writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Sunday, November 27, 2005





5:30 PM!


Monday, November 21, 2005

fighting apathy one blog response at a time

i'm astounded by the kind of responses i've been getting to the fair labor campaign from the blogosphere alone.

here's a sample of the recent offenses and my attempt to set the decrier's straight:

(from J's recent post on my efforts on the miami campus)

Brit said - " of my professors wants meto go to this thing for credit. can you believe that? i saw these letters to the editor in the miami student about the whole thing but i don't know what the big deal is really. i mean, at least MU staff hafve jobs right?"
my response -
holy shit, i can't believe you can say that, brit!

"at least they have jobs?!" do you realize that those jobs require so much physical, not to mention mental strength and energy, (and time, let's not forget that!) that asking them to work those positions for the pay they're getting now is just a small degree short of slave-driving?!

not to exaggerate, but miami u's labor practices are anything but humane. and this from an institution striving to become first in 2009?

all i can say is that it's a good thing you have a professor who cares enough about the education you're getting to MAKE you go. that's right, brit, education is actually about so much more than grades and book-learning.

it's about earning your global citizenship.

so go on the 29th. you'll probably learn something.

(from my earlier fair labor post)

Tyler Patrick said - "[I]t's about dispelling the myth of the american dream and self-made man" -- please, make that statement as public as you can. That'll really rally people to your cause.
my response -
you know what? i'm not seeking the support of the people too scared to lose their own balance if they rock the boat of convention.

people are too content to wallow in their self-made, self-perpetuated illusions, and it keeps them from doing anything progressive for change. and the biggest problem is that apathy is cheap. it's too easy!

i can't stand the people who get uneasy at the slightest mention of change. those people are the ones that prevent any kind of social progress, because they get motion sick with the smallest movement forward.

be it uncomfortable, unsettling, disturbing or otherwise, change needs to happen. of course it's scary and unnerving. but once you get past the fear of falling, you soar.

isn't that what revolution is all about?

it's disheartening that this is the prevalent response so far, but i've been fighting it since the beginning. one more day couldn't hurt.


Saturday, November 19, 2005

miami university living wage campaign (students for staff)

there's not enough time in a day, i'm finding.

so many things to do and the lighted hours are simply not enough.

one thing that has been taking an abundant amount of my time and energy lately has been the miami university living wage campaign, which i have been fervently dedicated to since i found out about the situation.

the sad thing is that this is not a new concern on our campus. two years ago, my senior year of high school, there was a strike on campus, which ostensibly became antagonistic and violent.

worse, the student body was radically divided about the issue then, and it seems that it still is now. i suppose there's a lot of residual sentiment on either side regarding the movement, and it's been interesting, from my outside perspective, to see the memory of the strike manifest itself in my interactions with students, and staff.

the student body really needs to unify in support of this movement for it to be effective and for the administration to consider our proposal. the university exists for the students, and because of the students. we have more control and political weight than we sometimes realize, and i wish more people would do something about it.

what i have been working on is educating students about the issue. most students don't think twice about the people they see everyday in dining halls and residence halls. it's sad, but there's this distance and reservation between the consumer and the agents of consumption in this society. we've come to consume our fellow human beings, they become extensions of the object. not people, but faces we greet in between. faces become screens.

i took a class last year about work, class and the meaning of money, and what that says about the nature and value of work. our society places so much value on work and money. one's job/career is the most defining characteristic of one's identity. we are what we do.

and the work available to an individual is linked directly to class. unfortunately, not everyone is born into the kind of situation i, or any of my fellow miami university students, were lucky to have: financial security and, concurrently or subsequently, the means to afford an education and formal training for future occupations.

people don't realize that class is limiting and unavoidable.

my parents would always tell me to work hard and get good grades in school so i wouldn't end up picking up trash or cleaning dishes for a living. and i listened and did.

but some people don't have that option.

that's what this movement is about, for me anyway. it's about dispelling the myth of the american dream and self-made man.

it's not really about the wages. for me, it's about what those wages represent: an acknowledgement of the value of all work, no matter the nature. and a respect for one's fellow humans, and the willingness to see past class and materiality to identify with another's situation, the human condition.

it's not about conservatives/liberals. it's about what is ethical and just.

for more information:
please visit the students for staff website!
and thanks to J at the ZenfoPro for the shout out. what an honor.

also read my editorial in the student, miami's newspaper.
and the horrific editorial which prompted my response.
article in the student about students for staff.

