Teenage Wasteland...

                          Iknow/knew these kids. Erin my friend never really pushed to doanything in her life. She's from Jersey she got money from deadrelatives and graduated from some fashion college, which she had nointerest in and never used the degree. Then decided I want to helppeople so I want to be a sheriff or a cop but no place that's urbansomeplace safe in New Jersey, I want to protect those people. Marinawho would visit me from upstate, and be depressed all the time. Woulduse her sexuality to get us into the clubs that we shouldn't be in,and being with men in bad situations.Or the kids that I would meetwhen I went to camps and on vacations. They were all kind of whitetrashy kids, with one or two being way to old for the group makingthem the "parents" and they had cars and they smokecigarettes and we would go driving to a 7/11! (there were never anyin NYC)just sit some place look at stars and I'd watch them get high.I love these times with them because I felt free and I had no curfew.I could be with them as long as I wanted, because my mother knew Iwas vaguely in the area. I was astounded when these kids said theywould do it every day in their everyday life, and that their parentsnever knew what they were doing.

                            Iwas amazed and jealous that they never checked in! To me this wastheir culture and there culture norms.I suppose subculture now but Istill look at my cultural artifacts with fondness like my friendshipbracelet made from Thread or my first rock/metal cd given to me by a"rocker".One of my coworkers who just moved here fromWisconsin a month ago just experienced a crazy culture shock. She gotstiffed on a hundred and $40 bill which she had to pay back.Everybody always told her to get a credit card first but I guess it'snot normal in Wisconsin. She was literally shaking all night becauseof the loudness, and because we had to move at high-speed and, peoplewere getting impatient with her she just wasn't used to it and wentto the bathroom and cried. 

                            The boss was good about it, and said ofcourse you would be like this you're in Brooklyn now. He said don'tworry I'm sure this won't happen again. I wonder how much thiscountry mouse can take before the big city scares her away.Iasked her was it hard to be in a place so multicultural, what was theethnicity’s that she had back home, and did everybody she know cowtip and do drugs, cause thats all there was to do there. Haha. Shesaid yes the lack of white faces was something to get use to. Theyhad mexicans and some sort of asian people, neither of which she hungout with. It offended me that she didn’t know the kind of asian.With the cow tipping and drugs yes once your out of the city thatswhat they do, which is why she came to the big city to make somethingof herself and not be a townie?

Promise and Pitfalls of field work...2

              I really enjoyed the Promise and Pitfalls of going into the field. I mean how

can you find the realness of anything if you are not in it. It's like the person

who has all the great stories, they just go from encounter to encounter and they

just take it all in.They don't judge they have fun with it and they are fluid,

people want to be around them because they're fun because they feel they can

relate. A good ethnographic has a rounded view of everything and takes in all

information. He or she must get rid of all her preconceived notions and all of

her beliefs, and just delve totally into the situation or the people that there

with.

               Field research I feel is the best, I mean the commitment for it is two, three

years at the minimum. This is only good of course if they don't have a biased

observation interpretation, like maybe a company will give them money if they

favor on the company side. Reliance on selective observation, like you're

interviewing skateboarders and you were just concentrating on white or Asian

skateboarders. Ignoring the thoughts feelings and lives of the other groups

Black, Hispanic, Native American etc. Their stories could be just as powerful or

more.

                I like the idea of provisional knowledge because society is always

changing mutating and becoming something else, people are growing some people

are stunted. Then of course it can also be wrong like with the food pyramid

which is now a plate. All the foods that we thought we needed like milk and

cheese we need less of that because it hurts us. We need more vegetables now more

lean meat, and all this time Our parents are feeding us food that wasn't good for

us. In a couple years it's going to look differently again, and I feel this is mostly

pushed by the fact that we aren't healthy and the government doesn't want to

take care of us.

                Maybe there was a researcher in the 80's and 90's that was trying

to push to have better food plates and portions. Big business was making so much money throwing corn syrup, and soda and bad food down our throats they didn't want to listen to them. Now everybody's dying of diabetes or hypertension, or must staying in the hospital for long periods of time from the food that the government is feeding us and its lack of nutrition. What did they expect with people being able to eat burger king or taco bell with there food stamp card. Now govt realizes we have to take care of them, through

Medicaid and Medicare and so now they gonna start making moves to change the system.

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First Post

                 Hi! I'm BluC. Some of the biggest influences in my life are my mother and my girlfriend. Everything i do is to be better for them i want to take care of them and be a provider. Myself as well, but everybody wants to be better for themselves right? Iv kinda been like a butterfly, flittering threw life kinda just living for the next new experience and living in excess. If one is good ten is better. I was going to teach in another country, but right before that my mother got sick so i stayed and started to take a good hard look at what i was doing with my life.
               I decided i couldn't be everywhere and random anymore(im still random). I needed to stay put go to school and get a "big people job" so that my ailing mother could retire sooner then later. I thought about what i liked to do in life. Bartending, talking to people and being social. This of course doesn't pay and has horrible health care...and at the end all we have is our health. So, i thought about it again. Iv always been into nutrition, exercise training and natural ways to heal your body. People need pushing to work out, and I'm a cheerleader and always tell people they can do the best in whatever they want to do and I'm in there corner and ill help. So i decided I'm going to go into nutrition, personal training. Iv worked at gyms and it is awesome to see people reach there goals and have less aches and pains from their lifestyle change. 
             My friends dad doesn't have diabetes anymore because he juiced, he use to take alot of medicine not anymore though. Some sociological imagination events that have shaped my life are when i left my friend Julie high and dry for new years.
It was new years and it was about six of us including Julie and she wanted to go 
to a straight place and party but we wanted to go to a gay place. I said to my

friends let's go to the gay party and We will meet her at her party.  We went and 
then it started to be late 11...11:30...12 Julie's calling us and texting us and 
I'm pretty much spearheading things, and saying don't pick up and we are all not 
picking up her phone calls. 

              Finally one friend does pick up and she is crying, she leaves me a message and she's crying and bawling and how could we do this to her she is all alone. I feel horrible and I say okay let's head to     this club, of course we get there so late she's gone and she doesn't speak to us for a 
while. I text her these excuses but that's all they are excuses. Stepping back I 
see i was insensitive, dismissive, inconsiderate and cruel. I didn't think if someone 
did this to me id be upset. I became a better friend/person from then on because I 
never again did that and I never again would make my friend/or anybody feel 
horrible for something that I did.    

               Now if I say I'm going to do something I do it and if I can't, I tell them up front and I don't      string them along or lie to them. All you have is your name and if you do something to Tarnish it all     you have is a bad name, but if you uphold your word and yourself then you'll have a great name and   way of being that people will standby.