Sunday, March 23, 2014

The State of Cycling at MDC Wolfson Campus

Pinecrest Bike Day 2014.



  
The modern bicycle is the most efficient human-powered vehicle available, yet it’s treated like a second-class mode of transportation on at least one college campus.

Cycling to Miami Dade College’s Wolfson Campus, located in the heart of Downtown Miami, is a ride that Earth Ethics Institute director Colleen Ahern-Hettich says one must be “very prepared” for. Following traffic signals, riding on the rightmost side of the street and wearing a helmet are musts. Riding on sidewalks, she says, which many people do as an incorrect perception of heightened safety, is actually “a recipe for

The second-class feeling, though, sets in when the parking facilities at the campus are evaluated. Currently, the only site for bicycle lockup that is on MDC Wolfson property and not the public sidewalk is an area sectioned off by metal gates and a door that anyone can open, located adjacent to Faculty Parking Lot 1. 

disaster”.

Earth Ethics Institute Program Assistant, Heidi Lellelid, has cited the lack of security of this area, namely due to the unmonitored access and egress the area provides.

The limited bicycle parking amenities at the Wolfson Campus appear unjust in the face of its largest vehicular parking amenity, a multi-story lot complete with elevator access and 24-hour security personnel.

Activist group Transportation Alternatives (founded in 1973) has published a “Major in Bicycling” booklet aimed at providing suggestions as to how to make a college campus bicycle friendly. One of their suggestions is forming student unions that will join together and create a louder voice in support of better cycling in their college campuses and beyond.

Both Lellelid and Transportation Alternatives are in agreement that increasing awareness of people cycling to and from their jobs and classes is a key part of obtaining better cycling amentities. Christian Casas, an MDC student, tried to start a bicycle awareness club along with Lellelid called Miami Mobilized, which met for at least one meeting during the Fall 2013 semester. The Earth Ethics Institute itself has approached the head of the security department at the campus regarding bicycle safety concerns; amongst the Institute’s ideas for increasing bicycle safety is having heavy-duty chains permanently affixed to the bicycle racks that can be locked by use of a cheap padlock, as well as re-designing the Lot 1 area in such a way that an MDCard is required to enter.

Transportation Alternatives, based in NYC, and Green Mobility Network, based here in Miami, also both recommend “complete streets”, a form of road design that includes street lamps, dedicated bus lanes and separated bike lanes in addition regular car lanes. These “complete streets” are designed for all commuters, not just those driving cars.

Dr. Edwin Gines-Candelaria, Associate Professor of Biology at the Wolfson Campus, adds that the key to safe bicycle parking at the Wolfson campus is the installation of bicycle racks in places where there is a large “transit” of people, so as to prevent a situation where a thief can take his time to work on removing a bicycle lock. Gines-Candelaria has had bicycle tampered with at least two times with “a couple of years” in between. One incident forced him to ride back to South Beach without a saddle.

There’s a chance, though, that the awareness might grow on its own. Both Lellelid and Ahern-Hettich note that the amount of bicycles parked in places like the Faculty Parking Lot 1 area has increased substantially since the lot’s renovation two years ago.

As Miami’s population and subsequent vehicular congestion continue to grow, the idea of commuting by bicycle will represent a viable transportation option in the minds of Miamian commuters. One can only hope that the infrastructure to support this will follow pace accordingly.
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Friday, February 28, 2014

Tabletop Gaming a Phenomenon at MDC Wolfson

“That dragon has to be a Normal monster, and it can be from Hand, Deck or Graveyard.” “Imagine if you
Isaachar Vinajeras, a proud owner of multiple Yu-Gi-Oh! decks
and a computer science student at Miami Dade College.
get Dark Knight!” “Defense!”

These are the kinds of exclamations you’ve probably heard if you’ve walked past the tables adjacent Teatro Prometeo on the first floor of Building 1, on almost any given day.

On a sunny Wednesday afternoon, Isaachar Vinajeras, an avid collector of Yu-Gi-Oh! trading cards, sits across from his opponent, a lean youth with black Skullcandy headphones and a short haircut. Both players have mats set out in front of them atop the table, made of a soft felt and decorated with bold illustrations of fictitious creatures. Both of them also have their trusty Deck-Boxes to their right.

As the game ensues, they shuffle shiny paper cards – each one inserted into plastic card protectors – and declare monster names, “what if” plays and attack and defense points with practiced yet modest bravado.

Vinajeras, a computer science student at Miami Dade College’s Wolfson Campus says that Yu-Gi-Oh! is his “hobby”. Inside his bookbag, he’s got three boxes of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards, worth hundreds.

