We All Fall Down

I just read an Associated Press article about the recenet earthquake in China. Over 8,500 people are dead now. When the first article broke yesterday, they said there were over 4,000 deaths and when I woke up this morning it said over 7,500 deaths. It seems like the toll keeps climbing. First, the cyclone in Myannmar that has killed over 40,000 and left millions homeless and now this. It seems like the world is falling apart around me. I wouldn't know how it feels to live in a geologically active area. There was an earthquake in New England back in 2003, but it only lasted ten seconds. I remember what it felt like. I was on vacation in Rhode Island with my family and we were in a hotel room in a ten-story building. I actually felt the floor beneath sway a bit. It was the most visceral feeling I've ever felt. I actually thought someone ran into the building with eight-wheel truck. I guess I don't know an earthquake when its coming. I'm very lucky for that. The earthquake in China was a 7.8 category on the Rictor Scale. The one in New England in 2003 barely tipped the scale.

On another depressing note, the hypocrisy of John McCain continues. This radical Christian zealot has just announced he opposes the Fair Pay Act that was just introduced to Congress. What a piece of shit. The legislation was drafted to countervail wage discrimination in the workplace towards women. Its no surprise and extremely disconcerting to know that woman get paid much less than men who obtain the same position and are parallel in their educational attainment. Its sickening to know that someone with so-called "moral values" would be objected to such progressive notions of soicetal equity. In a way, its also no surprise at al. McCain and his pundits cling to the ideological sentiment of strict-father mentality. This mean that the male is the head of the household, the sole breadwinner the being of supreme intelligence. Yeah sorry dude, but its 2008. Stop being a sexist bastard. So in McCain's view, legislation like this would be a threat to his pre-conceived perception of reality. I think I'm going to write about this for my next Rebuttal article, because its really pissing me off.

TODAY'S GRIPE : COVER LETTERS

Cover letters are redundant comprehensive documents of brown-nosing and plain bullshit. Its not that I don't care about getting any positon at any one particular job, its just this professional format for applying that really pulls at my hair. The career development director at school is right when she says that the cover letter entices the employer to look at the rest of your resume, but its also full of the monotonous humdrum of kid who is sick of looking for a job. All "adults" will tell me to get over it and just accept it. You know what. I wasn't raised to blindly accept anything. Its time I start writing my cover letters with a bit of my own zeal.

So I have no written finals for finals week. Thats right. I'm just sitting around for the next five days trying to find some sort of epiphany as to why I put myself into perpetual debt for this arbitray communications degree. Yeah I'm cynicaly, but I've seen someone working at Wal-Mart who graduated with the same degree. Then again, its what you make of it. I think its just easier to be cynical rather than positive. But to be completely honest, I got my fucking money's worth out of this school, besides the fact that I don't think any one deserves to be put into debt just because they want to attain additional knowledge.

The speak at commencement is Senator Bernie Sanders. Thats strange considering I just applied to work in his Burlington office (N. Vermont). I was just telling a friend how funny it would be if I got up to get my diploma and ask him if he got my fax. Then we could have an interview right there. I could turn to the crowd and ask them if they think I'm worthy. If the crowd cheers, he'll have to hire me. Sounds like a plan.

I don't know what I'm going to do today, besides hand in a final paper. Maybe I'll find out when I get to mix the rest of my songs at Westside studios.

Life is ambiguous.