forgotten scenario

Oh yes, and then there's days like today! (cont from yesterday)

(click here to see picture)

So... the side with the yellow pole - thats the outbound train. In order to get to the inbound train you must cross the track and wait on the other side.

Today, as I walked across the bridge and looked down at the stop - not a lot of people (T must have just left) and no T in sight - okay. I didn't feel the need to run so I just continued walking at a fast pace. Right then I saw the outbound train pulling in. As I reached the bottom of the hill, the inbound train started to pull in. Problem is - the outbound blocks the tracks so you can't get across to the inbound. The second the outbound started pulling out, I ran across the track (in front of the inbound train) and walked up to the door right as it closed. (Three people were behind me).

But, the other fun little fact about the T is - THEY NEVER OPEN THE DOORS. So... after a few seconds of making sure everyone was settled inside - the train just pulled away. :(

When the next train arrived it was one of those sardine situations but after yesterday I wasn't prepared to be late again today so... I managed to squeeze in. Of course, the driver yelled at me because she tried to close the doors three times and they wouldn't close (I was in the doorway!) Eventually I managed to shove myself in another inch...

(And yes, I made it to class on time!)

We must assimilate....

as seen in the GNP...

Some words from former president

Theodore Roosevelt had some great ideas on immigrants and being an American in 1907. I think that they are as apropos today as they were then.

"In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated an exact equality with everyone else, for it is outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed or birthplace or origin. But this is predicated upon the person becoming, in every facet, an American, and nothing but an American. There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American but something else, isn't an American at all.

We have room for but one language here and that is the English language … and we have room for but one sole loyalty to the American people."

DOUG AITKEN

La Crescenta


How hypocritical! Perhaps Aitken is also a fan of manifest destiny!

But since we are setting as to culture and language...

Its amazing how easily the average "American" forgets that the term "Indian" actual refers to the "Native Americans." There is a reason they are called "Native" Americans as opposed to... i dont know... "Native Indians."

Native:

adj 1: being such by origin; "the native North American sugar
         maple"; "many native artists studied abroad" [ant: foreign]
  2: belonging to one by birth; "my native land";  "one's native
     language" [ant: adopted]
  3: being or composed of people inhabiting a region from the
     beginning; "native Americans"; "the aboriginal peoples of
     Australia" [syn: aboriginal] [ant: nonnative]
  4: as found in nature in the elemental form; "native copper"
  5: normally existing at birth; "mankind's connatural sense of
     the good" [syn: connatural, inborn, inbred]
  n : a person who was born in a particular place; an indigenous
      person [syn: indigen, indigene]

My point? The truest definition of an American is those people whom Teddy Roosevelt and his like banished to live on miniscule plots of land... "Americans" were those people that we forced to become Protestant and Catholic (religions carried over from the "Old World")... we forced these people to change everything... from lifestyle to eating habits to language. And now we have the audacity to claim that English is the only language that should be spoken? Why don't we send all those who speak "English" back to "England" instead?

Nice to see that nothing has changed in the last 400 years!

Of course, those of you with extreme short term memory probably don't recall that most of Western American BELONGED to those "darn" Mexicans. But yes, I guess we won fair and square and now we must continue converting...

On a side note - Kermit Roosevelt - grandson of Teddy - was the key figure in the 1953 Coup in Iran. Here is my brief overview - America gets upset because our best friends - the Brits - are not getting their oil with the new DEMOCRATICALLY elected leader... so, we send in a few people to cause a giant mess and overthrow the leader to replace the Shah (king)... And, of course, we do this all under the cloak of "Promoting Democracy and Freedom" - um? Did I miss something?

PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION ROCKS

*Disclaimer: This is really long - the "tenses" (past, present etc) switch often and the "person" changes often (first person vs. third person etc)... hope its understandable! (maybe i should split it into "parts")

A day in the life of the T-Rider.

I'd like to walk you through a typical morning… and my adventures getting to school.

It's Wednesday morning… my alarm goes off at 6:45 am… I snooze… 6:53…. Snooze…7:17 am – SHIT! Does this mean I'll have to miss breakfast? Oh NO!

I rush to get ready, scramble to pick out something to wear, brush my teeth – occasionally dab on some make-up, and dash downstairs for a bowl of oatmeal! By 7:58 am my lunch is packed, my shoelaces are tied and my jacket is zipped up – ready to go! (Except this is about the time I usually realize I don't know where my "T" pass – aka Charlie Card – is and/or I have no idea where I put my house keys – so I dash back up the stairs and tear my room apart only to realize it was in my pocket all along – oops! Back downstairs I go!)

The "T" stop is .3 miles from my house – mostly downhill. Though my 30 lb "book bag" slows me down a bit, I typically manage to get to the station pretty quickly… as I cross the bridge and walk down the last little hill to the stop, I usually notice one of three things.

1. The train is on the platform – people are getting on. This situation can bring tears of joy or pain depending on the exact number of people waiting to get on. If there are a great number of people trying to get on, I can make a mad dash for the train, run across the tracks in front of the other train (going the opposite direction) and step onto the train right before the doors close. But, if there aren't a lot of people waiting to get on… I will most likely fail. Sometimes I make a mad dash only to watch the driver smirk as he pulls out of the station – other times I just accept defeat and stroll down the hill – knowing, with near certainty, that today will be an all around bad day!
2. There is NO ONE waiting at the stop. This can only mean one thing… I just missed a train. This isn't as heart breaking as seeing the train ACTUALLY pull away – but let me tell you, its pretty darn heart breaking. I try to convince myself that the cup is half full – a train is *supposed* to come every 6-8 minutes (I will address this later) so, if the train left and I didn't see it lately – I probably only have 5-7 more minutes to wait before the next train… I hope? Maybe? Ugh… I'll just pick up the paper and distract myself… no point in stressing now.
3. Of course, the most uncertain situation is when there are people waiting at the station. This could mean:
1. The train left recently but there are so many people taking the train today that there's already a herd waiting.
2. People have been waiting forever and the train will be here soon.
3. People have been waiting forever and the train will take forever
   

For the purposes of this story, I will only explore the third possibility (c)… which does occur QUITE frequently.

I walk down the hill, grab a copy of the Metro, cross the tracks and sit down on the freezing cold bench…. Due to my youthful optimism, I'm usually confident that the train will be there… "any minute."

Any is a vague term. Any could mean the 8^th minute of the 12^th hour of the 3^rd day of December. And, really, with the T – that's a possibility.

A flip through the paper, read a few articles, glance at my watch… 8:09. It's okay – I can still make it to class (class starts at 8:40 am though the prof is usually about 2 minutes late – and yes, we start the second he walks in and puts his stuff down – so around 8:43 am). I keep reading the paper – at this point, I've read all about Boston and the Iraq war… I know about the poisoned spy, the Big Dig, the T rider fee hikes… speaking of which… hm, its 8:11… the T is officially late (assuming the previous one arrived several minutes before I go to the station) and I have class in 29 minutes!

