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The voices in the street were loud, as if the dark houses and smooth pavement served as some sort of echo chamber. Laughter. It was brief but jarring as a car door slammed and they walked down to the beach access. There were other noises, whispered voices and forgetting-to-whisper voices…nothing clear or with any kind of message. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the pillow.
One in the morning, I lay in bed after hearing a car park in front of my house. I heard the laughter and the voices and the slam and the footsteps. Then darkness collapsed on itself once again and streetlights lit up swaying palm trees for no one. It was silent.
I recognized the voices easily. Not that I knew the specific owners of the voices, but it was more that I knew the answers to the questions that the voices posed.
I knew because there have been moments when my voice was released and the sound waves bounced and danced against still houses. The car doors had slammed and we walked down the empty street laughing at nothing. The wind blew softly and I remember noticing the plumeria tree was filled with more flowers than usual. The sky was clear.
It’s a heady feeling knowing the rest of the world is asleep. On the way to my apartment, we used to stroll through the intersection to watch the light turn red, green, yellow, then red again. Once the hush fell and the monkeys in the zoo sent their last cries throughout the park, the ocean was loud enough to hear.
And then there’s the final stumble and giggle when the final destination is reached. Home, with sandy feet or smoke and sweat drenched body, I used to listen to the memory-dense space in the whisper hours, limbs spread out on a sheet-covered air mattress.
The distorted street voices I understand clearly. Each outburst of night laughter I know the source. Those people, the only ones awake in the entire world, I recognize. I can pretend to be asleep and not make a noise or turn a light on, if only they promise to do the same for me.
[I wrote this article for the newspaper, but it's interesting so I'm reposting it here]
In early April at the Ihilani Resort, the Blue Planet foundation had a 3-day Global Energy Summit, where world leaders, energy experts, environmentalists and artists discussed the environmental problems we’re facing today. They explored the answers to the essential questions of our energy crisis: where do we need to go? How quickly? How should we get there? They plan to make this an annual collection of events that, according to their website, will “celebrate achievements, and inspire people around the globe with the power of human imagination to solve our energy challenge.”
The imminent environmental problems challenge our earth require a unique and unparalleled global response, making it necessary to put aside our partisan biases and come together to address these problems. Blue Planet foundation’s summit is a forum that will aid this need. The hope is that Blue Planet will be able to provide a platform for cooperation across interest groups, industries and national boundaries, and help create a new vision of the way we create and package energy. Their goal is to inspire a “global commitment to change” and the realization that the responsibility for the implementation of change falls equally on all of our shoulders. “Most of all, this will require a new level of communication, understanding, tolerance and trust, and a belief in new possibilities.”
The afternoon after the Blue Planet foundation had their last speaker, Bobby Kennedy Jr was lounging on the deck of a friend’s sail boat, relaxing in the Hawaiian rays and gazing out at the ocean. As one of the speakers himself, and as a man who has a passion for saving the environment, Kennedy had a lot to say on the concept of the summit: that Hawaii has the potential to become a sustainable model. “Hawaii has extraordinary natural resources,” he said. “Solar, wind, tidal, otech, biomass, everything. There’s no reason why they need to ship oil to the islands. Hawaii is the only state that’s still using oil as a major energy source. There are a lot better choices.” He turned his eyes to the horizon, his brows furrowed and eyes passionate.
Kennedy gave the example Iceland as a country that has benefited from almost complete switch to sustainable energy. With an unemployment rate of 1% and an extremely healthy economy, Iceland has gone from being one of the poorest countries in the world to one of the richest. They’ve also switched from being 100% oil dependent to 89% geothermal dependent. Consciously making the choice to be sustainable, Kennedy says that they have demonstrated how switching to environmentally sustainable energy resources has spurred economic growth. Hawaii could follow in their footsteps. He believes that sustainable energy usage gives space for entrepreneurs to make money and provide jobs that benefit the environment, but also benefit the economy.
But isn’t sustainable energy more expensive than oil? “It’s not,” Kennedy insists, shaking his head. “Sustainable energy is actually cheaper.” The difference is made up in subsidies: the seemingly cheap price that we pay for oil is all because of the tax dollars that went to the oil companies through subsidies. So, when the hidden taxes are revealed, oil is more expensive.
