As I suffered through my Stairmaster workout yesterday (I hate exercise, and I'm done with pretending I don't), I was listening to my Club Mix: The 90's CD, and "Get Ready for This" by 2 Unlimited came on. You've all heard it, if not in actual clubs in the 90s, you've at least heard its stimulating keyboard hook at any given sporting event. That song is an aural testosterone/adrenaline cocktail.

I wish a good music journalist would write a complete cultural history of that song. If I recall correctly -- and I could very well be off here -- it got a lot of play at gay bars before it became more of a mainstream club hit. It would be interesting to interview the members of 2 Unlimited, find out how they came together, what they're doing now, how much money they've made and continue to make from that one song, etc. This could also be done in a VH-1 Behind the Music-type format, but with a focus on the circulation and appropriation of the song, not just the artist. What other songs could have their own episodes?

I'm one of those Getting Things Done-heads, but until a week ago I hadn't made a tickler file. I already use it all the time:

A tickler file is a place for items you need to keep track of but don't need right at the moment, but which you know you'll need a few days or a week from now. You need 43 folders to create a tickler file, 31 for the days of the month, and 12 for the months of the year. Each day you look in that day's folder, empty it out, decide what to do with the items in the folder, and then move that day's folder to the back. Commonly suggested items for the tickler file include concert or plane tickets, reminder notes, etc. I put that stuff in there, plus bills I want to mail but not until I get paid, articles I want to read, scribbled notes I want to type up, etc. It's great. Usually people use manila folders, but I made mine out of old 2-pocket folders around my apartment and some from the office that were going to be thrown away. I made the tabs out of index cards. The file case I'm keeping the tickler file in was going to be thrown away too.

Also, some life hacks* I've found useful:

Media-related distraction? Hit the panic button! When I get the sneaking suspicion that I’m wasting valuable time on the internet, I hit the monitor’s power switch and wait until I get my focus back. This also works for TV, and even the phone.

[. . .]

Address Labels that charities send you are great for labelling things you tend to lose. Someone once returned an umbrella to my house. At work people return my pens and my stapler and tape dispenser stay on my desk

Finally, the Not Insane To-Do List, via (where else?) 43 folders.

* When I first heard the term "life hacks" several months ago, I thought, well great, there's finally an expression for what my mom has been doing avidly for decades. Next time I go home maybe I'll photograph some of her genius hacks.

What shall we do for the next Rhetoric Carnival? I thought the last one, on Richard Fulkerson's "Composition at the Turn of the Twenty-First Century,"* went pretty well, so I hope others will want to stick with articles for this thing. From that same issue of CCC, there's an article by Kelly Ritter, "The Economics of Authorship: Online Paper Mills, Student Writers, and First-Year Composition," to which I think at least six or seven smart fabulous folks would bring insights. What do you all think? Or do you have another article to suggest?

* From the June 2005 (56.4) issue of College Composition and Communication.

I'm accompanying a couple of folks tomorrow to go see LICK! and then to see Heather Corrina's latest show. I have a lot of respect for Corrina's activist work, especially what she's done on Scarleteen, and listen to this description of LICK!

A show that's half play, half dance, and half comedy...it's a plancedy...and it follows five young men, self-proclaimed as "the sexiest dance company the world has ever known" as they come to the 2005 Minnesota Fringe Festival with one goal: to blow your mind. Join Ben, Brian, Bobby, Todd, and Kelly as they inject art into your soul with their great big syringe of sexiness.

By the way, locals: If you didn't catch Blogologue when it played at Bryant-Lake Bowl, you should definitely see it. The performers do dramatic interpretations of all kinds of interweb content, including inane pop-up ads, teen LiveJournals, choleric pundits, and the dullest blog in the world.

There's a new double issue of the Journal of Computer-Mediated Communication on "Online Communities" and "Computer-Mediated Collaborative Practices." Give it a read if you're interested in one or more of those topics. In the latter theme, there's an article on the use of IM in collaboration. I had hoped to see a case study of wiki use as well, but maybe no one submitted one. At least Wikipedia gets a mention in the introduction to the "Online Communities" theme.

Why didn't I hear about Michael Gee until now? In case you hadn't heard, here's the story (more here). Gee had been hired to teach an introductory journalism course at Boston University. Soon after the semester started, he posted about the class on SportsJournalists.com, a discussion board. His post included the following:

Today was my first day teaching course 308/722 at the Boston University Dept. of Jounralis (sic). There are six students, most of whom are probably smarter than me, but they DON'T READ THE PAPER!!! Not the Globe, Times, Herald or Wall Street Journal. I can shame them into reading, I guess, but why are they taking the course if they don't like to read

But I digress. Now here's the nub of my issue. Of my six students, one (the smartest, wouldn't you know it?) is incredibly hot. If you've ever been to Israel, she's got the sloe eyes and bitchin' bod of the true Sabra. It was all I could do to remember the other five students. I sense danger, Will Robinson.

Are you shocked yet? BU swiftly fired him after hearing about the posting for his betrayal of the trust in the student-teacher relationship. Via Christine again, there's a response from the student, who says Gee "crossed the student/teacher line in a way that no student should ever have to deal with." And by the way, she dropped the class. Normally I'm against the idea that someone should be fired for what he/she writes in an online space not associated with his/her job, but this case makes me angry. It shows an egregious violation of this student's privacy and a striking disrespect for her as a student (I don't care if he did say she was smart). I realize some might say that it's just a few gray shades' difference between this and the kind of writing about students that pseudonymous bloggers like The Phantom Professor do, but I think the former is worse, I guess because Phantom blogs about incidents involving students that are a matter of public record (in the student newspaper) and doesn't name the specific class a student is in. Plus, I have found Phantom's portrayals of students to be sympathetic, impugning the society that produced any negative qualities her students might have possessed rather than the students themselves.

You might have noticed that my site has been down. Well, I got another spam flood, and Open Source Host had to take down my site because it was bringing down the server, again. Apparently requiring people to register doesn't really make me immune to spam floods, as (if I understand correctly) it's the SQL queries that are the problem, even if the queries result in an "access denied," as these did. They might have to take down the site again, so please bear with me.

As an aside, I was checking out the Uncyclopedia today and thinking Jenny and Jeff would appreciate it (via Metafilter). Edited to add some of my favorite entries: Making up Oscar Wilde Quotes, Bacon fat, Baby, and You Have Two Cows. Oh, and one more: the Wikipedia entry. Hilarious.

In honor of Special Cookie Day, I have Pepperidge Farm Double Chocolate Chunk (Dark Chocolate) cookies, which I'll heat up for ~10 seconds in the microwave before eating and enjoy with the end of season 2 and beginning of season 3 of The Sopranos. Someone got me hooked on it, gah.

It's going to be a good evening.