Monthly Archives: August 2012

HACC remembers Ellen Kessler

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Tracy Ren­necker, Editor-in-Chief

Ellen Kessler, asso­ciate pro­fes­sor of com­puter infor­ma­tion sys­tems at HACC — Lan­caster, passed away unex­pect­edly on Fri­day, June 29, 2012. Born in York, PA, on May 29, 1948, she was the daugh­ter of the late Jack E.B. and Ver­netta M. (Keller) Kessler. A funeral Mass was held to cel­e­brate her life on Thurs­day, July 5, 2012, at St. Joseph Catholic Church, in Dal­las­town, PA. Kessler is sur­vived by one sis­ter and three broth­ers, sis­ter Kathy Ness of Red Lion, PA, broth­ers, Edward Kessler, Tim­o­thy Kessler, and Thomas Kessler all of York, PA; 11 niece and nephews, two great-nieces, and three great-nephews.

Accord­ing to Judy A. Sher­wood, pro­fes­sor of early child­hood edu­ca­tion, Kessler had strong fam­ily ties. Her nieces and nephews were very impor­tant  to her.

She was an avid reader and enjoyed the the­ater and movies. She also loved the beach, vis­it­ing Ocean City N.J. and Bethany Beach, Del., with friends sev­eral times a year.

“To say Ellen was com­mit­ted to HACC would be an under­state­ment!” said Sherwood.

HACC remembers Joe Register

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Shawn Reed, Assis­tant Editor

Joe Reg­is­ter, assis­tant pro­fes­sor and assis­tant chair of the Eng­lish depart­ment, died in his home on Sat­ur­day,  August 4th, end­ing his bat­tle with can­cer. He was 51.

I was tasked with writ­ing about a man I never met. I was not a stu­dent of Joe Reg­is­ter. I did not pass him in the hall­way, and if I had I might not have noticed. “Joe was an under the radar kind of guy,” said Kim Hall, assis­tant pro­fes­sor, of Eng­lish. Reg­is­ter grad­u­ated from Tem­ple Uni­ver­sity in 1986 with a BA in Eng­lish, and a MA in Eng­lish from The Uni­ver­sity of Mem­phis in 1989, but accord­ing to friends, Reg­is­ter was a Philly guy.

He founded and self pub­lished a lit­er­ary mag­a­zine in 1998, “The Bucks County Writer,” In a 1998 inter­view with the Lehigh Val­ley paper, “The Morn­ing Call,” Reg­is­ter called him­self a writer, not “pro­lif­i­cally pub­lished,” but a writer. “Our job is to ben­e­fit writ­ers,” Reg­is­ter said. “Peo­ple want to pub­lish; that’s impor­tant for them, to be able to share their work.” A Bucks County author, Fos­ter Winans, told “The Morn­ing Call,” that see­ing Joe’s mag­a­zine in a local book store gave him the idea to open a writer’s lounge; he called it a “sign.” Per­haps the mea­sure of a man is not what he accom­plishes, but what he inspires oth­ers to accom­plish. “Pro­fes­sor Reg­is­ter inspired me to become involved in “Live Wire,” for­mer “Live Wire” editor-in-chief Shawn Shaknitz said. “The stu­dents of HACC have lost a great man.”

Interview with SGA President Abraham Arehart

Former SGA President Abe Arehart

Tracy Ren­necker, Editor-in-Chief

Every year the stu­dent body elects a new pres­i­dent for the Stu­dent Gov­ern­ment Asso­ci­a­tion (SGA). The stu­dent government’s pur­pose is to pro­mote the edu­ca­tional and social devel­op­ment of the stu­dents, to facil­i­tate the activ­i­ties of stu­dent orga­ni­za­tions, and to enhance stu­dent life at the col­lege through par­tic­i­pa­tion and lead­er­ship in the stu­dent activ­i­ties pro­gram. Recently the incom­ing pres­i­dent, Abra­ham Are­hart, was inter­viewed by “Live Wire”.

