Archive | September, 2015

When Living in the Past Distorts the Past; Or, Why I Study the Victorian Era

26 Sep

What you are about to read is somewhat off topic for the Renaissance Mathematicus, but as I’ve said on a number of occasions I reserve the right to post here what I will, after all it’s my blog. I received an unsolicited email from Jacob Steere-Williams, who is Assistant Professor of History at the College […]


Thé Polka-Dotted Life

26 Sep

what does It mean to live a polka-dotted Life? Well, It means a great deal of contradicting, mutable things all at once.

Firstly, You have to be a gay boy. It doesnt Matter if your a twink, bear, otter, or a fucking Duck billed platypus. The importance here Is in realizing that You only had a 5 to 10 % chance to be born of the gay variété. Even more lucky if your born in a country or family where You can jump out of the closet pretty quickly. And if you are, Well then bravo You lucky bitch !

So since your lucky, enjoy It! This world Is yours! Find a bright red and white polka dot costume and wear It! 

Secondly, make yourself awesome and happy, invest in yourself,

Things People Do For Fun:

25 Sep

•Keep a personal library of books you would like to read/have read/may eventually kindle an interest in reading.

•Use a camera to take a few photos of especially beautiful things/people. Or of a day where you did something with friends. 

•Consider yourself to be a walking curiosity. Your wardrobe should reflect this, enjoy adding to it, and assembling different outfits out of it.

•Your items can be of the following categories: essentials, “treasures”, souvenirs, and occassionals. 

•Folders are great ways of saving important ot interesting papers. Collages are great ways to turn found pièces into art.

• a diary to write in while traveling. A blog to write on. 

•Dont let that phone of yours possess you. Create excitement, dont hunt for It in your Facebook notifications.

Life in the 2010’s

23 Sep

Due to my appreciation of history, I love to think about our contemporary period in relation to past epochs. I especially love jumping to the not too distant 1900’s for comparisons. 

How different are we from 1915, now in 2015? 

And will our 2020’s be a roaring decade of smoky corner clubs, glamorous bejeweled cinéma-stars, and that parloresque Trans-Atlantic accent? 

Will Berlin heat up as a den of decadence, art, and culture like it did in the 1930’s? With the jazz, the drag-queens, and the pioneers of Trans Surgeries? 

I’d certainly like to be in one of those grandes villes when the 2020’s start shakin’ and jumpin’ on our way. 

Theres something about that forlorn elegance that stares back at us from the photos from those times. The begginings of our strange jilt into technological high civilization, with all its damning, wasting maladies. I wonder which of those years the past will catch up to us, and send humans screeching and clawing back into barbarity for thier crimes against nature and thier treason towards empathy. 

But, alas, those photos, whether its a newlywed, a gypsy voyante🔮, a survivor of aome ancient conflict, or a mysterious woman in a red dress…. Their stare is enigmatic. 

Using the Conditional: 

19 Sep

I dont ussually regret. I call it ‘using the conditional’, a term I picked up from a French teacher, it refers to the verb conjugations: wouldve, could’ve etc. “Humans love to worry and obsess over things they can’t control, the past, and impossible wishes”. I don’t do it much but by analysing a mistake I can try to move forward more wisely.

One of my biggest regrets is going to college in my hometown, a small town in Oregon.

I felt stuck by money, circumstance, the daunting prospect of transfering. 

I believe I cheated myself out of the growth of being out from under my parents roof. And did it really save me that much money? College still managed to drain so much of my funds. 

Of course by focusing on the ‘what could have been’, I’m ignoring the countless ways I did grow and memories I shared with people. But I know that the choice to stay & study here caused me to have bouts of depression related to feeling stuck, stagnant, and ‘alone’. 

I made the best of this choice, but why I didn’t think to change it is beyond me. It culminated in me exploding all my energy and funds into a study abroad which luckily I will allow to shape my life henceforth. 

There is only forward, and now. So what can I learn from this ‘mistake’? Well, don’t let the system hold you in place, explore your options and jump out. Dont let past mistakes weigh you down, look at the good, and vow to move past it. 

In a way am I doing the same thing again right now with my fall term at UofO? Maybe… I think I got screwed this whole time by that cursed university, so its hard to think I’m giving them another 10 weeks. One fall season. It feels raw and terrible to have to go back again, but after I win that expensive piece of paper from those fuckers I can go elsewhere. 

This Is What My Fashion Was in 2012/2013

15 Sep


The 2013 Anti-Tar Sands Protests In Solidarity With Indigenous Peoples:

15 Sep

I found photos of a protest I helped organize in my hometown in 2013. I wrote a few lines in this poster that we posted on the corporations funding the tar-sands extraction in Canada.

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