A lot of my facebook friends with kids have their baby as their profile photo. Just the baby, no parent. These friends also only talk to one another, usually about the cuteness of the baby or the stresses of being a young parent. When I look at comments, it looks like facebook has been taken over by scores of 10-month-olds. O_o It’s rather unsettling.
I was told to reread it from the perspective of Nick Caraway being homosexual, and I just don’t see it. There is a random sentence that seems to imply a sexual encounter between Nick another male. Being from men’s boarding school and Yale in the days of all-or-mostly-male admission, I think Nick simply harbors some affinity for casual sex with other men. Gay? Probably not.
Sexuality is a very complex thing, but that’s a post for another day. I can see Nick as pansexual or even romantically asexual. That is, I can see him having an all-or-nothing sexuality that allows him to see the beauty in everything. It also gets him closer to god — Dr. TJ Eckleberg and Owl-Eyes.
For those of you that don’t know yet (do you live under a rock or just in the MIT bubble?) Segal was a postdoctoral assistant in MIT’s PVLab. Over the month of March, Segal was in contact with what he thought to be a Colorado mother and conspired with her to perform sex acts with herself and her 2 underage children. He was arrested in a sting operation for travelling with intent to have sex with a minor and held, without bail, because he was a flight risk (Segal was an Israeli citizen). For these crimes, he faced up to 30 years in prison and a possible $250,000 fine.
He was found dead in his Colorado cell with a handmade noose — possible suicide.
We, as a community, have been mourning the other two suicides that happened this year, but this one we quickly switch to blaming Segal for his crimes. “Good,” we say, “He had it coming; one less pedophile in the world.”
Let me insert a quick disclaimer here to say I, in no way, support Segal’s actions. What he did disgusts me, as I’m sure it disgusts you. In my opinion, sex acts need to be safe and consensual. Sex with a minor blurs both of those lines in a way that is unarguably wrong, and blurring those lines is the ultimate crime, in my opinion.
This piece that I’m writing is about getting help. Segal killing himself did not bring any more justice to the world. It did strip the world of a pedophile, but it also stole a leader and mentor. He had many demons that I cannot come to terms with, but he needed help.
Reach out, MIT, to your fellows. We’re all in this crazy thing called life together and need to be good to one another. Help yourself, and help others if you think they are negatively impacting the health and happiness of themselves or others. I use this scandal to get my message out there because I think more of you will read it and apply my message – Get help. Help someone.
I have run out of great books to read. After I am done rereading my first — love Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon — I’ll be tackling a few books that have been challenged in American schools…because screw society, that’s why.
I’ll be reading these, but probably not in this order…
Thanks to Spotify (if you don’t have Spotify yet, get it) I’ve been listening to a lot of albums that I was in love with when I was about 13 or 14. 1) Jeez, I had questionable taste in music. 2) Have you ever wondered what would happen if T-Pain hadn’t ruined auto tuning and other forms of electronic music? Used sparingly, it’s a wonderful addition to a song.
I hate that facebook tells me when people have read an article, but won’t allow me to comment on them having read that article. Horrible. Also, it’s creepy that I can’t just READ an article…it means that articles with the most titillating names get read more often. I’ve decided to bypass all of this by googling the name of the article and source instead of following links.
but tl;dr A constitutional amendment facing voters in Mississippi would declare a fertilized human egg to be a legal person, effectively branding abortion and some forms of birth control as murder.
My musings? Can’t we put all of the insanely right-wing people in their own little society? That way, when it crumbles, they can see that gays and minorities helped build their society, and abstinence-only education doesn’t work on their daughters, and so on and so forth…
Sorry that this isn’t completely thought out (2:30am, gimme a break!) but I’d love to see comments and whatnot to stimulate conversation.
This is my brass rat. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My brass rat is my best friend. It is my life. I must master MIT as I must master my life. Without me, my brass rat is useless. Without MIT, I am useless. I must study hard and true. I must study harder than my enemy, who is trying to outshine me. I must invent before he invents. I will. Before William Barton Rogers I swear this creed: my brass rat and myself are defenders of my diploma, we are the masters of our course load, we are the saviors of my degree. So be it, until there is no problem sets, but sleep. Go Tech.
