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I received a letter today addressed to 'The Parents of Jason Curtis' which is just a fancy way of saying 'Solicitation'. Now, I am all about the free economy and the rights of people to start whatever business they'd like. I am not, however, a supporter of the selling of student contact information to companies trying to make some money off of the process of getting a degree. But what happened today is much worse. The organization behind this venture is the university itself. You with me? NC State is now in the business of selling gift baskets for its stressed students. You know what would lower my stress level, dearest NCSU? How about adequate heating and cooling systems in Caldwell G107? How about leveling some of the bricks out? How about a different type of building material?
How about this, public university? How about accepting your role as an education provider and nurturer and not as a sly business person trying to squeeze as much money out of myself anf my family as possible? How about investing in programs that exhibit a respnsibility toward creating as opposed to shameless selling?
The letter I received today had some hilarious one-liners in it. Some of my favorites:
- not even a line, but a format choice, this is in memo format to parents. The subject line is "Send your student a Final Exam CARE Package." This implies that CARE is an acronym for something. It is not.
- Were aiming for 100% parent participation this semester! - That's awfully insensitive to the handful of NC State students that lost a parent this year, isn't it? "We are sorry to report that we acheived only 99% participation this year because Sally's mother passed away in a tragic car accident. Thanks A LOT Sally.
- The Stress Buster is a great way to provide quick and fun study breaks to tame exam-time tension. It includes a variety of stress busting toys such as Play Doh, Bubbles, Inflatable Beach Ball and a Rainbow Slinky which come in a reusable plastic pail with a lid and handle. -- this is wrong on so many levels. First, a message to parents, if your kid really would appreciate this, the call the rehab center, because your son or daughter is on ecstasy. Second, to whoever wrote this sentence, while Play Doh is a proper name and therefore should be capitalized, "Bubbles" and "Inflatable Beach Ball" are simple nouns, and can be left alone. That is, unless you don't CARE.
The whole point of posting is that, somewhere along the way, college has been turned into a really expensive version of high school. The only real accomplishment is getting out of there, as a new friend said to me recently, with the "ability to carry on a good conversation". Beyond that, for most, it is nothing more than a series of hurdles. You will learn more by doing than by academically analyzing.*
Other Bullshit
Diploma Frames? It's called a custom frame shop. Use them, they are your friend.
Class rings. What am I, the Pimp of Academia? If I wanted to wear a pinky ring, I would not want it to be set with a ruby.
Attendance Mandates? Its just an excuse for the professor to be able to mess with the syllabus. If the work was laid out, and I was able to complete the work, then I should be awarded the same grade as someone who was in every class but remained, somehow, stupid through the semester.
That's all, just take me off your mailing list. And when I'm gone, label me as gone.
*This is not true for doctors, pilots, skydivers or women.
February 24, 2007 in School | Permalink | Comments (0)
When I was 8, I was diagnosed with ADHD and was required to go to a class in which I spent time with a counselor. My first therapy was to paint styrofoam totem poles. It didn't work. I was re-diagnosed at age 19 and put on a myriad of medications, all of which were too close to cocaine for my tastes. Cocaine is not a drug that should be taken in an academic atmosphere, unless that atmosphere also includes disco music and an endless supply of Miller High Life.
So, after a few years of end-of-day headaches and a propensity toward no health insurance, I took myself of the meds. Now, I find myself unmotivated at times. This is normal. Sometimes I can't concentrate. This, also, is normal.
It was brought to my attention that someone close to me might be going to the doctor for testing for similar issues. This is hard, because I am strictly opposed to drugs and the current state of psychiatric treatment strategies.
My recommendation? A huge cup of coffee. It will get you going for awhile, then you will crash. This strategy also cross-supports my belief in the six-hour workday.
Article Notes:
I had to look up the word "counselor" and "styrofoam" to make sure I spelled them correctly. Coincidence? I think not.
pss. I also had to look up the word "coincidence".
Later.
February 21, 2007 in First Thought of the Day | Permalink | Comments (0)
February 21, 2007 in Music | Permalink | Comments (2)
Come out and see Diplomat tonight you motherfucker!
It's going to be that kind of show. Minus the overt naughtiness...or with it!
Zingers.
February 16, 2007 in Improv | Permalink | Comments (0)
Last time I checked, there was not a professional basketball team in Las Vegas. I also hold firm my belief that All Star games are ways to welcome new teams and cities into the league while also giving shout-outs to the cities that have been around, New York, Boston, Minnesota, and so on.
