Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Chinese Convenience Food, by Anne Wrobetz

Sandwiches are piled in neat pyramids before me. As students order their food, my hand gravitates straight toward the item without any thought on my part. After all, I made this food, I carted this food upstairs, I unloaded, labeled, wrapped, and stacked this food. I should know where it goes in the cooler.

As much as I like knowing everything about everything in this kiosk, the monotony does get to me sometimes. Every day is the same menu, the same pre-packaged, shelf-stable sides, the same array of carbonated beverages. The variety seemed immense and enticing when I first started working here, but now it’s mind-numbing. If I couldn’t do homework while here, I might not last another shift. It doesn’t help that my Monday night coworker is silent as a rock and apparently not much more intelligent.

The food in the dining halls has lost all flavor. While it’s free and I save loads of money on groceries, I can’t help not enjoying it. I need a change of scenery.

So, with four weeks left in the semester, I’m applying for a research job in China. Yup, little old Anne who’s never been further east than North Dakota could potentially be leaving the country. Fingers crossed.

But in these last few weeks, I need to do something to keep myself from passing out. So I’ve taken to analyzing customer’s behavior. Many customers can be divided into distinct categories: the charmer, the mumbler, the disappointed weeper, the vegan, the calorie-counter, and the indecisive one. Of course, there are subsets of each group, and not everybody fits so easily into these niches. But it’s amazing how the frequenters of the Lickety Split can be subdivided. And it’s amazing how annoying the quirks of each can be.

I must now leave the pen to stock the cooler (something I could do in my sleep, if only my supervisor weren’t here). I will muddle through for the free food and that shining, biweekly paycheck. And who knows? My next shift could be halfway around the world.

Awesomeness on Bread – by guest blogger Jesse Frank

Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich: noun; a cheap, lasting, delicious alternative to dorm food. Well, that might not be the official definition, but it is my definition. Yes, this American staple has been a key meal during my freshman year. It is the perfect pre-workout snack/meal or just a nice break from the monotonous dining hall food. But even with a combo as delicious as PB&J, it can get boring. So during a recent road trip, I decided to infuse some new flavor into this combo. I call it the PBNHS&J sandwich! That’s too confusing, isn’t it? I’ll just call it Awesomeness on Bread!

During my 14-hour car ride from Tucson, AZ to Boulder, CO I became pretty hungry. Not wanting to stop for food (and add increase the drive time), I looked around the backseat for things to eat. I first saw Peanut Butter, Jelly, and Wheat Bread. Thinking that would suffice I made the traditional PB&J sandwich. But then I saw some Nutella, one of my favorite foods/spreads. Obviously I had to add that. Oh, and honey is a delicious addition as well. So I lathered some of that on too. Then, just as I was about to slap the two slices of bread together, I saw some fresh strawberries. Yup, I put those on the sandwich too! Voila! EPIC. SANDWICH. TIME. That was quite possibly the most delicious sandwich I have ever made! Trust me, getting creative with food combinations is important to surviving college. After six months of the same dorm food you have got to spice up meals somehow! Here’s a quick recap of the Awesomeness on Bread sandwich:

Peanut Butter+ Jelly+ Honey + Nutella + Fresh Strawberries + Wheat Bread = AWESOMENESS ON BREAD!

Enjoy your next sandwich!

Where Do I Belong? by guest blogger Jesse Frank

Oh Spring Break, how much I needed you. After a month and a half of copious amounts of schoolwork (it seemed that each time my homework situation was going to peak, more stuff got piled on top), spring break finally arrived. I decided to spend my break with my favorite people on campus: The CU Triathlon Team. We headed down to Lake Havasu City, AZ for a race and then Tucson, AZ for training camp, where I spent every waking moment of the day with my teammates.

It never really hit me how important my teammates are to me until yesterday, when I got back from Arizona. I had been home in my dorm for about 12 hours before I started to feel homesick… about not being with my teammates 24/7. I sat at my desk attempting to do homework, but instead pouted about not being with my teammates and friends.

Coming into college I heard a lot of the “join as many clubs as you can freshman year so you can meet lots of new people” mumbo jumbo from family friends. I listened to the advice but kind of shook it off. Yesterday I finally realized how helpful this advice was; especially as an out of state student attending CU. While I did not join a bazillion clubs/groups, I joined ones important to me: The Tri Club, the hiking club, and the President’s Leadership Class. This gave me just the right amount of groups to meet people but not be overwhelmed, because meeting people in class is not as easy as it was in high school.