Hurricane Irene is supposed to reach me Sunday night/Monday morning with Category 1 status or less. I PROMISE to take all precautions in being safe and to notifying you all of my whereabouts. The earthquake a few days ago jammed up the phone lines so be sure to check Facebook and my Twitter before getting too worried. I love you ALL. <3
Okay, I changed my mit.edu password earlier this week. I was using Gmail to manage my MIT account. I can see, but not send messages. Last time, it was as simple as just changing the password on my gmail profile, but I can’t seem to find it. Please halp :)
I think the bass and drums in the chorus are inspired by Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing”. Tell me I’m not the only one that hears it. (I hear it around 1:23) Wikipedia says it’s inspired by Springsteen, but I still hear Journey.
Some of you know about the part of my mind that isn’t at peace with itself. Well, this time back in the hometown is going to be part of the Journey to assuage these thoughts. Step 1: Visit places that hold some powerful memories.
I did this by cycling down a road I remember driving down when I was younger and looking at my house. They’re very different, yet oddly the same. I think Step one is completed…On to figuring step 2…
For those of you that don’t know, all flights from Chicago O’Hare —> Indianapolis were cancelled on Wednesday night. I made it to Chicago okay but then had to stay in a hotel. It was nice enough…cable, wifi, free breakfast…the whole 9 yards.
A shiny black sedan picked me up, but charged me a taxi fare. That was weird.
I then sat in Union Station because I’m silly and arrived really early. I was stopped by 2 different homeless crazies. The crazies in Chicago look a lot less crazy than the Boston crazy. I was tricked….HOODWINKED.
I then took megabus to Indy. I saw corn. It was very Hoosier of me. I saw uprooted trees on my ride, so I am actually very thankful that I was on the bus and not in the air.
After a very stressful morning, I finally finished my finals!! I am halfway done with my MIT undergraduate career. I am finally looking forward. What awesomeness!! Enjoy this photo of my smile and brass rat <3
I just posted my first #finalsweek tweet. I know that the majority of my friends are already done. But I’m just now in the home stretch, so forgive my bullshitting. I am one paper, and 2 exams away from being halfway done with my MIT career. Scary, huh? Thankfully it’s punctuated with lots of fun and (not so thankfully) some tearful goodbyes.
My schedule is currently Mondays and Wednesdays 9am to noon, and then another class in the afternoon…er, 2 or 3pm. And then 2 hour long recitation sections on Friday. I’m also taking a class that is TO BE ANNOUNCED by the professor depending on the students’ schedule. (It has very small enrollment, and my schedule is very VERY open)
9.01 - Introduction to Neuroscience
9.07 - Statistics for Brain and Cognitive Sciences
9.85 - Infant and Early Childhood Cognition
21A.510 - Seminar in Anthropological Theory
I may or may not be excited to have L. Schultz and Jean Jackson in the same semester. :) And by “may or may not” I mean “am”.
I am a twitter fiend. Most of you know this. (Follow me, now!! @tjt2013) I was thinking of starting a new hashtag: #mymemoirtitle. I will try to do this everyday, based on my experience that day. Some of you know my obsession with going through old tweets and checking them as they chronicled my life. Kind of like a diary, but with 140 characters or less. If you tweet too, be sure to tell me your memoir title.
Oh, and today’s example is “Amish People and Art Fairs”
I am writing a paper for my class, “Photography and Truth” (21A.348 for all you MIT-ers out there), about Lynching Photographs. The photographer of arguably the most famous lynching photograph (seen here) is Lawrence Beitler. I discovered today that his name autocorrects to “Hitler”. How appropriate.
This weekend, two years ago, I fell in love with my University…yes, my friends…it is CPW here at MIT. The Pre-frosh are here, the weather is amazing, and I have a crapload of studying to do. Such is the life. Enjoy your time, class of 2015!!
ARK is for ARK Music Factory…Those of you familiar with Rebecca Black’s “Friday” already know the heinous crap this factory churns out. Today I learned that Patrice Wilson CHARGES these children’s familes $2,000 to write, produce, etc. electropop fool’s gold. It’s amazing.