Are­hart, the 2012 – 2013 SGA Pres­i­dent, came to HACC Lan­caster cam­pus in the spring of 2011 as a psy­chol­ogy major. He orig­i­nally moved to Lan­caster because he was selected to par­tic­i­pate in an exclu­sive train­ing pro­gram build­ing intri­cate watches for the Rolex Com­pany. Although thrilled to be part of this pro­gram, he real­ized after one year that this was not the path he wanted to fol­low. His cur­rent plan is to trans­fer to Penn State at the end of the 2013 spring semester.

Being new to the area and want­ing to get to know peo­ple, Are­hart got involved in cre­at­ing the cam­pus Social Club. This intro­duced him to SGA and the Stu­dent Activ­i­ties office where he was exposed to how things oper­ate; he felt he had some­thing to offer to the process.  When the open­ing for pres­i­dent came up it was men­tioned to him that he should con­sider run­ning because it could be a good oppor­tu­nity for him and he could make a dif­fer­ence. When asked what he thinks his qual­i­fi­ca­tions are for this posi­tion he stated, “I try to be unbi­ased and neu­tral. As SGA pres­i­dent you need to do this quite often. You will hear view points from stu­dents, fac­ulty and staff that are often dia­met­ri­cally opposed, and it is very easy to start lead­ing one way or another through bias rather than through actual weigh­ing of the evi­dence, so I try to fos­ter the unbi­ased mentality.”

It’s a kind of “Minecraft”

James Farbo, Man­ag­ing Editor

Each game of “Minecraft” is a ran­domly gen­er­ated world of its own, many times the sur­face area of our lit­tle Earth, but built of blocks. That clus­ter of leaves is a block, you can gather them with the shears that you made from two iron bars, and then you have one block of leaves to do with as you see fit. Those two iron bars were smelted in a fur­nace built from eight cob­ble­stone blocks and pow­ered by coal, all stripped from the earth with your trusty and worn stone pick­axe. That pick­axe is the suc­ces­sor to the wooden pick­axe assem­bled from wooden planks bro­ken from a wood block you punched out of a tree and assem­bled at your craft­ing table. Crea­tures are lit­tle more than roam­ing blocks you can hunt for food blocks. Tear down the land­scape and turn the yield towards a fortress, a hang­ing gar­den, a giant 8-bit like­ness of your­self com­plete with lava eyes. And then mon­sters come out at night.

Play­ing in most of the dif­fi­culty set­tings, a char­ac­ter death sim­ply results in a res­ur­rec­tion by the last bed you slept in. Then there is “hard­core” mode, which is “hard” mode with the ter­ri­fy­ing penalty of delet­ing your world should you per­ish. That is what my “Minecraft” expe­ri­ence has been: inge­nu­ity, explo­ration, ten­sion, sur­vival, and the cozy sat­is­fac­tion of mak­ing it back to the one safe place in the whole world. But here I have set out to high­light hor­ri­ble impli­ca­tions of the game’s pre-narrative. As in, the game doesn’t tell you what hap­pened before you were dropped into the wilder­ness as the last human alive (I find the “vil­lagers” unset­tlingly human-like), the game doesn’t really tell you any story at all. It shows you.

Confessions of a registered nursing student

Shawn Reed, Assis­tant Editor

I wish I could say that my sum­mer was unevent­ful. I wish I could say that I spent almost every sin­gle day play­ing Dia­blo 3. I wish I could say that I spent the time wisely clean­ing and orga­niz­ing my home in such a way that reminds us all of coun­try décor and cin­na­mon, but for the most part I was still nurs­ing in my head.

I’ve come to the con­clu­sion that head nurs­ing should be some sort of new spe­cialty. I don’t need patients or ill­nesses; I just need to be the patient. We fight a lot of wars here in Amer­ica – the war on ter­ror­ism, the war on drugs, the war on Christ­mas, but the one I am most inter­ested in is the war on obe­sity.  I like the gen­eral idea of fight­ing fat. I imag­ine my fat some­times in a cor­ner, wear­ing box­ing trunks, and being announced as some­thing like, “Annie Adi­pose,” and in every match we fight, I lose.

