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Thursday, January 27th, 2005
2:33 am
Becoming an insider
In just over a month i will be leaving for my internship at Olympic National Park in Washington State. During my stay there i will be posing as a park ranger at the visitor center, giving information at the front desk, issuing back country permits, and hopefully developing some "educational" programs that i can present to the multitude of guests who flock to the park during the rainiest season of the year. They are providing me with an efficiency apartment in which to dwell during my stay, and i am told that it might even have a cup and perhaps a plate that i will be able to take my meals upon. If not, they have directed me to several thrift stores in town. Obviously they are not aware of the vast wealth i am in possession of, which i plan on spending on three unpaid months of 40hr. work weeks.

I am not complaining. I am merely commenting on the irony of the situation. For the past year and a half since graduating from college i have been the assistant manager of a pizza shop and making much less than i am worth. Now that i have finally broken into the field in which i want to work, the industry in which i can use the skills and knowledge that i gained in college on the way to my degree, i am taking a $8.38 per hour pay cut, bringing my wages down from $9 per hour to $.62 per hour. (I get a $100 per month stipend). READ: SIXTY TWO CENTS PER HOUR. I understand that i will be getting valuable experience, and also that i will be in the place where i have always wanted to live.


And on that note, there is another part of irony. Port Angeles, the town in which i will be living, is the very same Port Angeles of summer 2003, the same town where one Ted Mallison and one Cortney Freeman tried to move for the summer and couldn't find even a pizza shop job to support themselves. I have applied for a million jobs and internships, and even volunteer positions, but the only one who was ever actively interested in me and even made an effort to get me was at Olympic.

So to recap, the two ironies that exist are:

1) Going down in pay to work at a job in the field of my college degree
2) Being recruited by the place where i tried desperately to get a job right after graduating college

I'm pretty excited.
Monday, December 6th, 2004
3:35 am
Here's one for the books
Saturday night I was alone at Zeppe's. It was about midnight, and the one driver had just left on two deliveries, meaning that he wouldn't be back for a while. I heard the door open, and went up to the front counter to help the very normal looking 40-something couple who had just walked in. Both ordered pizza slices, and then moved aside as a large group of people came through the door. There was some confusion at first as people were coming in the door and trying to decide what they wanted, but ultimately they all decided on slices. I turned around and started to walk back into the kitchen to retrieve the pizza, and as i came around the edge of the wall i saw two figures out of the corner of my eye, standing in the kitchen by the oven. Naturally i gasped and jumped back, as i knew i had been alone in the store except for the customers in the lobby. The two figures apparently heard me gasp, because they turned to look at me. The 40-something man exclaimed, "hi!" in a very its-ok-to-be-in-the-kitchen-of-a-restaurant kind of way. THEY WERE STANDING IN THE KITCHEN EATING THEIR PIZZA.

So i said the only reasonable thing to say in that situation which was, "Um... this is the kitchen."

To which the man replied, "I know!"

And then they got pissy with me because i told them that they couldn't eat their pizza there.

At this point he actually thought it was ok to ask, "how about if we just stand over here?" By "over here" he meant "further into the kitchen."


After i got them back out into the lobby, they proceeded to stand there for another 20 minutes, because they were not embarrassed in the least about what they had just done.

I don't understand how this could happen.
Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
6:21 pm
I am sick as the brick who has picked up the sick.
I woke up with a terrible cold today, so naturally i decided to make some orange juice and noodle soup. An hour after i accidentally fell back to sleep my noodle soup was burnt to the pan like some dead, burnt, sticky thing, and my whole house was filled with smoke. I've really never seen this much smoke in one house. The smoke alarm didn't go off either-- i could have died! That was six and a half hours ago, and the house still smells barely breathable. I will drink one hot toddy to this disaster!
6:19 pm
Thursday, October 21st, 2004
11:58 am
Cold Day
I've been running about since 8:00 this morning. I feel like each movement has been little jerking actions... i jerked off to work and made dough. While it was rising i jerked away to the bank for $5 to buy some coffee. While i was there i jerkingly decided to buy some for my mom too, so i jerkily walked it up to her office. When i was finished with all of these things, i couldn't decide what purpose my day would have. So i read the Free Times. Since i have to be back at work at 4:00, i can't really go anywhere. Angela suggested a "wintry walk". Perhaps this is the best course of action. For now i'm eating some leftover rigationi and drinking some milk.

Current Mood: drained
Tuesday, October 12th, 2004
6:39 pm
Then you can Mash
Bobby "Boris" Pickett

Monster Mash

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash

From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes

They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash

The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son

The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"

They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash

Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"

It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash

Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you

Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash

Apparently the chains sound in the song was made from actual real chains moving up and down.
Sunday, September 12th, 2004
2:40 am
Cookies and Candy all about (but not here)
In recent news, i have obtained a new ZEPPE'S BANDANNA. This is a very cool addition to my already kickin' Zeppe's wardrobe.

