This is the assignment as I gave it to them. I have already had some

interesting responses — they all seems quite excited by you. Love or

hate they do seem excited. I suppose it would make more sense to you

if you knew the reading … but meh. I thought about the idea after I

wrote to you about proving marketability through traffic , so I wanted

to see how much traffic I could generate — not much I suppose, unless

the whole class gets in on the act (there are 340 first year cultural

studies students). “Step Back” is a term we use in my classes to try

to represent the idea of a meta-cognitive sort of thinking — asking

why, why do I think the way I do.

Thinking about their thinking —

It is a tough thing for many of them to grasp, but they are catching

on. Already some of them are beginning to understand that things like

compassion and tolerance requires that they “Know Thyself”.

Okay,

Here is the assignment. Go to www.raymitheminx.blogspot.com. Raymi

is a bit of an internet phenomenon. The task is to take a look at her

site (Warning: some nudity, some foul language some odd stuff) and try

to think about it in terms of Internet memes and the reading on

Niagara Falls.

What makes a site? (like Niagara or Raymi) Write me a little blurble on Raymi.

Now the fun part – after you have read as much as you can handle, (or

have read it all) and written your thoughts down, ask at least one

other person you know to look at the site and see if they can figure

out why Raymi is so compelling to so many in the blogshpere. A quick

email will do.

Include their response in your journal. She is not

universally loved, in fact some comments are vitriolic. ( I will email

you a few random internet grabs) It might be very interesting to see

how three or four people react to Raymi… and then “Step Back” and see

if you can understand why those people react the way they do. What

can we learn about cultural studies, about ourselves, what about

private and public space, what about the projection of identity or why

people react so strongly? Or anything that comes to mind. This is

extra work, do not get stressed. Right now, she has not archived the

month of November – but time is probably of the essence. As of

today, she has not done anything extraordinarily offensive, but I

cannot take responsibility if she decides she is going to become a

porn star or post anti-Semitic comments in the future.

Here is the quotation from Karen Dubinsky that I thought had

relevance to my blog idea. “…[T]he question of how certain sites

become designated as popular places to visit, as well as of how

particular places become invested with specific qualities” . . . .

Places are more than simple locations; the spatial is also socially

constructed, and places can mean different things at different times

(Coursepack 108)

A Google search for Raymi turns up a rather impressive 23 500 hits.

She receives approximately 14 000 hits a month…

Good Luck


being arty isn’t enough. nor is prettiness.

i changed the colour of my hair to be ahead in the game.

lend a hand please return magazines and newspapers to their racks and help us to keep your periodicles in good condition.

are we having fun yet?

are you doing better than your parents?

can anybody beat this guy?

great british issue organic style traveler mountain bike nature

eyeliner 101 mastering beauty’s toughest trick

oprah’s $7 million giveaway!

suffering in silence the new romantic party dress a mother’s pride and fear for her reporter son in iraq dream gifts 51 wild & wonderful holiday surprises ben’s new jen affleck and garner: is it serious? behind the scenes at america’s next top model the new medical miracle wrinkle cure

50+ of the best watches & necklaces fashion: the bejeweled BOHO Plus: incredibly sexy shoes for you the party issue how to throw a fabulous fete 200+ ideas everybody gets something CHIC! your ultimate gift guide your feelings about it won’t fade either

i just read about natalie portman and all those magazine-promisings and all those awful words and now i am headed for the bar.

right now i am showing off my fraudness being cute in the library with my backpack poseuing as a student and acting like i do not have a drinking problem and acute fascinating sadness and tomorrow i have a head-doctor’s appointment.

i feel pretty stressed these days and miserable.

miserable because i am broke and broke because i drink and i drink because i am sad and i have come to terms with this unhappiness ie fully confronted and i am aware of my problems/issues with the world at large i just don’t have the courage to change them.

it’s not a matter of courage, really, it is more of a disturbing laziness.

i have to change the way i look at the world and the matter in which i deal with things, people, and stop waiting for life to happen to me and find a publisher and explain that cuteness sells, and depression is marketable, when you sprinkle it with humour and drawings of cats that can talk.

falsegirl

the computer said to me not to smile so that is my trying not to smile massively stupid scowl look for the how old you will be in 50 years photo that i look ridiculously ug-city in so i am not bothering to post it because i do not agree at all with the science centre’s predictions of how my face will be aging.

in other news, it snowed last nite/early morning today and i woke up about 6 20 am and thought of a bunch of stuff to keep my mind occupied ’til maybe 9am after i was like FUCK THIS and had a bit of a cigarette and some oj and it woke up the cat and then it woke up fil because the cat purrs like a lawnmower and sits on my face until you feed him or put him in the bathroom for a time-out.

