If only they had shown these at career day in grade 9. I may have been saved from current reality.

If I’d only known. Damn it.

This is my open letter to the City of Boston, MA.

I recently had the pleasure of your company, and I am in love. So much so, that I think I may leave my current home just to be with you.

I love you because you’re full of great things, but not pretentious about your greatness. ~cough DC cough~ I love you because you don’t grand stand, you’re just being you.

You make Dunkin Donuts gourmet. You’ve turned the English language into a signature move. And we, the visitor love that you think we’re the ones with the accent.

Boston, you are a gem. Stay frosty and we’ll see you soon.

And now for the second installment of: “I’m afraid for my future”

For this I turn to the recent events at the Discovery Chanel building in Washington DC.

As most of you know, a gunman entered the building, took some hostages, made some demands and ended up dead.

I’m not going to point out the stupidity of the hostage taker. This is obviously too easy. Hello fish in a barrel.

I want to talk about the lack of critical thinking on part of the twitter universe. Twitter was the first source of information and for the hours of the event, continued to be the main source of information – and not all of it was good. I’m not bashing social media. I heart social media. I’m making a living studying it. But what makes me nervous about social media, is the lack of checks and balances. Anyone can blog and anyone can tweet. There is also no standard of professional integrity that comes with it. We can, and we do, say whatever we want. Why? Because we can without consequence. When it comes to movie reviews, this isn’t a bad thing, but when it comes to the safety and liveilhood of others – this is dangerous.

It first broke on twitter that the gunman had a manifesto of sorts. CLICK HERE to read it in full. From this, we could all see just what this crazy person wanted.

This is my crude summary of his rant: 1) Procreation means increased pollution. Babies = bad. 2) Solve military mechanized war. 3)Immigration and anchor babies = pollution and bad. 4) Global warming = bad. 5) Darwin = good. 6) US economy = bad. 7) Solve homelessness and unemployment.

What held so much promise here, is that the Twitterverse would be able to access this information and better understand what was at root in the situation. Um, in some cases yes. But it quickly went down hill.

The first tweet I read that scared me was from someone called MrNoface. Like that wasn’t a clue. According to his tweets, the gunman was confirmed as being Canadian. He then followed it up by telling all Canadian’s to get out of the US.

Um, excuse me. Would a Canadian immigrant really advocate for the end of immigration? Would they call all immigrants filth? (For a refresher see above. Remember that this was all over the place for everyone to read.) If he had just stopped to think about it for a second, he would have realized the stupidity in his tweet. I took the opportunity to ask him these things and he admitted that his information was wrong, yet he never tweeted that, it was never corrected. And for the people who picked up on it, they spent the rest of the day thinking Canadians are crazed gunman. Awesome. The speed of twitter allows the user to say whatever they want, no thought, just 140 characters.

The next scary twitter moment came when someone from inside the Discovery Building used their phone to take a picture of a man holding a gun outside. They proceeded to tweet it out as a shot of the hostage taker. Within seconds it was all over the world. And again, no one stopped to think about this for a second. For the sake of argument, let’s run the scenario:

You’re in your office and you’ve been told to stay where you are because there is an emergency situation in the lobby. You decide to get out your phone to call loved ones and tell them it’s hitting the fan and you love them. Then, as you look outside you see a man, in street clothes, packing a sniper riffle and a radio. Yes, that must be the gunman, so you take a picture, tweet it and feel like you are the best, smartest and most greatest person in the world. Now you pat yourself on the back.

So now the twitterverse is retweeting this picture. This IS the gunman. This clearly seen man must be crazy and we have it on digital file. ReTweet ReTweet ReTweet.

Well, congratulations twitterverse, you’ve ruined his life.

If we run the scenario one more time, this time with some critical thinking, we can see just why, we ruined this man’s life.

So you’re in your office. You’re told to stay put because there is a dangerous situation happening in the lobby. You grab your phone to call your loved ones and tell them, your going to be here a while and you love them. As you look outside, you see a man in street clothes with a sniper riffle and a radio. You STOP, you THINK. If you’ve been notified that the situation is in progress, then most likely the gunman is ALREADY in the lobby and someone has ALREADY called the police. So MAYBE the man outside is, NOT the gunman but a SWAT team member there to save you from the crazy man ALREADY inside the building. So instead of taking his picture you stop and think, I’m lucky to be safely in the hands of the highly trained police, I should just sit down and stay calm. And if you’re really good at critical thinking you also quickly realize that a crazed gunman wouldn’t be approaching the building already packing a gun and radio when the police have already closed off the building and surrounding streets. I’m thinking a guy skulking around with a gun might have been apprehended long before he got close enough for you take that picture.

