I’m preparing my “leave me the fuck out of it for the rest of the quarter” speech for when I take Race y Racism at CSUSB sometime in the future. Just because.

As long as we continue to talk about race like it matters there will be racism and all of its baggage will continue to cause the same problems that we’re all used to since someone, however many decades ago, first noticed a difference in skin pigmentation. If something has meaning, then it intrinsically has a value associated to that meaning. Now its time to dust off the scales and get on with the quantifying. And as long as someone is measuring, there will always be races with more meaning or value, and others with less; one with the most and one with the least.

Solution? How very naive. Mere acceptance of another race falls short. So short, in fact, that zero progress is made. “Acceptance” is a similar problem to “having meaning,” being that it has the connotation of superiority. To accept something means that it meets a certain standard to which one feels it is worthy of their own good graces. I think “blindness” or “ignorance” is a more appropriate way to get over it. However, there is no solution that anyone can enact besides a mass execution of bigots. The day race has no place in a decision (perceptions are decisions) is the day when every individual gets over their own crappy feelings about what type of wavelength a surface reflects, and joins the rest of the world on the socially enlightened band wagon of peace, love and all of that other shit.

After all of that, I am, however, a big fan of making fun of race. All races to be precises. Two things to remember: culture != race, and white people are stupid.

Ya, that’s right. BadgerBadger is no longer with us. Someone of slender proportions broke in and stole my lappy as well as me pops’. And when I say slender, I mean whomever had to slip through a roughly 9″x36″ window. Seriously, that thing is like a medieval castle, turrety window. The biggest thing is not that I lost a laptop, the downside of which goes without saying. The part that worries and bothers me is the content therein. I’ve lost confidential client/server information, yes, and a useful tool; but, most dreadfully I’ve lost a gift and writing that I had nowhere else. That was what I was furious about. Clients can be contacted, passwords changed but as some may know writing is what I love—however well—and to have it stolen from me was an enraging blow. This all transpired some weeks ago and I’ve come to look at the brighter side of things in that I will very soon have my wee grubby hands on free (insurance) money to buy a new machine.

Indeed, life has changed. I’ve come to a new addiction and can’t stop watching “House.” In fact, I bought the second season after being loaned the first. Summer session has started up and I find myself in the trenches of Calculus with the same problem that I’ve had since the trig. class that I months ago: algebra. All the new concepts make perfect sense to me, clear as a bell; but, when that algebra starts kicking in, that’s when things make that downward spiral. Wait, no. Not a ’spiral.’ It all goes straight to hell. That might be a little overdone, but it definitely could use some reviewing and improvement.

The “Indeed, life has changed” comment begs for more than a simple drama addiction and atypical mathematical struggles; however, sleep has just washed over my eyes and I think I’m going to give in for tonight. More will come later. Just know that I no longer live on hope; yet, am living well.