Flip, flip, flip… its now 8:14 am and I am reading about Britney Spears' divorce in the "gossip/entertainment" section. I'm trying very hard to hide the panicked look on my face. (Of course, in the course of the last 12 minutes, 4 trains have passed in the opposite direction…)

8:16 am… ding ding ding… omg? COULD IT BE? I think, I think I see a T coming. Everyone gets on their feet and starts lining up across the yellow line. The train starts pulling in. My heart sinks. It is packed like sardines (that's an understatement). I can see people's faces smashed up against the windows… people have their noses in strangers' armpits as everyone struggles to hold onto something… there is a little girl somewhere in there with her head stuck in an old man's rear end. This isn't a good sign. (Of course it could be worse – sometimes the train doesn't even stop and our hearts immediately sink to our feet!)

Since we are an above ground station, it is likely that only the front doors of the train will open in which case only 3 people will get on each train car (there are two cars total). There are 40 of us waiting to get on. Today we get lucky (or so we think) and the driver opens all doors. Not smart – people are so smashed in the train that when the doors open they practically fall out – clawing each other to hold on. I see one brave individual dare to enter – I see his head level with a sea of butts as he shoves his way onto the first step – soon he disappears. I am tempted to follow but fear damage to my internal organs – or perhaps suffocation. So, I figure I'll sit this one out – and as if hearing my thoughts, the driver announces, "there is another train RIGHT behind us!"

So, I sit back down, the train pulls out. 8:19. So much for making it to class. I unfold the paper and continue reading…

8:21 (right behind my ass!) – another train approaches. This one is relatively empty (compared to the previous cattle car)! Hallelujah… I MIGHT be able to breathe! I jump on board, find a spot (standing of course – its only relatively empty remember) and I grab onto someone's seat (trying not to pull their hair). As the train jerks to a start, my body swings forward – putting my crotch at eye level with an old man sitting with his wife ("eye level" isn't completely accurate – it was more like, he was practically performing cunnilingus on me…) – I apologize and try to brace myself but once your body moves, its difficult to move back because more often than not, someone has already claimed the space in which your body used to be. I resign myself to the fact that I will ride for the next ten minutes with my privates in some random man's face (I don't think his wife is too happy). *sigh*

A few torturous minutes go by… we stop at one stop, then another… each time more people squeeze on board. At this point I usually consider doing a thesis on "Human Rights Violations on the Boston T" – because honestly, this has to be some sort of invasion of my fundamental rights… right?

"Fenway, next stop." Uh oh… it's the time of truce. I could get off here and walk to campus – if I walk/run (that is where you walk so fast that you break into a job but then realize you are very out of shape and switch back to walking again…and of course you feel very silly), I can make it to campus in 10 minutes. It's 8:29. Decisions!

But, its cold outside. And, I left my book in my locker which means even if I power walk the entire way, I'll have to stop off at my locker and will be late to class… And, if I stay on the T, I could be at Kenmore station in 2-3 minutes and then take the B line to campus which would take an additional 4-5 minutes! This calculation depends completely on my hope that the B line will arrive as soon as I get to the station – which is of course wishful thinking but miracles have occurred before! (Murphy's law – when I am 20 minutes early, the B line arrives the second I get to the station. When I am running late…. Well…)

I take the chance. I'm lazy. We pull away from Fenway and start going underground towards Kenmore. Suddenly we stop. You can see nothing but walls outside the train windows… I begin to get claustrophobic… is it just me or is there no air in here? Maybe its because I never took my jacket off and its about 85 degrees in here. We wait and wait. The train starts again… my heart starts beating faster… could it be? Of course not! We stop. We go another 3 feet… we stop again. I should have gotten off at Fenway. 6 minutes later, we get to Fenway. 8:35 am. Well, I might only be a minute late!

I sprint up the steps, across the station down to the outbound trains. There are many people waiting (the train must not have been here recently) Fingers crossed, I wait for the B line… it'll be here any minute now right?

8:40 am… still no train. 8:42… here it comes… yes! YES!!! It stops… "This train is express to Packards Corner!"

WHAT? That's a 15+ minute walk from campus! Plus it takes 7 or so minutes to get there. This is so unfair. "Another train is right behind us" (right, I've heard that before!)

8:46 am… The B LINE! I am the first one on (as if they'll leave the second I board). 8:49 (faster than usual) dropped off on campus- run to my locker… grab my book… up the stairs… CLASS! I made it! (sorta)

Of course, its important to note that days vary. I once was at the Kenmore station at 8:20 am and waited 17 minutes for a train. Today, for example, the train stopped two stops before Kenmore and the driver announced, "There is a train stuck ahead of us – we are waiting for the officials… we'll be moving shortly" – hah! Shortly?

Needless to say, I walked into class 20 minutes late.

(as a sidenote – I walked into class 20 minutes late – the door is BEHIND the professor – IN FRONT of the entire class. I open the door and the entire class looks at me – I pause – probably turned four shades of red and smiled. The professor who usually ignores latecomers stopped his lecture and turned and smiled at me… said hi and gestured towards my seat… as if to say, "oh, by all means, don't let us distract you… come right on in and sit down." Of course, I wanted to die but the class just found it classic… guess you'd have to have seen it through their eyes.)

Serving in the Armenian Military

Many people in Glendale are self-declared experts... on everything. They can explain to you the complex politics of third world countries, make accurate economic forecasts without a single degree in economics... heck, (as we've seen) they can even explain the causes and consequences of social dynamics in various communities.

But above all, Glendalians believe that they are charged with the duty of differentiating between "good" and "bad" and maintaining the balance of equality for everyone (not just Glendalians).

Carol Weling is a constant "upholder of Democracy" and often plays the role of Themis (the goddess of justice).

Recently, a Glendale man (publisher of Zhamanak newspaper and apparently known for his open criticism of the Armenian government) was prosecuted in Armenia for evading the Armenian draft (by falisfying documents re: his marital status).

As a disclaimer I will note that I am a liberal and against any drafts, particularly in the U.S. But, this isn't the U.S. Many foreign countries have a mandatory drafts and I don't really want to get into the draft debate because there are plenty of arguments for and against. (And I'm not writing this in defense of the guy. Perhaps he deserves the punishment he got - perhaps the gov't went easy on him. The point isn't this guy - the point is the ridiculous conclusions Ms. Weling draws..)

In commenting on this situation and the controversy surrounding it, Weling bolding states, "This 30-year-old man has a problem."

