Even more bored, I decided to map out the entire department’s course prerequisite sequences as well as set it up for the main BS in Psychology degree program.
Category: General Life
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Course Flow Chart
Never… ever… ever…get bored enough to install Microsoft Visio 2007. Odd things do happen, especially when you are looking at course lists and their pre-requisites.
Also available in PDF…
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Good News for Me
- I’m not the only one
- It explains the way I feel
- It means I’m not useless
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Final/Group Presentation Madness
In Theories of Personality (PSYC 310) this semester, there was a group project. Groups were assigned after mid-term. I have never liked group projects because of the awkward interpersonal aspects of them, and the difficulty of getting started. Somehow I always manage to end up in the leadership role in groups that I am in (even though I am the biggest sheep there is). This time I ended up in the leadership position because no one else would make the first move. A few days after taking leadership of the 5 person group, I had only 2 group members respond. A week later one of the people who responded dropped the course and the other had become non-responsive. I let a few weeks pass, and tried on several occasions to contact the remaining 2 members of the group (I responded every time I emailed myself, I am good at self-communication). Finally I was left with the feeling that no one was going to respond to me and I contacted the instructor, who basically granted me permission to go ahead and do it as an individual project. A few hours after that permission was granted one of my other group mates contacted me and asked what she could help on. I gave her two of the component parts. Again, weeks passed. The project was due on April 22nd, so on the 20th I decided to do my part and hers and then I turned the project in as mine and graded each member of my group accordingly on the group assessment sheet. You would think this story ends there, right? No, not at all. Last night (actually 1:58am on April 23rd), I got an email from her, the text said “Thanks.” and she attached her component part of the project. I thought, “ok, shes like way behind, and I’m done, not an issue”, then I go into the class discussion board and she has replied to my project posting, stating that she had tried sending the email before and she thought I had received it. I tend to take pity on non-technical folk, so I decided to check the properties of the Word document. I looked at the statistics tab, and checked the document creation and overall editing time. It was started April 23, 2009 at 1:06am, and was edited for 42 minutes. She started her component 3 hours after the time the project was due, and on top of that, I asked for citations for her work, the document contained none.
I do not know what is going to come of this, but at the moment I am hoping that my “partner” spontaneously combusts or goes back into the hole she has been hiding in for the past 3 weeks.
On the up side, everyone likes my presentation and acknowledges all of MY hard work, even after the alleged “partner” tried to dive in and claim that I had somehow left her out. Me intentionally leaving her out would imply that I liked doing all of the work myself, right? That so isn’t the case.
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Domain Transfer
This evening I decided to transfer Kularski.org from GoDaddy (where it was placed by Google Apps). I was pleasantly surprised at how fast and efficient the transfer procedures are now. I have not had to perform a domain transfer in over two years, so I was still expecting the process to take 2 – 5 days. It only took about 5 hours, at the rate of about 1 email per hour for confirming each step of the process, but it was fairly smooth. My only complaint is that GoDaddy (losing registrar) did not maintain DNS service at all once the domain was transferred. Previously, I was used to the old servers still being usable for at least 24 hours after the move, allowing time to configure new information at the receiving registrar.
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Eighty-eight Lines about 44 Women
I am starting to question the sanity of my musical tastes. Recently I got this song stuck in my head from XM 80s. I have heard it about once a day for the last few days and even when I am not listening to it I hear it in my head.
