooms

    The autumn of his life approached
    Scorning love affairs
    The cartoons flashed before his eyes
    Kind reality, take care, take care.

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    It has come to my attention that certain figures have questioned my political affiliation. Compared to the average ideology of my peers, I must say that my personal partisanship is extremely liberal. This can be discerned in several ways:

    --I recently was required to produce a three page paper on my political ideology, from where it orginates, and how my views shape the remaining pieces of my life. After careful study, I'm come to the conclusion that I'm waaaay left on the side of the fence.
    --I plan on immediately registering with the Democratic Party in approximately 1.68 years, when I turn eighteen.
    --Since middle school, I have attended multiple peace demonstrations involving the War in Iraq, the War in Afghanistan, gay and lesbian rights, and other various issues. I've traveled to Washington D.C., and several other locations across North Carolina, to express my personal views.
    --I was in the United for Peace club during my middle school days, and have just recently joined a student peace group for Wake County high schoolers.
    --I stopped attending youth events at my church because, among other reasons, I found that the conservative bias on certain activities was affecting the religious curriculum too much.

    However, though my personal ideology is extremely liberal, the majority of posts on this blog have nothing to do with my political affiliation. Therefore, I suppose that certain situations (such as attending a Nazi demonstration) could be taken out of context. Yet in this particular occurence, I was simply having a bit of theatre fun that had nothing to do with the events at hand. Concerning the event itself, I wrote:

    "The adventures continued today as Tom and I decided to view firsthand the Nazi rally at the State Capitol. Posing as some elitist figure, I borrowed a nice shirt from Tom (yes, we can wear most of each other's clothes). I used a digital camera, small sheet of paper, and pen to complete my ensemble. Tom wore a suit with sunglasses and attached a phone cord between his ear and the back of his shirt. Occasionally, he would pretend talk into it, as if receiving special instructions from fellow Secret Service agents. We mingled with reporters and Anti-Nazi protestors, assuming a role that made passerby think twice about messing with the likes of us."

    As a result, I feel that it is important to let the common public know that I have no incredible sort of affliation besides well, a Democratic one. For the record concerning this crazy gossip--one of my best friends is gay; another is Jewish; several other good friends come from ethnic minority backgrounds. It is quite silly to think that I myself may have party affiliations that may not approve of certain types of individuals. It's certainly an honest mistake to question my ideology, and even assume my committment to the National Socialist Party. Sorry kiddos, but it's just not true. Ever since my birth in the humble mountains of West Virginia, I've got Blue American blood. Yum yum. And that's the way it is.

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    Wednesday, March 10


    Currently reading the story of the person I tried to be.
    Except I've finally changed.
    It's about time.

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    Tuesday, March 9


    A thousand words.

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    Space v. The Beast
    At least, gnawing a dissenting roar
    He coughs up enough conscience
    Before the gates of stairways and legs of tables
    The beast watches the clouds; nonpartisan for Heaven and Hell
    For those not wanting to be Judged
    Pupils shining like fat kielbassa sausage
    And a black seagull in a hurricane
    He spies tricks and mishaps that contrite
    Nimbus little creatures
    As a falconer searches for a
    Button inside their glove.

    Surely the stratosphere
    Gleefully winning a game of marbles
    Does cast against infinity and a pocketwatch
    Helios and Lunos disagree and fantasize
    Postpone their ownership until further responsibility cheats them
    However, only the beast
    Can stand the acute playfullness, absence of decorum,
    Upredictable omens
    Arranged in an unharmonious fluid used for cleaning
    The cobwebs
    It is simply air and strength
    Together
    In a preciprocal relationship.

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    Monday, March 8

    I call first dibs on discussing the Supreme Court Case Bethel School Districts V. Fraser for an upcoming AP Government paper. The case involved a high school student delivering a student government election speech with explicit sexual innuendos, including the following:

    "'I know a man who is firm - he's firm in his pants, he's firm in his shirt, his character is firm - but most . . . of all, his belief in you, the students of Bethel, is firm."

    "Jeff Kuhlman is a man who takes his point and pounds it in. If necessary, he'll take an issue and nail it to the wall. He doesn't attack things in spurts - he drives hard, pushing and pushing until finally - he succeeds. "

    "Jeff is a man who will go to the very end - even the climax, for each and every one of you."

    "So vote for Jeff for A. S. B. vice-president - he'll never come between you and the best our high school can be.''

    Of note: Students present at the election speeches were all given the option of attending a study hall instead.

    Personally, I believe that these comments are not particuarly obscene, and certainly not deserving a suspension from school, which Fraser received. Even at the local high school, one can often hear students make more offensive comments each day during class time. Coming from a high-school election background, I personally would not advocate any speeches I've heard so far as quality rhetoric--it's high school, not a national presidential convention. Besides, good ol' Mr.Myer taught us in English that the most important aspect of the Rhetorical Triangle is the audience--obviously, a student is going to want to create a speech that will appeal to the majority of their peers.

    Though none have been as vulgar as the Fraser speech, I've heard similar stories about a North Carolina high school election where a speech was delivered with the same focus in mind. Likewise, I can think of several more provocative comments. In all fairness, school officials should have allowed this "Jeff Kuhlman" to complete his election--I'm an advocate of censorship, but honestly, would love to see the outcome of this VP race. I bet the school board would have been unpleasantly surprised.


