Friday, November 12, 2010

St. Louis Art Museum, Cahokia Mounds, UK Arboretum

Apollo and Marsyas, Bartolomeo Manfredi


Pierre-Auguste Renoir, The Dreamer
Georges Pierre Seurat, Port-en-Bessin: The Outer Harbor (Low Tide)
Cahokia Mounds (Collinsville, Illinois)
Cahokia Mounds
Cahokia Mounds
University of Kentucky Arboretum (Lexington, KY)
One more from the arboretum.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Cyber Bullying

Cyber bullying among preteens and teenagers has been the topic of much conversation lately. Only a few weeks ago, I came across a CNN article detailing the suicide of a thirteen-year-old girl who had been incessantly bullied via the internet by a classmate and neighbor of the same age. While I can't recall all the particulars of the situation, I do remember that the bully's mother had a very active role in the harassment of this young girl, helping to keep her daughter's insults constant. (Why would an adult woman want to engage in this stupidity? The article suggested that this woman had some dislike for the target's mother and was acting out of spite, which is a perfectly rationale explanation for her acting half her age.) The harassment went on for weeks until the victim took her own life. I've read five or six similar scenarios in the past months, all of which resulted in suicides.

Cyber bullying is not a new phenomenon; it existed long before the days of FaceSpace, Twitter and MyBook. It's been around just as long as the technology that makes it possible, and it's easy to see why it has grown into an enormous problem. While I attended high school, all of the cyber bullying that I heard about was confined to chat rooms, ICQ/AIM, and guest books of personal web pages, in which anyone could anonymously leave hateful commentary for the unlucky owner. (I can recall a single exception that's worthy of sharing: a somewhat popular guy with too much time on his hands decided to start an internet message board for my high school. Anyone could post anything. Regardless of this guy's motive for starting it, the message board quickly became nothing more than a miniature Topix.com that allowed students to debate important questions of the day: Who has the biggest boobs? Who has the hottest mom? Who's the ugliest? Is [cheerleader's name] still sleeping with [substitute teacher/physical education teacher]?) I won't argue that cyber bullying wasn't bad years ago. It was prevalent, but the channels for the harassment were significantly fewer.

Today, outlets for internet bullying seem unlimited. MySpace and similar sites are perfect tools for cyber bullies when users don't keep strong privacy settings in place. YouTube, CNN.com and other frequently visited websites are always abuzz with commentary from members. Rather than fostering any decent amount of intelligent discussion, the comment sections usually contain nothing more than ignorant opinions and heated back-and-forth exchanges between pseudo intellectuals living in their mothers' basements. I've seen way too much name-calling and inexcusable attacks on these comment boards. (Hence I try to avoid them altogether if it's possible.) There are plenty of websites that allow unrestricted, anonymous communication among members (and sometimes non-members); anyone on such a site is an easy target for someone bored out of his or her mind and ready to ruin someone's day.

It's unfortunate that jerks are everywhere: the internet is certainly no exception. In general, it's not difficult to keep yourself relatively safe from this sort of harassment. If you maintain strong privacy settings and are able to resist the urge to put your two cents into every politically-fueled diatribe on internet discussion boards, you should be okay. I think, however, that this is slightly easier said than done for preteens and teenagers, since people in that age bracket seem to have a knack for finding new and creative ways to annoy and harass people they dislike. The following story is a good illustration of this.

I read a news article last week regarding yet another teenager who committed suicide because she was being harassed by classmates. The bullying didn't all take place on the internet; it happened mostly at the girl's high school. The incident that triggered the eventual suicide was made possible by a horde of cell phone-wielding teenagers. According to the article, the girl took a topless photo of herself and sent it to her boyfriend. Said photo was intercepted by a friend of the boyfriend, who decided to forward it to many students at the girl's high school and to students at neighboring schools. After the photo had been thoroughly circulated online and elsewhere, the girl began to be verbally and physically abused by some of her classmates. She committed suicide after a few weeks of harassment.

That news story was actually my impetus for writing this post. Though the suicide was disturbing enough, I found many other details unsettling: Why was a thirteen-year-old sending a topless photo of herself to her boyfriend? (God forbid I question this, right?) Why do almost all people in this age bracket have cell phones with internet capabilities in the first place? (I have yet to hear a legitimate argument as to why someone who's not even old enough to drive a car really needs a cell phone. Maybe I'm still stuck in 2002.) Why were a good number of these students getting away with harassing their classmate when the abuse was apparently very visible and frequent? I find it really hard to believe that not a single teacher or staff member at the school didn't pick up on this while it was going on.

