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November 18, 2006

Individual Me Vs. Group Me.

Depending on your periodization, I'm a young member of Generation X or an old member of Generation Y. My outlook is firmly postmodern in most regards. For the most part I experience life as an individual. When I do relate to others it is often in a different manner than previous generations did. Technology allows me to build and maintain relationships that would not have been possible even 15 years ago.

These new ways of relating have led to increased individualism. However, the tradition of interpreting people through their relations has yet to change. Beyond basic physical attributes, when we define an individual it is almost always a definition which describes their various relations. We feel that by knowing how they fit into a number of groups we thereby know the person. Their familial, ethnic, national, and social relations act as identity creators. We lack a tradition of identifying people as individuals.

The new Western postmodern generations will require a new vocabulary of identification. Those people who spend the majority of their time individually and maintain a significant proportion of their relations through electronic means necessarily have a different interpretation of group identity. That interpretation informs their own self-identification and thereby makes examining their identity different than the way one would examine the identity of a 1950s high school student.

November 13, 2006

My Apologies.

So a while ago I had full-on website melt down. I thought everything was fixed all fine and dandy. However I just realized this evening that my comment system went squirrelly and I had over 1000 comments waiting for approval. The vast majority were junk, but for those of you who posted comments and never saw them published I offer my apologies. I've been rather negligent in my site maintenance lately. I'll try to improve.

I'm off to fix up my spam filter.

November 09, 2006

Paging Michael Connors

Dear Mr. Connors

We do not know one another. Our ships have sailed close at times but never close enough to exchange signals of greeting. However, I do know of you. And you, in a way, know of me. You know of my present living circumstances. The small bachelor apartment, with a noisy upstairs neighbour and a leaky front window. The trucks barreling past on the street at all hours of the day. I quite enjoy the place, as I'm sure you once did.

However, recently my enjoyment has been interrupted on a number of occasions. First it was the Sheriff. Then the Police. They stop by looking for you. I tell them you've moved on to greener pastures, but they keep coming to check. Maybe you've returned? Maybe you're under the bed. Maybe I am 'Michael Connors.' Who knows?

You see Michael Connors, you're a wanted man. I don't know what for. The bastards wouldn't tell me. But they certainly do want you. So, for the sake of my uninterrupted enjoyment of your former apartment, please turn yourself in.

Regards,

The man occupying the apartment formerly occupied by you.

PS: I hope you're not a psycho axe murderer. If so, please disregard this message and have a nice murder-free day.

November 07, 2006

Happy Holidays

Apparently we're in the holidays already. As I write this it is November 7th. The shopping season has begun. It hasn't kicked into full gear yet, but within three weeks time it will have.

Thankfully I have, as of yet, avoided all Christmas carols. Nor have I yet seen Santa Claus. I'm ready for him though. I just ordered myself a set of brass knuckles and a can of industrial strength Nair (on pre-Christmas special no less).

He is usually found in shopping malls. As the creation of marketers and their graphic design croonies the mall really is the most suitable place for him. He and marketers have hand-in-hand transformed Christmas from a time of year when kids might have expected an orange and maybe a wee trinket into some sort of dollar-hemorrhaging, crap-buying, red-and-green themed shop-til-you-puke adventure.

I'm no fan of Christmas shopping. I find the music nauseating, the crowds sickening, and all the happy-family themed strategically placed advertisements overwhelming. Which means November to me is: The time to start shopping for Christmas booze.

I made this short movie one afternoon a few years ago.

November 03, 2006

Professor Pissy Pants

Yesterday, about twenty minutes into my European history class, the professor posed a question to the class. It was a simple question, posed in a condescending manner. He asked "who would have protected the 1848 Frankfurt parliament from rioting radicals?" The issue wasn't with the difficulty of the question, rather it was with his manner of posing it. No one wanted to answer. The classroom atmosphere has not been conducive to communication so the students all sat there, silently waiting for him to go on.

But he didn't go on. He yelled the question again. He started shuffling papers, and mumbling to himself under his breath about. Then he yelled "That's it! Read the book! This is over!" and stormed out of the classroom. We're not sure if he'll be back next week or not. This is the problem with the tenure system. Usually I'm a strong supporter of tenure. It is a good concept and allows a separation of administration and academics. But it also makes it just about impossible to get rid of a useless professor. This guy isn't a good teacher. He's moody. And he storms out of lectures twenty minutes in. Nova Scotia has the highest tuition in the country. It works out to about $55/lecture. I reckon we students should get together and submit a bill to him for services not rendered. But it'd be a waste of my time.

November 01, 2006

Holy Hot Damn I'm Back

The insanity has largely ended. I did my last shift at the museum yesterday allowing me significantly more free time. Much of that time will be taken up with research and writing, but I plan on increasing my posting here. So if you used to stop by occasionally start coming back. I'm going to try to make an observation of some sort at least once per week.

It's harder now as I no longer enjoy the wide eyes of a foreigner in a foreign land. I'm back in my element which means that the quirkiness of daily life has all long been normalized by me. Nonetheless I'll do what I can. I've also got more action happening over at http://www.canasianaffairs.com. Maybe I'll even put some new photos up soon. I'm doing some headshots for a friend this weekend.