The" Addicted to the 'Cause' " Entry
Date: 1.21.04
Climate: the calm before the storm
Eating: an apple
Drinking: water
Feeling: meh.
Listening to: yet another commercial using the optioned work of The Flaming Lips
Watching: I missed the OC damnit.
Reading: Just got You Shall Know our Velocity back;)
I am fairly certain Mat Devine of KH is a racist. Normally I would refrain from bad mouthing people like this on such a silly little community that this blog is, but at this point, its too obvious to ignore any more. And plus...he's an asshole, so why not spread more legitimate reasons why.
a) While we emailed/corresponded last year, it got down to the point where we were discussing why "Racial Profiling" is, well, bad. He didn't really agree. And I've noticed he tends to write things like "stirring Martin Luther King jr. PROPOGANDA"...I don't really know if he feels it appropriate to write such things, as though it isn't important to try to avoid an Eminem like reaction considering that they've sold jack for albums.
But thats all I will say on the matter. I wonder if his lawyer will watch him, since we all know he has a history of putting his foot in his egotistical mouth. Alright, enough of that.
Today was the third day of Union work fun. They moved me from the South to the far West side...And I don't want this to come across racist or sexist, like said "musician" but when a large black man comes tumbling down three flights of stairs, demanding to know what I want, and then telling me to follow him upstairs where the person who I am looking for (they rarely answer the door) is, its scary. Inside, I feel helpless. I am up three flights of stairs, and I can't be guaranteed they're even there. I have to go in though, since most of the people I am looking for are either disabled or are too scared to answer the door themselves, due to the nature of the environment/neighborhoods. We are actually discouraged from standing in the door...so its like, I am not doing my job, according to them, if I don't go in.
Its scary though. I really don't want to be stereotypical but I don't want to get raped. And the hours are so long, from noon to nine with no breaks...I guess they assume driving from neighborhood to neighborhood is a break or something, who knows.
Anyway, I'll be fine. I really do care about their cause, its just hard when they don't. People just don't care...and its hard to make them. Its just not that reassuring when even THEY tell me I should "be careful, cause its dark and late...and why are you out anyway?"
I am not trying to play the damsel in distress card but this is risky. I trust the union though. And I suppose I trust that the stereotypes are more damaging than me actually going into these places and doing my jobs. Its just the police cameras every two blocks that worry me, too. But its safer than the South Side, I guess.
In other news, I picked up two new library books, well, books I wanted to finish before they were due and never got around to it since my wallet had been stolen, again, and with it my library card. Oh well, they're back to me now...it gives me something to do when I get off work at nine and am wide awake while most people are getting ready to go to bed. Yech.
Date: 1.21.04
Climate: the calm before the storm
Eating: an apple
Drinking: water
Feeling: meh.
Listening to: yet another commercial using the optioned work of The Flaming Lips
Watching: I missed the OC damnit.
Reading: Just got You Shall Know our Velocity back;)
I am fairly certain Mat Devine of KH is a racist. Normally I would refrain from bad mouthing people like this on such a silly little community that this blog is, but at this point, its too obvious to ignore any more. And plus...he's an asshole, so why not spread more legitimate reasons why.
a) While we emailed/corresponded last year, it got down to the point where we were discussing why "Racial Profiling" is, well, bad. He didn't really agree. And I've noticed he tends to write things like "stirring Martin Luther King jr. PROPOGANDA"...I don't really know if he feels it appropriate to write such things, as though it isn't important to try to avoid an Eminem like reaction considering that they've sold jack for albums.
But thats all I will say on the matter. I wonder if his lawyer will watch him, since we all know he has a history of putting his foot in his egotistical mouth. Alright, enough of that.
Today was the third day of Union work fun. They moved me from the South to the far West side...And I don't want this to come across racist or sexist, like said "musician" but when a large black man comes tumbling down three flights of stairs, demanding to know what I want, and then telling me to follow him upstairs where the person who I am looking for (they rarely answer the door) is, its scary. Inside, I feel helpless. I am up three flights of stairs, and I can't be guaranteed they're even there. I have to go in though, since most of the people I am looking for are either disabled or are too scared to answer the door themselves, due to the nature of the environment/neighborhoods. We are actually discouraged from standing in the door...so its like, I am not doing my job, according to them, if I don't go in.
Its scary though. I really don't want to be stereotypical but I don't want to get raped. And the hours are so long, from noon to nine with no breaks...I guess they assume driving from neighborhood to neighborhood is a break or something, who knows.
Anyway, I'll be fine. I really do care about their cause, its just hard when they don't. People just don't care...and its hard to make them. Its just not that reassuring when even THEY tell me I should "be careful, cause its dark and late...and why are you out anyway?"
I am not trying to play the damsel in distress card but this is risky. I trust the union though. And I suppose I trust that the stereotypes are more damaging than me actually going into these places and doing my jobs. Its just the police cameras every two blocks that worry me, too. But its safer than the South Side, I guess.
In other news, I picked up two new library books, well, books I wanted to finish before they were due and never got around to it since my wallet had been stolen, again, and with it my library card. Oh well, they're back to me now...it gives me something to do when I get off work at nine and am wide awake while most people are getting ready to go to bed. Yech.