These groups contain 98% of my close friends. When I am stressed or when I am just looking for someone to eat with, I look at these groups for companions. So now let me regurgitate the advice given to me: Join as many groups as you can in college that interest you! It makes your college experience a thousand times better. I know without the Tri Team, I would not still be at CU. Why do you think I was so excited when I saw a the Facebook event for a Tri Team get-together not 36 hours after getting back from our Spring Break extravaganza?

You’ve Been Poked: Facebook and Eco’s “Paradox of Freedom” by guest blogger Michael Shirzadian

In his essay “The Precession of Simulacra,” author Jean Baudrillard discusses the way in which simulacra destroy individual identity and mask truth or reality. Baudrillard defines simulacra—or simulation—as “the generation by models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal.” To Baudrillard, simulacra manifest in almost every social construct: television, money, a restaurant, commercials and billboards, an amusement park, etc. Baudrillard argues that contemporary society’s position in technological history renders it especially vulnerable to the inundation of simulacra: a consumer, for example, can access whatever distraction she prefers simply by surfing internet websites, hyperactive malls, etc.

Jameson, in Postmodernism, or, The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism, links simulacra to what Marx originally called “Late Capitalism.” To Jameson and subsequent postmodern philosophers practicing in the Marxian vein, the open-market economy feeds an individual’s longing for meaning with more simulation. The process is cyclic. Baudrillard would agree. Disneyland is “a perfect model of all the entangled orders of simulation [in America],” Baudrillard writes. Baudrillard argues that “this imaginary world is supposed to be what makes the operation successful. But what draws the crowd is undoubtedly the social microcosm, the miniaturized and religious revealing in real America, in its delights and drawbacks.”

Umberto Eco argues that such a society fosters “total passivity,” and creates what postmodern philosophers call the paradox of freedom. The paradox of freedom entails the idea that, at the point that an individual accepts an open-market economy’s simulacra as real, she deludes herself into believing she is free (or that she has finally discovered her true identity) in this simulation, when, on the contrary, she is a prisoner to the simulacra, which, by definition, has no transcendent meaning, no meaning beyond itself.

It is as first difficult to perceive how Facebook lulls its users into total passivity and the paradox of freedom. Facebook enthusiasts argue that the website increases communication with those with whom one could not otherwise associate: high school friends now studying across the country, former professors, etc. Facebook’s 60 million regular uses indeed are able to communicate broadly, across geographical boundaries, fashioning themselves within Facebook’s specific, depersonalized categories: ‘interests’, favorite movies, favorite books, etc.—many of the subjects which face-to-face friends might discuss. Facebook admits its function. The Internet giant calls itself a social networking site or “a social utility that connects you with the people around you.” In some cases Facebook creates new friendships (a friend of a friend reads a ‘note’ post or status update) and in other cases Facebook simply adds another facet to old friendships (“get a Facebook profile so we can keep in touch, so you can see the picture of last night’s party”, etc).

Facebook’s status in contemporary American culture, like Disneyland, has grown to one of almost total recognition. The cover line on Dennis Publishing’s new Facebook magazine evinces as much: “How To Double Your Friends List.” Speaking of Facebook, spokesperson Chris Hughes said, “It’s embedded itself to an extent where it’s hard to get rid of.”

But Facebook functions as another simulation fueled by the open-market economy. In a 2008 article, Tom Hodgkinson writes, “On Facebook, you can be free to be who you want to be, as long as you don’t mind being bombarded by adverts for the world’s biggest brands.” Carol Kruse, Vice President for global interactive marketing in the Coca-Cola Company, said, “with Facebook ads, our brands can become a part of the way users communicate and interact on Facebook.” And indeed it’s true: users, while updating their personal profiles—essentially technological manifestations of themselves, which we’ll address later—are bombarded constantly with images and pop-ups of products new and old.

Alarming still is that Facebook tailors its advertisements to the profile a user provides. If, for example, a Facebook religious status box says “Christian—Baptist,” Facebook will tailor its advertising efforts to that specific demographic. The aforesaid phantom user might enjoy pop-ups from Christian Armory Bookstore or Strong’s New Testament Concordance.

The constant bombardment of a multiplicity of images seems to serve the individual users in that they may now choose from a number of items and advertisements specifically tailored to their interests, affiliations, etc. This system only fuels the simulacra more strongly because individual users are more likely to capitulate: these items apply to ME, they say, adding, in a society in which I feel so small, I should feel honored that a company so individually and personally addresses my material needs. That is to say: users believe they are free, that they have a multiplicity of personal (identity-forming) options from which to choose, when in fact the corporate giants running the company dictate very specifically what a certain set of users will and will not see while using Facebook.