Deborah was a Catholic girl
she held out till the bitter end
Carla was a different type
she’s the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl
I was afraid of a girl like that
Suzen painted pictures
sitting down like a Buddha satReno was a nameless girl
a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak
she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had a special way
of turning sex into a song
Kamala, who couldn’t sing,
kept the beat and kept it strongZilla was an archetype
the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Joan thought men were second best
to masturbating in a bath
Sherry was a feminist
she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen’s point of view was this
take whatever you can grabSeattle was another girl
who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up
and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had a nightclub walk
that made grown men feel underage
Mariella, who had a son,
said I must go, but finally stayedGloria, the last taboo
was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back
and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame,
was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast
she didn’t even say goodbyeRhonda had a house in Venice
lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston
shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty
filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty
she didn’t do that shit at allPauline thought that love was simple
turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated
like some French filmmaker’s plot
Gina was the perfect lady
always had her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker
silver spoon and a paper plateSarah was a modern dancer
lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda’s strange obsession
was for certain vegetables and fruitRowena was an artist’s daughter
the deeper image shook her up
Dee Dee’s mother left her father
took his money and his truck
Debbie Rae had no such problems
perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, 16, had a baby
left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a New Wave band
changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar,
sang songs about whales and cops
Terri didn’t give a shit
was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style
cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went forty days
drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
she’s a Scientologist
Amaranta, here’s a kiss
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Feeling Perverse
I am by no means the most sexually driven person in existence, in fact, any one who knows me knows that I care very little for actual sex. My sexual world consists of a variety of fetishes and kinks. My interests range from a simple foot/sneaker fetish to bondage and on the upper end of my desires and experience, enforced chastity. In general I do not worry about these things because they do not interfere with my normal life and I thought they were no where near becoming an obsession. My erotic world fits very neatly into a few black bags, an under bed box and a safe (as long as you ignore the top shelf of my closets). That world never sees the light of my normal life, it is hidden from all view, even my own, most of the time. My interests may seem strange to others, that has never bothered me, only those closest to me do I worry about incurring judgment from. The problem with that policy is that I am close to myself and I have to worry about what I myself think. Today, seeing all of the elements of my erotic world placed in front of me bothered me, I felt like I had just been exposed, even if only to myself. The amount of things I poses related to my erotic interests disturbs me. I am not easily bothered by many things and think of myself as open minded, but there is some degree of internal control that thinks that perhaps the amount of space I have that is filled with these things is beyond what it should be. I do not know how to proceed, I have tried the throwing all of the stuff away method before, but I regretted that. I am not morally bothered by the stuff I have, but I think I am a little upset that I do not use it more often and that I have managed to collect so much stuff without realizing it.
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The Scope of a Blog
This blog began as a way for me to record events during my college career. I began as a very frightened freshman, and had a lot of anxieties to expose to myself and to my readers. I have grown out of my anxieties and have become more of my own person since then. Things still bother me, but those things are no longer a limitation. I now am faced with this blog and its purpose for existence. This blog was originally supposed to reach a conclusion when I graduated, but having taken a somewhat different academic path and my academic career being longer than expected, that may no longer be the best indicator of the longevity of this blog. Through this blog I have learned that I am not in a bubble and that my world is more than just mine. I suspect there are less readers now than when the blog began, because I have a lot less friends, but as Maslow concluded, self-actualized people do not have a lot of friends, they keep very few, who are also actualized or are constantly close to it.
This blog has seen a lot of changes in me. It has seen me go from being a psychology major to an MIS major to an SIS major and now back around to being a psychology major. Our lives place us in a lot of strange situations when we are young. My youth has not entirely left me and I am still figuring out who I am. I have not failed the self identity crisis (Erickson), I am still working towards resolving who I am. This blog has helped to ensure that. For a blog that has helped form who I am, do I choose to retire it, or do I choose to simply let it go on as it is as a public record of who I am? I am comfortable with who I am now and I feel that this blog reflects that.
For now the disturbing thoughts continue and so do I, Curtis.
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Forbidden Sex
“Discuss, based on your own and other’s experiences, how kids learn about sex.”
This question was posted as part of the assignment for my Theories of Personality course for this week. I found myself wondering about why sex is such a forbidden thing in society and why sexuality is often obscured and euphemized. Sex is often grouped with drugs, why is that? What is so absolutely horrible about sex that children are protected from it for so long that they feel they must experiment to find out about it?
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Snow Cntd.
11PM – Power Fails
2AM – Fall Asleep
5:30AM – Wake up for no reason
7AM – Power Restored
8AM – Breakfast
9AM – Outdoor photos
10AM – Driveway is cleared
12PM – Time for bed yet?
2PM – Boredom
3PM – Nutrition test
4PM – Things are melting
5PM – Dinner
6PM – Dinner finished
7PM – I’m tired
7:30PM – This is where our journey ends…. Goodnight.