It’s not for lack of try­ing. I spent the bet­ter part of five years exer­cis­ing and diet­ing. I cre­ated the mytho­log­i­cal “calo­rie deficit” and worked out in ways that no woman should ever ask for, let alone pay some­one else to inflict. Through hard work and mem­o­riz­ing the calo­rie con­tent of things like one large egg and two ounces of ched­dar cheese, in five short years I lost almost a hun­dred pounds. That’s like los­ing an Olsen twin.

What I learned from my 10-year-old

Heather Roark, Con­tribut­ing Writer

I was sit­ting in math class one day this sum­mer lis­ten­ing to the pro­fes­sor talk about the rules of expo­nents. Once again I found myself in a for­eign place. I found myself sweat­ing with a wrin­kled scowl, intently try­ing to under­stand the world of alge­bra. It was as if I were in an ancient Egypt­ian tomb with my torch in hand illu­mi­nat­ing the sacred scripts of hiero­glyph­ics, try­ing to deci­pher what each pic­ture meant so that I could under­stand the big­ger pic­ture. There is just one prob­lem though: I was not in Ancient Egypt, I was in Main 329, and hiero­glyph­ics sud­denly seemed like a piece of cake in com­par­i­son to  expo­nent rules. “ X to the power of A, times X to the power of B equals X to the power of A+B” and X to the power of 0 equals 1,” I heard the pro­fes­sor state in the dis­tance. I scrib­bled the notes down in my note­book. I scrib­bled down every last word that I could hang onto in fear that I might miss some­thing. Anx­i­ety radi­ated through my body, and I could feel the rise of panic bub­bling up to my throat. “ I am never going to get this,” I thought to myself. “I am doomed to fail the rest of my life because I can­not pass Math 051.”

Cross Counter: Gun Control

Each month our “Live Wire” edi­tors will be shar­ing their unique views on cur­rent media events and press­ing issues. Tracy Ren­necker, editor-in-chief, James Farbo, man­ag­ing edi­tor, and Shawn Reed, assis­tant edi­tor contributed.

This month we address gun con­trol issues sur­round­ing the worst mass shoot­ing in United States his­tory. On July 20th, 2012 James Holmes allegedly opened fire in a crowded movie pre­mier of “The Dark Knight Rises,” in Aurora, Col­orado, killing 12, and injur­ing 58, rekin­dling a nation-wide dia­logue on gun control,and vio­lence in the media.

I “choose” civility

James Farbo, Man­ag­ing Editor

Read­ing through the Civil­ity Task Force pro­pos­als left me mildly ner­vous about its goals, and I cer­tainly brought those con­cerns to my inter­view with Dr. Wash­ing­ton. I found the answers unsat­is­fac­tory, obfus­cated at worst, but I can­not attribute to con­spir­acy what I can sim­ply attribute to lack of pre­pared­ness. To be clear, I don’t think that the Task Force will come to fruition. For two years this com­mit­tee has been incu­bat­ing a doc­u­ment of wish­ful think­ing. They had slated a Task Force pre­sen­ta­tion for the stu­dent ori­en­ta­tions but have failed to do so. Despite the lack of hard data on the extent and oper­a­tions of the Task Force, and the reas­sur­ances that it will have no dis­ci­pli­nary author­ity, I still find the con­cept unnerving.

Phys­i­cal vio­lence is so much eas­ier to han­dle. My right to swing my fist around ends where your nose begins. Should I vio­late your nose, I for­feit my right of pro­tec­tion. Resolv­ing a ver­bal affront can be prob­lem­atic, but not so com­pli­cated that it requires a campus-wide ini­tia­tive to mit­i­gate. If I were to call some­one “as pretty as an inside-out platy­pus and half as use­ful,” I own that. Whether or not it is an accu­rate judge of aes­thet­ics and char­ac­ter is irrel­e­vant; I stepped for­ward and said it. And so I for­feited my right to pro­tec­tion. Like any­thing else in life, pick your battles.

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