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In the Studio
So I'm writing this on Sunday, September 5, at 12:30 in the morning as my radio show, "The Bro Show" has it's premier showing. Wait, wouldn't it be a listening? I don't know. Anyway, things are frantic here at WTBU, The BEAT of Boston University. Broadcasting live at 89.3 FM or 640 AM...
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Dead and Not So Gone
Late nights under the sky during this past summer left a lot of time to reflect on metaphysical problems that don’t have any real impact on us or society. However, sometimes they can help us internally and give us a little inner peace. The latest thought experiment I have deals with a kind of...
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Summer Roundup
Hey Culture Shock Readers! Do you guys feel left out because you forgot to check Culture Shock during the summer? Are you a new freshmen or transfer student and are just finding us? Well if so, here are five posts from the summer that are a good starting point for you to check out! Poland- The Nation of Strength- Allison teaches us about her Polish cooking and gives us some history from the country! Born Into Fortune- George talks about how lucky we are to be in the developed world. Thoughts on the “Ground Zero Mosque”- An anonymous writer gives us some things to think about concerning the Islamic Center being built in New York. The Reluctant Graduate- Monica helps talk about the bittersweet feeling from graduating a year early. Embrace Your Inner Dork- Eric nerds out...
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An Interview with BU Alum Mark Rosewater, Head Designer of Magic The Gathering
Boston University has a great legacy and community of success. With alumni in almost every corner of the world and in almost every profession, you never know who you may have that community with. As a kid, I grew up playing this card game called Magic, The Gathering (yes I'm a nerd). Part of...
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Taboo
I return to Boston with a tattoo confirmed and a consultation meeting planned. The naysayers dislike it not for the design, or the irrational decision making (I have sat on the idea for a year), or even for the actual process of inking my body, but only because of the stigmas surrounding...
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Platform Revelations
Aug 25th
Editor’s Note: Tino Bratbo is originally from New Jersey, and is a sophomore in CAS. He is majoring in linguistics and psychology, with a particular interest in Middle Eastern and Indian languages.
Whatever happened to experiencing? Personal growth and introspection?
My generation is now so comfortable with the internet, practically having been born in a computer chair, that we substitute actual experience with Google searches.
You know those older movies (you might not, because anything made before karate kid is just ridiculous- and let’s face it, even karate kid is only acceptable because of the recent remake) where the guy, or gal, is standing at the subway platform of some random city in some random country, and he looks like he just had a profound personal revelation? I feel like that doesn’t happen anymore. Sure, there are still movers and shakers out there, explorers. But in the end, I feel like most people would rather Google ‘platform + revelation’ than actually experience it.
Perhaps I have high expectations. I spent my childhood constantly moving, and my formative years in 3 different countries. I have had my share of platform revelations. And they are amazing, and I want more of them. And perhaps I am being hypocritical, talking about my generation’s dependence on the internet, as I blog about this idea.
But it is a shame. As much as I use the internet, and as much of a fan I am of reading (whether it is internet, kindle, or the archaic media of the paperback book), they are no substitute for experiential learning. Going out and experiencing the world. I feel like even a late-night trip to the movies with friends doesn’t happen anymore. Why bother going to the cinema when you can stay on your couch and watch the latest movies on your droid (and simultaneously IM your friends your opinion of said movie)?
And I’m not saying I don’t understand it. I, too, grew up with the internet, and god knows my laptop is on from dawn to dusk. But what happens whenever you find comfort in something, especially something as vast and versatile as the internet, is that you lose your ability to be spontaneous. And I fall victim to it as well. I seriously consider not studying abroad because I don’t know how much internet access I will have. and god forbid a friend texts me to hang out at 10 at night, ’cause I’ll be at home, firmly ensconced in my couch watching Gilmore Girls with the world at my fingertips as the laptop rests in my lap. It’s a comfortable position. Secure. And going out and experiencing something new, something with which you are not familiar is suddenly not as appealing anymore.