He proudly arrays the cards in a crescent upon request.

Vinajeras and his opponents are but two participants of a recurring yet unregulated communion of people – not all of them necessarily MDC students – that join together at almost any time of the day to play card games such as Yu-Gi-Oh! and Magic.

Jesus Acosta, Vice President of Anime Unleashed, says that the table gaming produces a domino effect, wherein increasing amounts of bystanders are motivated to join by simple curiosity.

Although Yu-Gi-Oh! fanatic Vinajeras sits down to play in between classes, Acosta says that the earliest he’s seen players huddled up is 8 a.m.; the latest, 9 p.m.

Many of the attendees know each other through three campus clubs: TableTop Gaming, which focuses on “traditional tabletop games” such as Magic: The Gathering; Video Game Association, whose goal is to produce their own video game, and Anime Unleashed, which affords fans of the genre a chance to enjoy it together.

“Most of the people [that] go to Tabletop, Anime Unleashed, and VGA; we’re all the same group,” says Miguel Diaz, president of the campus’ Video Game Association. “We’re all the nerds.”

Diaz, whose VGA club was featured in Miami Dade College’s student newspaper, The Reporter in February of 2012, says that youth who would normally find themselves on the fringe of society due to their nerdy or geeky interests have jumped on an opportunity to come together.

“Whoouch!” and an accompanying gesture of two hands forcefully coming together is how Diaz describes the phenomenon.
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Thursday, January 9, 2014

Spring 2014 Semester So Far

My friend Ashley and I working on homework
in the Honors Lounge.
I've decided to write a quick blurb about the first few days of the Spring Semester because, as each semester ends, the first thing I'll alwaysbe looking to remember is what the first few days of it were like.

Hence, this article.

My classes this semester - besides Leadership, Pre-Cal+Trig and English 2 - are very interesting. One of them is Fundamental of Music Theory, with Professor Molinari. Walking into the class for the first time, I was excited to step into a room full of Yamaha Clavinovas. I was even more excited when I realized that each student gets a Clavinova to him-/herself! So far, we've practiced melodic dictation and shared our reasons for taking the class.

The next interesting one is Basic Reporting with Professor Lane, which I hope will rekindle my desire to practice journalism professionally.

The third and final one is C++ Programming, the most valuable lesson of which has been the idea that computers are actually really dumb creatures! To a robot, for example, an operation as simple as moving from Point A to Point B must be expressed as more than a hundred lines of code to its internal computer! My hope for the course is that it'll show me what it's like to be "in" the world of computing and programming, perhaps kindling a serious consideration of "computer technician" as a possible career.

Here's to a good semester!

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Sunday, January 5, 2014

My Intentions for the Spring Semester

One of my intentions for the Spring semester is to approximate myself towards - but not necessarily

Getting distracted in class. 

Sunflower hats aren't particularly my
favorite type of headwear,
but they make a weird picture. Gotta
brush those teeth though.

Party, party, party!

An older shot, taken on an afternoon where I'd
proudly bought an office chair at a thrift store!

Messing around with the front-facing camera on my
newfangled iPhone 4.
pinpoint – the major that I want to pursue in the years after my stay at the Honors College. Although I am a journalism major (effective through next semester), I have signed myself up for classes that reflect my interests and not the pathway’s curriculum. 

Specifically, I have selected basic Reporting with Professor Lane (which fulfills my interest in journalism and newswriting, which has been one of my career aspirations since high school), Introduction to Music Theory with Professor Alan Ngim (which fulfills my interest in musical composition and learning how to play a musical instrument, both of which have stemmed from my fascination with jazz and my desire to involve myself in the arts in a form different than journalism) and C++ Programming with Professor Jack Lusby (which fulfills my growing interest in computer science and will introduce me to any work opportunities that may come from pursuing a computer science curriculum). 

My parents have criticized my choice of curriculum because they feel it deviates from my historically classic choice of interest (journalism) at the expense of money and time. While I sympathize with their arguments regarding the use of those two valuable resources, I would like for them to understand that I see college as an opportunity to find myself, to try everything that I want to try, to spend time learning about subjects and realms of life that I have a cursory interest in.

They might blossom into fascinations, infatuations, or even aspirations.

The second of my intentions is to be at peace with my social needs and aspirations. Throughout high school, I was a “popular kid”. Though it’s a term that’s difficult to define, it was a phrase that was used by acquaintances and close friends of mine alike to describe me in the context of our student body. People knew me, to the point that I often returned hellos to people I wasn’t even clear on whether I knew or not. Certainly the phrase had some veracity to it – else I wouldn’t even bother writing about it. 