Monday, November 07, 2005


you said to use my mouth
well, i'm using it now, aren't i?

and there's more than a mouth here.

there's a mind that thinks
and eyes that see
and ears that hear
and a tongue that tastes
and a body that feels
and a heart that's crying now.

and there's more than a mouth and a cunt lying in this bed.

there's a spirit
and fragile bones
and strong muscles
and a pounding heart
and crying lungs
the coursing of blood
and tearing of eyes.

there is a girl
a woman
a sister
a mother
a friend
a lover
an enemy

someone's passing hello
someone's passing glance

a neighbor
a student
a teacher
a soul
and a stirring

a smile
a frown
a furrowed brow
a face full of teeth

and arms that flail
and legs that kick
and fists that clench
and shoulders for the weight of the world
and a neck that risks itself
and two eyes

and don't you forget,
there's a soul inside

don't you dare forget that
behind this

straightened smile
this yoga and pilates and fad diets green tea
-destroyed body

these carefully picked out clothes
and my lathered rinsed repeated hair

behind my unique eyes
my betraying nose
my mother's chin
and my father's jawline

behind the color of my skin,
deeper than my genetics
and my physiology
and my meta-anything,

lies a person.

and don't you dare forget it.
don't you ever forget it.

I am a woman.


Saturday, November 05, 2005

Word of the Year 2005 Contest!!!

hi, readership.

i am doing a project for my linguistics class, and i need to pick a word or phrase that best symbolizes the year in... well, words.

it can be something political or social or artistic or pop-cultural.


but there's so many out there, i can hardly fathom settling on just one.

that's where you come in:

i'm asking for ideas and/or suggestions, to be submitted with a brief explanation in the comments section.

i will pick one of the submissions. the winner gets a prize (i'm thinking a sweet mix tape... or a poem).

the american dialect society
did something similar last year. these were their results.

hopefully ours will be more interesting, right?

submit away!

Friday, November 04, 2005

blOgbuefi reaches 2,000th visitor!


about four months since this little blog o' mine got its wings and i've found that it reached the 2,000 visitor mark TODAY!

lucky visitor #2000 gets a treat.

happy fall to all of you.

love, hugs, kisses and all the good stuff

appending to this post: i don't know who that special visitor was, but some special visitor found this site by conducting this weird search. i don't even know what that means, but i'm glad they found me!

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

the etymology of 'mullet:' an epiphany in two parts

i have made a miraculous discovery.

it came about in the usual way... bantering ad infinitum with my roommate about trivial topics and concerns, the state of the universe, platitudinal philosophical musings... the usual.

particularly, the phrase "to mull over [something]" became a sticking point, which soon diverged into discussion of peculiar word sets in general, then focusing specifically on the particular peculiarity of the word "mullet", with its unusual phonology and orthology, the word itself possessing no detectable morphemes that might suggest a meaning outside of the socially stigmatized understanding of its connotation.

the etymology of the word posed an unusual conundrum, as the word seems to have simply appeared in the public consciousness, fully stigmatized and connoted, without any sign of a progression from a phrase or idea. indeed, the word mullet, and the accompanying phenomenon, seem to have spontaneously generated.

however, my belief is that "mullet" comes from the idea of "mulling over." as in, to "mull over" something is to think on it extensively, with some level of introspection and reflective evaluation.

which must have been the inclination of the first on-looker, when subjected to the visual disaster that is the haircut known as the mullet.

a soul-searching, imploring, questioning of the mind and visual perception itself. an existential "wtf?!" as one vainly strains to understand and process the meaning of the very sight of the mullet.

so we've been looking at the etymology all wrong. like the haircut itself, the word did not come about in a sensical way, and to contextualize it in that way is unfair, not to mention incomplete.

the word most probably derives from a sound, a primal, instinctual, immediate response to the sight. a noise made in utter flabbergastedness and confusion, like "hmm!"

language, after all, developed from a need to communicate thoughts and feelings to fellows, to develop a shared understanding of various naturally occuring phenomena and our perception of them. this probably began in the form of underdeveloped sounds and grunts, which eventually developed into words, which evolved into language as we know it today: full sentences, phonology, morphemes, grammars.

but the mullet, my friends, is so astonishing, so magnificent, so indescribably... well, indescribable, that its characterization is exactly that: a mystery, like the haircut itself.

"mull over that!"
"mull it!"