But the paradox of freedom applies even in Facebook’s most basic design. Users employ Facebook’s programming to render a digital manifestation of the self. Although Facebook templates look the same generally (a profile picture in the upper-left corner, religious and political affiliations, interests, books, movies, etc), users are able to input their personal information in text boxes so as to establish a personalized, individualized identity. That users perceive Facebook’s template as media conducive to authentic self-expression and self-representation evinces the more basic fact that Facebook programmers understand the importance of leading users to believe they are in control of both their lives and the way in which others perceive them. Many users spend hours trying to capture the perfect profile picture, or articulate the ideal set of beliefs, interests, books, movies, etc. It’s a game of self-fashioning that even Milton would envy, and Facebook encourages it because it sells. The paradox of freedom sells.

Greetings From Campus Anthill, by Anne Wrobetz

A fly buzzes around my head as I survey the vast array of food in the display case before me. Macaroni salad, triple-decker PB and J’s, saran-wrapped turkey sandwiches are all stacked in cornucopias of highly-processed bounty. I am a kiosk peon, one of the proud workers who make eating all the more convenient for the fine students of CU. Customers arrive in a slow stream, chopping my English reading into incoherent pieces that I will assemble later with Sparknotes. A pot of soup releases menacing amounts of steam behind me, compensating for the stream of cold air to the front. The door to the outside keeps being opened and shut as students go about their dining experience. Like ants, all of them run about Campus Anthill, governed by the thoughts of Queen Bursar. Each has a schedule chunked out according to when the various chambers are staffed by worker ants. My shift is 6-9 pm, and here I sit, clad in the noble black uniform bequeathed to all worker ants. I dole out various crumbs in exchange for the swipe of an ID card. On Campus Anthill, you get three meals a day just for being here.

Schedules are monotonous. Sometimes it really does feel like I’m in a colony of ants, scurrying here and there, lugging loads ten times my own body weight, all in order to please some great unknown Queen Bursar and stay in the anthill. Sometimes I’d like to overthrow Queen Bursar and take over a glamorous new job description. Being a worker ant isn’t all bad, though—I’m paid well enough that I can afford rent at my own personal sleeping chamber and still have enough to buy my way into a private picnic every now and again. Also, being in this cozy, soup-heated kiosk gives me a chance to do my homework (handing out sandwiches is not exactly a thought-consuming process). I even enjoy the monotony of my job sometimes. There’s no homework. The midterms are over such easy subjects as the proper sequence of hand-washing. Best of all, there are no pop quizzes. I can focus on other things while I’m making money. Having a monotonous job is just what this ant wants sometimes.

While I’d love to have an internship in my field, researching bioremediation and biological oxygen depletion, for the time being I’m content where I am. A lot of college students have to work jobs that are not intellectually-stimulating, but I try to focus on the positive aspects of mine. This job gives me a lot of chances to focus on my schoolwork, as well as a tone of free food. When I get really down on the clockwork-like routine of being a worker ant, I just remind myself that soon enough I will be moving out of Campus Anthill to raid bigger and better picnics. Who knows, I could be bigger than Queen Bursar.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Go Outside And See A Movie! By Meagan Flannery

Spring is here, summer is around the corner, and everyone is out enjoying the beautiful weather. Want to enjoy the good weather and still watch awesome movies?

While the drive-ins are pretty much dead in today’s world, many places still offer outdoor cinema showings. For instance, Denver has so many opportunities to watch movies outside. Not only can you enjoy the weather, but you can also enjoy the amazing scene of the city. The Denver Botanical Gardens screens films outdoors, and many of the parks will host various nighttime screenings. You can start planning all your movie outings by visiting this site

However, the most amazing outside location to view films would have to be Red Rocks and their Film on the Rocks summer programming

For those of you who prefer to stay indoors and closer to Boulder, there is the International Film Series. I cannot describe how amazing their line-up is every season (fall and spring). In fact, they are showing academy nominated 127 Hours this Wednesday and Thursday (March 30, 31), so if you happened to miss it, or didn’t want to pay those insane ticket prices at AMC, stop by campus and pay $6 ($5 with student I.D.). Here is their schedule.

I am personally looking forward to seeing Brazil.

I know I have done a blog before about seeing films at alternative venues, but I want to urge you to get into your communities! I promise, it is a completely different experience watching them outside, or with other film lovers. Not to mention, you are paying for the experience, not just the movie. More for your buck.