Keepin It Rural!

J-Dids,
Here is a Little Story about Last Friday: I was happily jaunting around campus, pretty proud of myself for making it to school for the first time since Monday when I started to approach quad and heard a slight ruckus goin' down. I saw fences and could hear the sounds of laughter and chainsaws...I was suddenly elated with the prospect of beer gardens; exactly what I needed to get rid of my hangover from the previous night’s debauchery! But as I got closer I realized it was actually the Faculty of Forestry's "Logger Days" where they show off the wicked axe throwing and chainsaw skills that they have been diligently practicing all year. There were no nunchucks but i was still mildly impressed. I stopped to watch the manly men for a while as a sad realization crept into my head: This is occurring on a university campus, a place that used to represent liberal ideals and intellectual thought. In the 60's campuses were ground zero for social change and revolts and demonstrations. They were a place to experiment with drugs and discover your sexuality, at least that's what TV and movies have lead me to believe. Now any ass-clown, myself included, can get into Uni and most of us just apathetically drift through our education, taking the path of least resistance, focusing only on our upcoming weekend of liminal release, (FYI that means getting drunk and having sex.)

I briefly frowned inwardly at the thought of the excitement of the past that I had missed out on; I would have made an excellent hippy with all the free-love goin' around and whatnot. I shook off the thought by sighing and thinking "yep, I live in Alberta" and then walked over to CAB so i could get into the 90 person line-up for Tim Hortons like the stupid drone that I am.

I am not sure what point I am trying to get at. At first i thought I would just write a humorous blog about chainsaws and make a lot of lumberjack jokes. I seem to surprise myself in that every time I write I start out to say something and end up saying something completely different. Something I didn’t even realize I felt so strongly about usually comes bubbling out. I guess I am just recognizing my lack of and need for more self reflection? It’s hard to have a real thought these days with all the deadlines and drama, let alone give myself time to really get a good ponder on. And when I do catch on to a potentially worthwhile thought I normally have to get to class, catch up on studying, or write someone a text….and if that pesky thought is STILL floating around after that I usually just shove my headphones in my ears and drown it out before I really give myself the time to work it through. It makes me think back to my Hideous Soc of Youth class last semester. It is kind of true that University is sometimes just a…muzzle on critical thinking? Which is ridiculous since it’s supposed to be a place where the thinkers go. Not that I’m saying ppl that go to post secondary are smarter or thinkers or anything special. I try really hard not to hold preconceived notions about ppls intelligence based on stupid stuff like that, (i.e. I try not to be an “academic snob”) but maybe despite that I still am. It COULD be proposed that Uni is just a device to teach the smart people to stand in line and lust for future salaries. I really just don’t have time to give a shit…about anything! (other than myself of course haha!) I am aware of how ignorant I am but Im also probably so ignorant that I am ignorant about my ignorance. There are a lot of things I support and believe in and am against and have an opinion on…I think? I guess I have slight ideas of them, I just have never really had the time (nor made the effort) to actually think about it enough to make a decision. It is sometimes pretty difficult to keep anything in my head other than if im having a bad hair day and what my day’s running calorie count is at haha. At certain times I feel like my brain is on autopilot: “Work, Friends, Party, School, Party, Boyfriend, Rinse, Repeat.” Not that Im complaining. I love my life, but sometimes I get scared I am missing a shit-ton of what life really is supposed to be. So yea, I guess there’s something to be said for “false consciousness” and all that jazz…but most of the time I’m too busy telling lazy hippies to shut the eff up and start contributing to Alberta’s economy to give it much thought HaHa!

But anyways, I leave U wit a Pic of a Lumberjack because really, when else will I ever have a valid reason to google the word "lumberjack?" haha :)

Thugs & Kisses, Lin-Diz