High school is over now, though, and I am now surrounded by a group of people that, if my perception is correct, cherishes those who have resolve and wish to accomplish things greater than themselves. I relish the challenge, simultaneously because it would palliate my restless desire to belong, and also because it gives me an excuse to be recognized for things I would likely pursue anyway. I see other Honors College kids, most in their second year of study, creating and promoting big community projects like scholarships and food drives and … well, they make me smile. 

Whether their motivation is solely the recognition of other classmates and faculty or whether it’s also an earnest desire to do something is dependent on them … but they’re doing something regardless, and that’s noble enough. 

Therefore, to be at peace with my social needs and aspirations, I will do my best to find groups of people (Honors College kids, regular Miami-Dade kids or even Miami-Dade faculty) that share my interests, I will seek social and community ills that merit attention and I will publicize and promote all the work that I may engage in in the process of remediating those ills. It’ll really be a treat to be able to consider myself to be a person like this … the “popular” label from before will just be a cherry on top.
Finally, my third intention is to do well in all my classes in the next semester. This may sound like a cop-out intention, but I’ve decided to prioritize it because my credit load for next semester is relatively large (20 credits spread across seven or eight classes) and I’m aware that it will take a lot of concentration, focus, and simply put, hard work, to excel academically between all these subjects. My study habits so far have proven to be effective, so they will continue to be my main strategy for accomplishing this intention of mine. I want to succeed in the Honors College and in my college endeavors in general, and doing well academically is without a doubt one of the largest portions of achieving that success. Hence, I hope to pass!

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Ode to the Bicycle

I find it particular that I've yet to write an article specifically about the love of my life. I'm referring to a
This was the first bicycle I took seriously. It was
a 1984 Free Spirit 10-speed (classic Sears variety).
I bought it for  25 dollars at a Hialeah thrift store and
put very many miles on it. I experimented on it
a lot also, and eventually it suffered repairable but
prohibitively expensive damage to
the front fork. A beautiful bicycle that I'll never forget.

My current (and heretofore most expensive) rider: a 1982
Peugeot P18 Mixte frame w/700c x 28 tires, 10 speeds and
an extended length rear rack, with very many accessories.


My 1980s Sun Miami and Huffy Sea Trails cruisers
in storage, little before they were sold to a collector.

My 1980s Sun Miami cruiser at its finest stage, with
a roomy rear rack/basket, dual rearview mirrors and
newly installed 26" tires. 
component of my life that's been with me through thick and thin; that with the exception of a few bumps along the road, has always felt the same, smelled the same, looked the same ... essentially, it’s remained beautiful in its permanence.

I'm referring to the bicycle. Never have I ever been so taken by the beauty and appeal of something as the day I went on my first serious bike ride, atop a boys' BMX bike that was way too small for my thirteen-year-old self at the time.

I recall having to raise the seatpost height beyond the "minimum insertion" mark. I recall the hard as a rock saddle that I had to stand for half an hour, whose attached fabric only made things worse as it rubbed against the seams in my shorts. I recall the constant clanking of the crank arms, which hadn't been tightened since the bicycle left the factory years prior to that ride.

I also recall getting a flat tire three-quarters of the way to my destination, which left me no recourse but to walk the remaining distance.

But most of all, I recall that beautiful sense of independence as I sped off my block and onto the city streets. With every thrust downward, I felt like I was entering increasingly higher levels of aesthetic, of beauty, of art.

That fascination has endured until today, and will very likely continue to endure for a very long time. The fact that I've gone nearly everywhere I've ever had to go either solely by bicycle, or by a combination of bicycle and mass transit, is a testament to not only my appreciation of the vehicle, but also to the power the vehicle has.

When a proper fit is ensured between a cyclist and his bicycle - proper saddle height and type, proper handlebar reach, proper stem height, comfortable gearing, proper tire inflation, and proper accessories as needed - the power that can be exuded from the two-wheeler is tremendous...

For me, though, it generally hasn't been about speed. Speed is not the reason why I ride a bicycle. Instead, I ride for efficiency. I ride because I like to be in a situation where I'm getting somewhere by the most efficient way possible. Half the time - even considering time constraints - a bicycle is the best way to get there. No energy is expended save for your own, which is easily rechargeable by sleeping, eating or drinking water. 

