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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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The Yucca Flower
Aug 2nd
As I was hiking through White Sands in New Mexico, I stumbled upon an interesting flower. Their wood-like structure made them seem as if a master carpenter had carved them rather than nature itself.
My fascination increased when I learned that I was looking at the Yucca Flower, the state flower of New Mexico.
I hear ‘Yucca’ and I immediately think of nuclear waste, toxic chemicals, Mr. Yuk Stickers, warning, and danger. When I learned that the beautiful flower’s name was one that conjures negative qualities in my mind, I began to wonder if I would have held it in the same esteem had I learned its name before seeing it.
To what extent do names and labels impair judgment?
Living the American Nightmare
Jul 28th

Meet the millions of immigrants who travel each year to our land for a better life- or Public Enemy #1, according to the state of Arizona.
I’m pretty sure a lot of people have heard about what’s going on in Arizona. If you haven’t do a quick Google search and fill yourself in nicely, with arguments with both sides, please. (I have included a couple of links below-not enough, just a few)
Now, I’ll continue.
It was on a plane to Miami that I came across a story on CNN that brought me to tears. It’s story of one family’s struggle to establish themselves as hard-working Americans, who out of fear of deportation, threats, and bankruptcy; they must now leave their home of almost twenty years. Now I don’t usually cry watching cable news (although Larry King is scary looking and Nancy Grace looks like a deranged shark out for blood a la “Jaws” style), but this story brought a twenty-year-old in mid-flight to sniffles. There’s something precious about the American Dream-the idea that you can work your way to a better life for you and your family. Hard work=success.
To me, that Dream is sacred-it’s what TRULY founded this country. Colonist came here to work, not to vacation, own mansions, or blow their earnings in a consumerist culture gone rabid. They came to work the ground, fight the unknown, and set up shop for their culture and Crown. Hell, immigrants nowadays just want a driver’s license and health insurance-such underachievers. Did I mention those predecessors also brought other humans to do the work for them, against their will? This is the stuff employee of the month was made for. I’ll stop the sarcasm for a moment…
In short, my point #1: our country was founded by workers. Not monarchs, popes, or invading tribes of Visigoths-your average European bloke trying to earn a couple of coins to send back to the wife and kids or to save up for a hand in marriage. The American Dream is that you can work yourself to a better situation. I believe that should be open to anyone who makes that pilgrimage; Pilgrims of all eras included.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
But one coastal landmass wasn’t enough. We claimed (i.e. stole) this territory from sea to shiny sea. We stole from natives and yes, our neighbors to the south once claimed California and a few bordering states their home turf. Well, it must have driven map makers in the president’s cabinet crazy that there was such unevenness in an otherwise pristine, yet unique shape of land mass. So it was taken from under the inhabitants’ feet, faster and far more violent than any eviction notice.
Point #2: This land isn’t our land. History has shown that lands can change owners time and time again, sometimes faster than the average person changes clothes. What brings Americans together is not land, its commonality. It can be over sports, religion, politics, or even TV shows. I am from one state, you another, and our friend yet some other, but we all share some experience alike. With that we relate to one another. State lines can change, but we are a part of a United States of America.
Cut to more modern days. Birth Control and refrigerators were all the rage, and many Americans went to the Drive Ins to catch the latest double feature. But wait, make sure you file to bathrooms that are not only separated by sex, but segregated by race. Feeling uncomfortable, yet? It’s not the big bouffant on your head, it’s Jim Crow laws. In case you forgot, because chances are you weren’t born yet, second class citizenship was legally protected by our government as late as the late-sixties. There’s a whole slew of laws that segregated races from each other, some include colorfully named ordinances like the Asian Exclusion Act and Japanese American Internment. This country already has a beautifully long list of race-driven declarations; let’s leave them there. Stop adding discriminating legislation that only serves to hurt people and leave scars of resentment for generations after. That’s right-human beings. Not Marvin the Martian, E.T., or Chewbacca under the guise of “illegal immigrants,” these are people with families we’re talking about here. Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer (name drop!) won votes over claiming it was a safety measure against the drug cartels. Wow, way to stereotype here, just like when Southern politicians scared white voters to vote Jim Crow laws into rule lest black men marry their daughters. The scandal: scare tactics haven’t changed much in over a hundred years.
Point # 3: Racist is Racist is Racist. Call it by any other name: protection, nationalism, or state pride-it is still the same. Manure is poop is crap. The first is merely a polite way to describe a fertilizer preference. Protection from criminal drug cartels is merely a logical mean of self preservation. Poop is the layman’s term for excrement and stereotyping immigrants to drug dealers is propaganda. Crap is the more vulgar of terms for the last two synonyms, and isolating and persecuting a group of people based on unsound evidence or suspicion is unjust in EVERY sense of the word. Case in point: it’s all bullshit to me.
There are now millions of modern-day pilgrims who won’t get the chance to make the memories or dare to dream lest they risk deportation. This recent law has effectively exterminated that chance for millions in Arizona. In its place, something much more sinister nature has set in. Embitter and betrayed, hundreds of thousands of people have packed their belongings and headed for the border of anywhere that doesn’t look like it would be America’s next top racist state. The political leaders won’t represent you, and the entities sent to serve and protect are now your hunters. I wish these kinds of terrors only stayed in “The Twilight Zone.”