How presumptious of her! I do not know the character of this man. For all I know he might be a thief, a cheat - maybe just an all around asshole! Or not. Leaving Armenia and dodging a draft might not be the most NOBLE thing to do but it certaintly doesn't permit anyone to jump to such conclusions.

She later goes on to say, "This country is at war. We expect those who are called to serve, such as our National Guard, and to do so honorably. We do not expect our residents to falsify documents and make misrepresentations so they could evade their duty under the laws of this country. Why, then, do certain members of our community think it is A-OK to evade the laws of another country and to violate their sovereignty?"

Actually, according to the leadership, this country is not at war - not officially at least. Instead we are "peace keeping" or "rebuilding" or something benign like that. (Look, blowing people's heads off is just a part of our efforts to "keep the peace!") But, there is a more important flaw in her argument - people are not drafted to serve in the National Guard. Nor are they drafted into any branch of our military. Period. Don't make inaccurate comparisons.

She goes on to say, "I was amazed at the response of Councilman Ara Najarian, an attorney who is sworn to uphold laws, even suggesting that this community become engaged in such disrespect for the laws of Armenia by writing a letter eluding to the fact that Babajanyan is an 'upstanding resident of Glendale.'" Her reasoning is that, "Why, then, do certain members of our community think it is A-OK to evade the laws of another country and to violate their sovereignty? Glendale should not be asked to disrespect the laws and sovereignty of Armenia." (and then adds, "Shame on Najarian; he needs a refresher course in ethics.")

Oh yes, I forgot! We never try to influence policy in Armenia with letters, threats or general "pressure." And of course, we respect the sovereignty of EVERY country. We are America - we'd never impose on others! (I wonder if Weling ever picks up a newspaper other than the Glendale News Press - maybe she needs a refresher course in politics and government!).


More fun things:
"Upstanding residents of Glendale are not draft dodgers." Next thing you know Weling will proclaim that President's don't dodge drafts either! Is it legal to be so naive at

"I can only conclude that Najarian is proposing that Glendale become a safe house for draft dodgers." Perhaps Weling doesn't realize that AMERICA is a safehouse for draft dogers - and outsed leaders. Why shouldn't we extend that "protection" to everyone?

"Why would anyone believe that breaking such a vital national law, designed to protect the safety of your country, would only generate a 'fine and then you be free'?" Perhaps I am being a bit cynical here but... perhaps Weling has never visited Armenia (or any other post-soviet/foreign country) where FINES are ALWAYS permissible - as are bribes!

Of course, Weling, the obvious EXPERT in crime and just punishment concludes her rant with, "I have an additional recommendation. After he serves his time in prison, he should be made to serve his military obligation, as is required by Armenian law. Once that obligation is completed, then he should secure a job in Armenia and pay back the money that the government had to expend to house him for his sentence."

I think Weling is a GENIUS. I say, WHY STOP THERE? We should require EVERY criminal in the U.S.A. to pay back the debt they owe to us - our damn tax dollars go to fund their prison stays! Do you know that California has had an average of (something like) one new prison per 2 years and no new colleges for DECADES? Imagine how many more schools we could build if prisoners paid back their debt! Weling, I think thats the smartest thing you've said yet!

Rare Moments

(semi-incoherent rambling about my mood... my day... life?)

So, I was walking home today and suddenly, for no specific reason at all, I just started smiling. I was smiling practicially ear to ear.

I'm not really sure what triggered it... it could have been the song I was listening to...Or maybe a series of events over the past few days. I had a very long conversation with my mom a few nights ago. (It had been the perfect ending to one of the worst days I've had in years. At the end of a very long and very difficult and draining -both physically and emotionally, I had decided to ditch the train and walk home. The cool Boston air and the perfectly clear night were just what I needed. But then the nearly 3 hour conversation with my mom just really took the prize. - For those who don't know - 3 hour conversations with my mom don't happen - particularly not on the specific topics we discussed). To add to the series of events... I recently met with Maura in our career development office and we had a great conversation... it just sparked so many ideas in my head... it really was invigorating. Today, as I was heading home, I bumped into her in the elevator and picked her brain for some more information. Then, I chose to ditch the train again instead called my grandma for a few minutes (nothing big but she's just so cute! love her!).

And suddenly, when I was almost home...

I guess it was just one of those moments. I thought to myself... goddamn, I'm in Boston and I love it here. I know I"ll hate the cold but I'm loving the idea of it... along with the idea of the tree lighting ceremonies and hot cocoa (rather than palm trees and ice tea).

I couldn't help but think... I'm in Boston, I'm going to law school, I'm single. I have my whole life ahead of me... SO MANY CHOICES AND OPTIONS. I typically hate options... in fact, I often DESPISE options but the fact that I have them is so great. Its so liberating. I'm free - free to do as i please. Free to live my life the way i choose. I'm free to eat cookies before dinner, free to sleep in on Sundays... free to pick a career of my choice.

I don't know what it was really but... I guess it was just a sudden rush of cheer and optimism. It was great.

I remember this one day in September... we all thought it was the last warm day of the year (we were wrong) but this particular sunday was the only warm day we'd had in several days - and it wasn't just warm, it was hot. Right around sundown I headed towards campus to pick some things up and then decided to walk to the grocery store. As I walked down the street, I just couldn't help but feel great about being here. The sky looked beautiful, the vibe of the city was just right, there were students walking around everyone and I felt so at east - no homesickness, no longing for california... i felt very at home.

I dunno... I guess I just like Boston. But, as I always say, ask me again in January - I might have a different opinion about this city.

Be careful when you wake up in the mornings...

Be careful when you wake up in the mornings...

Because 600 Americans die each year by falling out of bed.

This is a very interesting article about how we fear possibilities instead of probabilities....

http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/11/26/cover.story.tm/index.html

(It talks about how we obsess over germs and the bird flu but still smoke and drive without seat belts....)

Also, this story and a friend's recent bulletin reminded me of something i posted last year...

The holidays are the deadliest time of the year.... and no, its not just because of drunk drivers on New Years Eve. Since everyone is surrounded by families and good cheer, people have a tendency to put off their health. This season is marked by an increase in the number of heart attack deaths because many people don't want to burden their families or take time out of the busy holiday schedule to go see a doctor when they know something is wrong. Everyone figures, "I'll just wait until after New Years... first week in January I'll go see a doctor"

Some people don't make it to that first week. So, everyone... stop worrying about the bird flu, be sure to take care of yourselves this holiday season and make sure you keep an eye on the ones you love.

Oh yes, and happy belated thanksgiving :)

(and quit smoking already damnit!)

LAUSD... oh ya baby

Borrowed from a friend (thanks Tsogh)...

(Her) favorite parts are in bold

L.A. schools chief to get $300,000 a year

Retired vice admiral's four-year contract also will provide a $45,000 expense account and $3,000 monthly housing allowance.

