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19 Mar 2010

My punishment for ResLyf. Some bullshit, some truth. (Here you go, Steve Tolman).

  I’m not a bad person. I don’t generally perceive myself that way, and I believe others don’t perceive me that way either. In the way I view the world, the life of a human being, and especially the life of an American, consumes a great number of resources. I consciously try to minimize the harm that my life causes to others and I hope to dedicate my life to better the world beyond the detriment that I have caused. I’m a vegetarian and minimize my consumption of animal products for ethical reasons, I exclusively buy second-hand clothing to save money and to try to live beyond our consumerist culture, and I live my life in a way which, beyond the aforementioned which also have environmental benefits, minimizes my impact on the environment. I have strong morals which I live by and I am fortunate in that they generally don’t disagree with the laws or policies which I am subjected to. Based on all of that, I would like to think that I am a “good person” (if I grossly oversimplify all of mankind into a binary of good and bad). I am not perfect, however, but I do believe that the only crimes that I have ever committed are victimless.

      Yes, I have smoked weed. I’ve never bought it—I’ve never put money into that system. But I have friends who do and who smoke from time to time. It’s not something that I mind that they do, but it’s not something that I particularly enjoy doing myself. On the night of February 20th I made some very poor decisions. I allowed weed to be smoked in my room, and I smoked a little as well. In hindsight was a terrible idea, but every action taken seems rational in the moment that it is taken. So what was my rationale? Because the use of marijuana is illegal, there are risks to every location available to students here where it could possibly be used, and those risks must be weighed if a student wishes to use it. In the moment when my friend asked if he could smoke in my room, I decided to agree. It is a safer location than, say, going to the park where there is also risk of arrest, and also because my room is a single this year I would not be harming anyone besides those involved. I know now that I made a poor decision. I was caught and I have been punished for it and I will continue to be punished for it. Beyond my ongoing probation which for me is not a punishment because I am not planning on further violating residence hall policies, I now have a disciplinary record with the college. This can follow me well into the future should it be asked on any application that I fill out. A simple decision that I made in an instant, a decision that hurt no one, may negatively impact the rest of my life.

      I don’t think that there is anything terrible about smoking weed. I don’t believe that it is significantly worse for you than drinking alcohol, and I believe that for some people that it may be a better alternative. No one gets angry or violent while high. Regardless of the effects, its use only negatively affects the user and is a matter of their personal choice. Therefore I personally believe that marijuana should be legal for adults. This is a belief that I hold strongly. Unfortunately, much of society disagrees. Marijuana is perceived as a destructive force on our culture and something that should be purged from society, lumped alongside much harder drugs like heroine. For a person to have marijuana associated with their image, either publically or on their college or criminal record, is detrimental to their image. They will lose respect in our society because of it.

      I generally try to fight for the things that I believe in. If I see an injustice, I will do what I can to fix it. For a number of years now I have been involved in activism—in high school I was a member of an anti-war group that did a number of actions around my hometown of Des Moines like a sit-in at our senator’s office, and now I’m involved in the Columbia student group SEEJ which works on environmental and labor issues to create lasting change on campus. I am proud to associate my name with causes like these, and I hope to continue work on similar campaigns in the future. While I do believe that marijuana should be legal and that people should have that freedom, I think that causes such as these are more worth my time to fight for and bring about a greater good. Also, because of the stigma that weed has in our society, if I were to attach my name to that cause it could compromise my ability to fight for causes that I feel are more worthwhile. Not as much in my ability to work as a part of a student group, but more so my ability to get into graduate school or start a career. At this point there is already an indelible mark on my name associating me with marijuana, but I hope that the mark is insignificant enough to not prevent me from doing whatever I am otherwise qualified to do in life.

