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Not Actually Borges
04 March 2008 @ 11:01 am

Man, it's not a revolution unless a Suicide Girl's screaming about something.

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I'm thinking about ditching the Job Market for a few months after graduation in favor of living in a tent in the woods and teaching archery. I realize it's probably a bad idea, but I worry I'll regret not choosing it a few years from now. Your thoughts?

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Every day, I wake up disliking burlesque more.
 
 
Current Music: Hahaha - The Minders
 
 
Not Actually Borges
28 February 2008 @ 12:34 am
Watching There Will Be Blood now. Crazy. It's based around Upton Sinclair's Oil - I don't see the influence, except in very broad strokes. The only Sinclair novel I've finished was The Jungle, which is a pretty gritty naturalist depiction of Chicago's meatpacking industry. The release of the novel led to a lot of laws which still affect foodservices today.

Strangely, I'm watching this Sinclair influenced movie the same week that our modern meat industry's been scandalized. I'm a bit too drunk to be searching for the link, but animal rights activists videotaped horrific practices in a few California meatpacking/processing warehouses.

I don't think it's very surprising. Any sort of automated activity performed by humans eventually leads to widespread abuse in order to make the humans' task easier.

We see it in America's treatment of "terror-suspects"

Our prison/court systems

And, tonight, in my job:

I've spent the last few evenings raising money for Oglethorpe at the school's call-center. We're rated based on the percentage of alumni/parents we call, the amount of money we convince them to donate, and our success rate in speaking with alumni/parents. If we call a person and they ask us not to call them again, we are supposed to put them on the "do not call" list. However, doing so negatively affects our call success rates. Therefore, I, and all the other veteran callers, usually just mark the person as "not home," which means they'll get another call later that night, or the next day. A person who asks not to be called by Oglethorpe might receive as many as twenty calls that week, while a person who donates any amount to Oglethorpe only receives one call.

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Speaking of systems: I was driving around with Elizabeth over the weekend, and she mentioned her friend referring to me as "the guy who looks like an anarchist." I lol'ed.

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Other Abu Ghraib images.
 
 
Not Actually Borges
25 September 2007 @ 11:27 pm
Dear Everyone I Know:

Stop getting sick.

Yours,
Ben
 
 
Not Actually Borges
02 June 2007 @ 10:34 pm
Hi.

I love all of you dearly, and will get around to reflecting this affection through mutual friendings at some point in the future.

For now, I sort of hate the internet.

Oh, also:  I don't have any money, and you should give me yours.

Yrs,
Ben

PS:  Kitty!

 
 
Not Actually Borges
31 October 2006 @ 05:34 pm
I'm sort of in a bad mood.  You may want to avoid me for a few days, as I'm feeling like being a complete asshole.

Or, you know, I'm always an asshole, but I'm less likely to suppress these tendencies.

Whatever.  I've gotta go long on to myspace and send snarky responses back to whoever messaged me.

An example, from earlier:

Gal:  I think your mohawk is hot.

Ben:  Me too.

Thanks for playing Internet Gal, but I won this encounter.
 
 
Not Actually Borges
30 October 2006 @ 11:42 pm
Many people have been telling me I'm fucking awesome lately. Probably too damn many people, actually. Do you guys realize what sort of impact compliments have on my hugely over sized ego? Ask Zack, Stu, or Ember. There's a pretty good reason those kids avoid complimenting me.

Anyway. I think some originality might be called for here, so I've composed a short list of things I'm not complimented on enough. This list is not complete.

List:

My eyes
Jawline
Manual dexterity
Ability to climb things
Creative word choice
Sexual Abilities (key phrases here include "panther-like", "mind shattering", and "visible from space")
Tendency not to wear shoes
Studied nonchalance
Creative costuming
Play of light upon brow
Love of lists
 
 
 
 

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