But it is vastly important. It is in those situations that you find out what you’re made of- who you are, as cliché as it sounds. And the best part is, eventually you become confident in whom you are, and as you continue to experience new things, and encounter unfamiliar situations, you are able to handle it better and enjoy it more. You get to define yourself by the experiences you have had, and not the blogs that you have saved in your ‘favorites.’ but it does require getting up and closing that laptop. And the more insight I gain on how little insight I’m gaining from Google, the more motivated I am becoming to go out and experience my world. And I think everyone should do that. Go out and have your own platform revelations. You need them. And, if you do allow yourself the guilty pleasure of blogging about them, I won’t hold it against you. As long as you had them in the first place. I’ll see you out there.
Look, a Latino Superhero!
Aug 24th
The Superhero is a uniquely American genre, one descended from the various folklore’s and mythologies the many people of America brought to this country. While the core, big names in comics haven’t really changed over the years, the number of lesser known comics and the mythology of the world has expanded to include much more than the standard hero and allow the diversification of the cast in the books. Awesome, we love the diversity and new characters. Of course, throughout time, minorities have made their way into comics, particularly the Marvel universe. Heroes such as The Black Panther, Storm, Luke Cage (the Original Power Man), Captain America’s sidekick the Falcon, the Vampire-hunter Blade and the former avenger Goliath represent the ever growing African American contingency in comics, Amadeus Cho and numerous X-men are Asians, and Ronin and the Silver Fox are Native American.
Visibly missing in the above list of races is a Latino lead. Until very recently, there is no title in the Marvel repertoire that is headlined by a Latino hero. To my surprise, I’m flipping through the pages of Shadowland: Power Man, I suddenly find myself reading a Spanish dialogue (they actually used Spanish in the comic! They never do that!) and discover that the new Power Man is truly Victor Hernan Alvarez, a local of Spanish Harlem and the newest Hero for Hire. Now, after one issue we don’t know very much about this character’s background, his nationality (half Dominican!), we do know he was a native of Hell’s Kitchen before its take over by Daredevil.
So this is very exciting for me. We finally have a hero who seems important (his own mini series!) and he even has Luke Cage’s old moniker. Maybe Editor in Chief Joe Quesada, a Cuban American, has finally come around and noticed the apparent lack in Latino’s in Marvel’s mythology, one firmly planted in New York City for over sixty years. It’s always refreshing to see a new face, and I hole-heartedly welcome the new addition to the marvel storyline.
Thoughts on the “Ground Zero Mosque”
Aug 23rd
Welcome to a series from Culture Shock, Be Younonymous. Here, anonymous members of the BU community contribute their stories from campus life and beyond under the condition of complete secrecy. Have a story? e-mail it to Beyounonymous@bucultureshock.com . We’ll take it to our servers’ graves.
The controversy surrounding the “Ground Zero Mosque” has been receiving a great deal of media attention this summer, especially in New York City. Being a New Yorker, it has been literally impossible to avoid seeing coverage of it on television, in the papers, and on the internet. I thought I would share some of my personal reflections on the heated debate that has ignited around this issue (this would be a good time to take a moment and catch up on the issue. I recommend the articles written by Time Magazine and the New York Times.)
It seems like the criticism of this proposed cultural center is founded on the politicization of a number of things that should, for the sake of the families of the victims murdered on 9/11, never be subject to it. A review of the articles written by critics of the center, as well as interviews given by them, gives me this basic idea of their claim: The idea of building a mosque near Ground Zero is an insult to the memory of what occurred there, and to the families of those murdered there, because it will espouse the very ideology that caused the tragic attacks. Given the politicized nature of the statement, it needs to be looked at in piecemeal.
Firstly, the critics of the mosque, and by critics I mean those politicians and organizations that have taken up a side in this debate that they hope will further their aims, are very particular about using the term “mosque.” The basic definition of a mosque is simple: it is a place of prayer for Muslims, an Islamic church, if you will. Unfortunately, the vocal opponents of the Cordoba Center are using the word in such a way that one gets the feeling they want you to hear “headquarters” or “attack planning center.” This association is viciously crafted to fear-monger, and belies the reality of both the Cordoba Center and what a mosque is. A cursory look through the articles on the matter will show that the planned center will be a multi-story community meeting place with a swimming pool, art galleries, libraries, and office rooms from which to coordinate events and outreach. Of course, as an Islamic center, it will also include an area for Muslims to pray. So calling it a “mosque,” with the meaning intended by the critics (that meaning being: dingy basement somewhere in the dark recesses of the city where the next 9/11 is being plotted), is simply incorrect. What is more disappointing, in my opinion, is that the reality of a mosque has been smeared by this debate. Mosques have always been beautiful places for the community, as can be attested to by the many amazing mosques spread throughout the Muslim world, and their history. So maybe the Cordoba Center can be considered a mosque, but only when one knows what a mosque really is. Unfortunately, some want to use the fact that mosques were involved in planning an attack by fringe extremists to inform the public’s idea of mosques in general.