By Joel Rubin, Times Staff Writer
October 31, 2006

David L. Brewer, the retired Navy vice admiral selected to become Los Angeles' next education chief, agreed Monday to a four-year contract that will pay him $300,000 per year.

The agreement, which has been signed by school board President Marlene Canter and is expected to be ratified today by a majority of the seven-member board, also provides Brewer with a $3,000 monthly housing allowance, a $45,000 annual expense account, an automobile and an extensive benefits package.

......

The district also will pay moving expenses for Brewer, 60, and his wife to relocate from Virginia and pay for them to live in a hotel for up to six months while they search for a place to live.

Outgoing Supt. Roy Romer has earned $250,000 each year since he started in 2000, but always declined up to $100,000 in annual bonuses. There are no such bonuses in Brewer's contract, which calls on the board to set performance benchmarks each year for the superintendent and meet annually to decide on whether to give him a raise.

Under terms of the agreement, which is set to begin Nov. 13, the board will waive state guidelines that require superintendents to have earned an administrative credential from an academic institution. Brewer has no experience as a teacher or running a public school system.

The contract also moves to preempt Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa and the mayors of other cities served by the Los Angeles Unified School District, who have battled with the board for increased control of the district.

Last month, Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger signed a law that, among other things, grants the so-called Council of Mayors the power to veto the board's hiring of a superintendent. If it survives a legal challenge by the board and others, the law will go into effect Jan. 1.

Brewer's contract states that if the mayors refuse to ratify any future contract extensions the board gives him, then they will have terminated him "without just cause." That would allow Brewer to demand that he be paid the remainder of his salary.

Law School Highlights

Thanks Nicole...

I of course copied this blog from Nicole... the intro comment is hers as well but I completely agree (I was honestly laughing out loud as i read these!).

law school highlights

fun law school factor: your sense of humor dies, and you start thinking things like these are funny...

Professor Hylton: Uh hmm..uh hmm...Uh hmmm [with hand over his mouth, looking pensive]
Student: . . . I'm not sure what "uh hmm" means.
Professor Hylton: It means you're wrong.

"You can't sue God."

-Professor Moore.

Student: Well I would want a jury trial so it'd be more sympathetic to me.
Prof. Selmi: Oh fine, well why don't you just get all your friends on the jury? then you'd definitely win.
Student: Well that would be the ideal situation.
Prof. Selmi: Right, if you could get 12 friends.

Classhole blabbing something completely incorrect about offer and acceptance

Professor Kull: Do you ACTUALLY mean that???

Student: Would you consider this a matter of law or a matter of fact?

Professor Kull: I really HATE when students ask whether it's a matter of law or a matter of fact. Where does that come from, Civil Procedure??"

Professor Selmi (referencing inadvertent disclosure of attorney work-product): Why would you give up such valuable information?
Student: In the interest of justice...
Professor Selmi: Justice? Is justice your client?

"It was a catastrophic failure of the spinach bags rotting in the Nebraska sun."

Professor Kull

"We'll get back to the contract in a minute, I want to finish seeing what the human drama is here."

Professor Kull

"If fornication is a crime, then I've got a room full of criminals sitting in front of me."

-Professor Simons


and.....

Volk is by far the most amusing but unfortunately we rarely get to see him...
"I prefer an analog watch because I'm a visual person. If you prefer digital, that's fine too… just remember it's a fashion no no."

After making some comment about someone (Carrie Underwood?) performing at Agganis he mentioned, "Don't tell Faith Hill." And, when no one laughed... "Jeez, don't any of you read People?"

Student: An uneducated person has more rage and is less able to control that rage than say a Phd from MIT.
Professor Simons: Don't provoke me!!

The Catholic Church is like a dead language

As human beings we grow. Everyday - we grow physically and mentally - we change. We accept new ideas, reject old ideas. We reevaluate our opinions and preferences. Our minds are constantly being opened up by new experiences and exposed to new ideas. Its just a part of living right?

Just proof that the Catholic Church is dead. A dead language doesn't change - it doesn't evolve because its not used and aside from people studying it and using it in select situations, its use is no longer widespread. Similarly... people "study" or pretend to practice Catholicism it but few people live by it (though everyone likes to say they do - since everyone likes to believe they are holier than though). Its actual "use" is limited to a few people who dedicate their lives to it (even their allegiance or dedication is doubtful). Basically, its a bunch of narrow minded people who refuse to grow and learn. Its as if they are stuck in the year 400 AD. I'm so tired of hypocrisy of the church....

(They just issued new statements reinforcing the idea Catholics should refrain from using BIRTH CONTROL - they apparently haven't noticed that 2 out of 3 babies dont die anymore and if we didn't use birthcontrol we'd be running around with 25 kids each! Oh ya, and they also brought up that whole same sex marriage thing - but, i guess that doesn't include Catholic priests molesting young boys since thats not marriage)

http://www.boston.com/news/nation/articles/2006/11/15/bishops_stress_sexual_issues_and_warn_on_communion/

Guess they don't love me...

Just wanted to update - the GNP has not published my response yet. Nor have they responded to me. Oh well.

NYC and Shattered Dreams

Current mood: chipper

Great weekends are spent with great/interesting people... roomies, strangers on buses and bars and cherished old friends!

Friday - We had a drunken board game night for my roomie's birthday. Cranium is pretty fun after several drinks - try drawing something with your eyes closed and having your friends guess what it is... now try that drunk!

The strangest part of the night (or next day?) was waking up around 6am and finding myself on the couch - downstairs in the living room in my robe. I have no idea why i went down there - i have no idea why i was asleep on the couch. I know for a fact I went to bed in my room and I really wasn't that drunk (I didn't want to get wasted and be hungover the next day). It was very strange.

Saturday: I was supposed to leave for NYC on Saturday right after I met with my TA at 10 am. Of course, between memos and birthdays - I never got around to packing on Friday. So, Saturday morning turned out to be a mess. I went through the typical nightmare with the computers in the library - none of which seem to EVER work properly - it took me over an hour to print the 200+ pages i needed for my memo (why 200? because I was too lazy to read them all one by one online! - but spending 20 bux on copies sucks!) - by the time i hit the road it was 2. Met an interesting English guy on the bus - had a little chat about US vs. England... got to ny around 6:20 - got to where Helen was staying close to 7.

Anyway, Helen, Andre and myself headed out to dinner - good food and great conversation... then went to some bar in the lower east side. Pam and her friend joined us as well - a Glendale reuinion in NYC! Had a few drinks and eventually headed across the street to another bar... then home.

