News Story: Bush May Oppose Mich. Affirmative Action

Here’s a breif synopsis of an article I read today:

WASHINGTON – President Bush plans to challenge a University of Michigan program that gives preference to minority students, telling the Supreme Court there are better ways to promote diversity, administration officials said Wednesday.

“He seeks ways to encourage diversity and do so in a way that does not rely on either quotes or racial preferences,” Fleischer told reporters. “Quotas and racial preferences do not serve to lift up our country and to help the average American. Instead they have a tendency to divide people, to separate people who are deemed to be worthy of something and have it taken away from them not on the basis of merit.”

Senate Democratic leader Tom Daschle called it “a watershed moment for the administration. They have to decide whether they’re for civil rights and diversity or not.”

Rep. Richard Gephardt of Missouri, a graduate of the University of Michigan law school who says he’ll seek the Democratic presidential nomination in 2004, said he planned to file a brief in support of the university’s program. “I believe affirmative action is an essential tool in expanding educational opportunities to minorities,” he said.

Fleischer vehemently disagreed that an administration brief challenging the university’s affirmative action program would define Bush as an opponent of civil rights.

“When people view people who have different opinions on the basis of principle as being oppose to civil rights – that’s excessive,” he said.

/~*~*~\

I dislike affirmative action greatly. It’s like trying to stop a faucet by putting a cork in the spigot instead of turning it off.

It almost disgusts me when Daschle calls this “a watershed moment”. I certainly don’t decarly myself to be strongly politically afilliated with any party (my voting record will show I am a republican, and I suppose that if I had to make a choice, I’d be republican… the political quiz by the libertarian party targets me as a borderline Centrist/Libertarian), but I complete support what president Bush is doing. Being “color blind”, as far as I knew worked both ways. To be, this action is destructive on two fronts:

A) It bars people who are completely capable of entering law school on their on merits on the sole basis of their skin, because they’re the majority. This is reverse discrimination, and as bad as discrimination.

B) Although not intentioned (this, like many other government programs, is good intentioned, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions…), it is send a message to minorities that because of the color of your skin, you are permitted to be subpar and will be able to enter a school where you probably will have an incredibly difficult time.

Now, I’m not racist at all. All I’m saying is when it comes time for me to go under the knife, I’d rather have a doctor that got there because he/she has the credentials to get there than the doctor who got there because the government said he/she had been disadvantaged.

For all the paper – green and white – that has been wasted in the issue, I feel it could have been much better spent by taking care of the schools in the neighborhoods these kids are coming from and rebuild the schools. Stop giving people fish, America, give them the poles.

Advertisements

Freewrite…

I was going back through some old school stuff and found a poem I wrote for Poetry. I like this one, and thought I’d share. I have another that needs some work, but I’d like to share it too.

ps: Does anyone know how to properly format indents? This poem doesn’t make nearly as much sense when there’s no tabs 😦 Hopefully, by spacing it out like I have, it makes more sense.

Freewrite
by: adam anderson

I don’t dare start thinking in the morning what I’ll do wrong this evening
I do too little right to start the day so melancholy.

I don’t dare start thinking in the morning what I’ll do wrong this evening,
If I dwelled in those few minutes on

Each person I’ve angered,
All the expectations I’ve fallen short of,
The times I through I was right and was wrong,

I’d pull my covers back up over my head.

I don’t dare start thinking in the morning what I’ll do wrong this evening
I hope too much that the world would forget the old me and I’d be

The man I’ve wanted to be,
The nice guy,
The gentleman,
The one that does everything right,
That person who does everything with such clarity,
The man who is so elusive.

That being the case, everyone still knows who does things so perfectly.

I don’t dare start thinking in the morning what I’ll do wrong this evening,
Because there is an afternoon full of

The right things I did,
The doors I opened for others,
The fruits of my labor,
Being amid the love of my friends,
Me being me and liking me for me.

I would lose if I spent all my time with my head under covers.

I don’t dare start thinking in the morning what I’ll do wrong this evening,
I’m learning, slowly, I might do enough good to make the world bright.