It also doesn’t help that ex-oil company executives have suddenly been reborn as politicians. And when lobbyists are wooing their way around checks and balances, it makes it hard for any honest and good change to happen in environmental policy.
What should we do?
“Take the oil companies by storm! Run for the hills!” he smiles playfully. “No, we need to take our government back.”
I have no idea why the title is funny to me, but here I am cracking up and drooling all over myself.
Last year around this time, I wrote a blog entry about my spring break. I was going through my self education phase where I felt like I had to watch all the cult classics/wackiest films I could find. I needed to broaden my mind and give myself a bit of culture. I was also thinking of working in film at that time, which I’ve since revised. I’m not sure what I’m going to do in the future, because I all care about is right now. But I digress.
Historically, my spring breaks have sucked. Some sort of evil vortex lies over this time of year.
The first really horrible spring break that I remember was four years ago, when all I did was lay around my room reading. This in itself doesn’t sound too bad, but it actually was a nightmare. It gave me plenty of time to self critize and ask myself what the hell I was doing with my life. And I also learned about time management, which ended up being good. But all in all, it was a very depressing time.
Then we have Freshman year. We were having a holy flood of sorts in Hawaii. Forty days of non stop rain and no sunshine. So spring break starts and I already have a seasonal disorder type thing, due to the lack of sun. My face is also an oil well because of all the moisture. On the fun side, my friend Kim came to visit me. We had some crazy times but there were definitely a couple of low points that I won’t get into now, because it is the past and over with. Let me assure you they were not fun or happy. Looking back, it really wasn’t that bad, but I distinctly remember feeling very gross and sad, mainly due to the fact that the weather was horrible, there was complicated drama, and I was just starting to grow up.
Sophomore year spring break was not exactly an all time low, but let me tell you that it wasn’t an all time high either. My favorite teacher had just drowned to death, leaving his wife and two young children. It’s something that I’m still struggling with. The event threw me into a depression that I didn’t see coming, and I had to work my way out of it on my own, because, first of all, I had no idea that it actually was depression, and second of all, I didn’t tell anybody at the time how I was truly feeling. I kept it inside and had to go through it on my own. I was sad and confused and hurting and slightly unbalanced, but I was able to learn and eventually grow from it in a positive way.
This spring break contained neither dead teachers nor teen drama. It wasn’t a waste, either. It was just there. I had a whole bunch of plans for this break, lots of dreams and hopes for a certain romance, many adventures that were to be had. It turned out that the dreams were more fun to think about than to live. I think I got too caught up in the fantasy of spring break–something that I had so truly convinced myself was reality. I tried to live my dreams, but they just fell flat. I realized that sometimes you want to experience adventures with another person; you can’t always explore by yourself. Here comes the venting: The tall concrete buildings mocked. The streets laughed with their hands covering their mouth. My neighbor died. My finger got slammed in a car door. I went to the doctor for the first time in two years (alone, by choice). They drilled my finger open. I walked out of the emotionally sterile hospital and around town by myself, clouded by the stress of pain and release. I didn’t cry. I read a book about death, and realized that I was still enormously sad about Mr. Johnson. I thought I had figured out death and pain, at least for now. I realized that I was wrong.
Ahh, that’s better.
Books that I read over spring break:
The Brothers Karamazov
Waiting for Godot
Essays in Existentialism
White Noise
End Game
Donorboy
Dry
Possible Side Effects
Sellevision
Moves that I watched over spring break:
If…
Closer
Breakfast at Tiffanys
My Fair Lady
Funny Face
I HEART Huckabees
Easy Rider
Garden State
Wow, that’s not a very good list. Half of those on the list I already saw a million times. I think I should watch more movies again. My old list was way better.
Just letting everyone know that I’m not looking for sympathy or whatever. This is just something that I need to write and let out. Usually my life is wonderful and exciting. Like all things it has it’s lower moments, and I accept that happily (haha, ironic). I love my life. I look forward to getting back to into a momentum and out of this quicksand.
I NEED NEW EXPERIENCES! I NEED SURPRISE! I need to be jarred awake again because somehow I fell asleep!
Today after school, I had a conference with Mr. Watson about my Senior Independent Project next year. He’s going to be my advisor for the project and help me formulate my plan of action. We thought the little chat would go on for about ten minutes, but the conversation was flowing and the interesting ideas were spilling out so easily that we ended up talking for almost two hours.