Tonight I attended one of those parties that a friend invites you to come along to, but it turns out that there is barely anyone there and your presence sticks out like a sore thumb. The girl's mom was actually in attendance. I still can't seem to get used to these Latin American customs. Deborah tells me that in Venezuela it is rude to say "no" to anything offered to you. It is for this reason that i am totally full up on Tuna Fish Dip.

Hopefully i will write a full entry in here soon. Writing in here just makes me realize how much i want to write in my real journal.
Wednesday, June 16th, 2004
12:46 am
Bradstreet Landing?

Dyani and I on a fat (phat) windsurf board, riding the waves.

But where is the wind?

Saturday, February 7th, 2004
11:30 am
The News
For any of you who know her or may otherwise be interested, my Pete cat went through an operation to have a leg (with tumor) removed late this week. She is in excellent condition, and currently won't come out of my parents' closet. Anyone who wishes to feed her pizza is welcome to come over to give her moral support.
Monday, October 27th, 2003
5:57 pm
Today i told the people at my work that all of my friends call me "banjo" and requested that they please do the same. Now, my friends certainly do NOT call me "banjo" because there is absolutely no reason why my nickname would be banjo. I don't really know what posessed me to do this, but i can say that every time someone hesitatingly called me "banjo" it sent me into hysterics. I am actually
still laughing. I even asked my boss to change my name on the schedule.
Monday, October 20th, 2003
4:20 am
As an aside, i think that something very funny to do is to go back through people's old and forgotten lj entries and post comments on them as if they were current. Very confusing!
Friday, October 17th, 2003
4:01 am
A Word on Serial Monogamy
Homo Sapien is truly an odd species.

To find monogamy in animals is difficult. Usually if a species has developed this social system, it is because its environment demands that which we might refer to as a nuclear family. For example, often in primates, monogamy becomes common when the environment is such that it cannot support many individuals living together in one group. It is much easier to find smaller amounts of food and stay away from predators for these monogamous creatures than it would be if they traveled in large groups. The basic family unit found in most species is the mother-child unit. Some species find it more convenient to add one or more males to this, for various reasons.

Humans evolved in this way, or so current theory states. A female and a male together could produce and support more single-birth offspring than a female on her own in their hunter-gatherer societies.

Industrialism has proven to change many human patterns that previously had held up throughout much of time and space on Earth. One of the most drastic changes has been the rise of a previously rare form of family structure, serial monogamy. Serial monogamy means simply that we go from one monogamous partner to the next, whereas simple monogamy requires choosing one life partner. We might even have offspring with one partner before moving on to another.

What are the causes and effects of this? Industrialism has afforded some modern people luxuries that were never available in the past. Among these has been the ability for equality to exist in society. I am not claiming that it always does, but it can. One of the foremost groups that this equality has helped has been women. For the most part, women in the industrialized world have just as many educational, and therefore economic options as men have.

A direct effect of better education for women has been a drop in the birth rate. Educated women are having fewer children, but they are still having children. Today's upwardly mobile woman does not have the time that her agricultural or hunter-gatherer sisters have for raising children. She is busy obtaining economic resources in places that are not child friendly.

This new economic freedom for women has produced many side effects. One of these, in my opinion, is a heightened divorce rate. A woman can now afford to take herself and her children out of an abusive, or otherwise uncomfortable marriage situation. This is a freedom that (also in my opinion) every woman should be thankful to enjoy, as we are among the first to do so. As with everything though, this has a downside.

As women are no longer economically bound to their husbands, neither are men economically bound to their wives and children. His children are no longer his retirement plan; that is taken care of by his 401k. So whether he leaves or she leaves, both will theoretically be able to survive without a member of the opposite sex.

The mother-child relationship is still the basis for all other social relationships built upon it. Most often, children in divorced families stay with their mothers. This gives men and women unequal footing once again; the male is free to gain as many economic resources as he can without having to use them on anyone except for himself. Not only this, but he has the time to devote to specialization that will help him reach the decision-making echelons of society. The female, offspring in tow, often has reduced options. All of a sudden she has been put in the role of sole caregiver and provider. It stands to reason that she will no longer have the resources (time, energy) to devote entirely to these two areas. Each will have to suffer. For this reason, it is now harder for the female to reach those upper, decision-making echelons of society. She must split her time between work and children.