Nu Thang…

Well, I started off last night writing a new entry with the full intention of putting it up today, and *poof*… ’tis gone. But, something just popped into my mind.

I get very, very upset when I feel like people prioritize relationships. I realize that’s vauge, but I’m going to try to elaborate as I go on.

We’re all guilty of it at one time or another, intentionally or not, but I’m hurt greatly when someone who I know will at one moment be willing to spend great periods of time with me, but then, without notice, it seems what was 30 minutes of conversation is brought down to a very quick “oh, that’s nice, see you”. And believe me, I’m not talking about this happenening once or twice, but consistently. We all get busy; I understand that as good as the next guy, but I’ve worked very hard at making people my first priority behind God. If you have a problem, I’m going to do everything I can to help in that time of need, regardless of what’s going on. The biggest thing my grandfather has taught me, by his words and by his actions, is when someone is talking to you, they are the most important thing in your life at that moment. I’m certainly not perfect… not by a long shot… but this certainly is my goal at all times. And you know, I don’t think it takes much. I’d personally be happy if each time someone talked to me, just asked me how my day was. Send me an email and say “how’s your family?”. Being kind isn’t the big stuff; being a child of God and showing His love isn’t always turning half a country to Christ… what it always is in both cases is shaking a hand, smiling, hugging, and being genuinely interested.

Anyway, that’s enough of that 🙂

I think every few entries I’m going to add a poem. It’s been awhile since I’ve written any poetry, and I feel like I want to go back and try again. Lately, I’ve just had this desire to write something of substance; write something that if it were good enough get published. That’s one of my life goals, you see. Write a book that’s published. Anyway, I’m putting a poem down by ee cummings, because I’d have to say he represents a lot of how I interpret myself. He understands and conforms to the overlying principles (you know he’s writing poems), yet looking at it, it doesn’t always make sense – on occasion it’s dijointed, and just leaves at points. But in the end it always makes sense to someone who’s willing to take the time to read it. His poetry looks very much slapshod and thrown together, but he actually spent a lot of time figuring things out… used multiple revisions.

Actually, that’s probably a good summary of people on the whole.

pity this busy monster

pity this busy monster,manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim(death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
– electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
———————-A world of made
is not a world of born – pity poor flesh

and trees,poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if – listen:there’s a hell
of a good universe next door;let’s go

ps – I found that other update, so it’ll be going on too.

Updiddity…

Word.

First off, as per my last entry, I’ve upped my comments. I’m now I’m up to a grand total of 8 and 8! Wooo! And to my credit, I feel you have to take about 200 days or so off that length, because I really only started using LJ again in June (the 23d, to be exact)… so that makes me somewhere around 203 days of real writing again… though, if you had seen my accounting tests, you’d know counting days isn’t my bag.

…anyway… including this entry and the last one, I have 53, making my average postings 1 every 3.8301886792452830188679245283019 days or something… invert it and you the per day rate, but that’s enough math for me.

/~*~*~\

This Is How We Do It would rank on my top 10 dance songs that will always get me on the floor. Here’s the list, off the top of the head… no particular order:

1. Montel Jordan – This Is How We Do It
2. DMX – Up In Here
3. Nelly – Hot In Herre
4. Dr. Dre and TuPac – California Love (My best memory of the Gala last spring was watching Brad Dutton recite the ENTIRE song… I thought I was the only total white guy that knew rap songs… happily… I found that I was wrong =)
5. Destiny’s Child – Jumpin’ Jumpin’
6. Digital Underground – The Humpty Dance
7. DJ Kool – Let Me Clear My Throat
8. Sir Mix A Lot – Baby Got Back (Can a brother have 1 guilty pleasure?… and besides, there’s a story in that on. Dave Reel, how we miss thee.)
9. Wyclef Jean – Staying Alive Remix
10. House Of Pain – Jump Around

…also, you can always put dc Talk’s “Jesus Is Still Alright”…but how can you put dc Talk and TuPac on the same list? Just can’t. Also, you can include just about Mid-90s dance song “La Bouche, etc”… geez, the more I think about it, the more songs I think you have to include… if any of you have others you like to add, lemme know. Hip Hop Hooray, The Thong Song (regretably… how are you gonna stop dumps like a truck?) Whatta Man, Shoop… man, I just gotta stop. =)

