The Overtalker


Everyone knows someone like The Overtalker. This person, who seems to be present in nearly every culture in existence, is one of those types of people that just doesn't get it. If the title alone doesn't explain exactly who this person is, let me explain briefly.


The Overtalker is the person that, instead of giving you a chance to talk, thinks that what they have to say is so important, they will just talk louder in order for you to . . . understand better? The oddest thing, is that they most likely have no idea at all that this is probably the rudest thing to do in a conversation ever. Not only is it impolite, but it is also a sign of inability to interact with social situations.

Social situations might seem like, a rather broad category, and that's because it is. Any time you're dealing with anyone at all, it's a social situation. What does this mean? The Overtalker is the epitome of the worst person to be around, ever.

If you're still a bit unsure as to who an overtalker may be, this could probably help you out. While he does indeed deserve a blog post of his own, here he is, in all of his . . . glory?


Great way to express your opinion, sirs. Now, I'm sure all of the intellectuals and people with more than 3 total brain cells will agree with you, since that's the audience you're lacking at the moment. (If you watch this to the very end, the closing screen is hilarious)

Notice the etiquette, and eloquence they both have. While I oddly enough believe Geraldo is on the right side of this argument, he's also not dealing with the conversation in the right way. Instead of making Bill look like (more of) an asshole, he's leveling the playing field and coming across as desperate.

How do you deal with a guy like this? I think a perfect example is here.

Here is a link to skip to the important part. Or just watch it all, because it's pure gold.

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I Don't Love China



I travel to Japan, a lot. Well, I did until I started getting hardcore back in to classes, which leaves me without the free time anymore. Anyway, during that time, the primary flight out of Minnesota to China was a connecting flight that landed in Narita, Japan. Thus, inevitably, I would be sitting next to some businessman who had just come back from China, and they felt it their duty to correct my course of study.

I have, for the past 6 years or so, studied Japan, Japanese language, culture, history, etc. Why am I doing this? It's rather simple, I like Japan. More often than not, when stuck on a flight for 12 hours sitting less than 3 inches from another person, you start a few conversations. My conversations on these flights to and from Japan? "You're wasting your time, China is what you should be studying."

Thank you, random sir. What is it you did in China again? You speak of the thrilling and expanding economy of the world's largest political party. The Communist Party of China. You, sir, must obviously be some high level exec, in the top floor of a 200 story building, with a room made entirely out of windows and glass furniture. Your intuition has found that this was the opportunity of a lifetime, and now you're just sitting pretty.

Oh, you sell tires. For construction equipment. That's building a road, because the country isn't even connected by infrastructure yet. Oh well, at least just physically being in the country for a week every few months promises you to a huge bonus check, right? No? You never see your family? You never learned the language? You're immersed in a culture you know nothing and don't care to learn anything about? Thank you, sir, for your insight! This sounds amazing!!


Why must I justify myself on every flight that I take to Japan? Is it not enough that after 2 years, I know more about my country of choice than you have learned in over 35? Not only that, but you can't even write their numbers. You tried to show me, you tried to show me how the Chinese draw their numbers. I tried to politely correct you, saying "I actually think the character for 6 doesn't look like a series of dots, and it has lines." You refused to be corrected though, insisting that 'this is how it is.'

How I wish you were an isolated incident, sir. You are not. You are on every flight, in every seat on that flight. Do you think that you hold some sort of Holy Grail of corporate knowledge that will unlock the key to fortunes? How would you even know, you sell tires. You leave the central urban areas as soon as you land, and pitch your goods with binders that you didn't even create, showcasing how great your traction is on various terrain.

Finally, China is not Japan. Don't assume that since I've studied Japan for so long, I can just decide one day that I think I'm going to know everything about China. You, sir, are the reason there's the ignorant American stereotype. You travel overseas, spend so much time there, and learn absolutely nothing.

You, sir, are an idiot.

I don't love China.

Here is a video explaining more:

Mr. Global Perspective


Currently, I am taking a class about Eastern European Politics. It's an elective for me, since to be honest I can't stand politics or Europe. Adding the both of them together was basically a sign for me to just fall asleep and turn in whatever work was assigned.

