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Location: Boca Raton, Florida, United States

I'm currently ABD at FAU in the Comparative Studies Program. I should be working on my dissertation (Urbanity, in general, and Detroit, specifically), but find that my cat, Mr. Emerson, has other plans for me. Until I break free from his little cat chains, I cannot even begin to think about my scholarship.

21 March 2006


so the dsl is down again and I've been out of town quite a bit. no real news. I'm starting a myspace, so I think the blogspot will be down for a while. If you're interested, look me up on myspace.

17 February 2006

I had to do it

Waiting at the airport, I took this little quiz. If I were a punctuation mark, I'd be:

You scored 46% Sociability and 70% Sophistication!
Your life can be difficult because of your insecurities, but you should know that it isn't your fault. YOU didn't ask to be thrown in around thirty times per page in every bodice-ripper on the shelf! Those who overuse you can kiss your . . . you know. You need to learn to hold your head high and glory in your solitude. You really do have excellent, scholarly tastes. You must never forget that your friend, the period, will be there to support you at the end of every sentence where you truly belong, and, if what is left out is as important as what is said, why, then you are as vital as the alphabet!

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 40% on Sociability

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You scored higher than 73% on Sophistication
Link: The Which Punctuation Mark Are You Test written by Gazda on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

09 February 2006

Quick Note

On my campus this week, a student was shot by a police officer. I'm not going to be the judge of anyone's behavior here. What I do want to note is that meeting violence with violence is NEVER the answer! In that light, there is a protest being held outside of the FAU police station on Friday at 1:00. I quickly read the sign and hope that I have the facts correct. If I don't please correct me. Boca and FAU cops need to be put in check and this is a good way to do that.

SimCity Drama

I’m coming to terms with my addiction to SimCity. After a chat with Su last night and a coffee with Denise this afternoon, I’m starting to see fairly clearly that I’m depressed. And not in a good way. Sometimes I get depressed and I lose a bunch of weight and get super organized. This time, I’m getting fat(-er) and sloppy.
I hope this won’t turn into one of those long, boring, “poor me” sessions but work with me, people. After passing my exams in December, the chair of my committee stepped down. Having no chair, but three people who are willing to serve on the committee but who won’t chair, has put me in a somewhat desperate mind-set. I know the right answer: buck up, do the work, and crack on without a chair. But something is keeping me from doing that. I don’t have the energy. Instead of focusing my time on the dissertation and its work, I’m thinking about the Sims. It’s so much easier. I can imagine them all having their own little life. They are hurrying through their day, working to achieve their goals, raising their families, writing their dissertations. It’s somehow easier to watch them succeed at my projected desires than to actually go out and fulfill them for myself. No fear of rejection, no lack of chair, no ANYTHING that would hinder a Sim life. And perhaps that is at the heart of my dilemma. I frequently project my idealistic, doxastic world wishes onto my unsuspecting, “real” world ontology. I can’t help but be disappointed. But here is the kicker. I don’t get upset with the people in my life who fall short of what I project onto them; of course not, how can I hold them to an arbitrary standard which I set and don’t bother to tell them about? Instead, I get upset with myself or the overwhelming nature of earthly disappointment. I do this to myself, too. I set up improbable possibilities for my own behavior, belief systems, appearances, relationships, &c. and then I overly abuse myself – emotionally, not physically, of course :-) – for my lack of perceived success. Of course, I’ve chatted with a therapist about this several years ago. It’s a behavior in which I’ve been engaged for my entire life. It’s not “perfectionism,” per se; “perfectionists” are anal about everything and I’m definitely NOT. Rather, I think I must be running from something but toward nothing. Am I afraid of commitment? That answer seems too easy, everyone has a “commitment problem,” and I’ve always thought of myself as being okay with commitment. But perhaps, just like the little Sims running around SimCity, I am only committed to the goals being projected onto me by an idealist outsider. Now if I could only find him or her, I could tell them to turn the game off and let me fade from their consciousness.
And just now I’m struck with that statement. It shows a fear of internal reflection. Again, not something with which I believe myself to be troubled. At my base level, I do believe I’m okay with my psyche – Freud would be bored. It’s everyone else in the world that troubles me.