Perhaps she will find another male with whom she will settle. Perhaps not. But in the end equation it is inevitable that males will continue to have more power for sometime to come under this system of serial monogamy. While we do have safety measures in place to prevent this from happening, they do not always work. Stories of deadbeat dads are commonplace. Oftentimes the males are able to disappear in order to avoid paying their alimony and child support, or else they simply do not pay and suffer the consequences, which amount to a slap on the wrist.

The system of serial monogamy both gives and takes freedom from women. They are free to determine the paths of their own lives, but are at the same time hemmed in again by different economic burdens.
Tuesday, October 7th, 2003
7:20 pm
I applied for two jobs today. One was with the camp where i've been wanting to work. I received an email back that said, "Please note that due to the volume of interest we receive, we are only able to contact candidates who best match the requirements for each position." Later in the day i applied at a flower shop who was advertising a need for a delivery driver. They provide the vehicle. I decided that at this point it has become necessary for me to swallow my pride and take out the nose ring when filling out applications. That is how much i need money. If i hadn't lost my glasses, then this wouldn't be such a pressing matter. Kent Floral always makes me a little nervous when i go in there, because it seems so crowded and small, yet so empty at the same time. Basically i feel like a giant who must watch very carefully where she steps. It was a bit of heaven though, because they had me fill out the application at a tiny table in their greenhouse. They are looking for part-time help, but it would be exactly during the time of day that i got cut from my other job. Also, i have always thought that the person who delivers flowers must have the best job in the world, as people are always happy to get flowers! So really it is perfect.

Current Mood: Top Gun
2:30 am
Dreams to Close the Window by
I am trying to fix my job situation. That means that i have to finish my one resume and write another, more general one. The first one is written directly for this camp for troubled teens where i want to work. The other has to be much more general and much more aimed at an anthropology job. It seems that i may be accompayning some kent roosevelt high school students on some outdoors trips this fall through spring. Apparently their outdoors club is always desperate for adult chaperons, which is perfect because i need resume builders if i expect to get hired at a camp. I also enjoy camping, so it's perfect.

All of this talk of jobs has come about due to a serious slash in my hours downtown at the pizza business. No guarantee of hours on top of shitty pay and no benefits, not even to mention that they're cutting the day shift entirely, has led me to decide that i am definitely moving on. Also, with the cut in hours i have realized that i have no chance of getting the management experience that i wanted. Besides that, I AM SICK TO DEATH OF MAKING THE PIZZA.

Since i have the next two days off, i plan on making a serious job search. If anyone in the area knows of good jobs that are hiring, please let me know. Chris said that perhaps i can get into the stage hands' guild. Or the metroparks with dirty old men.
Thursday, September 25th, 2003
1:10 pm
What can this mean?
Last night i had a dream that Dyani had called and left three voice messages on my cell-o-phone, telling me that she had tongue cancer and that i should meet her in Canada. Canada turned out to be a series of very large water parks.
Sunday, September 21st, 2003
5:47 pm
I don't usually post links, but i happened across this one....

Thursday, September 4th, 2003
3:51 am
Thursday, August 14th, 2003
12:33 am
I wish that i had shoes that were black and silky and shiny and very long and pointy so that i could wear them out and feel like i was walking on large planks.
Thursday, August 7th, 2003
6:35 pm
He asked for it
I've been trying to come up with extra ways to make money so that i don't have to resort to selling plasma. Ted and i actually went to the plasma place sometime last month, but were deterred by the six hour wait. I haven't been back since, even though i told myself that i would do it the next week. So i just received a call from one Steve C. (not caynon) concerning a research study in which i will be participating next monday. For this feat i will be paid $15. So far so good. The problem is that i had to lie and say that i am still a student. Now the poor broke girl in me says "yes!" with all her heart at making this lie, while the scientist in me yells back, "no! you will mess up the results!"

This is why i think that the methodology in anthropology beats both sociology and psychology. The anthropological ethnography is based on months (if not years) of participant-observation, during which time the researcher is lied to plenty, but is often able, due to the length of time of the study, to sort the lies from the truth. Both psychology and sociology make large use of the survey, a method which not only begs lies, but also mis-truths. People don't even want to admit their problems and bad habits to themselves, let alone some researcher about whose work they couldn't care less.

All of a sudden i don't feel so bad.

In rock paper scissors, ethnology beats all three.
Sunday, August 3rd, 2003
1:03 pm
No email
Is anyone else with ksu webmail having problems getting into it? I know that they're resetting the passwords, but i tried the new one and it doesn't seem to be working either.

They describe the new passwords as information "only you would know." They are supposed to be better than the old ss # passwords. In actuality, people would be much more likely to know things like my birth month and year and my middle initial than my ss #. Also, you could go to the library and change the old ones, and i'm not sure that you can do that with the new.
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