How's that for being efficient?
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Monday, December 16, 2013

Fantasy of Being in the Denouement

SW 56 ST, a main Miami thoroughfare that runs right outside
my apartment complex, on a cloudy yet stunning afternoon.
I have a fantasy, which I try to make a reality as often as possible, of being in the denouement of something. It gives me giddy pleasure to be the least one to leave a classroom on the last day of school, the last one to be on campus after everyone’s left to their homes, the last one to witness a coworker’s last day of work, the last one to leave a newly defunct facility or home. I’m not quite sure why, but I’m always looking for ways to be the last one to leave from something.

During the week of finals for the fall semester, for example, it would give me great pleasure to be the last one to leave from the Honors College lounge after the last day of finals.

Maybe the fetish stems from having an appreciation for the feeling of nostalgia, and for the history of something. The most touching part, for me, of the history of a building or society or vehicle or group is its end; I’m always fascinated by how things come to an end, why they come to an end. In doing research for my term paper about public transit this semester, for example, one of the most touching anecdotes I came across was about the night the last trolley car ran in Miami. In the late 1920s, a lonely trolley car rumbled to the car barn as some officials from the transit agency were sitting inside, experiencing the last ride. One of them played his harmonica, lending an overdramatic and picturesque tone to the last night of active trolley service in Miami.

I don’t know why these things fascinate me, but they do. Maybe I’ll find out someday.

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

People's Fears of One Another / College Acquaintances

I’ve made a boatload of acquaintances throughout this first semester in college. I’ve also learned the
A shot of my ENC1101 class, bright and early at 9am!

I had the privilege of going to the Everglades this semester
with a group of Biology and Natural Science students.
It was a fantastic and confidence-instilling experience
that was made better by the people I went with. 

Right after the Swamp Walk, it was time to
have lunch at the Grove, of course!
Two colleagues of mine engaging in serious discussion.

I also had the opportunity of attending a tour of Coconut Grove
hosted by (unbeknownst to me) famed historian, Dr. Paul
George (who was also my history teacher for the fall semester).
Here's a shot featuring me and some of my pals during the tour!

I'd call this a "transit picture", just because it describes
the day-to-day atmosphere of the Honors Lounge so well
(the Honors Lounge is a computer lab, conference room and
sitting area reserved for us Honors College students). 

Another one of my classmates as we slouch around
waiting for our professor to arrive.

On one of the last days of the semester, I was invited to a
lunch in Downtown with some of my colleagues!
Being the bohemian teenagers we are, we took the Metromover
(Downtown Miam's light rail system) to our destination.
 value of the word “acquaintances”, particularly when it’s contrasted with the word “friends”. While I became friendly with the idea of separating the two terms as far back as when I left high school and felt the wrath of falling out of touch with many people I’d considered to be pals, I’ve really come to terms with it now that a semester of college has transpired and now that I’ve gotten the chance to engage in social interactions which have made the distinction undeniable.

From a logical perspective, people strike friendships based on common interests. Two people that like or do the same things are more likely to strike up a relationship than two people who don’t. The same perspective typically applies to people bound by a common neighborhood or frequently visited location, such as a church or a classroom.

While such a perspective is correct, it fails to account for the fact that such commonalities do not lead to “friendships” but rather to “acquaintanceships”, if you will. Just because I am taking the same class as someone else, or the same bus route as someone else; just because I am sitting at the same table as someone else, or reading the same textbook as someone else does not mean that I am entitled to a long-standing friendship with that person. While it may become easier for me to break the ice with that person given our outstanding commonality, it will not be any less difficult to take the relationship farther.

I feel as though a critic of such a train of thought would immediately call the perspective pessimistic. They’d likely argue that commonalities like the ones described are indeed the way to friendships; that exploiting the activities or circumstances that bring one together with others is precisely the best way to make relationships that will “last a lifetime” (placed in quotes because of the airy, feel-good nature of that phrase).

But there’s a caveat to such an attitude that bears discussion more often than not, and that caveat has been immortalized in modern psychology by something called “the Dunbar number”. In the early 90s, British anthropologist Robin Dunbar proposed that humans can only comfortably maintain 150 stable relationships, a figure above which rules commanding the relationships (and making it less than stable) must be set if stability is to be retained. Dunbar explains that a stable social relationship is different from situations like knowing who someone is but not having active social contact with them (in which case the number might be much higher because the “relationship” becomes just an element of accumulated knowledge and would become dependent on long-term memory size).

In an “Age of Information” where “everything is on the Internet” (according to rapper Lil B), social networks like Facebook who tug at people’s notions of social approval and fame by way of constantly suggesting friends and always reminding you to give birthday gifts to people have also created a difficult set of expectations for people who take pride in their social relationships, like me.

