Public Safety Theory: A Deeper Look into Who Gets Ticketed and the Real Reason They Got It (1/25/12)

The school requires all students, faculty, staff, etc. to get parking stickers to put on the front windshield of their vehicle. There’s a little ID code on the sticker and they are color coded. They tell you who you are and what you mean to the school. Your rank. Your identification.

When the student or staff  receives a parking ticket, we assume it is for a traffic violation of some sort; “you don’t belong here, you belong there.” They pinch our skin (ridiculous fines), and send us on our way. But what if it’s something more?

The ticket then doesn’t have something to do with something we do on campus, but rather, what they’ve caught us doing off campus. We see them creeping around town sometimes. Scooting around, late at night, after the show at The Majestic, in neighborhoods, at the drive-thrus. They’ve also got their spies. Residential spies. The little orange ticket is no longer, “you don’t belong here,” it is now, “I know what you’ve been doing.” They’ve got you. They know who you are, where you live, what classes you’re taking. What car you drive. 

Thoughts on Fast Food (12/7/11)

Fast food is a prime example of people's low standards and lack of self respect. Fast food establishments get away with the bare minimum, which is something we have been taught our whole lives is not something to strive for, but something to excel far beyond.

It is a short term high for a longer lasting depression of our population's general health, which ends up fighting against us. Doesn't the short term fix also go against our fathers' wisdom? Give a man a fish, feed him once, teach him how, etc. etc.

"Fast." "Food." We demand immediate attention. Barbaric demand for fuel. This is not something I feel is important to spend time on. Just a general category in which I do not have any regulations on what I put in my body, or blink an eye at what my body actually needs. I obviously do not value the quality of my "nutrition," as I clearly value speed over nutrients. A word I say to my dog when telling him he did well. ("Do not reward yourself with food. You are not a dog"). When a girl is "fast" she is considered a hussy. Spelled backwards is "doof," (say that out loud).

If we all claim to "love" food, why do we so obviously not care about food? Holding it to high standards like we do with music, movies, art, grades, performance, etc.

An example of laziness. Unwilling to even leave the car to pick up your bag of useless, low grade "energy," or even attempt to take the extra steps to make your poorly nutrition life style more active.