The conclusions that we came to are interesting to me, not so much because they propose a solution of any kind, but because they pose essential questions that I need as a basis for my project, as well as for education at large.
What types of roles are the teachers expected to play in a classroom? What roles should they play to maximize learning and inspiration? Should teachers formulate a syllabus and push that syllabus on the students regardless of whether it fits their learning style? What is balance? Is it ironic that the people we connect with about education and learn from online have no direct relation to the traditional school? Should they? How can we communicate better the idea of technology in learning to teachers who are clueless about it? What kind of connections are students asked to make in class? How can we make it easier for students to a) find out what they love to do and b) actually get to do it in class? … etc.
The conversation brought up some other topics, including the styles of teaching that are used now, and the styles of teaching that we think work best in classrooms. One idea that has been a close personal love of mine is I love is meta cognition. I was introduced to meta-ing my own thinking this year in Ideas in Western Literature, and the addiction to the critical thinking wheel and meta cognition soon being out of control (just kidding. Sort of).
In case you’re not familiar with meta-cognition (and I feel sad for you if you’re not, for it has been a solace of warmth for me in the most cold, constipated hours), it’s basically looking back on your own work, and critically thinking about your conclusions. In other words, it’s developing self-consciousness about your thinking and reasoning, testing it, and constantly probing it for assumptions and implications. Meta cognition is being aware of the way you think. And the critical thinking wheel aka Good Ol’ Critty, is this:
Clarity: How can I elaborate? How can I illustrate what I mean? What examples can I give?
Accuracy: How can I check on that? How could I find out if that is true? How could I verify or test that?
Precision: Can I be more specific? Can I give more details?
Depth: What factors make this a difficult problem? What are some of the complexities of this problem?
Relevance: How does that relate to the problem? How does that bear on the question?
Logicalness: Does all of this make sense together? Does this first paragraph fit in with the last? Does what I’m saying follow evidence?
Significance: Is this the most important problem or the most central idea to consider?
Breadth: Do I need to look at this from another perspective? Do I need to consider another point of view? Do I need to look at this in other ways?
Fairness: Is my thinking justifiable in context? Are my assumptions supported by evidence? Is my purpose fair given the situation? Am I not distorting concepts to get what I want?
The critical thinking wheel is literally one of the best tools I’ve ever been given as a writer, and as a thinker. The same goes for meta cognition. Finally! Something that just tells me in plain language what critical thinking is, and how I can do it. No more mysticism around the oh-so-exclusive critical thinking club. It’s easy, once it’s spelled out for you and it’s practiced. These are the basic building blocks that students absolutely need, but often times lack, in the advancement into more engaged learning.
In my ideal world of critical thinking, meta cognition, and connections, school for me would be like this:
All of the department heads for my classes would talk together, and come up with some sort of general outline of subject matter that they all want to cover (for example, a timeline of history that they would all follow, so we learn about the time periods together in English and Social Studies). My classes wouldn’t be the same, of course, but the connections between them would be more obvious. The connections are important, because life isn’t usually separated into English, Social Studies, Math, Science, and Foreign Language.
There wouldn’t be separate homework for each subject, but instead the first collective assignment would be to make connections between all of my subjects, and then write about it (perhaps on a blog). After writing about the different connections for a while, this is when the meta cognition assignment would come in. I would be required to meta cognate the connections I made in the first assignment, and connect it to more things, like my own life or some bigger issue that is important to me.
Once I’ve written about this (again, on the blog), I would begin the super fun part. The culmination of all of this thinking would end in a project where I took the ideas from the previous two assignments, and then PRESENT THEM IN ANY MEDIUM I WANT. For me, this would mean making some sort of art. I could make video, a painting, a collage, etc etc etc. The point is that I would be using the knowledge gained from all of my classes, apply critical thinking to make connections, meta cognate those connections and connect them even more, and then DO WHAT I LOVE TO EXPRESS IT! My dream come true.
A blog would be a great way to express these ideas and the mental voyage, because it would be so individual and different for each person. I agree with all those teachers that say schooly blogs suck. I don’t think these blogs would suck, though. These blogs would be interesting because everyone’s connections and final project would be their own creation—just an expression of unique ideas in a form that they are passionate about. It would become a place for students to grow as critical thinkers as well as just plain writers. They could make it their own homebase where they would throw out crazy ideas, and then meta cognate them. Feedback in the form of comments would be great help them on their thinking-journey. Posting their final project would be really cool too.