Sunday: We woke up and walked down to battery park. My friend Armen from NY/NJ was with us. Helen and Andre did the Statue of Liberty/Ellis Island tour but I was a bit worried about my time crunch so I opted to stay back and have lunch with Armen. We had some great Thai food (how long have i been craving Thai food???) then decided to head over to the Bourgious Pig for some fondue - unfortunately the B.P. was still closed so we headed across the street and had some beer- we were joined by a friend of a friend. Eventually, Armen and I headed back to B.P. where we had some EXCELLENT fondue (if you are ever in the area, I highly recommend it). The place is this tiny little artsy place - the "staff" or two are totally awesome - we chatted a bit about homeless people and shingles (long story).

Unfortunately, we had to rush our fondue experience so I could grab my stuff and head back to the bus stop - and though that was a brief nightmare (I was freaking out that I'd never get on it), I got to chat with the guy sitting next to me the whole way back about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness - okay, well not really - but I did get totally excited about St. Patty's day in Boston! (Its always better to have someone to chat with on a long ride).

I feel like I had so much packed into two days! Met several new people - got to see four friends.... fun times!


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Oh and the shattered dreams - looks like no rosebowl for us. We always come - oh so close - but fuck it up in a game we should have HAD. Ya, we should have had this one - but we get big headed, over confident and leave our A game at home. Damnit - its been 50+ years. When will we get it right?

I'd like to hope that we can still kick SC's ass but the truth is, SC doesn't want to lose to us again- and I think they're going to come ready to kick our ass. We'll see!

I have a ton and a half of work to do - I got NOTHING done this weekend and I have way too much catching up to do :( Oh well, at least I had a good time :)

The Audacity of some people...

I recently received an email from someone.... whats important to note is that he is an investment banker.

Hi Alina,

I recently heard that you are at BU for law school. I just wanted to congratulate you. I really hope that you are not going to law school to become some corporate lawyer to make money like my other friends - it would be nice to have an Armenian prosecutor, environmental lawyer or judge that actually makes lawyers look good. I know this is random, but good luck with everything and let me know if you ever need anything.

Sincerely,
XXX

Hi XXX,

Thanks for the note. I'm not particularly sure what I want to do post law school but I find it amusing that someone involved in investment banking frowns upon the idea of corporate law J. I'm proud of my extensive involvement in the communities I've lived in and I'm sure that regardless of what my day job requires of me, I will continue to be involved in more "noble endeavors" throughout my life. Lawyers will never look good but Armenian lawyers can leave a good impression by doing good in their community (both Armenian and non) – and that applies to people in all fields and professions J.

How's life treating you?

Best,

Alina

Gorgeous Days

Current mood: content

It is an absolutely GORGEOUS day in boston. The sky might not be the bluest Boston sky I've seen but the weather, the trees, the sun shining bright. Wowsers.

I woke up today with the sun pouring into my room and I was instantly in a fantastic mood. The weather reports say itll be 66 today - rather warm for a November day in Boston. I grabbed the thinnest jacket I could find in my closet and headed out. 55 degrees... the perfect weather to be walking to school - not so hot that you become flustered but not cold at all!

I walked my usual .3 miles to the T stop. Enjoying the sound of the leaves crunching as I walked. I arrived at the T and a few minutes later... the train was here (I'll later post how this alone is enough to make my day!) but, the bonus cherry on top was that the T wasn't overflowing with people! OMG! I actually had a chance to actually sit down and catch up on some reading for my classes today.

But the most wonderful part of beautiful Boston days is the view from my classroom. Most of you don't know much about BU so allow me to paint a picture. My campus isn't the most beautiful campus - there are some gorgeous buildings - old brick buildings, some covered in ivy - and some ugly buildings such as the ugly block tower known as the Law School! (bleh!).

The school is spread out alone the Charles River. Behind us is grass, trees and water (and Bay State Road - a small road running along the water). If I look out the window in class - I see the blue Charles River - people rowing and sailing, others jogging alongside the water. The trees that line the river are shades of red and orange... some are slowly shedding their leaves. The grass is crayon green. In the distance, I see the downtown Boston skyline with its tall building. Its the ideal image of a city along the water.

Its the most calming thing.

And our buildling, as ugly as it may be, probably has one of the best unobstructed views. I'll take some pictures soon and post them up (if I get my hands on a functioning camera). And if you ever happen to be in Boston, you should come visit me at school!

My response...

I sent it in... wonder if they'll print it. (For various reasons, I am confident that the GNP is not too happy with me lately).

Pressures on child indicative of problem

The column written by Ani Amirkhanian ("Some opt out of culture," Writing the Right, Saturday) about the Armenian student who was chastised for wanting to speak English and wanting to integrate himself into the culture that he and his family have adopted was a telling sign of the times in Glendale.

I found the article spelled out exactly why the majority of Armenians who have fled Armenia and chosen to live in the U.S. and particularly Glendale was because their country could not provide them with the benefits that we appreciate and cherish as vital to our culture. To chastise, single out, and pressure a child to not speak the language of the country he has adopted exemplifies the reason why the Armenian community is having great difficulty being accepted by those of us who understand what there is to offer in this country.

If I had to flee my country and take up residence in another country I would fully expect that I would need to accept the culture and fit into the society of my new home.

TIM RAGUS

Glendale

My Response:

I was rather amused with Mr. Ragus’s bold statements in his letter last week. I wonder if he based his assumptions on a study done on racial tensions in Glendale or if he was just frustrated with his own experiences and chose to create his own social theories.

Though I am no sociologist myself, I’d like to contribute my own theory.

My mother enrolled me in Saturday Armenian language classes when I was 7 or 8 years old (maybe even younger). Like most young “American” children, I was more interested in Saturday morning cartoons than I was in Saturday school. The subject of the class was irrelevant. Whether my mom had enrolled me in Spanish, Japanese, or sign language classes, I would have probably walked into class with the same indifferent attitude that I had in my Armenian class. In response to my lack of interest in piano classes, my mother would always say, “Alina, you are young and do not understand the value of the opportunities you have yet. One day, when you are older, you will realize how wonderful it is that you can play the piano.” Needless to say, I didn’t listen. I stopped playing the piano. I also gave up learning Armenian.

And then, I grew up.

I realized that the people I admired most were the well rounded, cultured individuals – those who were well read, spoke several languages, played an instrument, kept up with world affairs, etc. Moreover, I suddenly realized that no matter where I went, my heritage would ALWAYS be a part of me. I began to understand what a golden opportunity I had missed and, with an already heavy work load (taking nearly twice the number of units most of my friends were taking), I signed up for Armenian language classes.

You see, my parents didn’t come from Armenia. They came from Iran. For hundreds of years, Armenians in Iran had (have) kept their culture and their identity while integrating into the Iranian way of life. They lived life off the Iranian calendar, listened to Iranian pop music, learned Farsi, and worked with Iranians. When my parents came to America, they were not trying to escape their heritage or their culture; they were trying to escape a revolution. They could have fled to England but were under the impression that here, in America, we would have more freedom to “be Armenian;” free from the racial tension that European countries had a reputation for. My parents believed that in America, they could get a job with an American company AND speak Armenian in public (whereas in other countries, discrimination was common in the workplace).