BUT, that’s not the scenario that played out. And now, this mans life is changed forever. I would imagine his job requires an amount of anonymity that you just stripped from him. Good work everyone. Eventually people retracted what was said. But as I scanned the feed I realized that you can’t un-ring the twitter bell. Good work twitter, way to put your head in the game.

There are some fantastic benefits to social media. It does some great things. But it also does harm. Harm by the hands of those who have the technology but not the critical thinking skills that go along with it’s proper use. And this, is the slippery slop that we’re on.

I’m afraid for the future.

Critical thinking is dead, or at least it’s on feeding tube style life support.

Why do I think this? Because I’ve watched it die a slow, painful, gurgling death.

We live in one of the coolest cities in the world. We live in a place that is supposed to be full of innovation, global power and decision making. And yet recently, it was over run by a lack of thought, a lack of consideration and all out stupidity.

Case in point #1: Resorting Honor Rally.

I know I’m late for the party on this one, but I wanted to think really hard about what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. You see, this is the first step in critical thinking….THINKING.

Connor and I decided to attend the “rally” for two reasons; 1) This was a unique experience we wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else, and 2) We needed to see for ourselves if what we heard was true.

Leading up to the event, we decided it would be smart to know what exactly we were in for. First step was to look at the Restoring Honor website. And from there we learned that this was going to be a “non-political event that pays tribute to America’s service personnel and other upstanding citizens who embody our nation’s founding principles of integrity, truth and honor.”

Um, okay that doesn’t really say much, if anything at all. Integrity, Truth and Honor are great things, but what exactly would that mean to the people at the rally? To make things even more difficult here is another piece of information from the website: “Our freedom is possible only if we remain virtuous. Help us restore the values that founded this great nation.” Virtuous? And if you need to restore the values that founded the nation, you’re also saying their gone – where did they go exactly?

Still confused about what was actually the point to this all, we turned to the blogs, the people who supported this event. And here are some little pieces of advice from people who were there to “restore honour”. (and yes, I added that U on purpose)

From the Maine Re-Founders/Tea Party website, about attending the rally (my translations and comments will be in brackets):

Safety and Mores

DC’s population includes refugees from every country, as the families of embassy staffs of third world countries tend to stay in DC whenever a revolution in their homeland means that anyone in their family would be in danger if they went back. Most taxi drivers and many waiters/waitresses (especially in local coffee shops like the Bread and Chocolate chain) are immigrants, frequently from east Africa or Arab countries. As a rule, African immigrants do not like for you to assume they are African Americans and especially do not like for you to guess they are from a neighboring country (e.g. Eritrea, Ethiopia, Somalia) with whom they may have political or military tensions. It’s rare to meet anyone who gets really offended, but you can still be aware of the issue.

(Beware, people who are not JUST like you might be there. Don’t run, don’t make any sudden movements and for the good Lord’s sake…don’t engage them in conversation. Oh and I’m curious, what about asking a Russian immigrant if their Ukrainian? Is that okay?)

Many parts of DC are safe beyond the areas I will list here, but why chance it if you don’t know where you are?

If you are on the subway stay on the Red line between Union Station and Shady Grove, Maryland. If you are on the Blue or Orange line do not go past Eastern Market (Capitol Hill) toward the Potomac Avenue stop and beyond; stay in NW DC and points in Virginia. Do not use the Green line or the Yellow line. These rules are even more important at night. There is of course nothing wrong with many other areas; but you don’t know where you are, so you should not explore them.

(Um, just for the record, the yellow line goes to many of the same places as the blue line. So on the one hand, thank you for the tip because we didn’t have to fight to get on the train. It was a real pleasure to watch the train behind us pull up packed to the rim with people who were too afraid to take the same stops just on a different coloured train. Ooppss there I go again adding a U to words. I’d also like to know why you shouldn’t explore new things, would that be because you might just find out that it’s not a scary world or is it because you haven’t been able to profile every street for it’s suitability. Why are you so afraid of your own shadow?)

If on foot or in a cab or bus, stay in Bethesda, Arlington (preferably north Arlington), Crystal City, Falls Church, Annandale, or Alexandria, or in DC only in northwest DC west …

(Okay let me stop there. What exactly is wrong with south Arlington? And where exactly is the dividing line between north and south? I live in what you might refer to as south Arlington and I just can’t see what’s so scary about me. Actually you’re right, there is no telling what an educated graduate student will do to you. And heaven forbid you might run into someone who doesn’t look JUST like you. My bad, this is good advice.)

If any of what was said above doesn’t scare you, this just might. From the Restoring Honor Facebook page, I give you excerpts from Becky Todiza’s genius musings on “leftists”:

I am NOT one to “alarm” people by any means. I cant stand those that try to scare others from attending any of these types of event but people should be aware of what will happen at these events.