What we’ve created in Arizona is the American nightmare. Stigmatized for being different, persecuted for speaking another language. No matter how hard these people work, they will never have the chance to work themselves out of poverty, have social security, earn an education, or even the chance to enter the white collar workspace. We are creating a new segregation, a new slavery system.
It’s already happening. Immigrants without papers are forced to look for illegitimate jobs. They are exploited in their position, and there is nothing they can do about it. They can’t sue, because they’ll be reported. They can’t take it to their boss, because they will get deported. They can’t unionize in order to demand fair wages, because the company will report on their own workers and their families at home and merely recruit fresh blood from the border once more.
I don’t know about you, but I’d like my children to be proud of their heritage. I’m paraphrasing a BU Alum here, but I’d like my kids to live in a society where color didn’t matter. I’d like to road trip with my friends one day and not be asked to step out of the car because the last name on my license reads “Castillo.” I would like to see my father not get pulled aside while going through airport security because he shares the same last name and happens to be carrying a laptop. I would like to know that my mother does not always have to carry her U.S. passport while driving home from work. I’d like to see my sister have the same chance at a non-segregated school district where she would get the chance to interact with all kinds of people, regardless of their race or economic background.
Shame on the country that stood by and watched millions of lives ruined. Shame on the people who think by white-washing their communities, they can eradicate crime. Shame on Jan Brewer for turning on her legally registered Latino voters only to send them to a foreign country or to force them to carry legal documents at all times. Shame on law enforcement if they actually pull over drivers for the color of their skin or for picking on non-English speakers.
This shouldn’t be the old days of yesteryear. We have come so far in appreciating the value of a human life. Better health care, better work environment, and better of quality of living has progressed enormously within the past forty years. For some reason, racism still exists. Oh, the target’s changed through the years, from Russian-Americans wrongfully accused of Communism during the Cold War years to the post-9/11 persecution of American Muslims. By hiding the facts behind the mask of an ethnic stereotype boogie man, politicians and war mongers hide the human side to their struggles. Again, immigrants didn’t come to a country that despises foreigners for rest and relaxation. They come to work for their Dream, provide better for their families or to restart their lives in the land of opportunity. They are doing what the first pilgrims did, showing up un-announced to work for money.
People have got to start seeing illegal immigrants for who they really are: people. Just like us, with hopes, dreams, and families too. Only when society begins to re-humanize the people they are persecuting, can acceptance begin.
Until then, stand back and watch yet another episode in the American shit show.
Links
Roger Ebert’s take on another case of racism in Arizona: lightening kid’s faces on a school mural. What better way to tell kids we are all equal by purposefully altering the appearance of classmates. Also at the bottom is possibly one of the worst Fox News interviews I’ve ever heard- folks, that’s saying A LOT.
The Fed Gov. vs. The State of Arizona. If we want to make sure this kind of legalized discrimination stopped with the Civil Rights struggle in the ’60s, it needs to be stopped at the National level. Let’s keep this country free of hate for all.
Arizona Sheriff tells CNN, “It’s opening jobs for U.S. Citizens.” Meet Arizona’s Miss Congeniality 2010!
GOP Remarks on Immigration. It’s not as negative as you think.
Public Service Announcement
Jul 27th
Some people, through the grace of luck or whatever deity you subscribe to, are smooth. Some of you lucky readers out there can walk into a room, light it up, and say some of the funniest stuff I’ve ever heard without skipping a beat. If you are one of these smooth, debonair, James Bond impersonators, please go read a different article. You don’t need to hear what I have to say. Actually, please read the last paragraph.
Are they gone? Good. Now for the rest of you shmucks out there, I have a problem with you. To all of you Steve Urkels, Screech’s, Ron Weasley’s, Lindsay Lohan’s, Snookie’s, and George Costanza’s in the room, please pay attention. Legendary screw ups, alcoholics and people who just don’t get it of the world, please learn to control your shit.
Now as much as the administration may not like my use of cuss words in this article, please know it’s for a point. Those of you who I’m speaking of know who you are. You go to clubs, drink way too much, embarrass your friends, and go home with whatever northeastern guy is desperate enough to take you. Or a judge puts an ankle bracelet on you and you go drink at the MTV movie awards (really?). Or you bust into the house of the woman you like, bust all the dish’s, and exclaim “Did I do that?” Or you propose to a woman, she says yes, and then you inadvertently kill her because you were to cheap to buy envelopes with better glue.
Dang, That’s A Wicked Umpire’s Tan
Jul 26th
Ok sooooo yes, alright. As of late, if you’ve been keeping up with my last couple posts, I’ve been at a loss for words which is really not my style….ever. I have decided to
remedy this issue by doing what I used to do on my own blog that I will not shamelessly plug here —–> I told you I wouldn’t, geez have some faith. Basically my old blogs were me rambling on and on about different things that I’d experienced or thought about that day. Usually these ended up being about four pages of nonsensical craziness involving lists, pictures, elaborate imagery, and random tangents shooting off in every direction. Tis true they were most good times indeed when I wrote that blog but alas, I traded up to this lovely blog. Perhaps, it’s all the pressure that keeps me from just sitting down and writing or perhaps it’s simply that I do not feel as inspired to write while at home like I did when I was at school. It’s a mystery, life is a mystery. Boom! I just laid a truth bomb on you.