I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do with these ideas yet, but I definitely want to explore and ask questions in this direction. I also want to discuss meta cognation and applied critical thinking in the context of a sustainable education. Just the idea of total sustainability, on all levels, is fascinating, especially when we ask what that means in the classroom, and in life. What needs to be changed in schools to make them truly sustainable? On what levels?
Anyways, I must close this up before it gets too late. I have a big French test in a couple of days, and I need to study my subjunctif tense some more. I’m really exited, though. I’m excited and happy.
But I’m not. I’m here. Typing away. Being crazy. Talking to myself. Thinking thinking and thinking.
Function went above my very low expectations, and I was pleased. 
We caught the school bus together from school, and we drove to the Ihilani, the famed hotel from Blue Crush. I sat next to Emily, which was fun because of our insanity. Emily was a good date. We coined some new phrases: D=Drama.
“Don’t start D with me!”
(Some D being brought)
And also many laughs were had over this phrase: “A rogue booty slap every once in a while isn’t a bad thing.”
Andrew (Sam’s date/my cousin/friend), Emily, and I danced the whole night. We got our freak on, you could say. We brought style to a dance floor that was in sore need of it. Surrounded by grinding couples/threesomes, we went crazy and got down and clean. It was intense.
(We were tired after dancing all night.)
The night was beautiful, and there were stars. On the ride home, the wind blew through the windows, and I looked out over the passing cities. The highway was empty. Sam sat next to me this time, while Andrew and Emily sat together. We talked some, and we didn’t talk some. My classmates chattered around us as my dance-sweat cooled on my bare skin.
It made me think that I would remember this night.
Andrew and Emily slept over at my house. We stayed up till 3:00 am, mostly watching movies and talking. I made them watch A Clockwork Orange, and Andrew was fascinated by the cutting of clothes off of women. It was a bad example. We coined this phrase for the occasion: “Rape was imminent.” (But not really, of course. We joke.) 
In the morning we ate pancakes smeared in chocolate and strawberry guts. At noon we went to the beach. In the afternoon we reclined on the beach talking. In the evening I did my homework.
The End.
For a while now, I’ve been afraid of what I was going to be when I grew up. Questions like, “what’s your major?” rose my hackles defensively. Why am I required to think about my future in those terms?
I am a multimedia person; dancing around from passion to passion on a rotating basis, or sometimes gathering them all together simultaneously, I vigorously love what I do (whatever it may be). Writing, environmental science, art, blogging, music, reading, nature, and many other deviations are are all things that I love thinking about, and doing. Where did I fit in the world?
I was thinking about this today gearing up to start laying out the new issue of the school newspaper. I was thinking about how aimlessly I was wandering off the proverbial path (and the ruts) of life. I was thinking about integrity–what it means to hold on to a vague, foggy sort of dream, and not let go of it. Was it foolish of me? Would I eventually lose my grip and fall into oblivion, or worse, bland normality?
I’ve gone through periods where I’ve been afraid of the path I was going down, and its unclear conclusions. I’ve felt doubt before; I’ve been depressed. I’ve been shy, overly outgoing, confused, hopeful, understanding, sad…and I expect that I’ll be all of these things again. In the past week, though, I have felt as though I’ve taken a step forward, using all of these strong emotions that I’ve been feeling about my future, both good and bad. It hasn’t been directly linked to the events that have been going on, but more of a constant absorption of information from my entire life that finally just made sense in the most right way possible. Stuff that I felt was important at the time, but maybe didn’t fully comprehend, finally fit together in perfect jigsaw formation.
And yes, part of this aha! moment did happen in the shower, washing my hair. That part was the illumination of a new possible passion–education. It had never registered before as something that I’d like to pursue. Even as a writer for Students 2.0, I felt that teaching wasn’t me; that it wouldn’t make me happy. I think I was wrong. I think I didn’t know what being a teacher meant, and now I do, if only a little bit more.
I’m not sure exactly what I’ve realized. But I have found out what I know. I was wandering off the beaten path , doing whatever moved me, when I found people with energy and intelligence who wanted to collaborate with me to make something great. It happened, and it’s happening. I loved what I was/am doing. Suddenly, late one night, I got pulled off of my joyful way to have a little skype chat with people across the world about something I’m passionate about. For the first time, I realized that I was teaching (while simultaneously learning), and it felt good. Actually, it felt better than good. That set off a chain reaction, and more teaching opportunities came up–more sharing of passion and ideas and energy. I knew that it felt right.