The second point to delve into is the idea that, by being a place that will allow others to learn about Islam, this center is desecrating Ground Zero, since Islam is the ideology that caused the attacks. Again, one can see a clearly particular and politically motivated usage of terminology here. A few media sources have already pointed out the fact that there are stores that sell pornography in the area, yet this does not seem to have been considered a “desecration.” But the specific issue here, as is clear from the words of the opponents, is the teaching of Islam at this center. Islamophobia, the baseless fear and suspicion of anything having to do with Islam and Muslims (a good article on the topic written by Georgetown University professor John Esposito can be read here), has blurred the vision of these critics, who can no longer distinguish between the rhetoric of a small cabal of extremists and militants, and the attempts being made by the majority of mainstream Muslims to propagate a purified understanding of their religion. No one can undo the association of terrorism with Islam; the terrorists, aided by aspects of our media, have made it impossible. But one can appreciate and benefit from places where Islam’s mainstream understanding is taught, standing opposed to the skewed interpretations of militants (see Time’s profile of the imam behind the project). Is this not, then, an honor to Ground Zero? The presence of a place that will engender understanding and push for interfaith dialogue and friendship, so close to the location of a tragedy brought about by the exact opposite of those ideals, should be welcomed. Many have understood this point and thrown their support behind the Cordoba Center, including New York City’s mayor Michael Bloomberg and Massachusetts’s governor Deval Patrick.
The final, and in my opinion most abhorrent, aspect of this issue is the politicization of the grieving 9/11 families themselves. Their pain is something only they really understand, and they deserve our compassion and respect. Know that the families that lost loved ones on September 11th are not the people being addressed in this piece. This is a discussion of the underhanded propagandizing that is being carried out by politicians that stir the grief of these families to their own ends. And even in this stirring of their grief, one can see a clear politically motivated selectiveness. A couple simple questions arise: what of the Muslims that lost loved ones? How do they feel seeing their religion run into the ground as it tries to fend off the militancy and extremism that killed their own? This use of grieving families, in my opinion, is the worst thing to come out of this entire debate.
I believe I’ve made my opinion clear. I welcome the Cordoba Center, and anxiously look forward to its completion. I hope that it will act as a conduit through which followers of all religions, ideologies, and philosophies will be able to meet and interact in a constructive way. I also view it as one of the few legitimate strikes against terrorism to be made since the beginning of the global “War on Terror.” Terrorism is an ideology, and can only be defeated on the battlefield of ideologies, our minds and hearts. In that light, this center is a more fitting redemption for the lives lost on that tragic day than any military action.
HELLO READER! WE ARE CULTURE SHOCK AND WE’RE HERE TO MAKE YOUR MIND EXPLODE!!!
Aug 20th
One! Two! One! Two! Three! Four! *cue really awesome jam session with wicked hooks and bass lines as mental background music* Readers, I had two awesome experiences today. I had my first real jam session ever and I saw Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. Let’s tackle the jam session, or “sess” as it’s called in the business/”biz”, first. I’ve been playing guitar on and off for many years now but I was never big on practicing because I would get bored playing guitar alone. To remedy this problem, I convinced my friend and his mother to let him take drum lessons. My plan had succeeded or so I thought. Though my friend did indeed take up the drums, he never really got into the whole “let’s make a band” idea. Bummskies, right? Right. He eventually went onto play as a bass drummer in the drum line at our high school but alas, we never really go to rock out for whatever reason.
