Salutations!
Those of you who have detailed information about my computing history, will know that I used to own a Macbook. Do not hold that against me when writing this.
These are the various iPhone generations. They are evil! And overrated! (i had one)
A while ago, actually quite a long time ago, I came over a news article which told us about Apple, and how ingenious this freakishly humongous computer-imperialism-badboy company is. First of all, all of us have heard rumors about various iProducts. “The next iPhone which will be released soon will have a fancy new screen! The next generation iPad will have USB ports!”. Well, some of these rumors are leaked discretely by Apple before an upcoming release, so that the product appears over and over again in new articles about new rumored features. Thus, everyone knows about products that will launch, and a false excitement of how wonderful a pretty mediocre product will be, flourishes in our heads (Yes, I have been victim to this).
Well, this is probably old news. But the real doobie (I saw Elaine using this word in one of her entries, and found it enthralling) is that they purposely leave out features of first generation products, so that when the next generation pops out, everyone will want to upgrade to a newer one! First generation iPhone did not include MMS, despite this being a feature that even phones from the 1990s have! If i had been able find the news articles (which was well sourced and had lots of striking examples) that I read this in (intense googling did not help), this entry would be much better.
I want one so badly. But I shall resist, because I know of their evil plan!
Also, a documentary aired on a Norwegian TV channel shows us how under capitalism, products are deliberately made so that they are prone to breaking. In the choice between a sturdy product that lasts and a product that will break down and need repairs, capitalists will go for the latter, because you get to charge extra for insurance and repair expenses, and if that cable breaks you’ll need to buy a new one.
Now, I can’t blame this solely on Apple. They are the victims of a system which rewards those who do exactly what Apple do: find brilliant ways to manipulate the public to sell their overrated, overpriced products that are prone to breaking (if you honestly have not seen a single news article about malfunctioning Apple products, you have never seen a newspaper.)
So Apple, as capitalism itself, is wicked, tricksy, false. They plays evil mindgames on us, precious.
And now that I have vented some frustration,
Peace out, liberty cabbage (which is what Americans called sauerkraut after the Germans crapped their pants and did that whole WW1 thing)
PS. Song recommendation, simply because both the artist and the song be awesome: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBqyEFyGaAM
PPS. How crazy conspiracy theorist am I sounding right now? 😀
PPPS. This entry turned out much longer than i expected. I do apologize, and for those who got through: R.E.S.P.E.C.E.T!
You know how most people think of themselves as uglier than they really are? Well, I think I suffer from the opposite syndrome. I think I’m cute [enough] in real-life and whatnot, but then I’ll see a picture of myself and the only words that come to mind are, “What the fuck?”
Exhibit A:
First of all, I'm the one on the right next to my gorgeous sister. Second of all, yes- I am smoking an invisible doobie.
Here’s the thing, I honestly do not believe I am as fat nor as manly as that picture makes me look. But then again, they do say that a picture never lies…and judging by the fact that I haven’t been truly hit on in, oh, 20 years, I’m beginning to wonder if this is the real me? No no, that’s just depressing.
Maybe I suffer from the lesser-known syndrome of never, ever, being able to take a halfway-decent photo. That would explain it all! Except for the not-having-been-hit-on thing, but that’s beside the point. As Vegard once said, Americans just don’t know awesome when they see it!
And I'm pure awesome! Right?
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After Vegard’s post on why he wants to become a teacher I have felt that I wanted to do a similar post, seeing as I am studying for the same goal. And tonight seems to be the right time for that post.
Why is this such a good time? Maybe because I am currently reading up on school politics for a debate tomorrow. Or maybe because I just chose my major last week. Or maybe both?
When I went to high-school I didn’t have the best of times. My first three years of it I was living in Belgium with my family, and I had some subjects in the norwegian school and some in the american school. I didn’t want to be in Belgium, and the people in Belgium didn’t seem much pleased to have me there either. It was hard, and I didn’t feel like I fitted in. I wasn’t the sweet and cute cheerleader-type of girl, and I wasn’t quite as outspoken as I am now.
