What the hell is up with my neighborhood part III.
I was walking through Jackson Park this afternoon around 2:30. I was doing a little birdwatching. It is Spring migration, after all, and Jackson Park is one of the best spots. I was just about to enter the area called the "Rose Garden." I put that in quotes because I don't think there's been a single rose in there since the 1892.
Anyway, I'm about to go in, but I stopped to look at a crow (which are beautiful, intelligent, and horribly maligned birds) and I saw a group of guys walking about 15 feet away on the path. One of them yelled "Yo, white boy! You better watch your ass..." He yelled a lot more, but I couldn't understand him. I just went into the Rose garden where I saw some field sparrows. What the shit did I do to deserve that?
It's weird because I'm not a boy, and I definitely don't think of whiteness as my defining characteristic. Then I had to stop and probe my own conscience. Do I think of blackness whenever I see a black person? Something that bears thinking about.
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I hate it when I log in and notice that my friend's list has shrunk, apparently by two people this time around. Now I have to try and figure out who it was.
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I just got 6 or 7 rolls of film developed, spanning the last 4 years. I'll have to post some of the better ones soon.
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Oh, and pity SignalNoise. He's my neighbor in this hell-in-a-hand-basket neighborhood.
I was walking through Jackson Park this afternoon around 2:30. I was doing a little birdwatching. It is Spring migration, after all, and Jackson Park is one of the best spots. I was just about to enter the area called the "Rose Garden." I put that in quotes because I don't think there's been a single rose in there since the 1892.
Anyway, I'm about to go in, but I stopped to look at a crow (which are beautiful, intelligent, and horribly maligned birds) and I saw a group of guys walking about 15 feet away on the path. One of them yelled "Yo, white boy! You better watch your ass..." He yelled a lot more, but I couldn't understand him. I just went into the Rose garden where I saw some field sparrows. What the shit did I do to deserve that?
It's weird because I'm not a boy, and I definitely don't think of whiteness as my defining characteristic. Then I had to stop and probe my own conscience. Do I think of blackness whenever I see a black person? Something that bears thinking about.
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I hate it when I log in and notice that my friend's list has shrunk, apparently by two people this time around. Now I have to try and figure out who it was.
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I just got 6 or 7 rolls of film developed, spanning the last 4 years. I'll have to post some of the better ones soon.
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Oh, and pity SignalNoise. He's my neighbor in this hell-in-a-hand-basket neighborhood.
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so when will you know about your post-doc? i'm not really sure how that whole process works...
>The day after, I woke up with this sinking feeling that I had something to do, or somewhere to be.
I felt the exact same way the morning after I handed in my thesis to my committee. I still haven't made it to the totally relaxed part yet, but hopefully after I defend I can brief a big sigh of relief. But then its right off to the postdoc (I'm such a masochist) ...