For one, it creates the sense that each and every acquaintance one makes is a friendship waiting to bloom. In other words, every person with whom there is a commonality is a person with whom there must also be a serious attempt made to exact a serious and sustainable relationship. While it sounds like an agenda that could only do more good than bad, it’s actually not, especially when exacerbated by the fact that a person like me is in a situation where meeting new people on a regular basis is the norm. As a college student, I’ve found myself entrenched in tens of different clubs and meetings and rooms with different people more often than not, and the thought of having a responsibility unto myself to try to be “friends” and not simply “acquaintances” with as many of them as possible genuinely tires me out.

Part of the reason why that’s the case is because not everyone takes as much pride in their social relationships as I think I do. There are people – and this has been a truth that’s been difficult to grasp – that do not even think about social expectations like the one I’m having trouble filling, be they a part of the “Age of Information” or not. There are people who are also in situations where they see new faces more often than not, but do not find themselves compelled to strike a relationship with them that goes farther than a “Hello”. In some cases, people even have trouble mustering up the courage or the respect to greet others!

I could analogize my dilemma to a naïve boy who goes out of his way to do something, deluded in his belief that someone will care if he accomplishes it. I see a picture, for instance, of a schoolboy aligning all the chairs in the lunchroom because the teacher told one malfeasant punk to scoot his chair under the table. The boy will have fomented an immutable resolve to ensure the chairs are in order, only to meet a half-hearted “Good job, Johnny!” exclamation from his teacher, who wouldn’t dare pass up the opportunity to reward Johnny for work that is otherwise unnecessary and dumb.

I’ve felt like this on occasions where I lent unnecessary weight to my social relationships … and because of it, I’ve found myself saying “Hello” and not being greeted back on more occasions than I’d care to account for. I’ve found myself honoring commitments when the other person wasn’t really planning on doing so. I’ve found myself sending text messages asking about the other person’s doings and whereabouts, in vain. And though I would typically blame an errant world for all this, I now understand what’s going on.

The tiredness I sometimes feel when my own personality compels me to be a part of as many peoples’ lives as possible is likely the one that other, more rationally-thinking people are righteously trying to avoid. Just like the automobiles of the 21st century, they’re doing their best to be efficient human beings, and as a part of that envelope they’ve decided to very carefully manage their social relationships. They’ve decided to very carefully pick and choose who to add to their growing Dunbar number.

Yet one unsettling thought remains. I don’t think that people make decisions to be so discriminant based solely on concerns of mental efficiency. I think the decisions can also be attributed to fear. Fear of developing friendships with others that - as a result of constantly changing living and working and studying arrangements – might fall by the wayside and end up hurting them in the long-run because of it. I’m not alone in this train of thought – at least two people that I’ve met (initially “acquaintances” but currently on an upward trend) have commented on the same thing.

Truth be told, that’s a pretty good thing to do. It makes me think, hey, I’m only nineteen; if I try to add a lot of people now, I’ll be out of room before I even start my professional career! Whether avoiding heartbreak or being as efficient as a Prius is the motivation, this agenda of managing your number appropriately isn’t so bad. It just takes someone like me some getting used to.

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Sunday, December 1, 2013

In Response to Miami Gardens Police Harassing the 207 Quickstop

This article is in response to the Miami Herald investigation published here. The story is continually updating; this response was composed shortly after the story first broke.  

The Coconut Grove Metrorail Station.
It’s clear that racism still holds a presence in today’s society, albeit in a different form than it was fifty or so years ago. Last week, I was sitting down on a bench at a Metrorail station when I overheard an argument going on between a Hispanic-looking man and a black security officer who wasn’t letting him through to the trains because he did not have enough credit on his EASY Card. The Hispanic man did notice, however, how the same security officer let another older woman through (whose ethnicity I can’t recall) even though she didn’t have credit on her EASY Card. Visibly upset, the Hispanic man stormed off with his female accompaniment, who was urging him to let the thing go with a combination of body language and spoken words. The man and his woman drew increasingly closer to the bench I was sitting at, meaning I heard it loud and clear when he said, in Spanish, that that security guard was a motherfucking nigger and that had he been black, she likely would’ve let him enter the station.