Don’t forget “Love Shack”…

/~*~*~\

Yesterday was nice. I was able to talk to Nancy, and I hadn’t been able to do that for any extended period of time since Lauren was hit. That was the 13th of December or so… suffice it to say it was wonderful to be able to talk to her again. She’s very good at bringing out the conversationalist in me, though there are times when I feel like I’m running my mouth into the ground. However, I feel comfortable around her, and I know that if I’m ever REALLY stupid, she won’t hold it against me…

On the down side, Lindsay invited me to never speak to her again. We’ll just leave that at that.

/~*~*~\

A repeating theme with me I suppose is the fact I can never believe how quick life swings by. I’m done with 3 semesters of COLLEGE! My goodness, I figured I’d still be a sparkie. It’s amazing, too, how God protects youth. All of this stuff with North Korea and Iraq is crazy, and yet today I hear that roughly the same thing happened with North Korea about 10 years ago. How crazy. This world was going crazy and I didn’t care. (I just realized I used “crazy” 3 times… hmmm… you can tell what I think of all of this…) I was in the sandbox chilling with Ryan just getting messy. ‘dose were da good ‘ol days. However, 10 years, 6 girlfriends, 3 skull fratures and 1 pallet expander later, here I am. God’s great. I don’t think I could ever stop saying that.

/~*~*~\

The rest of the week is summed up by taking care of some shopping, taking care of some appointments, and on Friday I recieve my Entered Appretence degree and become a Freemason. So many people have such reservations about Freemasonry, but to be honest, I think a lot of people need something to have reservations about. If it’s not the opposing political party or the en vouge American enemy nouveau, it’s probably Freemasonry… people have to have a standby organization to consider evil, no?

Anyway, I’mma head off, ‘ight? Peace, love, tinkerbells!

Something interesting.

Your Livejournal Analasys

Your Livejournal’s Age

According to the information you provided, your Livejournal was created on 2001-07-15, meaning that your journal has been around for 544 days. What does this mean?

With over a year of LJ experience under your belt, you can safely call yourself an experienced user. If you are still actively using your journal by now, then chances are you are here to stay. You probably don’t add friends nearly as often as you used to, and more than likely have removed a bunch of people that used to be there. Staying in an online community for a year is something of an achievement, you know.

Your Livejournal Friends

Now let’s talk about your friends list. You indicated that you have 10 LJ friends.
This is a decent amount, though still somewhat small. Given the relative age of your journal, this may or may not reflect the list that you will finally end up with. That’s okay, as this sort of list makes for a comfortably small group of friends, probably people that you know well outside of the Livejournal community, people you consider good friends.

You also have been listed as a friend by 7 users.
That’s pretty short. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it all depends on what you want out of Livejournal. There’s a good chance you are quiet, reserved, and maintain a Livejournal for the simple purpose of having a journal for yourself online. You don’t need other people to be seeing what you write, after all.

Finally in this category, you have a friends to friends-of ratio of 1.4285714285714.
This is a relatively high ratio, meaning you add quite a few more people than have added you to their friends list. This may be a sign that you tend to add people fairly randomly to your list, although there is also a good chance that you simply do not advertise your own journal much, and don’t expect too many people to be adding you back.

Your Posting Habits

You have indicated that to date, you have made 51 entries into your Livejournal. This gives us an average post rate of 0.09375 posts per day.
This posting rate indicates that you update your journal less than once per week. You are probably the kind of person that only posts to their journal when something significant or important happens, some kind of pivotal event that you feel like either your friends ought to see or needs to be preserved for posterity. One way or another, you only post when you think it’s really needed.

Your Commenting Habits

According to your information, you have posted 6 comments and have recieved 8 of them over the lifetime of your journal. Let’s see what this information can mean.

First of all, this indicates that you have been getting an average of 0.15686274509804 comments for every Livejournal entry that you make.
This indicates that you get less than 1 comment for every 5 posts that you make. This is a very low number, but it does not necessarily mean your journal goes ignored. There’s a good chance that you simply don’t have many friends on your list, or your friends might prefer to comment to you directly as opposed to on your journal. Either that, or you don’t seek to make interesting posts.