I was good in school, but I didn’t want to be there. And the teachers didn’t make it any easier. I wanted a teacher who understood that everything wasn’t all right, but no-one seemed to notice. I went to quite drastic meassures to let it show, and I suffered from periods of depressions.
The third year in Belgium, while in 9th grade, I found somewhere to belong. People who I could concider friends. Things seemed better, but I was still fucked up. I didn’t want to be in class, or in the classroom at all. I did good in classes, but getting up in the morning was hard.
The first couple of years back in Norway were okey. I always did good in school, and I made some friends. But the last year of High School was bad again. I had gone through a lot, I was tired and felt alienated from everything. I didn’t want to go to class. I didn’t want to do anything. I wanted to sleep. I had friends, but I felt alone. I did good in school, and I had my plans and my goals, but I had a teacher who saw that I was struggling with even showing up enough to get my diploma.
This teacher is the reason I didn’t quit. He asked to talk to me, and I told him that I wanted to quit and take a year of, but I knew my parents wouldn’t like it. And he knew that the risk of me never returning to school was big. He helped me through it. He had an open door if I needed to talk, he let me take classes off as long as I did the work. He talked to my other teachers, and thanks to him I got my diploma.
I want to become a teacher to change the way school works. I want to become a teacher to help those who aren’t sure if they’ll make it. I want to become a teacher who isn’t afraid of asking a student what’s wrong, and how I can help.
The school-system is fucked up when teachers see students missing classes and not getting their diplomas without helping them.
The school-system is fucked up when students don’t want to go to school because of the way they’re treated by fellow students and teachers, and no-one does anything to fix it.
And the school-system is fucked up when students in trade-school have to learn Shakespeare, but can’t speak in english about their own profession.
A big problem in Norway is students who quit high-school, never to finish it. Good students who get tired, because the classes aren’t generated to meet their needs.
The teachers are supposed to be there for the students, not the other way around. And thanks to my one teacher who really understood that, I actually finished high-school and am now studying to be a teacher. If I can do that same effort for my students then I will concider my work a success.
Openly yours,
Frida
Hey guys! Just thought I ought to let you know that I’m about to go insane! So that’s fun! What’s new in your world? Anyway, I want to do something with the wallpapers page, and I’m too lazy to try to coerce my host into letting me program that page with python, so for now I just want everyone to send me their wallpapers, and I’ll add them manually. Sound alright? Here, I’ll make it easy for you, just click this!
Also, wanna try something fun? This will let you go batshit and shoot websites to smithereens! Drag it to your bookmarks bar and you can use it anywhere! It’s great for getting out internet aggression, and I recommend using it on the comments on youtube 🙂
Song of the blog: Crazy Bitch
Yours sincerely and forever
Burnie 😀
Christmas is upon us!
I am one of those crazy people who think that christmas doesn’t start when the media, the commercials and the yule tide-catalogues decides it’s time. No, I say that christmas starts when december starts. And my dear friends: December has finally started!
So you must all be wondering: How will I celebrate christmas this year?
Well, first of: My long-lost sister will finally be home again. She lives in London, and I haven’t seen her since this summer, so seeing her again will be great! She will be home for 3 weeks, and I intend to spend as much time with her as possible.
The picture is of my sister and me saying good-bye in the airport. (And yes, I was crying. I always cry, both when meeting her and parting with her…)
I will also try to spend as much time with my friends as possible. Co-author Vegard is coming for a visit, my good friend Mari is also coming home from TenSing Norway, and of course my friends in Bodø are as well a priority, seeing as I will be leaving them in january to start my new life in Tromsø.
And yes, there will be family and food and presents and stuff. I’m even contemplating buying a new dress.
I will have more time to think about christmas and breathing into a bag about moving when my exams are over. I’ve got one down, and two to go. This friday will be my ex.phil (history of philosophy), and next wednesday I have my political theory-exam. But the worst one is over, and public policies and administration can suck it! (I even think I did o.k.)
So in one week I will be partying like the world is coming to an end, because my first year of college will be over, and I will be ready to start my life in Tromsø. I will miss the people in Bodø, though. Seriously!
-Frida