      Although damage has already been done, I still can take steps to prevent further damage to my name. From this point forward, marijuana can in no way be a part of my life. It is no sacrifice in that it is not an activity that I enjoy, but it may prove difficult in that it is an activity that many of my friends do. I can no longer be around them when they have it, are using it, or are under the influence of it, and I must extract myself from any such situation that I may find myself in, no matter how difficult that may be for me. I only hope that they respect that decision of mine and are willing to accommodate me and that I don’t lose any friends because of it. It is ultimately their decision to use it or not and I support fully their choice to do so. I wish that everyone had that freedom. Unfortunately, however, fighting for the legalization of a recreational activity is not worth jeopardizing my ability to fight for other more crucial causes. So it is simply something that I must completely cut out of my life.

      Marijuana was not my only violation. I was also found to be in possession of alcohol. To me, the issue of alcohol is more complex. The legality of drinking and possessing alcohol centers entirely on your date of birth. After 20 or 21 years of life, the maturity and responsibility of an individual does not fluctuate drastically from month to month. The date becomes somewhat arbitrary. I was born in 1989. One day very soon, a legal switch will flip and I will be able to drink and possess alcohol perfectly legally. One day alcohol will have legal repercussions that can harm my future, the next day it won’t. I don’t believe that the current drinking age is the best option. I think that it should be lowered to 19, giving most college students legal access to alcohol except for incoming first year students who are likely most at risk for binge drinking. But again, it is not an issue that I believe is worth fighting for. The issue will shortly be resolved in my life and in the life of every current 19- and 20-year-old. It’s smarter for me just to wait. I don’t need to change the role of alcohol in my life permanently, but only for a very short duration of time. I will one day again possess alcohol once I can do so legally. Even once legal, there are risks and dangers to alcohol use, but these dangers can be drastically reduced through sensible, modest consumption. I have never used alcohol unreasonably, never plan to, and I know the limits of reasonable consumption.

      Overall, I have learned from this experience. My values have not changed—that is not the role of the college’s disciplinary procedures. But I have been held accountable for my actions in a way that people rarely are. Policies are policies and the law is the law. If you are caught violating either, there are true and lasting repercussions. Many people go about their lives practically disregarding the potential consequences because the risk of being caught is so low. I have learned that regardless of my beliefs, this is the world that I currently live in and that the risk of consequences is real and in no way worthwhile for a simple recreational activity.

30 Dec 2009

So a widely accepted biological theory is that the evolution of bipedal locomotion in humans liberated our forelimbs which allowed us to use tools. The use of tools is what then allowed our brains to grow much larger and develop higher thought. If freedom of hands and arms allowed us to evolve to where we are, how will the rising rates of snuggie use then affect the future of human evolution?

6 Dec 2009

“Overall what can be determined from Thomas Aquinas’s five ways and three articles about the existence of God is that an entity which can be called God exists. This entity is the motion, action, cause, and origin of everything in the universe. God is the greatest thing conceivable. God was the original thing in existence and the nature and creator of all things. God is nature and God is truth. All of these properties of God can be logically determined and known from Aquinas’s arguments. But Aquinas’s notions of God as a force of good and as an intelligent being are unfounded. Aquinas calls the entity which he describes God, and God must therefore be referred to with masculine pronouns as a mere matter of convention. Nothing indicates that this entity has gender or is personified in any way. And there is no true evidence, in the writings of Aquinas or otherwise, that this entity which Aquinas calls God is an intelligent being who is aligned with the side of good and who is capable of conscious action upon the universe. These are conclusions which Aquinas leaps to by matter of religious convention. The characteristics of God as an entity can only known from what is deduced through reasoned argument.”
— Reading papers I did well on for self-confidence. From last spring until this Thursday is the longest I have ever gone without writing a paper in my academic career, I’m pretty sure.

29 Nov 2009

“If I were an office supply I would be sticky tack. It’s designed to hold things together, it’s a bit more fun than alternative products, but it’s kind of messy and ultimately doesn’t work all that well.”

