By Jeff Walsh
“Bring It On” hits all the notes you’d expect from a new musical inspired by the 2000 Kirsten Dunst cheerleading movie of the same name. There are catty cheerleaders, underdogs for the audience to cheer on, and high-flying aerial wizardry. But the members of its creative team have built their names by delivering theater that goes beyond our expectations, and that didn’t happen this time.
The story is pretty simple. A cheerleader is forced to change schools and goes from being head cheerleader of a winning squad to being anonymous in a more ethnic school that doesn’t even have or want a cheer squad. I never saw the original movie, but my friend who attended with me said it is not the same plot, so it is definitely more “inspired by” than “based on.”
Just wanted to make sure people are aware of new technology out there, so you all could take any precautions necessary to protect your identities on Oasis.
If you haven't tried it out yet, Google has a new image search capability. When you go to the Google home page and click Images, you are given a normal image search bar. But the new bit is that you can drag and drop an image onto the search bar and it will also search for that image elsewhere on the web.
So, if you grabbed a school picture that is available on your school website, your Tumblr page, your Facebook (if it is available to the public), etc., all of these can technically get linked together if the same photograph is on all of these sites.
Definitely not a good thing for people in the closet, or people who just don't want anyone to be able to link their online accounts to one another, etc. And, unlike the profile pages on here, which we can tell Google and other search engines not to scan, this is slightly different, as anyone can grab a photo and see if it appears elsewhere online.
Do with this information what you will. I just wanted to put it out there.
The safest bet seems to be using a unique photo for Oasis that appears nowhere else online, even in a different lighting/background than other pictures you've taken.
Just a heads up.
I'm not suggesting this technology has only nefarious purposes, of course:
Now that it is OK to be openly gay in the US military, there have already been gay marriages and other events our LGBT troops have been having.
This soldier came out to his father over the phone from Germany:
View and listen to what a group of young gays and their supporters have done in South Korea:
Oasis is back up again. Figure it's easier for me to post something new so you know rather than having to sort it out...
So, this has been one hell of a roller coaster of a week. literally.
Firstly, there was the family drama with the mom and the sister and the moving of things from my dad's house in MT back to Washington, which was a fucking logistical nightmare...three households worth of crap to move in four days, sort through, consign, take to the dump, etc...
Yesterday was our big date. "Texting and scones," and all. A picnic in the Arboretum. With scones.
Also with lots of snogging.
of fantastic snogging.
As she would say - it's cute how words fail her so often even though she's an English major - "So, that's a thing."
'Perpetually single' has been a major part of who I am for so long - in a way this feels kind of unreal... but not really. Maybe that she's not real but I'm not either and we both inhabit almost the same plane of not-reality? I don't know...
I saw two movies recently. Last night I watched a Serbian film called A Serbian Film. It's my new favorite movie. It has a great soundtrack, too.
Today I watched a movie called John Dies at the End. It was how I imagine doing acid would be like. Which is kind of relevant, since I checked out the Silk Road a couple days ago and found some cheap drugs. Now I want to do acid.
I’m starting to wonder if I’m just an outsider by nature, and if that’s ever going to change. I was sort of hanging out with friends today, but I felt kind of invisible because I wasn’t participating in the conversation. I’m just really introverted and live in my head a lot. If I could just get the hang of finding some common interests and carrying conversations. Unfortunately, this made me think of Beth, because I could always talk to Beth about anything so easily.
After watching what Chase and Jake did I was equally disgusted and curious about what I had seen. It was really all I could think about sometimes, and it bothered me.
What troubled me even more was sneaking peeks at the magazine hidden under Chase's mattress, seeing the biggest penis I had ever seen deeply stuck in the other guy and the expression on his face. I couldn't decide if it was a look of pain or pleasure, but I know Chase and Jake seemed to like what was happening. As disgusted as I was it was something I needed to try.