23 January 2006

New City -- Pop 120,000

So I’ve found this new game. Actually, Su gave it to me for Christmas. I am now the creator of a SimCity. It’s amazing to me how much time I can spend zoning land, building infrastructure, and watching the little sim-people “live” out their “lives.” I have been known to sit down at the computer around 8pm and not get up agian until the sun is rising. The Sim's favorite day of the year is Thanksgiving day; every year they ask to have a parade which they always seem to throw in the middle of a decaying commercial district. It’s gotten to the point where I just ignore their request until after Thanksgiving so that I don’t have to watch them celebrate with their floats. Last night I began work on my city after a substantial delay. The city, which I called “New City” – don’t laugh, had dwindled to a mere 50,000 people. I was worried that it would go the way of Detroit. Thanks to my clever leadership, I managed to bounce the city up to a population of about 120,000. Basically I cut ALL of the environmental restrictions and industrial taxes so that industry would return to New City. I felt bad doing that but I didn’t have a choice, I needed people. When I reached 120,000, I put all the restrictions back in but kept the tax scale at zero and things started to decline. I bumped the tax scale up to 1% and those darn little sims started building again. I found myself getting very upset with the sims who complained about a 0% or 1% property tax. I realize that I had been too generous to my people and now think that it may be time to become a dictator. I’m especially interested in imposing the curfew on teenagers and a general smoking ban.

18 January 2006

What's in a Name?

So I get this anonymous comment on my last post:

Dear Mr. Emerson,

I was wondering if you could help me consider what the most 'liberal' state in America is (not necessarily for the feline species, but for those nasty humans).


Desperate to Relocate

I find it interesting that the comment is directed to Mr. Emerson. He is, of course, my cat. And possibly the most intelligent two-year-old that I know. I also find it interesting that the post is from an anonymous commentor. One should always own up to their words as not doing so is a sign of weakness. Even, dear commentor, if you are one of my students, you should know that I would never hold you in any kind of political judgement, nor would I chastise you for finding my blog by googling my name. That said, I like the question. What is the most ‘liberal’ state? It is compelling that you choose to put ‘liberal’ in quotes. I’m not quite sure what you mean in so doing. The best answer to your question, I think, is “state of mind.” One should always maintain a liberal, open, embracing, accepting mind set. Methinks, however, that the question is more literal. For that answer, I would suggest looking at the election results for the most recent presidential race. You have to start by finding the two big oceans and then finding the blue states which but up against them. I might suggest that Oregon, with its recent “right to assisted suicide” supreme court news is a good choice. One might even go to the North East where, in some very progressive regions, gay marriage is being debated or preformed. I would caution you to avoid Texas, where, thanks to republican deception and dirty-trickery, progressive thinkers will not have a voice until an accurate re-districting is complete. –

– At least that’s what Mr. Emerson has to say. I always agree with Mr. Emerson. He always agrees with me.

Out of curiosity, dear reader, Mr. Emerson is wondering from where you wish to relocate? What’s wrong with finding friends in your own “neck of the woods?”

Of course, curiosity did kill the cat.

16 January 2006

I'm back to let you know I can really shake it down

Happy New Year and all that. I’m glad to be back “on line” here at the house. After Wilma, Bell South didn’t really have my DSL service listed as a priority, so I stopped blogging. Anyway, here I am now :-)
I had a great Christmas in Pennsylvania with my family and we threw a New Year’s Eve party to end all New Year’s Eve parties. This past week marked the beginning of the semester and I’m excited to be teaching Interp Drama this semester.
More as it becomes available

22 October 2005

Back to the Exam Readings

Something strikes me about the nonfiction that I’ve been reading lately. It seems that during the post-war era, corporations took advantage of the greedy, self-serving, racist, Modernism of white America and seized upon it, locking in our “progression” toward corporate capitalism. I think that, in some way, I want to link this to the race riots of the 60s and 70s. It is not so much a race of people that is rioting, rather it is a class reacting to the first offence of corporate oppression. Of course this is racism but not in a typical sense; rather it is the oppression of a class and the policies which ensure that classes be constructed of a particular race – or, perhaps that the dominant and wealthy class remain of a certain race – that constitutes racism and the racial discussion. I know I’m treading on thin ice here. I’m splitting a delicate hair. But I think it a hair worth splitting, an important distinction to make.