I’m sitting on my bed trying to think of all that I’ve done lately and the only thing that comes to mind is work, work, work, and work some more. I have already written a post on my job, an umpire, so I hesitate to speak much about it but perhaps I can morph the basis into a post about jobs in general. Sound good? Awesome. Jobs, for the most part, suck. At least that is the general consensus I’ve heard from my friends from all over. A few really enjoy their jobs and hey, more power to them, but for the vast majority of us, we’re not thrilled with our regular jobs. I don’t like to generalize, but I feel relatively confident on this one. Each and every job has some perks and some hellish qualities as well but money is money and we all need money because unfortunately we are not all spoiled blonde heiresses born into money that they probably don’t appreciate at all. I feel like that previous sentence got a bit spiteful…..
Anyway, I think what is important to remember when we look at our past, present, and future jobs, is not what it took from us but rather what we gained from it and I don’t mean your salary. I’ll use myself as an example. As an umpire, I take more *expletive* than just about anyone I know. Does it get to me? On occasion. Do I let it affect my performance? Never. If I’ve gotten anything from my job over the last seven years (dangggggg that’s a long time in retrospect) it’s an infinite sense of patience, an amazing ability of selective hearing, the ability to stay calm under pressure, great people and leadership skills, and a wicked umpire tan. Think farmers tan but only my brow down to my collar bones and my elbows to my hands. Sexy, right? With the skills I’ve not only obtained but developed, I have become a much more confident in not only who I am but in the face of adversity. Balls and strikes may seem insignificant when it comes to fighting what you believe in, but defending those calls have helped me to be more confident in my other choices in life.
I looked up celebrities to try and find a “cool” person you could connect to but alas all I could really find was that Kristen Bell worked at a yogurt stand where she served fruity treats that occasionally had fruit flies in them and that Mickey Rourke went and made sure people paid their “debts” to other certain people. Not quite what I was shooting for but alas, c’est la vie. I hope that you too can take a look back and be like, “Man, that job at the library really sucked, but hey, now I have a new appreciation for books.” Or, “Starbucks was awful but now I can make wicked good coffee drinks for my friends at my apartment.” Or even, “Dude, Home Depot was terrible but now I can build a sweet shed.” (If you think of more of these please comment below!) I suppose if I were to attempt to wrap up my blog in a sentence it would be this: While a job may seem useless and only a way necessary to legally obtain money, don’t close your mind off to the other benefits it could give you down the road. Fin.
Be Younonymous: I’m Getting Married.
Jul 23rd
Welcome to a new 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.
I’m marrying my boyfriend so that his military benefits will help get me through my last year at Boston University. I never thought I’d have to take the drastic measure of getting married just to finish college. When you’re a kid you look at the world in these black and white terms: go to college, study hard, have fun, graduate, get a great job, live a happy life. You don’t think of how a simple lack of money could keep you from your dreams.
Blame It On The Alcohol
Jul 22nd
During the latter half of each week, I always like to watch the incoming freshmen and their families come onto campus for orientation. I am always both amused and saddened by the sight: amused because they all look so young and remind me so much of myself just a few short years ago. However, the larger part of me is saddened because, as I’m sure all the rising seniors will agree, a new class means that we get closer to the top of the food chain…and thereby closer to graduation. Nonetheless, I often think back to my freshmen year, how I’ve changed and what I’ve learned. Some lessons came easier and quicker (GO TO CLASS), while others took a lot longer for me absorb.

One of the first non-academic lessons I ever learned is that college is not an excuse or a reason to binge drink on the weekends like most of us tend to do. Admittedly, it is a large part of college, and sometimes it’s kind of appropriate to let loose, but it’s only supposed to occupy a minimal amount of your time. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for celebratory drinks (EDITORS NOTE: IF YOUR 21) after a particularly stressful exam or long boring week; it does the human soul some good to get out every now and again. The problem is that we usually get out of control—we will find our comfortable limit…and then knowingly exceed it. In general, I consider this only half of the problem: we drink too much and make a fool of ourselves, but for the most part its all in “good fun”. The more serious half of the problem is that we use the excuse of being drunk to do things we would otherwise not do.
That is altogether more worrisome, because there’s a reason we don’t do certain things in everyday life. Too often, people justify their actions by blaming it on the alcohol (thank you, Jamie Foxx). But in reality, when does ‘liquid courage’ become ‘liquid recklessness’? We’ve all done something stupid and woken up the next morning with a screeching headache and raging guilt. It ranges from drunk dialing the ex you never got over to doing questionable things with even more questionable people. Why do we knowingly risk our physical and emotional health for a few hours of bar hopping, dancing and a random hook-up?



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