Well earlier this week my dad, who is reading this (Hi Dad), asked if I’d consider loaning my electric guitar to our church’s youth group while I was in college. Now you may be thinking, “Eric! Don’t do it! You need it in Boston to rock out with!” I actually hope at least one person thought something like that. Anyway, fear not because I have an electrified acoustic guitar I bring to Boston with me. I can still play to my heart’s content and life is good. So I go to my church today to give it to the youth group and I watch them rehearse for a bit and they’re decent enough for a group consisting of an electric guitar, drums, keyboard, tuba, piano, trombone, and a maraca. Very eclectic, I know. As I watch them rehearse, it doesn’t really look to me like any of them are genuinely excited to be there and no offense to Christian music, but I don’t blame them. There is some good Christian music like Five Iron Frenzy or Relient K but the stuff they’re playing is so PC and cookie cutter, I am yawning while watching. I’m more than thrilled that these kids have another outlet for their musical abilities and that they get to playing something other than the music in band/orchestra, but I can’t help but wish they could really cut loose.
Their rehearsal finished, I offered to help move stuff back down from the sanctuary to our youth lounge/cave. In my year absence they’d installed a stage of sorts in a corner. Needless to say, my drummer friend and I took full advantage of the opportunity. As you’ve already been informed, I have never full out jammed prior to this point. Click, BUZZZ, red light. The amp is on, the guitar is plugged in. Jack up the volume. Crash, crash, thump, thump, bam, bam! Ready to go, ready to rock. I don’t know where to start so I just go into some chord progressions I know and a second later in come the drums. Musical magic! I can’t hear a thing I’m playing and my quarter for a pick plan isn’t the best but I’m having the time of my life nonetheless. We just keep going, feet tapping, hands flying, music is born. There is just a perfect fit between drums and guitar it can’t be explained. My hands run up and down the neck of my red Fender, switching between rock, punk, blues, and pop. My drummer friend keeps up no real problems except when I suddenly switch tempo, but a second later he’s good. I play and play, not hearing what I’m producing over his drums but I figure it’s probably right and sounds decent enough. I can hear my song that would make no sense of paper coming together, lyrics writing in my heard, is this what it’s always like or am I just experiencing a one time deal? My youth pastor loves it, my dad loves it, my head pastor……not so much. He’s old school and boring, he doesn’t appreciate the “noise” but you know what? I don’t care, I’ve reached a new level of mind expansion.
Now for Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. This movie is awesome. Like, awesome awesome. I realize that Ebert’s review is probably less kind and more eloquent than mine but I
honestly cannot find anything about this movie I didn’t enjoy. Even Michael Cera, who I’m not a huge fan of, was great. He’s still that awkward, nerdy, innocent child like character for the vast majority of it, but he’s genuinely funny at times and his fight scenes are incredible. To top all that off, the soundtrack is mind-blowing. It’s got some of the best rock/punk I’ve heard in a long time. Now to summarize while still being as vague as possible so one of my editors doesn’t commit murder, Scott Pilgrim falls for this girl named Ramona Flowers and they start dating. As such Scott must now defeat her seven evil ex’s. Chaos ensues, tons of characters, funny writing and situations, and of course crazy video game style fights. The fights are easy to follow and make your eyes feel like they’re watching Pokemon on steroids, but it’s all worth it. To top it all off, the love story is legitimately good. You actually care about what happens to Scott and Ramona and the story progresses. If you’re into fun, imagination filled, ADD inducing, indie-esc flicks, you’ll really enjoy this movie. This movie manages to make even Toronto look cool (I jest, much love Canada).
As Neal Mowead once said, “I feel like I’m rambling, which is generally a cue to end the post.” If I’ve learned anything today from my jam session and Scott Pilgriming, it’s this: life always has a million new experiences waiting for you. Some serious, some silly. Never turn one down, it may just open your mind some more. Go to a movie, go to a concert, meet new people! The next thing could be the best thing ever and trump your last best thing ever. Alright that’s enough spazzing for one post. THANK YOU CULTURE SHOCK! GOODNIGHT!
We Can Make Them Better. We Have the Technology.
Aug 18th
A common recurring topic on Sportscenter over the past couple months begs the question, should instant replay be expanded into baseball?
Short answer: Abso-freakin-lutely!
Consider my case. ESPN just released that MLB umpires encounter, on average, 1.3 close calls per game. A simple solution is to give one opportunity for review to each team per 9 innings of baseball. Yes, this idea does sound similar to challenges in football. I don’t see Sportscenter relaying story after story about people fuming over problems with that system of play. So, let’s do it!