The security guard won’t be told to sit in the back of the bus when she goes home, nor will she have to endure going to a separate bathroom nor use a separate water fountain when she’s out and about. But she’ll likely endure the often unspoken contempt that people of other ethnicities may have for her and other people like her.
Some, if not all of this energy, likely fuels the encroachment Miami Gardens police have made upon Alex Saleh’s 207 Quickstop convenience store. I’d be hard-pressed to find out that the police officers working the store and working Miami Gardens at large don’t ever find themselves sharing the thought that Miami Gardens is as crime-ridden because of its black population. Certainly, any white or Hispanic police officer (maybe even the black officers) must think this at some point. 

MGPD causing a ruckus at the Quickstop.

I'm not saying they do. This is my opinion.

Add to that the fact that Miami Gardens has indeed been crime ridden for so long (since its incorporation 10 years ago) and you've got a formula for police over-activity.

Granted, the unrelenting arrests of Quickstop clerk Earl Sampson fail to stand the test of any reason. There's a difference between being quick to suspect the business of a man of any race walking around dark neighborhood streets at odd evening hours versus arresting the same man over and over again while he's obviously just doing his job. 

If surface reasoning can't explain something, something deeper must be gnawing at the hearts of the people involved, making them into monsters. If that irate man at the Metrorail station was quick to dismiss the security officer as a black bitch, imagine what a police officer enforcing a zero-tolerance policy is capable of given similar sentiments. The clear breach of common sense that is evident in the occurrences inside Alex Saleh's Quickstop is, quite literally, the sum of all fears. A still prejudiced police force being tasked with turning a crime-ridden and "blacks-filled"city around is immaturely handling a sensitive situation. Since they are the police force, though, it's as if there's no alternative.

Save for Alex Saleh. This wise, wise man now has the power to give an entire police department a run for its money and its prejudice. Those videos of evident police harassment, coupled with formally documented anecdotes of the same, will be the end-all be-all of the MGPD or, so help me, I'll call foul on the entire institution that is American democracy. I sympathize with the MGPD's efforts in attempting to turn the Gardens around, but the Quickstop is an example of inefficient operations. Alex Saleh, licensed to carry a firearm, seems to have the crime situation at the Quickstop - if even existent - under control.

He should cover up the zero-tolerance sign that the MGPD forced him to install on the back of the store with a sign that reads "Days Since Police Harassment: 0". The day he has to change the count is the day that change will come to Miami Gardens.
Quickstop employee Earl Sampson.

One of the sources cited in the article even said it: zero-tolerance policies work only if the area police force is trustworthy. Given their actions, the MGPD could hardly be considered trustworthy or righteous. 


I not only support Saleh's push for a civil rights lawsuit, but also celebrate his pure intellect: installing those cameras was the best thing he could have ever done. You can't get any less partial, less predicted and less biased than a surveillance camera. I also tip my hat to the Miami Herald for their impressive journalistic work. May be the logic of this world be tipped in Saleh's favor.

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Monday, October 28, 2013

Lil B

Lil B is a hip-hop musician from the Bay Area who's earned my respect and fairly loyal following in
Lil B generally uploads very unique (and obviously
photoshopped) pictures of himself to his Facebook page.
This one is but a sample.


A still from B's music video, "Eat A$$".

A very classic and widespread picture of the Based God
in one of his more "rare" outfit. 
the weirdest of ways. 
To this day, I've yet to compose a homage to one of the most unlikely role models I've come to respect. His name is Brandon McCartney, but the name he's famous for is Lil B 'The BasedGod'. The first part of his name satisfies the nature of standard rapper aliases, but the second part reveals the more interesting part of Brandon's music and philosophy. Lil B regards himself as the creator and, in my eyes, sole practitioner of what he's termed, "based music." Music critics describe it as a "stream of consciousness" style of rapping, but I know it as an excuse under which to produce relatable, thought-provoking music alongside mind-numbing exposes about "fucking bitches" and "going dumb". Just because it's an excuse, however, doesn't mean I don't regard it in a positive manner.

Lil B originally got his music career started through his involvement with the moderately successful, hyphy movement-era group, "The Pack", whose hit single "Vans" constituted an anthem to their cultural surroundings and was also a fairly catchy, radio-friendly hip-hop tune. Following "The Pack's" success, however, Lil B split and began pushing his solo endeavors by posting MP3 file after MP3 file across multiple MySpace pages. Essentially, Lil B came to be through an incessant proliferation of content, some of which was admittedly trash. As the size (but not necessarily the depth) of B's repertoire grew, so did his fan base, and soon he would reach a point where his videos of him executing poor lip-synching whilst accompanied by females who look like they'd rather be doing anything but pretending to be B's groupies,

I'm aware that I'm describing Lil B as a pathetic, amateur rapper with a penchant for producing crap. In some respects, that's true. But in other respects, it couldn't be farther from the truth. You see, Lil B is a duplicitous artist, with the ability to produce fantastic music and the gall to produce music less so. That, in and of itself, is a fantastic quality. In multiple interviews, B has stated that his outlook on life involves being himself and loving others whilst rejecting the naysayers. Often, he expresses this outlook in less than noble vocabulary.