There are certain things in my life, I’m realizing, that come to me naturally. These things I love. The ambiguity clearing is a step forward; the things that I’ve been holding onto so tightly are slowly taking shape.
The important idea that I’ve come to understand these past few days is that the goal is not the dream. The concept of a palpable goal is something that has been pounded into the heads of impressionable teenagers that go on to grow up pounding the idea into more teenagers’ heads. The goal is inescapable failure. Only in self trust and self belief, when the dream we cling to becomes clearer, that is truly success.
We can look at this in relation to education. A goal is presented that guarantees approval and success when it’s reached by students. Let’s call this idea Grades and Syllabi. Or, it can be called old school learning. There is a clear definition between right and wrong, teacher and student, success and failure. This is the kind of teaching that turned me off of pursuing education as a passion, and it is very limiting as a student. Having an unique idea and being given the freedom to cling to that idea and let it materialize in our hands is what interests me as a student.
When the classroom becomes less of an inhibitor–less of a goal mongering black and white environment–that is when more students will be able to free their minds, and let the idea of following a passion stop having such negative connotations. Breaking down walls between classrooms, students, teachers, countries, races, sexes…and anything else really does bring about positive change first in our own lives, and then in the world.
All of this has helped me take a new step in my life. The change has occurred, and I feel excited to start seeing things through a new perspective.
What this blog has brought to me is really unimaginable. It literally changed the course of my life. What would my life be without it? How many gifts would I have missed if I never continued to publish on this glorious site?
The short answer: I would have been myself, probably doing many of the activities that I do now. My spirit would be roaming the foggy lands of uncertainty (as it is now), and I would still be looking for my place in life. But it would be without a reference point that this place has provided.
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One click. One click to self discovery, to writing [nonsense] everyday, to finding out a little bit more of who I am and what this world means to me. The internet has brought me wealth. Not the type of wealth that buys tickets to France, but the type of wealth that makes a person shine from the inside. Wealth in happiness, wealth in growth, wealth in knowledge. I am still the utterly helpless ungeek trying to survive in this geek eat geek flat world, but I am alive. Social Darwinism proves that I am strong. The funny thing, though, is that the competition for survival on this space wasn’t between other people, but between myself.
I’m not a creature of habit, and I flit through the world like a butterfly, landing on whatever beautiful flower attracts me at the moment. To some, writing in a blog semi-regularly is easy and it comes naturally, but to me it didn’t. I had to fight myself on many levels. On one level, just writing something in here and trying to keep it up tolerably well was a challenge. On another level, there was the hurtle of publishing myself to a world of strangers reading my words that, because I have no internal edit, come out dripping in sticky personal truth.
I know that hardly anyone reads this. Unlike the stats whores out there (*cough* you know who you are), I am comfortable with my low reader counts. But it lulls me into a false sense of security, because then I think that I’m the only one who reads it. So why not get rid of whatever is left of my dignity?
Then someone posts a comment, or I read a link to my blog in someone else’s post, and I freak. First thought “They love me, they really love me!”. Second thought “Oh my God, they read that post. And that. Jesus, what was I on [and where can I get more of it...joking]?”. But seriously, screw dignity. I have pride in myself and who I am, so why hide anything?
That’s one of the most important things this blog has done. It has forced me to show myself, and left me with no other choice than to be proud of it or go insane. Since the second choice was already taken, I decided to take pride in my work (however amateurish it is). It’s like John Lennon and Yoko Ono, posing naked for photos. They had nothing to hide, they were expressing themselves fully. “I don’t believe in -isms, I just believe in me. Yoko and me.” 
Once you believe in yourself completely, and are unafraid to be yourself, there is nothing that can hurt you. If I am always being myself, there is nothing to be ashamed of, because I am not ashamed of who I am (all the foolishness included). I don’t discourage my own individuality, though it is looked down upon by some people. I don’t snub out whatever flame might be burning in me. Eccentric is not a bad thing, like Ray Johnson.