28 Nov 2009

I just had a booze/math revelation, which is a very good kind. So I was thinking about how much alcohol is really in a 40. You take the ABV of your 40 (OE is 7.5% in Iowa, or .075) and you multiply it by 40 to get the number of ounces of straight alcohol you are drinking. But no one really drinks straight alcohol, so you should divide that number by the ABV of liquor to see how much liquor it is equivalent to. Which is 40% or .4. Which with a 40 of OE from Iowa leads you back to 7.5, its ABV (which divided by 1.5 leads you to 5 shots/standard drinks of alcohol). So the ABV of your 40 is always the same as the number of ounces of liquor that would have the same alcohol.

Another fun fact: A 40 of OE on the east coast is legally limited to 5.9% ABV—slightly under 4 standard alcoholic drinks, and an entire drink less than the variety sold in Iowa and other western states.

26 Nov 2009

Now it’s one thing to be bitter about Christmas

because there’s a lot to be bitter about there. You take a holiday rooted in organized religion and you saturate what is normally a secular society with it. Then you take the little gift exchange ceremony which is a part of that holiday and you squeeze every last drop of consumerism out of it. Eww. And then, on that day, you give birth to a little agnostic girl who finds both organized religion and consumerism distasteful.

So hatred of Christmas: valid. However, being bitter about Thanksgiving, especially at this age in my life, doesn’t quite work. Despite the questionable origins of the holiday that they teach you in elementary school through the use of construction paper bonnets and hats adorned with construction paper buckles and headdresses embellished with staples and feathers…despite that, the holiday is totally good-hearted. Let’s get together and simply enjoy being with one another. Let’s actually prepare a meal from scratch. Let’s be thankful for what we have.

It’s strange for me because a) this year I’m all alone for the holiday and b) I’m normally all about being grateful. I’m so privileged. I’m white, I grew up in a safe neighborhood of a great community with a good public school system that gave me a good and free primary education. I grew up in a household with two cars and a big green backyard with a stay-at-home mom and a dad making a middle class salary at a white collar job. My college educated parents have always gotten along well with each other and they are supportive of me and understand me and aren’t over-protective and we get along very well. My entire immediate family is alive and functioningly healthy. I go to a swanky, glossy east coast college. I am amazingly fortunate.

  • So where are you from?
  • I’m from Iowa.
  • Iowa? Shiiiiiiiiit. Where in Iowa?
  • Des Moines.
  • That’s, like, the capital, right?
  • Yepp.
  • (an all-too-frequent exchange)

Yet at this school it can be easy to lose sight of that. Only half of the students here get any financial aid at all. For context, given my family’s aforementioned financial comfort, Barnard only makes us pay about half. Really, that’s an extraordinary gift. And yet, it means that as I look around me, this school is filled with people who are financially better off than I am. In this place I feel poor because, by relative terms, I am.

And since I’m not from Jersey or Long Island or Boston, going home is really expensive. And it’s further distorted by the fact that travel to Iowa is much more expensive than nearby locations, but the cost of living in nearby locations is much higher. My dad would need a raise of 143% to maintain our current standard of living in Manhattan. And yet further by the fact that the Des Moines airport doesn’t have a reliable stream of travelers going to and from New York (unlike, say, NY to LA) so flights prices are higher than they should be based only on distance.

So, this Thanksgiving (err, today), I’m not at home, seeing my family and seeing my friends and being thankful for having them in my life. I’m not biking down University to Mars Cafe, I’m not running around my backyard with my dog and burying my face in soft pet fur, I’m not loitering on playgrounds or abandoned train bridges. I’m not baking or cooking in a real kitchen. No. Instead, because I’m privileged but not too privileged, I’m staying in the dorm room of my glossy swanky east coast college.

Oh, and on a cost of living calculator, the one thing cheaper in Manhattan than Des Moines? Pizza.

1 Oct 2009

“So for organisms with gastrovascular cavities, making out is the same as a rim job.”
— (their mouth is their anus)

19 May 2009

“You think that it would be difficult to type on a dvorak keyboard, but when you start learning you realize that almost all the keys you need are already in the home row. This was written with dvorak, by the way.”

15 May 2009

Vacillating sentiments. Drastic, drastic.

Compartmentalized material existence.

(college is one big hotel party)