Here, my parents struggled hard to find the balance between being American and being Armenian. We celebrated Christmas on December 25^th and then again on January 6^th. We had a big feast for Thanksgiving. They encouraged me to speak English at home everyday until I became fluent (I was never put in ESL) but told me to never forget the Armenian language.

As a teenager I just wanted to be part of the people making fun of Armenians, not the people being made fun of. Perhaps that is the reason the person Ani Amirkhanian writes of was so eager to not speak the language. Its empowering to be on the side that belittles and points fingers at the other side (everyone needs a scapegoat for their problems). Today, I am proud to be an Armenian – American. I am proud to come from an ancient history that dates as far back as Babylonian times. I am proud to speak a language that predates many of the languages we speak today. And yet, at the same time, I am proud to be a part of this 200 year old democratic experiment called the United States of America.

Many of you have not had to flee a country in recent times. Fleeing a war or a revolution is not the same as trying to change your own history or identity. And accepting a different culture does not preclude keeping your heritage. We are who we are. And many of us came to America thinking that this land of opportunity wouldn’t discriminate against us just because we happened to speak a language they’d never heard. Who ever thought that it would be the Americans, not the Iranians (or the Iranian government) that would tell us to forget who we are, where we came from and the language we speak?

And before you tell me to go back to my country: I was born here. This is my country as much as it is anybody’s. I take my duty to vote more seriously than a great number of 5^th generation “Americans.” I get involved in the political process. I learn as much as I can about this country’s history. I do my best to be a good, well rounded American citizen. And if I choose to speak Armenian, it is my prerogative. After all, it’s a free country.

Burgers anyone?

Who needs brownies?

...when you can have BURGERS!

http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/11/07/pot.burgers.ap/index.html


Personally, I think the entire incident is quite amusing.

(Thanks to Joe Ho for the article)

Some logic

I often find myself frustrated with the GNP editors for not doing more "editing" when it comes to the mailbag/community forum. Granted, people do have a first amendment rigth to free speech, but that does not require all businesses to give a platform for people to spew hate. A person has complete freedom to say what they want and write what they want in whatever forum they run (or whatever forum allows them to). A community news paper is not the place for it. Imagine if the KKK were permitted to, in this day and age, write letters to every paper in the country promoting hatred. Imagine if a Holocaust denier wrote to the GNP every day saying "those damn jews are liars." Of course, most people would clearly ignore these because it commonly known that the KKK are a bunch of idiots and the Holocaust DID indeed occur. But what about when people write myths and lies and hateful comments about smaller minorities? Do I believe they have the right to say it? of course! Let them write their own paper or blog or magazine - whatever. I believe the editors of the GNP should exercise some discretion over the letters published so as to promote healthy discussions and debates (I am all for discussions and debates) rather than a forum in which each looney out there is given space to promote their own racist agenda (can you imagine if the NY Times were to publish what every crazy wrote?).

Anyway, point being... apparently, someone agrees with me.

'In Theory' offensive, he demands apology

The Glendale News-Press owes an immediate apology to its readers for publishing the hate-filled comments from the Rev. Bryan Griem of the Montrose Community Church in the Faith section of the Nov. 4-5 issue ("No on same-sex marriages").

It is unconscionable that an otherwise reputable newspaper would provide a platform for his uninformed accusations intended to denigrate and demonize an innocent minority.

Cloaking it in the guise of "faith" does not disguise this kind of irresponsible bigotry, and I am offended that the News-Press does not seem to recognize the parallels to overt racism.

SCOTT HENDERSON

Glendale

To grill or not to grill

I really don't want to get involved in this debate for fear of seeming too one sided but...

The grilling debate has been going on for years in the City of Glendale. Residents who live in the areas neighboring some of the major banquet halls have some valid concerns. But, for a second, I'd like to play devil's advocate, particularly in regards to the issue of outdoor grilling (I feel like its been a one-sided debate so far).

Those who live directly behind or next to a banquet hall complain of the smoke produced by the constant grilling. I can understand that not everyone loves the smell of kebab as much as us Armos do but... cities always have "desirable" and "undesirable" places to live for that exact reason. Ideally, no one would have to live next to the banquet hall, near the factory, or next to Glendale High School (with the horrible traffic and parking issues). But you can't very well isolate all schools, businesses, factories, shopping centers, etc. Someone lives there. Property values are lower for a reason. I know its sounds horrible for me to say but its a reality.

My family used to live next to a Del Taco. As you can imagine, it wasn't prime property. There were safety concerns, noise concerns, and all the other stuff that people complain about with late night businesses. Can you imagine if my parents started a battle with Del Taco claiming, "this is our home and we're not moving - you need to move not us!" That is essentially the argument that many residents living close to businesses they don't like are making. Once the business is there and established, it has as much of a right to be there as you. (Of course, prior to the business being established, you can fight it, complain and argue all you want... that is when you should be battling).

As for everyone else in the community... many people believe that outdoor grilling is bad for air quality. Yes, smoke is bad. Yes, indoor grilling would save that. Yes, our air in So Cali is polluted enough as is and we really shouldn't contribute to it. I agree with all that. But (the flip side again):
1. People have been grilling on outdoor fires since the beginning of time. There are probably thousands of people grilling at any given time and I'm sure many more than a few million grilling on any given weekend. People have fireplaces on throughout the winter. Why not ban those?
2. Factories spew (I'm making up numbers here...) 100 times more smoke and pollutants than grills. If you're going to start a crusade - start with the big problems. (Oh ya, and stop driving or riding the bus - if you're going to be "green" you should be true to the cause. Stop using hairspray. And while you're at it, start recycling, stop littering, don't smoke, don't use diapers... okay, maybe I'm sure you get my exagerated point).
3. Nancy Grubb recently wrote to the GNP, "Do we really need to poll the residents of our community to understand how 10 square feet of intensely smoking fires all over our city for 10 to 12 hours a day would affect our air quality and health?" Others have said that the grills would be running all day, 7 days a week. Okay folks, they don't really barbeque all that much. They only use the barbeques for a few hours a day on the weekends. Most banquet halls don't have events on weekdays and when they do, they produce food in much smaller quanitites (typically they only serve appetizers at the mixers they host on weekdays). So stop stating untrue "facts."
4. People keep talking about Burger King. Really? I mean, do you REALLY want to compare a meal cooked on an outdoor barbeque to BURGER KING? Okay, I'm not even going to go here because if you don't already see whats wrong with this comparison, there is no hope for you.

