Fri Apr 3 01:28:39 CST 1998
I started the journal back in ... well, sometime between early 1995 and the March of 1997. I'd say sometime during 1996. If memory serves, it ran for more than a year, closer to a year and a half. Put that around late 1995. The web seems awfully young back then.
Originally, the idea was taken from some sites in Hawaii, notably Stacey Hayashi, who had not only a pretty face, but a compelling website with a journal on it. A journal, I observe, that is no longer present. It seems some of the pioneers in the Hawaii crowd, like Stacey, Jay, and Kat have since abandoned their public journal-writing practices. At least with the latter two, I know that part of the equation is busy-body Asian parents, whom I've met from time to time in my life, but have never had to worry over. My Dad's still a hippie!
Anyways, in Marc of 1997, the old journal - hell, my entire website, in it's second or third incarnation, was no more. It, and the entire contents of Dannyland had been wiped out in a hard disk crash. Nowadays I keep some backups. I didn't mind terribly starting over from scratch - regrowth and renewal, but the lack of backups meant that that First Epoch, as I now call it, is gone, probably forever.
The Second Epoch ended just yesterday, as I concluded that the journal could reflect my interest in segmentation - dividing stuff into months and such. This era lasted a year, from the time I brought Dannyland back up with a new hard drive last March. I think, most immediately memorable in this period, is my relationship with Asao. I'd been dating her when the new journal came to take the place of the old one, and I dumped her in July after reluctantly concluding that the way things were just weren't going to make it. I start out with a lot of cocky self-confidence, got shaken up by the whole break-up thing, then hide in pretentious soul-searching, reading Gandhi and all ... I'm feeling much better now, and more honestly richeous, a little bit wiser, and somewhat humbled.
Another thing reflected in the Second Epoch is my growing prowess with Unix. From the start, the journal was indexed by a CGI program, which I revised over Winter Break. It has now been considerably labotomized, to form more a role of that of a museum, because it should no longer be actively used. I've already adapted a few bits of the old code to indexing in the month section here though. In June I return to EnterAct where I will work in a system administration role - a definate change from my old technical support position!
Today, it is the Third Epoch - the perl wizardry can fill in the cracks, ligaments between the bones, but now my concerns are with information structure, hierarchy, and interrelationships between different modes of authoring and different contexts of experiencing the information. I want to structure my journal much as I would want to structure my life ... I'm bringing form in, I hope, something that while it won't give me doctrine or answers, it can at least serve to structure information, and facilitate my understanding and other's understanding of me and my life.
Noble, immaculate goals, spoken so flowerily at 0200h. We shall see what may become of them. Feedback solicited!
To the editor:
I have a simple question that I would like anyone who is pro-Chief to answer. Who are we as Blacks, Whites, Latinos, Asians, etc.... to say whether or not the Chief is a racist mascot/symbol in the eyes of Native Americans? Did any of us grow up on their reservation? Did any of us grow up in their culture? Did any of us grow up in their traditions? Did any of us grow up in their footsteps? If you answered no to any of these questions, then I ask again, who are we as black, whites, Latinos, Asians, etc...., to say whether or not the Chief is a racist mascot/symbol in the eyes of Native Americans?
Jules Murray, Jr.
sophomore in LAS
Daily Illini letters,
3 April, 1998
Interestingly enough, it is the anit-Chief folks who use the word
racist
, so aside from Charlene Teters and all the other Native
Americans who take offense at the Chief, Chief protestors might ask themselves
the same question. Personally, I'm uncomfortable with the catchily short
slogan racist mascot
and think of the Chief more as being
ignorantly offensive ... is black face racist, or just dumb? Same thing. The
intent of the Chief is arguably quite honorable - Chief isn't setting out to
denigrate Native Americans, it simply does because it's really just a bad
idea.
Fri Apr 3 21:08:14 CST 1998
So this weekend is our family celebrating Easter a week early. Some family members are going to be out of town, and Jessy moving to Texas, so ... well, this weekend it is. I hope I don't have damned head-winds driving back and forth this time. they really mess up my fuel efficiency.
Last night I had insomnia. Linda emailed me around 0300h saying she had pink-eye ... we considred driving over to Carle but it seemed impractical .. mainly it was too irritating for her to get to sleep, poor girl, and her voice was getting hoarse. I considered if I couldn't get to sleep I'd give her a call and we could hang out and watch a movie, maybe fall asleep ... conveniently though, I fell asleep by myself. I hope Linda fared well.
At 1700h we had a labsitters meeting. Don explained that there were certain problems rearing their heads, and what he wanted done about them. Me and Toly ate together at Cantina afterwards, a specialty restaurant run through the dorms which is cheaper than Murphy's where we first considered going. You just have to stand in line a long while, which reminded Toly of Russia. It's nice to talk to Toly coz we have plenty of things we disagree upon even though we basically agree on everything ... it's kind of like we're of like mind, only with different semantic conclusions. He tends toward being Libertarian, where I'm just a good, old-fashioned Liberal kinda guy, who sympathizes with Libertarianism, even if I strongly disagree with a lot of it. I love to exchange views with the opposition.
Maureen just dropped by the lab, and I was talking to her for awhile. She just got back from working in a soup kitchen, and she said she was talking to this guy who smelled of beer, and so she wanted to shower. It was nice to talk to her ... I think for both of us. This all hints at some larger stuff I've been working out in my mind, that doesn't/won't quite make it here into the journal.
Thinking too much. I told her I'd be down here working on computer stuff if she wanted to step out later. She said she planned to study - three exams next week!
Still, perhaps I could call her later, maybe invite her out to the Etc. for a little while.
Okay, clearing my thoughts. Time to take a break!
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