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Programmatic is my new favorite word

Having the same prof for two classes can cause some pretty intense confusion, today I was convinced I was missing the final essay prompt for 300 because of class observations, when really I need the prompt for 388, which I am not missing. I could’ve used the 30 minutes to eat :/

Now I have 15 to get something in my stomach and survive the third round of the exact same 2 hour class (while skipping ancient history again for observations), write my last response for some reading in 388 and then get my final prompt, pick up my new bass speaker and go to band practice.

I’m in the home stretch for the quarter. I’m perpetually tired and busy but I feel good.

mama-panther:

allwarandpeace:

trendeline:

zuriya:

mama-panther:

mapsontheweb:

Map of countries who have been labeled Pariah States in the international system.

Pakistanis don’t give a fuck, baby.

Neither do Eritreans, TURN UP

Albania&Kosova yas

Bringing this back because gold.

All pariah states are invited to the Pariah State Party Extravaganza held annually. 

I’ll bring the asado.

mama-panther:

allwarandpeace:

trendeline:

zuriya:

mama-panther:

mapsontheweb:

Map of countries who have been labeled Pariah States in the international system.

Pakistanis don’t give a fuck, baby.

Neither do Eritreans, TURN UP

Albania&Kosova yas

Bringing this back because gold.

All pariah states are invited to the Pariah State Party Extravaganza held annually. 

I’ll bring the asado.

(Source: mapsontheweb, via mama-panther-deactivated2014010)

My parents haven’t always gotten along with other Argentineans living in Southern California. They had a couple of core social groups but long distances, fallings out, or sometimes more terrible circumstances have destroyed what little connection I have to the Argentine diaspora. There aren’t many of us and not all of us get along, for the same reasons we wouldn’t have gotten along back in Argentina. The common experience of immigration and our national identity binds us, but little else. At least it’s something.

The closest semblance to someone who shared my experience, my best friend from age nine, moved back to Buenos Aires a few years ago. We see each other, rarely, but with his parents likely moving back as well, it’ll be a long time before we see each other again. He’s the only person I know who shared something very similar to what I lived. We grew up basically as surrogate cousins. We don’t talk often, but we don’t always need to. He won’t be here for Christmas this year. It’s going to be hard.

I am conscious of myself and become myself only while revealing myself for another, through another, and with the help of another. The most important acts constituting self-consciousness are determined by a relationship toward another consciousness. The very being of man (both external and internal) is the deepest communion. To be means to communicate; to be means to be for another, and through the other, for oneself. A person has no internal sovereign territory, he is wholly and always on the boundary: looking inside himself, he looks into the eyes of another. I cannot manage without another. I cannot become myself without another. I must find myself in another by finding another in myself (in mutual reflection and mutual acceptance).

Mikhail Bakhtin, Theory of Socialization (via mama-panther)

All I see are slivers of people in me, chopped up little pieces of others I’ve internalized and made into some collage. It feels false, like something that doesn’t actually exist. Yet, I know it’s mine, I know it’s me. I just wish I could see something more…I don’t know. Whole?

I grow frustrated with the identity of hodgepodge American culture immigrants are left to construct, those of us who left too young to hang on to a home that no longer exists in the present are effectively socialized in our mother culture by our immigrant families at home. It’s like watching the same VHS over and over again, without having a contemporary perspective you can experience firsthand. Yeah, some of my friends keep me in the loop a little bit, but I live here, not there.

Soy Argentino, pero de memoria, nomás. Who the fuck am I? Who are my people? Why do I just feel like a bunch of parts instead of one whole and, maybe worse, why does that hurt so bad?

(Source: heteroglossia, via mama-panther-deactivated2014010)

Everyone really ought to watch this video. Even if you consider yourself well-versed in power relations, class struggle, and the politicized state of education, this video is a nice summary of it all and put together the same questions I ask myself often. Just a great way of putting it all together.

Has anyone here heard of The Pinky Show? I only just saw a video today while observing a class and it’s a really nice project from what I’ve watched so far.
Thoughts?

Jon Bon Jovi interested in purchasing the Buffalo Bills

dolphinshark:

…or not.

It’s either him or the goo goo dolls, which are, by extension, part of Bon Jovi

MJ goes ham on Deke

(Source: sexyyuglyy, via inconveniencewhitepeople-deacti)