His philosophy is not unique, but his rise to fame and current ubiquity as due to his tantalizing musicianship makes it unique. It's kind of like hearing the same thing from two different people - even though the message is the same, its purveyor might make you receive it differently.

Throughout my life, I've wrestled with the very concepts Lil B seems to have a handle on - understanding who one is, what one wishes to identify oneself with, how one seeks to behave oneself with other people. Lil B, in praising self-esteem and individuality as kindling of a full life, has helped me become more confident about the ways I answer those questions. I don't want to be like Lil B - talking about fucking bitches and smoking “purp”1 and having a heater - but I want to be that which I want to be as ardently and decidedly as Lil B is himself.

That's a little of a tongue twister. I apologize.
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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Extradurable Goods / "Technological Perennialism"

A 1980s Sun Miami cruiser, that used to be mine,
is a wonderful example of "perennial" technology:
still going strong after 30 years.
1998 Volvo S70
1998 Volvo S70 (Photo credit: merfam)
Playstation
Playstation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
IPad Mini
IPad Mini (Photo credits: Best Buy)
English: The "Boro Eye", photo 1 of ...
English: The "Boro Eye", photo 1 of 4. Taken at dusk on an Apple iPhone 3GS. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Here, I’m talking about a particular perspective I have on the nature of technology – that of “technological perennialism”. I’m also discussing the source of that idea of mine – my own experience with technology.
I have a fascination with a certain perspective about technology that would be difficult to make a reality in the current technological climate. Have you ever, or do you currently, owned a piece of technology whose workmanship was of such a caliber, and whose purpose was of such relevance across time, that it has “lasted all these years”? I can think of a few examples that people might own – a refrigerator, an air conditioner unit, a car, a house. These items are not just durable goods, they’re “extra-durable goods”, because they’ve been able to be used, in fairly unmodified and unrepaired form, for very many years.

Compare that to the current throw-away ethic dominating the cellular phone market, one that is familiar to the hundreds upon thousands of people that are always looking for the cheapest and most efficient way to get their hands on the next best smartphone. Is it the fault of the consumers, for being unappreciative assholes and not respecting the time and dedication that goes into designing and manufacturing each smartphone, or is it the fault of the manufactures for not creating sufficiently durable and reliable end-user machines?

Here’s another possibility: are the manufactures simply hell-bent on being assholes themselves and getting people to buy subsequent revisions of their hardware by doing the revisions on a very regular basis? Sooner than later, today’s hot and handy smartphone becomes the model that was hot and handy six months ago, and in an economic climate where people are both counting their change and are fascinated by having the latest thing, it’s an injurious practice to be constantly feeding the materialistic flame.

While all the heretofore described possibilities are, well, possible, I think the consumers are most likely at fault. I, for example, own an iPhone 4 alongside a 1983 Sun Miami touring-style bicycle. Both are perfectly serviceable, but both are “last year’s model” (more like “very many years ago’s model). The car that I drive – my dad’s 1999 Volvo S70 – hums along nearly perfectly at over 200,000 miles, whilst my friend’s year model car had to be brought in for repair.

Here’s my proposal to the technology world at large – let go of that throw-away ethic. In fact, throw it away. Then, create its antithesis: the dogma of technological perennialism. Much like the Sequoyah tree is described as a perennial, so should as much currently existing technology as possible (unless it’s designed to be disposable or single use, of course). Going back to the iPhone; imagine if you could buy the iPhone 5 today, and have it last you 10 years. Surely you’d have to maintain the thing by defragmenting its flash storage every now and then, backing up the contents of the storage every now and then… but the thing would last you ten years (unless you’re malicious towards it). You could take pride in taking out your iPhone in public, or feel incredible anger and frustration when it’s stolen. It could literally last you until it becomes obsolete, not way before (Apple’s iPhone 3GS, released in 2009, is still supported, four years later).

But other concerns likely govern a company’s decision to feed the throw-away ethic, one of the largest likely being a company’s desire to “stay fresh”. Perhaps, if Apple had manufactured the 3GS and not released a new model until now, people would’ve lost interest in the company as a symbol of innovation and would’ve regarded it solely as a place to get your immutable and unchanging and eventually boring 3GS, repaired or replaced.