There WILL be lots of leftists/progressives, activists, socialists, unions, environmentalists, feminists, code pink, and all other Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin haters at this rally.

(Note to self: apparently there is an alarm to sound and apparently leftists are the problem. Is Code Pink a euphemism for people with personal hygiene and great taste in shoes? Why would anyone be afraid of a group of women who don’t like war?)

They will have signs and be yelling things that arent very nice. It’s what the hate of the left does.Try not to take it too personally and by ALL means DO NOT REACT to them. It’s exactly what they want.

(I’m confused here, because the people we saw yelling “not very nice” things, were in fact the rally supporters. One women even looked at a protester – who stood there silently with a sign – and yelled for everyone else to kick his ass. Becky, I think that supports also have ‘the hate’.)

If you see a good hearted Patriot being filmed and questioned…..kindly mention to them that they are probably being filmed by leftists. Ive seen them act all innocent and ask people questions, filming them…and then walk away laughing and mocking them. DONT think it wont happen.

(Last time I checked, camera equipment didn’t have a political philosophy. EVERYONE there had a camera of some sort, it’s the age of digital photography. If you don’t want to be filmed saying something you’ll regret, don’t stand there in the first place and don’t assume that everyone with a camera is out to get you.)

We learned a lot that weekend. We learned that a substantial amount of people are afraid of the “other”. And the scary thing is that there was a large group of American’s that didn’t understand the terms they used to describe their own President. (Click here for some of the best examples.) They think he’s a racists and a bigot when in fact their the ones afraid of immigrants and alternative lifestyles. Most people we saw also believed that the term socialism is synonymous with dictatorship. A quick google search will tell you that’s not true, but that would involve taking a moment to think it it out.

The people we met were afraid of their own shadow. They hate what they don’t know and they don’t know anything but their own up bringing and race. As one of my god friends asked: “Exactly when was the US at it’s full capacity of honor and virtuousness? Because then we’d know what we were striving for” This whole event seemed to me to be nothing but an ego trip for Beck and Palin. It was meant to show just how many people they can influence and to show what kind of power they have over a flock of misguided, uniformed sheep. There was no restoring honour there, they were just restoring their bank accounts and egos.

I’m a little scared for the future.

And by Big Top I mean SXSW. It’s the Barnum and Bailey for nerds and we want to go to the show.

This year we decided to compile some seriously cool people and propose a panel. A panel we cleverly named: Are You There Social Media? It’s Me Conflict. Like I said, we’re geniuses.

We’re going to combine the brains of diverse individuals to look at the role of social media in conflict. In looking at social media’s effect on a world in conflict, we see what it means to pair embargoes and blogs, corruption and SIM cards, and the importance of knowing how conflict-related trending topics are replaced by Michael Jackson and Lindsay Lohan.

We really want you to think a little more closely about your phone and the power of it’s apps. And more importantly, we really want your vote. Actually, I’m begging for your vote.

PLEASE VOTE FOR US, because we’re a special kind of awesome.

Here’s the link, register and vote. It matters. And maybe one day, when we’re all famous, we will remember you voted for us. Probably not, but it’s worth thinking it might happen.

I’m afraid of states that being with the letter A. They creep me out, they give me the heebeegeebee’s and frankly I think I’m going to avoid them altogether.

Why? Well, let me explain:

Alaska:

Two words, one person: Sarah Palin. Even saying the name gives me the shudders. If her cheesy jokes and contrived persona weren’t enough, she’s admitted to jumping the border and using the Canadian health care system for free. NOT cool, we pay a lot of taxes for that freeby – I think we should send her a bill.

Image from this guy.

Arizona:

The hate people. As a non-resident alien in the US I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to live in Arizona. And the more I think about it, the worse it gets. You see, the chances that I’d get stopped and asked for my immigration papers is next to nothing. Why? Because I don’t look like an immigrant. And let’s be honest,  it’s because I’m a white female with no decipherable accent – at least until you ask me to say things like Z(ed) and about. So what about everyone else? Not just legal immigrants, but natural born US citizens that may “appear” illegal and get stopped. I can see this policy getting out of hand and become what I call the “Arizona witch hunt for outsiders” I’m afraid of Arizona.

Alabama:

I’m afraid of Alabama for one simple reason – this guy.

He scares the daylights out of me. Not only does his horse give you the evil eye, but he randomly produces a shot gun, and he says things like “dummy” and “give a rip”. Maybe it’s that I don’t understand the concept of the right to carry guns, but what does a shot gun have to with the politics of agriculture? Is he going to shoot at crops that aren’t doing well? Run little stock of wheat, he’s after you. And what is the point of the horse? If you disagree with him, is he going to send his horse to intimidate you with that stink eye? I’m officially afraid of all horses from Alabama.