I love electropop…I do not love Patrice Wilson and what he’s doing to these kids. Do you remember those sketchy modeling companies in the 90’s that set up camp in Marriott lobbies and charged mothers to have their precious babies on screen? Yeah? Well, this is what Patrice is doing. Except 1000x worse!! In the age of YouTube, he doesn’t even have to TRY to reach an audience, and then poor darlings like Rebecca Black end up internet memes for our amusement.
Everyone knows about the studies: Mozart makes babies smarter, classical music helps students focus.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I have a new idea! Gangsta Rap helps college students tackle annoying assignments!
I spent 2 hours staring at an assignment. (It was a 2-3 page paper on cognitive research and its effect on public policy making…psh EASY.) As I browsed my various social networking sites, I realized something…my paper was not writing itself. Then, something glorious happened…”Get Back [Explicit]” - Ludacris shuffled on my iTunes. I was hit with a wave of productivity. I turned on NWA’s “Straight Outta Compton [Explicit]” and let the West Coast anger wash over me. The paper was finished in 30 minutes.
After about 3.7 seconds of hard thinking, I have decided that I want this to be the story of my life this summer. I will be spending what is hopefully my last Hoosier summer this 2011, and I wanna make trips…lots and lots of trips. To the Amusement Parks. To the Lake. To Chicago.
If you are an old Indy fwend and you want in, text me.
The snow hasn’t even come, and people are already talking about how it’s going to shut us down for twenty bajillion days. Back home in indy, you wake up, and it’s like “Oh, darn…can’t do anything today.” or “Man, that’s a lot of snow outside…I probably shouldn’t wait until rush hour to go home…but I’m going to wait until rush hour anyway.”
Tomorrow will be my first Bostonian snow-in…The other two “blizzards” (psh.) happened during Xmas Vaca ‘09 and ‘10. Bring it.
It’s amazing how much a clean room can affect your mood! Right now I feel full…complete…CLEAN even. This feeling is a tad overwhelming…I dunno how neat freaks do it!
Happy Monday, people! Today I spent the day in the LIBRARY (oooh, ahhhh) Tomorrow I go to the Massachusetts RMV to get new identification…(Lost my purse last week, BOO! but as of an hour ago, it’s at my grandmother’s house, YAY!)
Sorry for the laugh tracks in today’s post. I was reading through the transcripts of “Wait, Wait! Don’t Tell Me” (a game show on NPR, look it up.) and they type out the laugh track in the transcript…put me in a *mood*
One of the stuffs I do is work at the Alumni Association here at MIT. Today I was sorting letters (for 3 hours) and I couldn’t get them all done because so many alums had MIT in their hearts this holiday season. If you are an MIT alum (or, anyone for that matter) that wants to give to MIT, go to giving.mit.edu. I can’t wait until I’m able to support this place! ILTFP!
Also, if giving to schools isn’t your thing, try something else. I personally bought the 2011 ST8 AGAINST H8 charity beefcake calendar ;D
This post comes from the MIT Stratton Center Reading Room. I am alone…in the entire reading room. I have decided to wake up early and do all my stuffs in the Reading Room to practice good study habits (Ok, ok, posting to tumblr is not exactly a good study habit, but baby steps, man!) And…it’s empty! I’m so lonely!
Today was the first day of MIT’s Independent Activities Period. And it was good. I went to class, ran some errands, ate an enchilada, and napped. In about an hour, I’m going to Ballroom Dancing class…why? Because it’s IAP and I can do that.
If you’re MIT, what are you up to? Are you home yet?
If not? Please see previous posts to relate your stuff to my stuff.
or should I say “Happy Last Day of Vacation”. For me at least. Tomorrow is all errands, and Monday is the start of our January term. Lots of stuff needs to get done…I have a plan to turn this year around! Cliche, right? What’s your resolution for the new year?
No, I have not done a drag show (yet). But I have this grand vision of me as a faux queen belting out “Again, Again” (Lady Gaga, on the Fame album…if you’re not a superfan and singing it already…) It’s amazing. And I’m going to make this happen. Because it’s called “TJ Does Stuff” not “TJ Thinks About Doing Stuff.”
My flight was delayed. Not because of the disgusting New England weather in the past week, but because of “Employee Legality.” Translation? They didn’t want to pay a pilot overtime. Tomorrow morning I’m going into Providence, and THEN home to Cambridge. (I couldn’t get a Boston flight, because the weather has those booked for the next few days.) Wish me luck!