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| So...why don't you email me? |
| 01.31.06 (6:38 pm) [edit] |
I was sitting in my social psych lecture today and my prof brought up an issue that I believe to be extremely interesting and relevant in modern society. I've seen this phenomenon transform a silly, small issue to gynormous proportions in the space of one email.
"Status, emotions, formality and nonverbal cues are lost in e-mail communication. A comment that would easily be interpreted as a friendly joke can seem like a nasty remark when it is stripped of the accompanying smile, so choose your words carefully. In a phone conversation, the natural give and take of a conversation means that misunderstandings can be cleared up immediately, but the shorthand of e-mail, combined with the delay between questions and responses, make furtile breeding grounds for massive misunderstandings. Stripped of its usual context, email communicaton can be ambiguous, permitting recipients to assume that the intended meaning is whatever they expect it to be. If you are exchanging messages with someone you distrust or dislike, an ambiguous message may be assumed to be more hostile than it was intended to be, and even an amicable joke can come across like a stinging insult." (Dr. Diane Halpern, 2004)
I've run into this problem on many occasions. (I secretly hope someone from my family is reading this). My problem is that I hate typing emails. I hate buttering them up with stupid flowery garbage to try to dilute the message, or soften it for someone else's benifit. I am a direct person, and when you talk to me face to face, you understand that. I'm not an asshole...I just get to the point. But, the problem is that I write the same way I speak. People don't "GET" it and they think I'm really saying something I'm not, or meaning something that I'm not coming out and saying...even though I didn't really say anything. Is anyone following me here?
The point is, people should realize how many aspects of reliable communicaton are being lost through electronic mail. And having realized this, make allowances for the benefit of the doubt instead of coming to stupid-assed conclusions and making things worse.
Hey...I'm not saying I'm innocent of this. But I'm learning. And I'm working on it. It'd be nice if others did the same.
This is why certain people don't get emails from me anymore...ahem(family people). It just isn't worth it, 'cause no one hears what I'm REALLY saying anyhow.
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| Ah, I'm always doing this |
| 01.30.06 (7:48 am) [edit] |
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I'm always thinking I can do more than I can. Geez!
I don't have time for half the things I think I can handle. When am I going to learn that?
My only saving grace is realizing when I'm in too deep before it's too late to get out of it.
On another note:
Leah will be six years old on Thursday. I can NOT believe that it's been six years already! I bought her an ez-bake oven for her birthday. I got the last one on the shelves. They aren't being manufactured anymore...at least that's what they told me at the store. Now they're selling microwave ovens. *sigh*. It's just not the same. So it worked out good anyhow. She actually asked for a chemistry set, believe it or not. She wants to do experiments like her mom...hehehe. She was quite impressed the day I came home with silly putty and told her that I made it in the lab. I might go buy it for her still, I haven't decided yet. Just might have a little scientist in the family.
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| Email |
| 01.27.06 (3:49 pm) [edit] |
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I find it quite amusing how certain emails don't show up "read" anymore since I've changed my password. Extremely interesting at the very least. Now who could possibly have known my password?
'nuff said about that.
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| Find Saddam |
| 01.26.06 (6:28 am) [edit] |
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Here's a picture painted of a brutal, sandy, oppressed country full of terrorists. I know, they all look similar, dress similarly and speak similarly. They all kill people and are being killed for people. The difference between them and our elusive Saddam is that he is actually in prison. So...I know it's a challenge, but can you spot the ruthless dictator? He's pretty hard to see.
Has anyone even seen or heard from or of him since before Christmas, when his attitude got him a reprieval from court? (must be nice to be able to manipulate the justice system like that). Oh and now the judge wants to resign? Isn't that an interesting development. And these people want democracy. They can't even take an unarmed man in hand cuffs and run a respectable trial without the judge resigning. Maybe they're just learning, right?
Maybe. Or maybe they're like little children feeling guilty for eating more ice cream than they know they're allowed to have.
Whatever the case is, some people deserve to pay the ultimate price for their crimes. I don't understand why they don't just have at it. He's already been sentenced to death twice. Shouldn't that be a standing order? He should have been shot on sight!!! But no...they have to put on this huge farce of a trial; and for what? Posterity? Ooookay then.
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| Fluttery |
| 01.22.06 (10:57 pm) [edit] |
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Oh...God.
That is all I can say. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't even watch a movie.
I'm useless.
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| Voting time once again |
| 01.17.06 (8:45 am) [edit] |
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While vacationing on a ranch, Paul Martin gets thrown from his horse, lands on a rattlesnake, gets bitten and dies because the emergency room at the nearest hospital is too understaffed to treat him in time.
So, his soul arrives in heaven and he is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Liberal around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer." says Martin.
"I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from the Man Himself. He says you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity."