A more fair measure of how many comments you get might be your average number of comments per post per friend, which is 0.015686274509804. This may seem low to you, especially if you have lots of friends.

The final statistic is the ratio of your comments to comments you get. Your ratio is 0.75. The higher the ratio, the more talkative you are compared to your friends, comment-wise.

That’s it for now! Perhaps there was something insightful in this analasys, and perhaps you learned absolutely nothing. Feel free to post your results on your own Livejournal, and invite your friends to take the Livejournal Analasys today!

Old Pictures

Hiya –

Today I had a chance to go through some of the pictures my family has taken over the past few years. It’s one of my favorite things to do, because all of the feelings I had at that time come sweeping back, and it’s just nice to be back in those situations, however breifly. There are a few pictures that make me very happy:

Chautauqua and Wynton Marsalis – My freshman summer, after I was hit with the baseball bat, I had a chance to go to Chautauqua Institution (a Victorian… well, almost upper-class summer camp for people… I guess) to see my trumpet hero, Wynton Marsalis. Anyway, I was front and center for the concert, and with my CD in hand hoping to get his signature. When I came up to the stage to ask one of the guys to get him to sign it, he said “why don’t you just go ahead and come back and get him to sign it yourself?” I was stunned. Here I was, 15 years old and having a chance to MEET MY HERO! It was amazing. He was incredibly friendly, and we had all this conversation. To this day I have that case, always protected, where Wynton said “Always keep on your horn… Wynton Marsalis”. Most people would kinda go “huh?” but to me it was as good as meeting Omar Vizquel. Next on the list: Harry Connick, Jr. =)

Junior Prom – I was Vice President of my class that year, and as a result helped to head the Prom Committee that year. The girl who I had hoped originally to take turned me down (that’s a whole story and a half itself…), and so prayed to find someone else. Luckily, there was a girl by the name of Jen Horst that was free, and she said. Jen was one of the girls at my High School I probably admired the most. She had such a complete dedication to Christ, and had one of the greatest spirits I’ve ever known. Either way, we went together, and had a great time. However, I couldn’t really totally party because I was trying to be sure everything run ship-shape: DJ found his spot, nothing fell and broke or anything, the world didn’t come to an end. Also, on the way out, I hoped to have a chance to hold her hand from the building to the car… maybe (maybe) 100 feet. As soon as I tried, she quickly and effeciently wriggled her hand out of mine… but did place it around my arm. To this day, it makes me smile… I don’t think I’ve ever been so flatly denied… I don’t think any guy has =). It’s made me respect Jen that much more to this date. I keep promising myself I’m going to catch up with her… she’s a year younger than me, so she just finished her first semester and I’d like to know how she did. But, even thinking about it I get this great feeling.

Winter Homecoming, ’01 – My last homecoming, and I wanted to go out to a bang…

I took Linnae Bohar… I had known her sister for a long time, and had gotten to know Linnae during High School. She was attractive, had an irresistable personality, and more than anything was an incredible dancer. She always said I was a good dancer too, but I think she was just being nice. Anyway, I tried to think for a long time what to do for a meal and was coming to dead ends, especially considering that my brother was coming along (his first winter homecoming… we thought it’d be fun to the double date thing… he had a girl who was friends with Linnae, too… so it was cool)… anyway, Ryan and I decided that we’d fool them to think we were going some place fancy, but instead we’d take them back to our house to Filet Mingon, Baked Potato, and Greek Salad and the sounds of Wynton in the background. The parents, of course, were out of the way save for pictures. It went off without a hitch, and as far as I ever knew, the girls liked it. We enjoyed dinner, then danced the night away. It was a great time… although once again I had to make sure everything ran shipshape because I was Student Council President at the time. However, it was a good time.