Sigh. In happier news, I posted new albums to my Picasa gallery. Please take a look.

Monday, August 09, 2010

Saint Louis

Cathedral Basilica of St. Louis



Saint Louis University



My apartment

Monday, July 12, 2010

No Shirt, No Pants, No Service

While cleaning out old e-mails in my inbox, I came across the hysterical Speedo guy letter.  For those of you who don't know the background to this story, allow me to explain.  This all took place a little more than a year ago.  I was studying for final exams and writing a paper at a local coffee shop.  There was an older man sitting directly across from me at another table who seemed to be pretty occupied with some business on his computer.  All of a sudden, this guy stood up and--wow--he had no pants on.  He did, however, have on a Speedo.  Yup, awkward.  (I should quickly mention that this guy wasn't in the best physical shape and had to have been at least 45 years old.) 

Because my luck is just so incredible, Mr. No Pants struck up a conversation with me and asked what I was studying.  I explained nicely (but not too nicely) that I was writing a history paper on Joan of Arc's trial.  He then proceeded to throw out some random history facts and ask me a few historical questions.  After three minutes or so of conversation, he explained to me that he came to the coffee shop to blog and that many of his posts pertained to history.  Speedo asked for my e-mail address so that he could forward me some of his "interesting" posts.  I honestly hate giving out personal information like that to strangers, so I was very reluctant to give him my e-mail, but he quickly threw in something along the lines of "Well, you know, it would be so much better to have your phone num..."  NO, TAKE THE DAMN E-MAIL ADDRESS.  In my haste to get Speedo out of my personal space, I gave him my e-mail.  Bad idea.  I knew this, but by that point in the semester I was exhausted and had too much to accomplish to worry a lot about the repercussions for giving out my e-mail address to a pantless weirdo.

Fast forward to a week later, during the middle of finals week.  I had just gotten out of bed and went downstairs to check my e-mail.  Sitting at the top of my inbox was this e-mail from the coffee shop creeper:

Hey Shelby,

As you know, I'm an accountant by day.

However, I also do part-time work as a male exotic dancer (I work exclusively w/ female audiences).

I do the gigs to help w/ a charitable cause: for instance, I'm the entertainment at a house party fund-raiser. (I don't do this for hire-although I've received offers. It's my way of helping out.)

A couple of female co-workers coaxed me into doing it about 6 months ago. I was reluctant at first (but I caved- it was a "dare" by them, so I said I'd do it once), but the response has been favorable, so, I occasionally help out a charitable event from time to time. For instance, I just got done with an event about a week ago- they were raising money for Alzheimer's research.

So, I thought I might treat you to a 30 minute free preview- a stress release! It's a lot of fun. If you have any friends who'd like to watch, invite them, too! I also do single person shows as well, if any friends aren't available. I like to offer this to my female friends. (I've got a woman friend who is an entertainer as well- she does belly dancing, and once in a while treats me accordingly!). Don't worry if you have a boyfriend: many of the women at the charity events are married, and they're some of the best tippers!

If you're in to this sort of thing, let me know- again, it's free (you might think this is somewhat of a plebian exercise, but most participants are more of the patrician set).

Let me know.

I didn't know what to think.  For a minute or so, I just sat at my dining room table, disgusted and annoyed.  Now I can just laugh at it.  Charitable cause?  Honestly...?  It sure would be nice to have fewer creepers out there.  Oh well.  At least nothing similar has happened since then.


I just added some new photos here:


http://picasaweb.google.com/shelbyuk17


Going to go spend time with my Nook now.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Yep, I'm Procrastinating.

Well, I'm only procrastinating somewhat.  I've already completed all my work for tomorrow and some of the work that's due later in the week, including one of those awful historical linguistics assignments.  I believe I'm entitled to a blog post tonight.

My GEO 321 instructor has been incredibly gracious to my class, giving us lots of opportunities to earn extra points that will be added to our final grades.  (This might have something to do the class's D average on the midterm exam, yeah.)  I'm taking advantage of the extra credit assignments, and I wrote a tiny paper today for one bonus point.  The paper is basically my reaction to a few segments of Diane Sawyer's damn aggravating documentary about Appalachian children. I now dislike Sawyer, ABC, and television in general even more so than before.  I didn't think this was possible. You can find the videos here:

Children of the Mountains

...and my response, which is more of a rant than a formal paper:

Extra Credit Assignment: Response to "A Daughter's Heartache", "Children of the Mountains", and "What It's Like Living in Appalachia"