    On another note, I never knew that there were cameras installed all over my school. It makes me nervous to dance and sing down the empty hallways.

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    Sunday, March 7

    My blog is a Google Whack for "Bludgerbabe"! If you type it in as all one word, this appears. Awesome.

    What a wonderful weekend. <3 x 34687258902453976.

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    So late one night, I copied and pasted lines from my English short story, arranged them in an artful fashion, and submitted it into a poetry contest. Apparently, I'm a national semifinalist. The poem, however, is quite awful. It's almost embarrassing, yet apparently it's considered great art, a concept that leaves me giggling about post-modernism and such.

    Twenty Seven
    The band lessened the
    intensity of its practicing,
    and diminished to a faint irregular
    beat that pulsated to the
    corners of the park in 4/4 time. They continued
    walking around the garden, as the
    noise of the band and the shouts of children
    enveloped around them.
    The girl held the boy's hand tightly,
    as sharp contrasts of bright and dull,
    light and dark, blurred together in an
    impossible pattern.
    The sun began to trace shadows
    around their outlines, pinning their dusky forms to the ground.
    The boy and girl were together,
    but afraid for each other. They wanted to talk, and reassure
    the other of their love,
    but there was nothing more to say. Somewhere,
    in the distance,
    a child screamed.

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    Cupid's Exotic Love Tea
    1 cup water
    1/4 cup honey
    1 cup apple juice
    1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
    6 Celestial Seasonings Cranberry Cove Tea Bags

    Bring water and juice to a boil. Stir in honey and cinnamon. Add the tea bags. Remove from heat. Let stand for one hour. Add 6 cups cold water Pour into glasses with ice.

    I can't believe that some people come up with this stuff. On the other hand, it sounds really good.
    I tried to make brownie frosting today; instead, I believe that instead I just created the best hot fudge sauce imaginable. There's a giant tub in my refrigerator.

    There is now a cup of hot fudge sauce missing from its container. And my belly is much heavier.
    <3 metabolism.

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    Thursday, March 4

    I wish everyone was happy.

    An idealistic and perfectly obsolete goal, I understand, but it seems that too often the human soul is broken and battered. The seizures of emotions are difficult for such a fragile organism to undertake. Yet do we bring it all upon ourselves?

    Perhaps our subconscious desires to melodrama situations is the cause for the pain in the world. After all, everyone experiences narcissism at one point; they enjoy having their opinions heard. As a result, different egos result in different opinions, and competition ensues. Perhaps life is just a test of wills between one another--which personalities are forced to mesh with one another.

    So if we were all the same, would everyone be happy?
    Or would everyone, thinking only of themselves, be so disgusted with the realization that everyone was just like them, that they would simply rebel against themselves, against one another. And thus, the same inevitable aforementioned problem would arise.

    What a lovely and quite intangible thought for such a late night.

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    Wednesday, March 3

    CNN posts a visual comparison, state-by-state, of varying same-sex marriage laws.

    We were discussing in AP Government earlier in the week about how some members of Congress would prefer passing individual state laws regarding same-sex marriages, instead of one national law on this controversial issue. Personally, I believe that the concept is understandable, but that too many problems would arise from problems between states. Though the true strength of the judicial branch would be tested, I believe that state-by-state laws varying so much would actually weaken the federal government entirely. Besides, separation of state laws seems fairly similiar to segregation, in a psudeo-modernist sense. So while individual state laws about same sex marriages could temporarily be a solution, the long term effects could possibly decrease the overall power of the American government.

    And no gay marriages in North Cacklacky? Marc-Anthony Macon says so eloquently some excellent points regarding this subject.

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    Tuesday, March 2

    Today's Super Tuesday elections contain very important and happy news:Dean won Vermont! Even two weeks after dropping out of the race, Howard Dean managed to win the state of Vermont, according to recent exit polls. What wonderful circumstances.

    Now since the impossible has been achieved, perhaps I can write a 5 page essay in the next hours. Procrastination! w00t.

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    Writing Test doodles, watercolor effects by Photoshop.

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    Quickly the stagnant air
    Is sliced by pinwheel-arms

    And makes you remember
    What it all used to be.

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    Monday, March 1


    What is it about sensitive musicians named Ben that seem to capture the hearts of teen girls everywhere? In the trend of Ben Folds and Ben Kweller comes Ben Jelen, an amazing singer and pianist that completely rocks my socks. He sounds rather like a male Vanessa Carlton with more panache, lightly playing the piano while flexing his uber-nice muscles. With old T-shirts and long straggly hair, Jelen looks more like the grungy rockstar than a piano phenomenon. Yet his sentimental and inspiring ballads are quickly becoming favorites as more fans discover this diamond in the rough. Recently signed onto Madonna's Maverick records, I predict a estrogen-powered future for Jelen's honest lyrics and chord progressions which appeal to even the harshest ear.

    And finally the silence,
    looking out
    looking back across the sky,
    Trying to find a meaning,
    knowing that I just left it all behind

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