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Natasha Powers - Able to Breathe.

Online Classes

I keep seeing comments all over my classmates' blogs and the discussion board about difficulty people are having with the online class. Whenever I read this stuff I wonder what could make it a smoother process for everyone?

I know when I first went into the Blackboard thingee, I was totally confused. I didn't know what anything was, where anything was, what was correct, etc. I must have played around with it for about an hour before I finally discovered what was actually going on. I just had to click on everything and analyze it all.

One of the reasons I think it is so screwy is because Blackboard is screwy. It really is not a very streamlined system, and it is too easy to get lost or miss something. I heard a rumour that Triton is not going to use Blackboard anymore, which I think would be AWESOME if they used another system.

Another thing is that it is a freshman class and this is most likely most everyone's first online class and no one knows what to expect. I am sure there are some who have decided there is no way in hell they will ever take an online class again. I personally enjoy it. But I am a laptop junkie. And a blog junkie and a writing junkie. :) So I guess it's suitable for me.

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I commented Jasmine Smith's "Trust Issue."

Jobs will only become more and more obsolete

Guess what? More than likely, your job will soon be eliminated. Maybe not necessarily within the time that you are working that job, but in the future, most jobs will be obsolete. Technology is just continuing to grow at an exponential rate and computers are taking over jobs. Here are some of the jobs that, in my opinion, will never become obsolete:

- IT people. All the technology we keep using will always break and need fixing. This is probably the most promising of all future careers.

- ID people. Industrial designers, that is. People are going to keep creating stuff, and are going to keep needing people to help them figure out how to make it.

- Business managers. For some reason, Americans have this weird hierarchy obsession, and there always has to be a boss of a boss of a boss’s boss. That is just a part of business politics that I don’t think is going away anytime soon.

- Celebrities. Come on, you really think people will stop over-caring about what is going on with Britney Spears? No way. It is only going to get worse. And it is very easy to become a celebrity now. Just watch out for the next latest reality TV filming in your local area.

- Psychiatrists. Everyone loves psychiatrists, and everyone wants to be one. They give you legal drugs that make you feel good, and they tell you that all your worries are okay and normal because you are a tortured soul ever since childhood. I think about 45% of the people I have ever met and asked what they are majoring in say psychology. Good thing most everyone in the world is crazy.

- Pharmaceutical people. Maybe I am wrong about this one, but it seems to me that the drug industry has the world by its balls. And people love their drugs. People trust drugs more than they trust doctors – which is why doctors isn’t on this list. This will be the only industry that seems to somehow still run on brain dead human labor in auto-pilot mode.

I think the future is pretty bleak as far as jobs go, and this recession is only the beginning. I think it will be full of humungous businesses and self-employed entrepreneurs. Most people will do work involving technology or human feel-good stuff. There won’t be much that doesn’t involve comfort or convenience. Soon, computers will take all that over. If you don’t have REAL talent, REAL skills (answering phones is not a skill) or REAL strong ideas, you will be swallowed up into the pit of dumb consumers who contribute nothing. This is how humans will need to evolve in order to survive the artificial intelligence era. We will simply need to become more intelligent.

Oddly enough.... the weird dreams continue.

This is strange. This was the worst dream I have had in a long time. But it reminds me of the Marisa Tomei dream. I wonder what is going on in my head???

This dream was seriously terrifying.