Prior to the showing of an excerpt from the "Hidden America: Children of the Mountains" documentary, the ABC news reporter introducing the excerpt referred to Appalachia as “another world, right here in America.” In my personal opinion, this description is simply false and irritating. Appalachia cannot be accurately characterized as some sort of separate, distinct cultural entity within the greater United States. Issues of poverty, lack of infrastructure, drug use, unemployment, and inadequate education are by no means exclusive to Appalachia. Though these problems are generally more prevalent in this region of America than in many others, they are issues rooted strongly in Appalachia’s history. The social struggles that exist there today are largely the end result of decades of exploitation of its rich resources, with the generated wealth flowing out of the region rather than remaining within. After the last great booms of the dominating industries, mountain people were left with few options for ensuring their livelihoods. The infrastructure was poor, the education was sub-par, and employment opportunities were few.

Rather than view Appalachia’s current problems in light of the region’s telling history, the media seems eager to portray them as causes, rather than effects, of its “uniqueness”. (i.e., the region suffers because mountain people love their welfare checks and don’t wish to work, not because the historical circumstances of Appalachia have made it difficult for many to find employment within the region.) Ridiculous stereotypes permeate media pertaining to Appalachia, and I (most unfortunately) found these videos crawling with them. Appalachian isolation, ignorance, drug-dependence and heavy religiosity are focal points of Diane Sawyer’s documentary.

I remember watching Sawyer’s documentary for the first time last year and being seriously offended and angered. Though I felt great sympathy for these individuals, especially for the children (who were obviously intelligent and well aware of the predicaments they face), the fact that Sawyer chose these particular Appalachians to show in her documentary just proves beyond a doubt that she was more interested in sensationalizing her work rather than giving her audience a more accurate picture of mountain people. Could she have portrayed any number of young Appalachians who lived in good homes with adequate space, who had drug-free parents, and who had their basic needs provided for? Absolutely. But this would not have been as interesting as showing an impoverished young girl who cried when her mother (and sole caretaker) was sent away to drug rehab. The ABC audience would obviously rather watch another child living in a cramped mountain house with ten of her relatives relate sad stories about her mother’s food stamps running out before the end of the month. (Pepsi is put into babies’ bottles when that happens!)

I won’t deny that these situations exist in Appalachia, and the documentary is evidence of that. What I strongly dislike is the fact that Sawyer depicted the worst-of-the-worst social conditions as the Appalachian generality. Despite all the historical misfortunes of the region, many people there have shown an amazing ability to overcome in the face of adversity. Others have not been as successful in this respect, and these particular people do not need (nor want) momentary national sympathy fueled by a Louisvillian’s shameless quest for high TV ratings.  Pity alone does nothing for the Appalachian people who really need assistance. But what would the media do if it could no longer poke fun at toothless, unkempt, ignorant hillbillies? God forbid!

My conclusion is this: if there is any truth in the idea that Appalachia is the “other America”, it is only because the historical circumstances of the region have produced its present difficulties, not because Appalachians are inherently lazy, averse to work, and ignorant.  The fact that a good number of outsiders still carry around these ridiculous misconceptions about the region and its people is a testament to the power of stereotypes and misinformation.  Oh well.  What do I know?  I'm just a mountain skank.


In other (and better) news, the Lexington weather has been absolutely beautiful!  I have photo evidence:

 Common Grounds (April 11)

UK Campus

The flowers are in bloom!

Another campus flower...

Yay for pretty colors.

Okay, I have four classes tomorrow, so it's definitely bedtime for me.  Valete!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

De Meis Laboribus

I reached a new level of anxiety this week simply thinking about all the things that have to be accomplished in the next five weeks.  Aside from the general reading and homework that is par for the course during any given week, I have three research papers to write (two of which are 10+ pages), two presentations to give, a qualitative and a quantitative assignment to complete for sociology, three more historical linguistics assignments to write (ugh!), four or five books to read, and five final exams to take.  On top of all of this, I'm still trying to decide whether or not I'm going to finish Greek in May.  If I enroll in the course, I'll have to start studying my Greek pretty frequently again.  Insanity.  I really wanted to attend Hillbilly Days in Pikeville this year, but it looks like I'll stay put in Lexington.  Despite all of this, there is one thing I'm incredibly happy about: I'm not freezing to death anymore.


 The Arboretum (March 19)

The weather has been very pleasant, and it's safe to say that I won't have to endure freezing temperatures for quite awhile.  The forecast mentioned something about 80-degree temperatures next week and I'm ecstatic.  I just hope that the sun won't be too much of a distraction in the midst of classes and homework.  

It's study time again.  I don't know if I'll be able to post anything until after finals.  If I do, it will just be for purposes of procrastination.