I guess it’s just a personal frustration to see perfectly good technology be dismissed as useless crap, especially when it’s confronted by a prettier-looking or better-performing newbie. That frustration, in turn, likely stems from my own challenges growing up.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been into technology, of all sorts. It likely began with my first video game console (SEGA Genesis) and continued with the computer, then dial-up Internet, then DSL, then the smartphone. For as long as I can remember, it’s always been hard to obtain new things, especially expensive technological goods. Each time I did, then, was a momentous milestone in my growing collection of technology. Each time I would get a new item, I would evaluate, in my head, what I would be able to do with it that I hadn’t been able to do previously; I would then regurgitate this, in vocal form, to whomever was next to me and had ears, “Now that I have this, I can …”, or “Now that I have this, I’ll be able to …” To think such thoughts of opportunity always put a smile in my face, akin to the expression of boyhood wonder that one may witness on the face of a young child playing with his toys. Regardless of what else I would have to do – homework, chores, family bonding time – I would do my absolute best to get it done quickly, or not do it at all, in order to get some alone time with my new technology. I never humped the things or kissed them or gave them pet names, but I developed connections with each item, that I happily reminisce upon, in one way or another, to this day.

I’ll never forget, for example, the day my dad bought me a PlayStation One. It was a rainy day; one of those Hollywood thunderstorms replete with ferocious wind gusts and torrential downpour that didn’t seem to let up. We drove to the Best Buy store by the Dadeland North Metrorail station, ascending the spiral slopes to the third floor parking lot and parking as close as possible to the entrance of the shop. My dad, attempting to counter my excitement with nonchalance, walked in with me whilst pretending to be more interested in the musical instruments department, erected at the complete opposite side of the store, well away from the video games section. Being a child of about nine or eleven years of age, I saw no recourse but to grab him by the shoulder and steer him clear of any foreign influences. I wanted us to make this transaction quick, so we could dodge the raindrops outside and get back home. As I drew closer and closer to the video games section … there it was, in a compact black box with screenshots of the system’s then-most popular games on the back. It was beautiful. After we bought the machine for a whopping fifty bucks plus tax, we hurried home and I plugged it in to the television set. This set was also top of the last year’s line – a sixteen inch tube cathode ray tube television atop a wooden bookshelf enclosing Cosmopolitan and US Weekly magazines that my mom would often leaf through. I unboxed the thing with unprecedented excitement, only to find that the television set didn’t have audio/video inputs.

Had I been older, I would’ve said “Fuck!” But my then-innocent mind simply dawdled over to my dad, who was sitting at the dinner table, snacking on yesterday’s leftovers, happy that he’d made a purchase that made me happy, and told him my dilemma. Also the technology fanatic, he quickly acknowledged the problem and proposed the solution - an RCA to RF converter was necessary. We drove to the nearest Radioshack, bought the damn thing, and came back. Finally, I was able to connect my new plaything! One of the first games I played was Driver: You Are The Wheelman, a racing game which has the player filling the shoes of undercover cop Tanner, as he infiltrates criminal gangs by pretending to be a hot-shot getaway driver. The game featured the recreation of four American cities as its playing environment, one of which was my very own Miami, Florida. I recall being taken aback by one of the graphical effects in the game, the sun shining down on the lustrous hood of the Mustang look-alike that Tanner drives throughout the game. It was so unfathomable to me, back then, that a game could look and feel so real … nowadays, it’s the norm.

I have other tales of my appreciation of technology – my most outward being the time I cried when my parents set aside what little money they could and bought me an iPhone 3GS, complete with Apple earphones and an Otterbox case – but I think the point’s been driven home, away and home again. It irks me when people dismiss technology they own as being crap when it’s compared to something newer. I’ve spent a lot of time, for example, figuring out how to retrofit older technologies to fit modern standards. The very computer I’m writing this on is a ten-year old Dell PowerEdge server, which, as per the nature of technological progress and as per the very dogma of the company who manufactured, should be considered “obsolete” by now. But how could I consider it obsolete, when it’s accomplishing the very task I need it to accomplish – typing this journal entry?

Granted, some things do need to be thrown away or recycled for building materials (a computer any older than this Dell, for example, might cringe at the thought of having to run a word processor) but in my experience, people do so sooner than later, and it’s wrong. Always, always, always be willing to give your old technology, or someone else’s old technology, a second chance.



It might just work out.
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