One thing I can say for this blog is that it has always been my ideas and thoughts flowingly through my fingers onto this space. Never have I compromised that. The result has been an eclectic, unorganized (and untagged) mass expression of a mistake making, playful, crazy human being called Lindsea. This is me at my best, and at my worst. Some can see it as ugly, some can see it as beautiful. But there is ugly and beautiful in us all and I am against self censorship.
Today I interviewed a KTUH DJ for my newspaper article. Should be interesting, I suppose. The funniest part was when I wanted to take a picture of her for the column. “Noooo!” She shrieked. She is photogenically challenged, she explained. There was a reason she decided to become a radio DJ.
Realistically though, she was pretty, smart, and all around a good sport for putting up with my nonsensical questions. Yay for Element of Surprise (that’s her show–you can get it streamed at ktuh.org on Sunday nights Hawaii time).
One thing interesting that she mentioned in her interview was how music has changed for her since it’s become her somewhat job (they don’t get paid very much at all). She told me that she started listening to music differently when she KNEW that she had to find new bands/good songs to spin.
I feel like since I’ve become a music snob the same thing has happened. I have an affinity for the obscure, and it upsets me when a band becomes “popular”. I like my bands raw, new, and uncut. (That’s how I like my guys, too. Not). Example: Fiest. I used to love her stuff when I felt like I was in the minority listening to it. Now I see it on iPod commercials, and GOSSIP GIRLS (!!!). What the blooming ‘ell? Um, cockney accent, sorry.
Anyways, regardless of Gossip Girls, the O.C., and Grey’s Anatomy making my nice, obscure(ish) bands popular, I still love them.
But it could just be all in my head, you know. I think it’s me just being an elitist with my list of bands that no one has heard of, from various corners of the globe.
Much love to all you fellow music fiends!
Let’s be honest. I have no technological skills whatsoever. In fact, I just got internet connection a year ago. Yes, I can edit a movie in Final Cut, and do some reasonably cool damage on a picture in Photoshop. But do I know how to design anything on the internet? That’s a big no. Do I even know how to network a blog correctly? No. Hacking (or whatever you call it)? No. HTML? No. Java? Yes please, with some milk.
Doing a paper for school back then either meant that I typed them up on my ancient laptop and used my iPod as an external hard drive, or I hand wrote them and transcribed them onto a school computer. It was complicated, and it gave me a headache. I also had to deal with the fact that my laptop had 20 gigs (is that how you spell it?) of hard drive and it was mostly being taken up by music and my films. I was often given the cheery message that my computer was going to crash if I tried to virtually stuff its face any more.
Though my computer situation was frightfully difficult, my real life seemed so simple. Coming home meant I had plenty of time for reading and doing homework. Maybe some extra credit thrown in there. Plus 10 hours of sleep every night. Introduce a beautiful specimen of a computer (my fatty iMac), and time slips so easily from my gentle grasp.
Train of thought: Hmm let’s check out youtube. Pimplywimp added another video. Cool, I have to watch that. Myspace? New messages, new commments, new photo commments. Facebook? 5 new notifications. Email? Oh I HAVE to email her back, it’s for this club for school. After that I can start my paper. Hmm Word is taking so long to load. I’ll check and see who’s on AIM.
Hours. I come home at 5:00, I finish my internet to-do list by 7:30. Where has time gone? This type of entertainment was never available to me before. Like a gateway drug, this computer stuff launched me into some unwanted addictions. Speaking of, email check break.
Getting back to writing this post hours later, I am shocked by my point. The internet seems like a tool that can be used for good, and for evil. But has anything changed since that fateful “on” button was pushed?
Yes, it has. Exercising my willpower, I have stopped gratuitous internet usage. Now it’s more music/learning/writing centric. I download music nonstop, checking out new bands on wikipedia. I learn interesting facts and make connection using different internet tools. I write in this blog somewhat obsessively, releasing my gibberish into the blogosphere. I explore the world through other people’s eyes.
Blatantly obvious from my blog, I am not a techy. I am an aspiring writer/artist/crazy fool who tries to get her words out there through this wonderful thing called a blog, using the huge and dazzling high speed connection to infinity. With my deer eyes in the headlights, I gaze at this new world that I’ve created for myself, despite my stumbling around complicated technological things. Like Arthus said in his Students 2.0 post, I create this reality. It’s mine. My choices are law, and I have veto power on anything (ctrl alt delete, you know?).
Now my question is, if I can piece together my own reality here, why can’t I do it in real life?