i called my mum last nite to ask her what she wanted for xmas and she said body shop stuff that’s all she wants and i said don’t you want something substantial that you can keep or something and remember like how i buy everyone kitschy stuff that they don’t need that just sits around collecting dust and when visitors come over they are like woah totally COOL and useless!

being practical, well, buying practically is sooooooooooo stressful and at this point in my life i just can’t deal with stress, well, not that i can’t deal with it, i just totally refuse to deal with that shit altogether unless i am playing burnout on xbox and i have to cause a huge car accident to make lots of car accident money, this is the only stress i will allow for the time being oh and helping people when they email me with advice on life like i invented living.

blep.

fil tripped me yesterday when the centre was closing and it was fucking hilarious so i couldn’t get too mad over it, dammit. i flew and my purse flew even further and fil is lucky that it was on a carpetted floor. focker.

so everyone i am moving back to toronto, the land of snobportunity, social anxiety, and colorful scarves.

i can’t wait to be broke over there and boss around ward and finally allow myself to be startrek-washed but only because I am choosing the ikea-shit.

and all of it.



Dear Raymi

I live next to two sorrorities.

Sometimes they get high and yell random shit at the top of the parking lot by

me. I think it’s terrible, they always say just the wrong thing. The

frassholes are just as bad. I delegate the whole greek system into frasshole

and sorrostitute… it’s just my thing I guess. Anyways

These guys wear their baseball/trucker hats at the most asinine angles, like

between 45 degrees and 10 degrees. They come into my chinese resturant (where

I work as the token white guy) and all I can think is “Look fucker, I know you

want to sound serious while ordering food or about drinking beer and banging

girls, but with your hat like that you might as well be wearing clown make-up.”

Another thing is their thing for the popped collar. I mean honestly, everyone

who has done that is now washed up and sad about their lives. This is

evidenced in Huey Lewis, the News, and these bastards’ future.

Tonight we got drunk and laughed and listened to neutral

milk hotel and hoped that I got a job in new york city, because I need to be

in a big place and go to bars and pretend I’m irish. It’s a continuation of

an old adventure.

Nevertheless this is what I see every couple days. If

you’ll excuse me I’m gonna go write a term paper because I’m not very bright

and think writing something when I’m drunk is a good idea

kurious



angelo took this over the summer for his photography class in this cute little park just before the sun disappeared and no i am not all that skinny i am totally suckin’ it in ‘cos i was drinking water a lot and eating an orange and one of angelo’s classmates was taking my picture too and making all these pervy comments to hisself and it was fucking hilarious and uncomfortable and flattering all at the same time.

it’s no wonder i was so bored in highschool what with all those windows in my classrooms and me just having to look at them, out them – i guess i am the forever daydreamer, nitedreamer.

i don’t even have an attention span for my attention span.

i’ve been trying to read this kurt vonnegut book since august and now it’s december it’s so damn sketchy i may as well be reading my own blog. fuck.

i can’t stop looking out the window at the street.

being in this coffeespot and watching this nervous old guy wait to come alive for this older woman to join him makes me feel both nervous for him and excited for her because it is friday nite near christmastime and anything is possible for them.

i remember when i lived in maine there was this teacher-type guy having a sandwich/coffee with a hot young student girl in this fancy deli and he was being all important talking/guiding this girl through life or whatever who was a poor student i guess and he was talking all loud and jeff and i were making comments to each other about the stephen king look a like and then when jeff went to the bathroom the teacher went a minute afterward and totally went mental on the door, slamming and banging on it – unable to put two-and-two together that someone might possibly be in there already and that’s why the door is locked.

talk about a complete personality-change.

everyone please bring their fat old cousins to clinton’s so i can dance with them and listen/see the HOUSEPLANTS tonite. Clinton’s is on bloor, on the south side, east of the christie pitts park, for those of you who are dumb and also for all you scenesters who are like yah thanks duh we know where that place is already you fucking moron. anyway. THE HOUSEPLANTS are that jazzy bluesy crap that everyone is all into right now and all of it sounds the same but the difference is with this band, they are actually accomplished and good, i suppose.

i would put the flyer up but i think writing about it is more intimate like we are holding hands and discussing Thelma and Louise.

oh and if i don’t show up don’t take it too personally just be greatful that i told you about something you could be doing tonite that is cheap and think of it as a pre-going to some place or other thing to do that isn’t on college street like all those other trying hard to be the cavern club it spots right now at the same time. whatever.

that was sort of in english, right?

oh yeh it’s 5 dollars at the door.

WHAT FIVE DOLLARS!?

yep.