At last, we have a Buffalo Wild Wings in Eugene / Springfield, or! Here is the yelp.com page:
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Click the picture below to read the chat log in full size. Note how the girl keeps repeating the same standard phrases that she clearly has cached somewhere. Then suddenly she’s had enough… (Good thing, I was about to give up when she finally cracked)
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:22:08 PM): hey u there?
Me (4/29/2011 2:47:49 PM): yes why
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:47:59 PM): hey
Me (4/29/2011 2:48:03 PM): ?
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:48:14 PM): whats up, I found your screename on a member directory of social sites..not sure which one cause it bundles them all together lol
Me (4/29/2011 2:48:22 PM): And…?
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:48:29 PM): i am bored at home…and this usually leads to bad things haha
Me (4/29/2011 2:48:39 PM): Well are you a lesbian?
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:48:46 PM): im bisexual, i love to lick pussy and i love to suck dick
Me (4/29/2011 2:49:15 PM): So when comes the link to your website where viewers have to pay?
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:49:20 PM): trust me babe, I have been a member with MyYahooCam chat for a long time and know exactly how the site works..u don’t have to pay if u accept my invite. I have a premium membership with them. Click the “Verify” button the bottom left so you can verify that your 18 years old
Me (4/29/2011 2:50:03 PM): Why don’t you get some Pell grants and use the money to go to college, or community college? Seems like a more valuable use of your time.
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:50:14 PM): well…i kinda have a fetish for being on camera, do you like to cam at all??
Me (4/29/2011 2:50:38 PM): I like to “cam” with professors that I am doing a teleconference with, yes.
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:50:47 PM): have you ever used MyRandomCam? its a free site that uses yahoo cam to let us chat live and do whatever we want without anyone seeing hehe..
Me (4/29/2011 2:51:13 PM): No I’m fairly certain that is not on my university’s approved list of teleconferencing media
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:51:16 PM): its http://twurl.nl/bnpz0p click the just click the “Verify” button on the bottom left…its 100% free to join you only need a credit card to verify that you are over 18 ;p
Me (4/29/2011 2:51:29 PM): Will it let me show powerpoints?
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:51:29 PM): here, click this, this is my link on there http://twurl.nl/eas02b
Me (4/29/2011 2:52:39 PM): Have you considered getting a tattoo of Freud? It would eb appropriate to your profession.
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:52:47 PM): go there and my video will load, just click the “Verify” button on the bottom left…its 100% free to join you only need a credit card to verify that you are over 18 ;p
Me (4/29/2011 2:52:48 PM): Especially if it is a tattoo of your father.
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:52:58 PM): i love the site cause its streams fast in real-time… fill out your info, its freek?
Me (4/29/2011 2:53:31 PM): Freud’s works are also free online in German, but you can illegally download the English translations if you don’t read German. I recommend James Strachey’s translations.
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:53:32 PM): yes babe the credit card is for age verification, for me to be a premium member and give you free access they have to know your over 18 just click the “verify” button on the bottom left of the screen to verify that your over 18
Me (4/29/2011 2:55:02 PM): Since you’re fond of streaming media, I would also suggest checking YouTube for recorded lectures on Freud, and there’s a great video on LAcanian thoguht as well.
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:55:12 PM): 24/f/Houston
Me (4/29/2011 2:55:40 PM): Oh, well then you automatically qualify for free Pell grants. I hear that U. of Texas is excellent
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:55:44 PM): yes babe the credit card is for age verification, for me to be a premium member and give you free access they have to know your over 18 just click the “verify” button on the bottom left of the screen to verify that your over 18
Me (4/29/2011 2:57:25 PM): I’m concerned about your repeated speech. Freud might suggest that this is evidence of repressed trauma resurfacing, which would be quite common in your line of work.
Rebecca Gilbert (4/29/2011 2:57:32 PM): Like a transformer robot?? what the hell are u talking about?
Me (4/29/2011 2:57:42 PM): hahahahaha
American scholarship has long neglected the significance of popular music as an index of cultural development amongst the 12-18 year old age group. My close reading of Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA” will examine the transformative power of pop music as it is represented in the intradiegetic dialog of the narrator of this anthem, as well as the ways in which young people in America negotiate the dichotomy within the notion of Americanism.
I hopped off the plane at LAX
with a dream and my cardigan
welcome to the land of fame excess, (woah)
am I gonna fit in?
The first paragraph of “Party in the USA” hails the arrival of a country girl in the urban setting of Los Angeles. Her expectations are immediately challenged as she self-consciously reflects on her choice of apparel: Will a cardigan seem provincial in a city that is predominantly sunny, and does the word ‘cardigan’ in itself not sound archaic? The protagonist struggles with anxiety about the possibility of failure and fears she may be ostracized from the community if she is unable to rapidly conform to the cultural norms of SoCal The exclamation “woah”, a signifier of shock, suggests a possible moment of traumatic confrontation with the divergence between her dreams and the reality of having to adjust to a different culture.
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous
The protagonist observes the iconic sign of Hollywood culture with a sense of culture shock. In spite of her undoubtedly extensive study of Western America, she is insufficiently prepared to embrace the now ubiquitous signs of celebrity culture. By projecting her inferiority complex on bystanders, she re-affirms her intimidating image of Los Angeles as a class-oriented society to which one can only gain entrance by means of cultural status.
My tummys turnin and I’m feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous,
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on
The narrative mood shifts and the listener is offered a phenomenological account of the clash between the protagonist’s ideal image and her realization of the diverging reality. Though the scene is clearly fictional and not a representative account of the average teenage experience, her anxieties can be read as emblematic of the way young people in America negotiate their own capabilities and imperfections in the face of excessive demands to conform to norms established within celebrity culture. Our protagonist’s physical response suggest the strong interconnectedness between physical or mental well-being and exterior appearance, especially in impressionable youths. However, the tension between two extremes is resolved when she breaks the class barrier and connects to the working class realm of the taxi driver, for whom this celebrity culture is mediated through the radio, as it had once been for our protagonist back in Tennessee.
Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody’s lookin at me now
Like “who’s that chick, thats rockin’ kicks?
She gotta be from out of town”
So hard with my girls not around me
Its definitely not a Nashville party
Cause’ all I see are stilletos
I guess I never got the memo
Feel like hoppin’ on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me everytime (everytime)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright!
Upon arrival we once again witness a radical change in our protagonist who is identified as an outsider on the basis of her ‘Kicks’, a symbol of the way the American south embraces low-culture and the athletic ideal in spite of its own reluctance to exercise and combat obesity. Her Nike’s are misplaced in a sea of stiletto’s. The protagonist identifies the differences between adolescence in the south and in Los Angeles: This is definitely not a Nashville party. Her social rank within her own American subculture is devalued in this second representation of Americanism, and she is concerned that she “never got the memo”, that is, that in spite of a visually mediated understanding of the urban culture of Los Angeles, she never received a verbal description of its varying norms and values. Yet just as she is about to resign herself to her seemingly inferior status, and return to the rural setting of her childhood, she once more witnesses the transformative power of art. The DJ establishes a common ground for participation and inclusion by playing the music that unites both cultures.
The song shows itself to be highly self-reflexive, as its meta-references to popular music suggest its own inclusion in this transformative art. The title of the song, which seems somewhat alienated from its subject matter, is actually a brilliant reference to the way this transformative art unifies American subcultures. Thus we see how the American youth negotiates cultural difference through the medium of art, perhaps in compensation of the waning influence of religion, or perhaps establishing an entirely new understanding of the idea of a “nation” on the basis of cultural distribution.