I will say that there have been some valid arguments made against the B.H.s outdoor grilling. First, if you allow banquet halls to have outdoor grilling, where will you draw the line? Isn't it unfair to allow banquet halls and not restaurants? Yes, it probably is. I think a natural line would be drawn just because some businesses find more convenient to grill indoors. Furthermore, most places don't need to cook for 400 people at once (finding space to cook all that indoors is difficult). Its to Burger Kings advantage to cook on a charbroiler rather than running a fire outside all day long. But, ya, the line would get a little confusing when other mom and pop shops decided to join the outdoor grilling bandwagon. How would you ever justify allowing one group to barbeque outside and not the other? And trying to differentiate between a banquet hall and a restaurant is already a huge mess - so trying to issue "use permits" to BH's and not restaurants would obviously start another war.

I'm not sure where I stand on this honestly. I would have to see some strong evidence suggesting that outdoor grilling will have a huge detrimental affect on our air quality before I'd be against it. But I'd want to see exactly how "grilling" permits would be handed out before supporting it. I just wish people would stop with the "black and white" "this is how it is" arguments and the ridiculous statements they make (with ABSOLUTELY NO BACKGROUND knowledge). There is always two sides to every story and neither is absolute truth!

These streets?

I occasionally get a bit nitpicky about statements people make. (Of course, they return the favor when I write in to the newspaper).

Richard Ciasca of Glendale recently wrote a letter to the GNP commenting on the city's pedestrian deaths noting, "Take a drive or, if you dare, a walk around this town. You'll never hear the song, 'These streets are made for walking.'"

OF COURSE Mr. Ciasca. That's because there is no such song as "These streets are made for walking." Its boots that are made for walking.

He also says, "We can't prohibit pedestrians from doing what they do. We can, however, make their walk, stroll or run a lot safer."

Agreed. People should be much more careful when they drive! Speeding, watching something on your cool tv screens (why do you have tv's in your car to begin with?)... etc, all create a dangerous situation for pedestrians.

But, people should also watch out for themselves! Glendale is a relatively safe community and people, on occasion, forget to look out for themselves. In both Boston and Berkeley, the two cities outside of Glendale where I've spent the most time, cars and pedestrians battle it out. In Boston, it sometimes seems like cars speed up when they see pedestrians... its as if they're trying to hit us.

So, those of us who value our lives, take care to not jump out in front of cars. When we see a car coming, we run. We don't stroll across a street in the middle of the night assuming that all cars from any direction will see us and stop.

Even though "pedestrians have the right of way" - the truth is that we all share the road. Its simple consideration. On more than one occasion, I have seen young people take so long crossing the street that the elderly people in walkers pass them. One individual wearing all black decided to cross the street in the middle of the night (no crosswalk) without pausing to make sure I had seen him. Where is the common sense in that?

People on both ends need to begin using their head. The government and police can't be everywhere all the time. I know... I know... sometimes that bastard almost runs you over and you really wish the officer was there to have given him a ticket but your life is more valuable than that ticket. So, stop counting on other people to protect you. Those days of "holding hands and crossing the street" with your kindergarten class are over. You're a big kid now....

So you support the war in Iraq....

According to a recent article, U.S. military and intelligence officials came to the conclusion early on that this war might be a losing battle. In war simulation games, officials found that even with 400,000 troops (more than half what we have in Iraq now), the U.S. would not necessarily win the war in Iraq.

Still think we did the right thing?

How can our elected leaders send hundreds of thousands of young men and women (including many newlyweds with young wives and children at home) into a losing battle? Its almost like a death wish! Oh, I forgot... unlike Vietnam, we now have the medical technology to keep these people alive - who cares if they don't have any limbs left - bastards should be happy to be alive right?

Wake up. Oh, and vote!

http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/11/04/war.games.ap/index.html

Some of the conclusions are similar to what actually occurred after the U.S.-led invasion of Iraq in 2003:

"A change in regimes does not guarantee stability," the 1999 seminar briefings said. "A number of factors including aggressive neighbors, fragmentation along religious and/or ethnic lines, and chaos created by rival forces bidding for power could adversely affect regional stability."

"Even when civil order is restored and borders are secured, the replacement regime could be problematic -- especially if perceived as weak, a puppet, or out-of-step with prevailing regional governments."

"Iran's anti-Americanism could be enflamed by a U.S.-led intervention in Iraq," the briefings read. "The influx of U.S. and other western forces into Iraq would exacerbate worries in Tehran, as would the installation of a pro-western government in Baghdad."

"The debate on post-Saddam Iraq also reveals the paucity of information about the potential and capabilities of the external Iraqi opposition groups. The lack of intelligence concerning their roles hampers U.S. policy development."

"Also, some participants believe that no Arab government will welcome the kind of lengthy U.S. presence that would be required to install and sustain a democratic government."

"A long-term, large-scale military intervention may be at odds with many coalition partners."

Response to GNP

My response

Please give me feedback – I know its long (I probably need to shorten it before I sent it in) but I really want to send it – its diplomatic enough right?

Pressures on child indicative of problem

The column written by Ani Amirkhanian ("Some opt out of culture," Writing the Right, Saturday) about the Armenian student who was chastised for wanting to speak English and wanting to integrate himself into the culture that he and his family have adopted was a telling sign of the times in Glendale.

I found the article spelled out exactly why the majority of Armenians who have fled Armenia and chosen to live in the U.S. and particularly Glendale was because their country could not provide them with the benefits that we appreciate and cherish as vital to our culture. To chastise, single out, and pressure a child to not speak the language of the country he has adopted exemplifies the reason why the Armenian community is having great difficulty being accepted by those of us who understand what there is to offer in this country.

If I had to flee my country and take up residence in another country I would fully expect that I would need to accept the culture and fit into the society of my new home.

TIM RAGUS
Glendale

I was rather amused with Mr. Ragus's bold statements in his letter last week. I wonder if he based his assumptions on a study done on racial tensions in Glendale or if he was just frustrated with his own experiences and chose to create his own social theories.

Though I am no sociologist myself, I'd like to contribute my own theory.

My mother enrolled me in Saturday Armenian language classes when I was 7 or 8 years old (maybe even younger). Like most young "American" children, I was more interested in Saturday morning cartoons than I was in Saturday school. The subject of the class was irrelevant. Whether my mom had enrolled me in Spanish, Japanese, or sign language classes, I would have probably walked into class with the same indifferent attitude that I had in my Armenian class. As soon as class was over, my classmates and I were running out the door eager to enjoy the gorgeous Southern California weather.

When my mother would "force" me to practice the piano, she'd always say, "Alina, you are young and do not understand the value of the opportunities you have yet. One day, when you are older, you will realize how wonderful it is that you can play the piano." Needless to say, I didn't listen. I stopped playing the piano. I also gave up learning Armenian.