Those who disagree with this fix generally fall into one of two categories: those who maintain that challenges in baseball will taint the tradition and luster of the game, and those that believe that, just like in football, a penalty should be enforced for challenges that are not turned over.
For those that say reviews in baseball will only diminish the magic of America’s pastime: it won’t! Think about it. We already have instant replay to decide if balls are home runs or doubles off the wall. Even with this set into place, I still sat dumbfounded during the All Star Game this season as black and white image of the greats of yesterday trotted the bases. I still fantasized about watching my children, in turn, feel what I was feeling as they see scenes of Albert Pujols, Ryan Howard, Derek Jeter and so on. The game will still be beautiful.
In addition, the game has been through so much more than any consequence this current debate will create. There’s been the Player’s Union strike in the 1990’s, betting on the game, and of course the big Kahuna of them all, the use of steroids. Sure, all of these fiascos stole some dignity from the game, but I can guarantee that video review will in no way become as monumental in baseball history. I even feel so compelled as to say that after one season of using video review, if it’s passed, we will all forget this whole ordeal.
I think just about everyone will agree that any penalty enforced upon a baseball team is too severe. Whether it be a strike, an extra base or an out punishing a failed challenge, it’s all just too harsh. What’s nice about video review challenges in baseball is that the umpires are already so good at their jobs. Like I said before, there are only 1.3 close calls per game. Within those 1.3 per game, the umpires were wrong only 20% of the time. A proper penalty for using your one allowed challenge? You can no longer use any challenges! Coaches will have to ask themselves if this one call is THE close call worth wasting a challenge on.
The end result is fewer (of course, I know not all blown calls will be fixed with this method) blown calls by umpires that change the entire outcome of a game. Or as it was with Armando Galarraga, the outcome of history.
I’m excited to defend my opinion against anyone else’s. Let me know your views as well!
Through the Grapevine
Aug 17th
You come across Emmitt Smith giving his Hall of Fame Induction Speech while flipping through the channels and hear him say:
I am, I am, I am now the all-time leading rusher. Wow, what an honor.
It is a fair statement to make because he is, in fact, the all-time leading rusher, but MAYBE a non-Cowboy’s fan
may think otherwise. Maybe that person thinks Emmitt sounds a little arrogant, turns off the TV, and tells people Emmitt’s speech was horrible.
In context, however, Emmitt was paying homage to his mentor, Walter Payton:
At the age of 21, I already knew what I needed to do in order to make my mark. I wanted to become the all-time leading rusher. I knew Walter Payton was one of the best to have ever played the game, and I wanted to achieve that level of greatness.
He established an insurmountable record to shoot for. He was the prototype for me as a champion athlete and running back. He had my size, he was my build. He had a heart that said, I can achieve, I will achieve, I will be successful.
Now here I am standing at the same podium he did, being inducted into the 2010 Hall of Fame. And you know what, I am, I am, I am now the all-time leading rusher. Wow, what an honor.
And that is how rumors get started and hate is spread. One person accidentally takes something out of context and spreads his opinion. Then, more people continue to spread it without any knowledge of the primary source. Next thing you know, an entire group of people thinks ill of Emmitt when he actually gave a gracious speech. But don’t take my word for it: watch it for yourself.
OR submit to my bias and read his closing remarks:
Before closing, I would like to share one final story with you. Some time ago I had an older person come up to me and he said, Do you know who is the greatest running back out of Pensacola that nobody has ever seen?
Well, I played in the National Football League and I had accomplished quite a bit. I thought perhaps he was talking about me. However, he went on to explain, your father was a heck of a running back. This was a revelation to me. Of course, I knew my father had played ball, but I never knew he was that good.
Now fast forward in time to February the 6th, the day before Super Bowl XXXXIV there we were, my father and I sitting together. When he turned to me and said, Son, I am so proud of you, I had dreams of doing what you’re doing, but my mom got sick and I never did get a chance to go to college. He said, You’re living my dreams, you’re living my dream. And all I could think about was, I’m living your dream, I’m fulfilling my dream, and I’m fulfilling God’s purpose for my life.
Now when I go into the hall today, I’m not going in alone. You see, I’m carrying my grandfather, I’m carrying my father, and I’m carrying my son along with me because I bear all of their names.