I was up on some balcony hanging out with my mom. It was cold and kinda foggy, just like in the Marisa Tomei dream. We were eating some kind of snack chatting about stuff. In my dream, this was our everyday thing that we did all the time. I suppose I had just gotten a brand new Guess watch to go with the new Guess coat I got (in real life I really did get a new Guess coat but not a watch), when suddenly, I got all paralyzed. I couldn't talk or move. I couldn't really think either. I wanted to tell my mom that I was feeling weird, but I couldn't. I didn't panic, instead I felt like I was just thinking and moving much slower. My mom was saying something and I wasn't responding, but she was not concerned. She must have thought I was just being my strange self, or staring into space or something. After a minute or so I was able to finally say really slowly, "I think something is wrong with me..." She then walked all casually over to the balcony railing and confidently said, "Nothing is wrong with you..." I knew she was going to start saying something about her own personal philosophy about why I think something is wrong with me and she hopped up to sit on the edge of the railing. I knew then that she was going to fall. And she did. She fell about 3 stories and I heard her screaming. I saw her crash onto the sidewalk and she was still screaming and crying. I started getting hysterical and knew I didn't have my cell phone on me to call 911. I started running down the stairs to her, but I knew I would need a phone. I grabbed her purse and figured I'd use her phone. I ran all the way down so so so fast, screaming "NO! NO! MOMMY!!" She was laying on the sidewalk, I could see that she couldn't breathe. I dug through her phone and told her I was going to call 911, but I didn't see her phone in her purse. I told her I was going to go get the phone in the house, but she just looked at me, not breathing, and hugged me. I said "No no no my mommy-mom no! I love you!"

That was it. It reminded me of how I was unable to save Marisa Tomei in that dream before.

This is the saddest dream ever.

Hiiii....

School is starting to get more difficult and busy and so is work. My brain is just learning to death and feels like mush. I am super busy. And I am starting to get sick. I think it may be the weather because a lot of people in my math class seemed out of it today too. Not sure if it is the weather or the busy-ness. I don't even feel like I have any creative energy in me this week. Thank goodness I am going to Petoskey this weekend. It will be great to have such a break. 4 freakin days!!!!! WOO HOO!!!! I don't even know what to write about. I am eating chicken noodle soup because I feel sick. I am very tired and drained. It hurts my brain to try and think nonsense right now. This is Jenny's brain on overdrive. I got a new coat and I really like my new laptop. I think I may have to write another blog post if I want to get any kind of decent grade for it. This sucks. So, any questions?

Have a nice day.

Strange dream

I had a very odd dream last night. It was actually a series of dreams. In the first part, I had some kind of date with my dad. He was going to take me to this really awesome restaurant, which my grandma also recommended after talking with her in the dream. Then Dad and I were going to some kind of show. This is weird because my dad and I never do this sort of thing. EVER! I was really excited about it and I was kind of acting like a little kid about it. I got all dressed up. When he arrived I said, “Daddy!” He was wearing a really really REALLY weird outfit. Jeans, AND a JEAN SKIRT, AND some kind of white dress that was kind of manly, but had some sort of macramé or crocheted fringe, and a black sweatshirt over it. I looked at his outfit and thought, because of the white dress part, that my dad is becoming closer to God. (weird) And also that he must be considering this a special occasion. He wasn’t dressed like a woman, it just came off to me as some - maybe traditional or somehow cultural - masculine formal garb. Either way, it was all very unlike my dad. So we left and drove in the car down the highway. I looked out the car and in the lane coming the opposite direction, I saw a green SUV (that looked a lot like our old family SUV from when I was younger) lose control and flip over upside-down. I said, “WOW! Did you see that?!” Dad didn’t seem surprised or impressed. At some point, we got out of the car and started walking down the highway with a bunch of other people. I guess this was just the way to the restaurant. On the way, some blond young guy was asking people for a light for a cigarette. He was being rather rude about it, and the guys in front of us ignored him. My dad handed him a lighter, but the guy shook his head and ordered him to light it for him. He did, and I said to the guy, “No please?” The guys in front said, “Yeah really, no please or thank you, nothing!” We then walked through an underpass where there were a bunch of African American street vendors. Most of them were selling jewelry, with their sets sprawled out on a towel on the ground. One girl, whose set was off to the side, was crying an spewing apologies to what appeared to be a dead body laying in front of her. I was startled and thought her friend had just died and she needed help. But I realized it was only a doll, not a dead body, and I thought the doll must represent a friend of hers that died some time ago, and she was sorry to her that she wasn’t able to sell any of their jewelry. There were 2 other girls with a set more up front, more accessible to the herd of people walking. I thought, now that is where that crying girl should move her set. But then I wondered if any of them ever sell anything at all.

Weird! I am, for once, kind of unsure what it means! Any thoughts?