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| Snow strike in Walla Walla Leaves Whitman Students Frolicking in Fluffy Goodness The weather in Walla Walla decided to launch a surprise attack on Whitman students with snow. Part of a year-long operation to stun Whitties unawares with copious amounts of unpredictable weather, the spokesperson for the weather said that this initiative was successful - one among the many battles launched in the past academic year.
Success is, of course, gauged by the number of students who went out dancing on Ankeny field, taking a break from their Sunday cram study sessions to revel and frolic in the elements of the natural world. Whitties, notorious for their steadfast dedication to studying and the outdoors, were left with little or no say in the matter of the day chosen for the attack; instead, they resorted to expressing themselves in other creative ways like dancing in the library, idle-gazing-out-the-window- wishing-you-had- done-your-paper-yesterday, and even minor bouts of reminiscing involving beer,dance, and music for a good three hours.
With the attacks getting progressively more erratic and uncertain, the spokesperson for the weather also revealed that it may have a day with "30 minute intervals of sunshine between the breaks in the snow and rain and the gloomy clouds."
Walla Walla weather is going to through a moodswing. Sulky puss.
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| Hegemony Do we, after some time of active control by forces in our lives, accept and start to develop a consensual subordinate position with these forces?
Perhaps after a few deaths in our lives we come to accept it (death) as the overriding force in our lives; perhaps we come to accept the concept of time in the same way; but what about love, God, peace, and war, and all the other, otherwise, burning questions that we do not ask about the "Natural-ness" of certain things that we see in our lives? What about our passions, rationalities, etc; our limits that we see in ourselves: are they not an acceptance of some overriding force that we cannot overcome? We use the assertion, "It's Natural", to consent to a "hegemon's subordination.
A true "hegemon," then, is perhaps one of the forces that we do not ever question its power over us; we take its force over us for granted, and we do not develop a curiosity into its workings. But all the questions that were asked earlier then, can maybe override the notion of all-overpowering force that we see in each of them. If we can question war, is it "Natural?" Maybe by questioning the concepts of the inevitability of war and conflict in our lives, and developing a curiosity - a forcefully inquisitively asked "Why?" into its mechanisms - will pave the way for overcoming it? This is maybe too hopeful, but if questioning a "hegemon's" status topples its power over us, (since the force over us is physical, but it is the acceptance of its power over us in our minds that makes it a hegemony), then:
What/who/which/ are the unquestioned true "hegemons?" What are we taking for granted so much that we do not even ask a simple question about its "Natural-ness" or whatever guise it is hiding in?
Questioning is the first act of rejection of the "hegemony" but to be free from the force, is the total rejection of its power. Can we really be free - mentally, I guess - from a/any "hegemon's" shackles?
So many questions I'm asking, so I will mull over them over the coming weeks.
P.S. Xanga Team I'm baaack!
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| Who says procrastination wasn't fruitful. I was browsing/surfing the net and came across an interesting article. Really touched me. Here's the link:
http://www.motherjones.com/news/feature/2006/07/rock_the_junta.html
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| The Intramural Football Tournaments are over.
"Got Pho?" A group of footballers, who did not as a team practice once but come rain, sunshine, or snow, were ready to kick serious butt. Largely composed of international students. Lazy-ass internationals, but with excellent soccer skills. Yes they kept their profile low for the first opening matches, ending games in draws and winning just a few. Making it miraculously to the semi finals, and then on to the finals, they were pitted against the favourites to win. A team that was undefeated yet - the dreaded 1,2 West Boys. The odds were stacked against Got Pho. A David and Goliath battle, the match was of epic proportions. Sprained ankles, forbidden tackles, spittle and verbal abuse were rampant on the field. Oohs and Ahhs from the fifteen spectators that were watching. (Yes, this age old game of angry, violent people on a field with a little ball did not incite too much attention from the Whitman Community). However, after about 90 minutes of gruelling instability in the force, the victors emerged as the dust started to settle. "Got Pho?" A group of footballers, who did not as a team practice once but come rain, sunshine, or snow, were ready to kick serious butt.
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| It's snowing!!! IT"S SNOWING!!!!
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