Oh and since he is concerned that “illegals are being bussed in by the thousands” to work on farms, I offer him THIS by the United Farm Workers. And please don’t forget to pay close attention to the warning marked by the Astrix under the sign up button.

Arkansas:

Okay so I’m not really scared of Arkansas – just confused. It’s pronounced RKansaw but it’s spelt RKansas. Confused.

Connor found this novel link that assesses you’re writing, and tells you who are most analogues to.

So I tried it. And in the spirit of the experiment I tested my personal writing and my academic writing. I apparently have a personality disorder like none other.

When it comes to my blogging/personal writing, I am most similar to Douglas Adam. This makes sense, because anyone who can think up the greatness that is “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” must be as genius as I am!

Here’s the link for that: HERE

The most disturbing discovery was that my academic writing most closely resembles that of the one and only Stephen King. Ha. Awesome. I wonder what the psych majors would think of this little experiment?

Here’s the link for that: HERE

I’ve been told, by many people, that my fear of cats is simply irrational.

Ya um, NO IT’S NOT.

Most people look at the little balls of fur and think, oh their harmless, and cute and they chase yarn balls. Is that the criteria to determine crazy? Seriously people, think about it. There is nothing cute or awesome about a creature that hides in the dark, lurks around the house and has an attitude problem.

If you don’t believe me, I have illustrated proof on why you’re cat is actually trying to kill you:

Click HERE

Go on. Read it. And then tell me you still think I’m crazy.

You may have noticed that there is this little moving picture on the bottom left side of the blog. This, is made possible by Robo.to. A fun little application that lets you take little snippets of yourself and express your feelings. It’s like Twitter but with pictures and far less rules.

My goal is to make a new clip everyday for a year. I have no idea when in the day I will do this, but as long as I do it before midnight I’ll count it as done.

So why am I doing this? Because it sounds fun and it sounds like a lot less work than most of those other ’365 days’ type lists. So wish me luck and please refrain from judging the state of my appearance – I’m a grad student who lives and works from home – it’s not my fault.

I’m a firm believer in theme songs. There really is no better way to deal with life’s up’s and down’s than to turn on your theme song and dance like a hippie with tourette’s.

At the Turner household, we hold our theme songs near and dear. And that is why I am sharing the 2010 theme song list with you. You can judge, I don’t care. Because by the end of this post you’re going to be on your iTunes blasting that horrid song you love so much and dancing your ass off.

December 2009: Journey, Don’t Stop Believing.

Now this is an epic song. Not only is it an essential of driving in the prairies, it is also the song that our entire wedding party sang at the top of their lungs while twirling each other around the dance floor.

January 2010: Imogen Heep, Hide and Seek.

This makes sense in context of quitting your job, selling your car, leaving your home, saying good bye to your friends and family and moving your entire life (husband included) to a foreign country all because you got a letter saying: You’ve been accepted, give us your money and soul.

February 2010: The Beatles, Helter Skelter

Really people, you all need to relax. Snow is not going to kill you and the world is not over. Snowmageddon in DC was possibly the funniest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. It was like dinner and movie watching people attempt to drive and to shovel their drive ways – lift with the knees people WITH THE KNEES.

March 2010: Korn, Coming Undone

This became MY theme song simply because listening to it makes me feel a little twitchy and wound up. Which I think makes the perfect mix to get motivated to kick some mid-term ass. Oh, and Connor moved here finally and I needed to remind him that we have opposite tastes in music. Just a little perk of being married – annoying your spouse with iTunes and the volume button.

April 2010: Adrian Champion, Bombs Over Baghdad Orchids

There was absolutely no reason for this song. Connor found it. Loved it. And then listened to it relentlessly.

May 2010: OneRepulic, All the Right Moves

Something about this song caught our attention. I think it was that May almost kicked our asses. Massive life decisions, big risks and a little too much unknown. This song helped us remember that it’s all one big carnival ride and our friends and family are the carnies reminding us to buckle in and don’t puke!

June 2010: Jay-Z feat Alicia Keys, Empire State of Mind.

This song was perfect for the start of summer. We’ve never experienced heat like this, crowds like this, and suddenly we experienced the urge to push tourists who stand to the left on escalators. We’re almost badass.

July 2010: Adam Lambert, Whataya Want From Me.

24 hours is all it takes to turn the world on end. The speed that life changes for us is unreal and often nauseating. I had a dream one night and throughout the entire dream sequence, Adam sang this song in the shadows. It seems all to fitting right now.

August 2010: Unknown

But I’ll let you know when we find one.