Now, normally in America, we tend to regard those that come from other countries as having an increased global perspective. They have, in fact, come from another country, and enter this stereotype with a lot of truth already. I have one of these students in my class, he comes from Zimbabwe. Let me start off by showing a few of the incredibly intelligent things that he has said in class so far.

  • Mugabe isn't as bad as people think
  • Why didn't Poland just overthrow the Nazis?
  • Why don't the citizens of China fix their government?
First of all, Robert Mugabe, has an awesome first name. Other than that, I must admit I didn't know much about him at all. Here is some information if you want to get caught up. Here's an article published this week about his recent endeavors. Let me summarize for those who don't have the patience. Here are two interesting paragraphs of the happenings in this "not so bad" guy's country.

The campaign has in the past few days seen MPs for the Movement for Democratic Change arrested for offences including playing music that "denigrates" Mugabe, and stealing a mobile phone. Fourteen MDC MPs and senators are facing charges ranging from corruption to rape. If convicted, they will lose their seats, forcing by-elections. Less than six months after MDC leader Morgan Tsvangirai was sworn in as prime minister, the strategy again raises questions about the role of the country's courts and police.

Yesterday, many Zimbabweans were outraged after a court in Chivhu imposed a fine of just US$200 (£120) on Chinoona Mwanda - who had been found guilty of culpable homicide, after the 6 March incident when his lorry swerved into the path of Tsvangirai's car, killing Susan, his wife of 31 years.

Next, we have Mr. Global Perspective's opinion on the Nazi takeover of Poland. The conversation went something like this:


Professor: And now, the Nazi regime had moved in to Poland and taken it over.

Mr. Global: Why didn't the Polish people fight back?

Professor: . . . with what? This was a good portion of the Nazi army.

Mr Global: Why don't they just go to the Nazi HQ and attack it?

Professor: These people couldn't exactly put up a fight, the Nazis had automatic weapons, tanks, etc. The average Polish person didn't have these kinds of things at their disposal.

Mr Global: But if they were on farms they would have had tools like pitchforks to attack with.


Sadly, this is how the China conversation went as well. Mr. Global Perspective believes that any sort of regime, no matter how violent, ruthless, or large, can be toppled overnight by dissenting farmers.

I honestly have to wonder, why is he so convinced that the history that he is being taught didn't happen? Why, at every unhumanitarian issue, is it something that he believes could be averted by running headlong in to a military force with a pitchfork?

Really, if you're going to hold the fact that you have more experience with global matters over the heads of students that have never left their home-state, at least give what you have to say more than 0 seconds of internal thought before blurting it out as fact.

BMX



For my first post on this blog, I wanted to address something that has been on my mind for quite some time.

Going back as far as grade school, I would often see other classmates riding bikes such as the pictured BMX bikes. They were small, easy to learn, and didn't have any pesky gears to fool with that all of the 'grown ups' rode.

As soon as we were able to grasp the concept of shifting gears when riding a bike, the world of 18 and 21 speed bikes soon followed. These were real bikes, they were faster, were easier to ride after learning, and could really get you some place if you wanted to go.

However, there were still people riding these BMX bikes. The best part is, these were 5'8 to 6'0 tall men that were riding these. These bikes are what, 2 feet tall? How can you even pretend to look cool when your knees come up to your chin.

You might as well be riding a bigwheel.



Let's say you were riding a bigwheel. At least your bike sounds cool now. Instead you've got that voice of a kid following you wherever you go. "Way out far sweet freestyle kickin glidin" or whatever it's called these days.

I went to find some bmx terms on a slang dictionary, and it turns out with my previous attempt to mock the anti-literate terms often used by freestyle bikers, I actually gave them too much credit.

boing
n. a suspension fork or stem; a dual-suspension bike is a boing-boing. "Mark's not going to feel much pain with his new boing-boing."
boing-boing
n. a bike with full (front and rear) suspension. Might possibly be considered offensive by certain owners of said bikes.

Honestly? I'm afraid to look in to this subject any more due to fear of brain hemmorage, but of course I will.

zone out
v. a state of mind where you think you've reachedThe Zone, but you really just stopped paying attention to what you're doing. Usually used as an excuse for a particularly embarrassing biff.

So while you attempt to wrap your head around that. Here's a video showing the only time freestyle biking can be cool.









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