And then, I grew up.

I suddenly realized that the people I admired most were the well rounded, cultured individuals – those who were well read, spoke several languages, played an instrument, kept up with world affairs, etc. Moreover, I suddenly realized that no matter where I went, my heritage would ALWAYS (thankfully) be a part of me. It was then that I realized what a golden opportunity I had missed. Suddenly, with an already heavy work load (taking nearly twice the number of units most of my friends were taking), I signed up for Armenian language classes.

You see, my parents didn't come from Armenia. They came from Iran. For hundreds of years, Armenians in Iran had (have) kept their culture and their identity while integrating into the Iranian way of life. They lived life off the Iranian calendar, listened to Iranian pop music, learned Farsi, and worked with Iranians. When my parents came to America, they were not trying to escape their heritage or their culture; they were trying to escape a revolution. They could have stayed in London but were under the impression that here, in America, we would have more freedom to "be Armenian;" free from the racial tension that European countries had a reputation for. My parents believed that in America, they could get a job with an American company AND speak Armenian in public (whereas in other countries, discrimination was common in the workplace).

In America, my parents struggled hard to find the balance between being American and being Armenian. We celebrated Christmas on December 25^th and then again on January 6^th. We had a big feast for Thanksgiving. They encouraged me to speak English at home everyday until I became fluent (I was never put in ESL) but once they realized that I was ONLY speaking English, they tried to encourage me to not forget the Armenian language.

As a teenager I just wanted to be part of the people making fun of Armenians, not the people being made fun of. Perhaps that is the reason the person Ani Amirkhanian writes of was so eager to not speak the language. Its empowering to be on the side that belittles and points fingers at the other side (everyone needs a scapegoat for their problems). I am no longer ashamed to be Armenian - American. I am proud to come from an ancient history that dates as far back as Babylonian times. I am proud to speak a language that is so ancient, it predates many of the languages we speak today. And yet, at the same time, I am proud to be a part of this 200 year old democratic experiment called the United States of America.

Many of you have not had to flee a country in recent times. Fleeing a war or a revolution is not the same as trying to change your own history or identity. And accepting a different culture does not preclude keeping your heritage. We are who we are. And many of us came to America thinking that this land of opportunity wouldn't discriminate against us just because we happened to speak a language they'd never heard. Who ever thought that it would be the Americans, not the Iranians (or the Iranian government) that would tell us to forget who we are, where we came from and the language we speak?

And before you tell me to go back to my country: I was born here. This is my country as much as it is yours. I take my duty to vote more seriously than a great number of 5^th generation "Americans." I get involved in the political process. I learn as much as I can about this country's history. I do my best to be a good, well rounded American citizen. And if I choose to speak Armenian, it is my prerogative. After all, it's a free country.

Welcome...

Here we go again.

I often find myself infuriated by things that go on around me. But more infuriating than the senseless actions of ignorant people are the ignorant comments, postings, writings, and publications of these people.

I have made several attempts at blogging my thoughts - since blogging is an easy way to reach large numbers of people. But unfortunatley, I've had a hard time being consistent in my postings.

So, here I am again... one more try to explain how things look from where I stand.

Dang-it Ani

GOD DAMNIT ANI!!!

Ani Amirkhanian is DEFINTELY NOT one of the sharpest tools in the shed. Either that or she intentionally likes to put very stupid articles in the glendale news press for the sake of garnering support from the non-Armenian community. Either way, she's on my bad side. And if you're related to her... or are friends with her... or whatever else... well, I DONT CARE. Look, when you can barely get a job as a reporter (sorta - i think she's part time) for the GNP, maybe you should turn to something else - like, say, MCDONALDS.

Goddamnit. For those who don't follow the GNP or don't remember from my previous posts, she has continuously pigeon-holed the Armenian community into narrow stereotypes. The readership of the GNP are already (for a large part) racist individuals who see the GNP as a forum to vent thier frustrations towards the Armenian community. Ani fuels the fire. Once, she put out a 3 part series in her column, "Writing the Right" aboud Parska Hyes, Beiruta Hyes, and Hyastancis. If you consider yourself one of the three - imagine every stereotype (good and bad) people could make about you being printed in the paper and taken as gospel by the ignorant. The editor of the GNP once told me, "We like Ani, she tells us about the Armenian community" - no, she f***in doesnt - when she goes around bad mouthing hayastancis and talks about how parska hyes are the very wealthy ones and everyone envies them - or whatever other BS she said, well, she's not the best mouthpiece.

So, recently she wrote a column (btw, her columns consist of 30 one-sentence paragraphs - because she can't write!) talking about how there was some stubborn kid in her Armenian saturday school who was "forced" to be there by his parents and he didn't like learning Armenian and refused to speak it in class.

Now, how many of you remember Armenian saturday school - how many of you LOVED being there on gorgeous Saturday mornings (and missing cartoons)? How many of you can't read and write and regret that you didn't pay more attention in class? Ya, because as we get older, we understand the value of keeping some of your heritage. Are there people who don't want to learn it/speak it... OF COURSE and thats their choice and I'm fine with that? And are there Armenians who speak Armenian in public - where its probably rude? Yes, just like people in law school speak German when I'm in the elevator with them - should i go around saying Germans are a-holes? Of course not.

So, the fallout of her column, as expected, was that a bunch of people gave her major kudos for pointing out the problems of the Armenian community. (Someone actually wrote that waiters should speak English to elderly people who don't speak english because it will help the elderly learn English - ya, well, i think its rude for someone to speak english to my grandma when they CAN speak to her in Armenian!!!)

Here was the most recent letter:
Pressures on child indicative of problem

The column written by Ani Amirkhanian ("Some opt out of culture," Writing the Right, Saturday) about the Armenian student who was chastised for wanting to speak English and wanting to integrate himself into the culture that he and his family have adopted was a telling sign of the times in Glendale.

I found the article spelled out exactly why the majority of Armenians who have fled Armenia and chosen to live in the U.S. and particularly Glendale was because their country could not provide them with the benefits that we appreciate and cherish as vital to our culture. To chastise, single out, and pressure a child to not speak the language of the country he has adopted exemplifies the reason why the Armenian community is having great difficulty being accepted by those of us who understand what there is to offer in this country.

If I had to flee my country and take up residence in another country I would fully expect that I would need to accept the culture and fit into the society of my new home.

TIM RAGUS

Glendale


I hate to break it to this moron, but knowing many languages is as great as playing the violin or piano - and similarly, no 8 year old wants to do it! Moreover, WE FUCKING CAME TO AMERICA TO KEEP OUR HERITAGE TO SOME DEGREE... thats why so many of our parents shyed away from Europe - because they were told that in Europe, people MUST assimiliate! goddman ignorant bastards make me furious... can you tell???