I understand that the NBA is testing the waters to see if Las Vegas would be a good fit for a team, but what exactly has Las Vegas done to deserve this from a "love-of-the-game" standpoint? Nothing. This is nothing more than a financial ploy to get Las Vegas to back the construction of the premiere basketball arena in the country.
If it is not that, then it is the players who have requested that they bring their Escalades, shiny jewelry, and respective troupes of rap video hos to the city so that they can drink, gamble, and sloppily dribble a basketball in a continuation of the saddest decline of sportsmanship in the history of sport itself. Why don't we just have the game on a big fucking yacht in the Carribean and change the meaning of a one-and-one to a foul shot + a blow job.
I haven't watched an NBA basketball game in three years, and there is no way I will come back if the game is fodder for hip hop culture, or any musical culture for that matter. The culture should be the sport. What do I propose we do? Ban dunking.
It's so simple. Just do not allow players to dunk, it's not impressive anymore. That is a little bold, but how about we bring back the rule from Dr. Naismith himself banning more than two dribbles, or require that all of the players on a team touch the ball before they can score. Oh! And a 50 point full court bonus shot...And tigers...And no refer....
Stop ruining a good game and give me a reason to watch again.
February 16, 2007 in First Thought of the Day | Permalink | Comments (1)
Ever have one of those days when you are uncomfortable for an undefinable reason, and then you realize that your penis is hanging out of that opening in your boxer shorts?
That was today.
In other news, Apple and I met on the battlefield today. Originally, it was lining up to be a Chinese class fight, with the peasant (me) getting screwed over on the land reform policies (an iPod replacement) by the Mao dyanasty (Apple). But, in the end it was much more like the US Civil War, with no real winner but a release of black people (my new sexy video iPod) from slavery. They gave me $125 credit and I gave them $125 to make it happen.
So now, I have a new video iPod which will be mine, and a battered (and battery battered) 4G Click-Wheel with a limited, but useful, 3 hour battery life.
I'm happy.
February 15, 2007 in First Thought of the Day | Permalink | Comments (0)
Want the proof? HERE.
February 15, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (1)
Pictures from DSIF!
http://portfolio.kevinthom.com/album03?page=1
Kevin Thom is a talented photographer and improviser from Toronto. Be sure to check out his other galleries too, there are some great pictures available on his site.
Thanks Kevin!
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In other news, I am watching Byron Allen's "Comics Unleashed" which is a really sad excuse for television programming. The show consists of four comics (tonight's lineup is Harlan Williams, Godfrey, Lisa Lampanelli, and ), Byron Allen, the host, and a live studio audience. The entire purpose of the show is for Byron Allen to ask extremely weak setup lines for bits. It is, basically, a magnified version of a late night talk show interview.
Sample dialogue:
"Godfrey, growing up what were your favorite toys?"
"Man, uh, my favorite toys? Funny you ask. Kids have super soakers today, we just had green and red. It took about two hours to fill up. Blah, blah, blah.
"So, what do you think about plastic surgery Lisa?"
"Don't do it. (Saggy tit joke here)."
"Hey Jimmy, you have thoughts about customer service, right?"
"(Jimmy Shubert's racist Indian bit)"
It is pathetic. Truly pathetic. Shame on you Byron Allen, and to the comics: Really? Is it worth it?
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"Are you a Jason? Call 1-800-878-ECPI to find out."
To find out what?!?
February 12, 2007 in Health | Permalink | Comments (0)
DSIF7 is over. First, it should be noted, that the entire company at the DSI Comedy Theater did a fantastic job. Without them, this would not have been a possibility. The same goes for the 400 performers and students, the amazing staff of instructors, and the town of Carrboro as a whole. From a production standpoint, I could not have been happier.
As a performer, I am simply elated. It was a pleasure to perform, and rock out a great set of performances with Community Bike. It was awesome to, again, work with the cast of Not Bundy as that group takes its feet. I spent a lot of time this week surrounded by the best improvisers in the country, I was lucky enough to play with many of them, and lucky still to see many of the rest.
The Town of Carrboro has something special going on with comedy. Nothing makes that more apparent than the fact that Louis CK put in some hard work to get down here to rock his show at the Cradle on Friday night. He was very nice, very professional, and very awesome. We can't wait to see him again.
It's tough to write these sorts of posts because you are constantly trying to think of more poetic ways to say thing, and more people that you need to say them to. So, to simplify, I will close by saying that everyone made this year great, and I can't wait to do it all again.
DSIF 8. Here we come.
February 12, 2007 in First Thought of the Day | Permalink | Comments (0)