"But, I've already made up my mind, I want to be in Heaven," replied Martin.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course; the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the temperature a perfect 72 degrees. In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse. Standing in front of it is his dad, and thousands of other Liberals who had helped him out over the years. Pierre Trudeau, Jean Marchand, Pelletier, St. Laurent etc. The whole of the "Left" was there, everyone laughing, happy and casually but expensively dressed. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of the "suckers and peasants." They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. The Devil himself comes up to Martin with a frosty drink,"Have a Margarita and relax, Paul!"
"Uh, I can't drink no more, I took a pledge," says Martin, dejectedly.
"This is Hell, son. You can drink and eat all you want and not worry,and it just gets better from there!"
Martin takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly guy who tells funny jokes like himself, and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like they pulled on the GST and Free Trade promises.
They are having such a great time that, before he realizes it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Martin steps on the elevator and heads upward.
When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and St. Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening the gate.
So for 24 hours Martin is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money, and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or frat boy joke among them; no fancy country clubs and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor, he doesn't see anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated like someone special!
Worst of all, to Martin, Jesus turns out to be some kind of hippie with his endless 'peace' and 'do unto others' jive.
"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself. "Pierre Trudeau never prepared me for this!"
The day done, St. Peter returns and says, "Well, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for eternity."
With the 'Jeopardy' theme playing softly in the background, Martin reflects for a minute, then answers: "Well, I would never have thought I'd say this - I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all - but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial waste (kind of like Sudbury).
He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime.
The Devil comes over to Martin and puts an arm around his shoulder. "I don't understand," stammers a shocked Martin, "What happened?"
"Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a clubhouse and we ate lobster and caviar, drank booze. We screwed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"
The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly, and purrs, "Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us!"
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| Something kinda cool |
| 01.13.06 (10:43 am) [edit] |
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I met this girl while taking summer night classes. We rode the same bus together but didn't have the same class. She's really nice. Anyhow, she was having funding problems with student loans. So, her first year (this year), she didn't have money for books. I offered to lend her my biology text book. I wanted to keep it, 'cause I am a biology major, but I told her she could use it if she promises to give it back. No problem..so I gave her the text, the study guide and the CD.
Well, needless to say, that was some months ago. Now, in term two...I find myself wanting it for reference. But I can't find her anywhere. So it just happens that there is a university student on Freecycle who wanted to give away her biology text. She dropped out of the class last year and they introduced a new edition (typical) so she can't sell it. I told her I wanted it. I didn't even ask which biology it was.
So she met me today in the Arts Buff...and lo and behold....she brings the exact same textbook that I've been needing back, the study guide and the CD. How cool is that???
I totally have an angel on my shoulder.
Oh...here's a link I thought was super funny. When are the smokers going to get it??
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| The wheels on the bus go round and round |
| 01.10.06 (4:24 pm) [edit] |
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I decided to sign up for another class. I was lucky enough to find some empty seats in Social Psychology. It sounds really interesting, and now that I have the time to devote to my studies...a little extra work is actually welcome.
Hahaha. I just read what I wrote and found it funny. A single mum working two jobs and putting herself through university feels that she doesn't have enough to do. Maybe I AM out of my mind. Whatever.
I had a meeting with CAPA yesterday too. They're going to give me full time work over the summer. That's awsome!
I was pretty sure that I'd have a full time position in the campus computer labs, but I'll take CAPA if I have that option. They're totally expanding here soon also...so if anyone wants to earn decent coin working from home providing tech support...put your resume in soon. It's going to be a pretty busy summer for them.
I'm thinking of quitting my Saturday job and just working exclusively for CAPA. It'd be nice to be able to spend a Saturday with my little girl.
Anyhow, I'll see how it goes.
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| Deletions |
| 01.06.06 (9:17 am) [edit] |
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Oh, how I wish that deleting scenes from my life was as easy as deleting them from my blog.
Well, there was some pretty crazy, heavy stuff that occurred in '05. But you know what, I've been doing some thinking about who I am and who I'd like to be. It seems that the dawn of a new year is the perfect time to do that, and as such, I've decided on my resolution.
I'm letting go. I'm removing the negative. I am refusing to stoop any longer, and I feel that I did lower myself in writing about the episode in my blog. No matter how hard I tried to behave civilly, I did not have that civility returned. Such anger at personal attacks on one's home, psyche and security has a way of bringing people down to all fours. I do feel extremely justified in my anger, but it does not excuse my actions.
Don't get me wrong..there are some things that I just won't be able to forgive. Not for a very long time, anyhow...if ever. But being angry about it? Well, it's really just a waste of energy and life. I have a very full and happy life and there is no room for this in it. So, it's gone. I can't say that I'll ever have any trust or sense of friendship with the offender again, but I'm not angry anymore.
In short, the recent events are something that I wish never happened and though I'll never forget, it isn't something that I'd like to revisit. So I hold up my head, kiss whoever is closest to me at the stroke of 12, and vow to remove the negative; to let go of the anger and focus on brightening our future.
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