Senior Prom – I didn’t have to run this one! I decided to get up the nerve to ask Autumn Lotze. She was a girl who I had somewhat of a crush on (how could a guy not? She was a Quaker, recieved a 34 the first time she took the ACTs, and was quite attractive… probably still is, but I haven’t seen her in probably a year). Anyway, she said yes. Then… as if by fate, I get a call informing that I won a scholarship from the Masonic Lodge and that I was requested to attend the award ceremony… on May 15th… the same night of Prom. I called Autumn and told her she was more than welcome to find another date if she wanted to, or she could come with me. She came with me. I was blessed with probably 2 of the best Prom dates a guy could ever ask for, because Autumn was so cool about it. That day, I picked her up, took pictures at her house, went to South Range to get pictures taken there, went to Youngstown to accept the award, listen to some music, eat dinner, and then got to Prom just in time for dancing. We also danced the night away… and just enjoyed ourselves. And she did hold my hand… and it was probably 300 feet to the car that time! We went to an after prom party for a little bit, then I took her home, kissed her politiely on the cheek, and headed home. The next day we went bowling together with her younger sister… and then really didn’t speak to her much after that. I had our official prom picture up in my room for awhile last year, but now it’s put away… I’ll tell you what though… what a good time. And there’s not a lot of girls that I know that’d be willing to do what she did. When the issues came up this semester about Crimson… it kinda reminded me of this situation. I respect her so greatly… I should try to catch up with her too sometime…

Anyway, there’s lots of other pictures too, ones of me just born, ones of my playing with Ryan (which are probably overall my favorities, because we’re both so cute!), ones of me being homecoming crownbearer… being in the spelling bee… etc… but my batteries are dying, so I don’t have enough time to write about them all. Anyway, hope to write more later 🙂

Peace, love, old crusty sailors.

Trustworthy Sayings and Random Ramblings

First off, let me say that I kinda like this song. There’s harmonies that you don’t typically hear in pop songs (esp about 1:00… “baby don’t ignore me” spot), and I think a marching band finally got some cred (c’mon, how often have we been dancing in front of large crowds? =)

Secondly, I decided to sit back a little tonite and watch Snowday on ABC, and the last scene there made me think about relationships these days (my mind drifts to this on occasion…), and how I miss one kiss and one being silly with someone I like. I swear, it seems like relationships these days need to built on entertainment and excitement. It’s like the song “The Simple Life”. Rosemary Clooney does a version of it, and basically, it’s saying that she could have caviar, furs, and a mansion, but the basics are just fine. When talking with my mom today, we got on this subject, and she said “I think the reason lots of marriages fall apart is because people are expecting fireworks… I know my husband is going to work and then is coming home to spend time with me… how much more can I ask for?” Right on, mom. All I want is to sit and watch cars go by with the girl I love. Share a box of crackers while watching a movie. Drink tea on the swinging bench. That’s the stuff of dreams… the simple life.

Third, it makes me happy they’re keeping the new hall open until 1. I promised myself it’s going to be my study spot next year… though I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of people with the same idea. Either way, that building is big enough, we’ll all fit.

Now on to the first part: Towards the end of the Bible, Paul writes to his friends Timothy and Titus. In these, he uses the phrase “this is a trustworthy saying” 5 times and then that’s it. Poof, no mas, lo siento. I thought, saying “self, for all the sayings our boy Paul had, these must be kinda important”… so, I give them to you… all 5 (all NIV, by the by):

1 Timothy 1:15
Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full accpetance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners – of whom I am the worst.

1 Timothy 3:1
Here is a trustworthy saying: If anyone sets his heart on being an overseer, he desires a noble task.

1 Timothy 4:9-10
This is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance (and for this we labor and strive), that we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all men, and especially of those who believe.

2 Timothy 2:11-13
This is a trustworthy saying:

If we died with him
we will also live with him;
If we endure,
we will also regin in him.
If we disown him,
he will also disown us;
If we are faithless,
he will remain faithful,
for he cannot disown himself.

Titus 3:3-8
At one time we too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating one another. But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saves us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life. This is a trustworthy saying.

I especially like the last one, because it’s basically the summary of everything many of us stand for and believe. We lived lives of sin until Christ came over and because He was merciful, saved us and gave us eternal life. I think if there had to be one verse to memorize this year, that has to be it.

Anyway, I’m getting sleepy, so I’m off. Peace, Love, Pilates!