Congratulations to Ted, my fourth and final little brother, who joined the men of Pi Kappa Alpha in Brotherhood on Friday night!

Keacher.com and related sites are slowly returning to the ‘net after a weekend absence. The short version is that the business with which the old server was hosted disappeared overnight. Fortunately, I make backups. Unfortunately, the most recent one was from November 21.

More details in the coming days…

I just noticed that CNN is carrying a story about Los Angeles calling upon computer manufacturers to stop using the terms “master” and “slave.” Now, I’m all for cultural sensitivity and against discrimination, but is it really necessary to replace these decades-old, industry-standard terms? We’re talking about a computer here! Sheesh. I’ll be interested to see what words they conjure as replacements.

Before you know it, somebody will be offended by the labeling of computer plugs and jacks as “male” and “female.”

Here’s to new experiences!

Last night, Vince, Alex, Bri, Krystal, two of Alex’s friends, and I went to Treasure Island Casino.

Despite having been eligible for three years (in Minnesota, one needs only be 18 to gamble at a casino), I had never before been to a casino. The place was about as I had imagined it: lots of slot machines and lots blackjack tables. Even the essential “Win this Car” slots were there.

The demographics of the place were as I expected. The old people were at the slots, striving fruitlessly and mindlessly towards an enigmatic jackpot. The young people were at the blackjack tables, talking it up with the dealers and exercising their latest “system.”

It was towards our peers that we gravitated.

The cardinal rule of casinos is to expect to lose all the money with which you start playing. This tenet in mind, our group sat down together at a table. High stakes this was not — our table had a $3 minimum, so most of us bought in with $21. On second thought, perhaps that is high stakes to a college student. But I digress…

We played for a while. At least one of our party lost it all. I got down to a last bet and then rebuilt. After I was up slightly for the night, everybody else seemed done with blackjack, so I tipped the dealer and left the table. All told, I ended the night up $2. Woo.

It was entertainment. More importantly, it was a chance to hang out with friends. That I didn’t lose money was a nice bonus.

Why ponder the mundane? History seems to best remember those events that are, in retrospect, pivotal and grandiose, but does that make past everyday experiences less important?

Example: Blogs. These online journals (such as the site you are currently reading) often deal with the daily realities of life. Some authors attempt to be profound — few succeed. Mundane events from the authors’ endeavors therefore comprise most of the content of blogs. I do not say this in derision; it seems that people are fascinated by how normal people live their lives. Reality TV shows this. So does voyeur “artistic cinematography.” Even age-old gossip fits the bill. Is any of this really profound? No, but it is all strangely appealing.

In much the same way, research of the mundane is interesting. A group of people found such studies so worthwhile that they started the Journal of Mundane Behavior. The Journal is a “peer-reviewed scholarly … journal devoted to the study of … aspects of our everyday lives that typically go unnoticed.”

In the latest issue of the Journal, there is an article about “Understanding Television without Television” (Boyns and Stephenson, 2003). Therein, the authors investigate the reaction of sociology students to watching a television for half an hour. The catch? The T.V. remains turned off. Comments from the test subjects were often quite humorous while being quite telling:

• “As I sat watching the blank screen on the television, the first thing that crossed my mind was that I felt kind of stupid, that was before the feeling of boredom set in.”
• “The first thing I noticed was how dirty my screen was.”
• “I noticed how boring a TV set is. It is just plain and black. Not a very fun appliance to look at.”
• “As I looked at the screen, I felt like the TV was trying to talk to me. That feeling was so weird.”
• “I started to feel a little lonely, like I had been left out of something … I realized that I truly did not know what I would do without a television in my life.”

But perhaps the most insightful comment was this: “I actually felt like I was getting mad at the TV. I began to hate it. I hated it for all those wasted days of viewer’s lives they spent watching it, all the misrepresentations it created, the messages it sent. I hated it for being the reason for this assignment.” That comment captures the heart of the television problem: the enormous time commitment.

I simply do not have time to watch much television. Whenever I turn the tube on to watch the Simpsons or a hockey game, I feel an incredible sense of guilt. I know that I could be putting my time to better use and that watching the television is an act of arson, burning away the hours into a pitiful void. I watch very little television, certainly much less than the average three hours per day. For most of my junior year at college, I did not even have a television in my room. Well, okay, that’s not quite correct – I had a T.V. in my room, but it was not plugged in. The T.V. was there merely as a part of the decor. After roughly five months, my disdain for television lost to my desire to watch hockey, so the T.V. was finally hooked up. Even then, my viewing remained negligible.

I know several people (including Mutak and Grandstaff) who have virtually given up T.V. After graduation, neither bought televisions for their new residences. They seem to be getting along fine without the glorified CRTs.

Television can wield an enormous influence on your time, but only if you let it. If you resist the urge, think of everything else that you could accomplish.

You might even have time to ponder the mundane.

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Speaking of mundane, here’s an update into my recent activities.

Finals week at Rose is starting. I don’t have many finals, but I do have several class projects that must be completed. I intend to be back in Minnesota by the end of this week, which should allow ample time to hit the slopes (assuming the weather gets colder).

We had a big poker tournament amongst the Brothers at the Pike house on Saturday night. I lost in the first round, but it was a blast anyway. We have several very decent poker players in the house!

I woke up this morning to find that my left eyelid was swollen shut. I went to the doctor. He looked at it and diagnosed it as an allergic reaction to something. I couldn’t think of anything that I might have encountered that would have triggered such a reaction. Later on, it hit me: I got toothpaste in my eye the previous night. Stupid as this may sound, I’m not the only one to ever do it. In fact, numerous other people have written about such experiences. Suffice it to say that toothpaste-in-the-eye REALLY SUCKS!!!

But then, that’s all really mundane, isn’t it?