Hard, Ain't It Hard



Hard, Ain't It Hard
1941, Woody Guthrie


Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true.

Well there is a house in this old town
And that's where my true love lays around
And she sits down upon another's knee (do tell)
And tells him what she never will tell me.

Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true.

Oh well the first time I seen my true love
She was a'standing a'by my door
And the last time I seen her false-hearted smile
She was dead on that barroom floor. (porter)

Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true.

Well who's gonna kiss your ruby lips?
Who's gonna hold your little hand?
And who's gonna do, well--you know what!
When I'm down in that promised land? (hey)

Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true. (pick it)

Oh well don't drinkin' and gamblin'
Don't go there your sorrows for to drown
Oh well this hard liquor place is a low down disgrace
It's the meanest darn place in this town.

Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true. (here we go)

Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard (oh yes)
To love one who never did love you
Oh well it's hard, ain't it hard, ain't it hard Great God
To love one who never will be true.



Procrastination 101: Blame It on the Computer

Diane Bartley
BOSTON—

All right, if there's one major thing I've learned in college, it's how to waste time. I don't just mean the kind of amateur stalling that I practiced in high school. No, this is the big league here. I was officially awarded my black belt in procrastination during finals last semester.

In high school, I at least started my work for the next day by midnight. In college, however, my standard operating procedure is something like this: Do not practice a presentation that is 25 percent of a political science seminar grade until a half an hour before class starts.

Now, why am I so deadline-challenged? It's not just my evident lack of will power. No, I lay the blame squarely where it belongs - on my computer.

I know how ironic it is for me to complain that my computer - an "educational aide" - is responsible for my lack of motivation.

But little did I know that by bringing a computer to college, I would be introduced to so many programs that chip away at my time, entertain me endlessly, and generally encourage me to get as little done as possible.

The best way to avoid doing work is, of course, the Internet. Armed with the latest version of Netscape (Netscape Communicator) and an Ethernet connection (instead of the dial-up modem, an Ethernet is a permanent and extremely fast way of accessing the Internet), I am able to kill incomprehensibly large amounts of time. I am addicted to the Weather Channel online (www.weather. com), I endlessly edit my home page (www.duke.edu/~deb2), and there are so many online games I don't have nearly enough time to play them all.

Moving on through my desktop, we come to my in-box. I never fully appreciated the power of e-mail until I went away to school and started up a correspondence with family and friends all across the country.

E-mail can even be educational - the top news stories are e-mailed to me daily (for free) from CNN. I subscribed to QuickNews (www.cnn.com) a few months ago, and I quickly discovered that it is of immeasurable help in breaking through the isolation inherent in campus life.

But I still love e-mail best because it allows me to keep in touch with everyone without running up enormous phone bills.

Talking to friends for free gets even easier with the enormous popularity of the ICQ (I Seek You) program (www.mirabilis.com). With the click of a mouse it instantaneously sends messages to friends next door or across the country. It also provides a chat service allowing two (or more) friends to get together and "talk."

A similar program, the beta version of AOL's Instant Messenger, can be found at www.aol.com - and this service is available for free to non-AOL members. Its scope is more limited than that of ICQ, since it allows chats only between two people and not messages or multiple chats, but the chances are that my friends have one or the other. Naturally, this reduces still further the time allotted to work.

So how can I possibly get anything done? In college, the ritual of procrastination has reached an irresistible new level. As we sit at our computers, this is what's really happening on college campuses all over the country - and the world. We are known to work diligently on occasion, but the fun we have wasting time is impressive.

One Tuesday night at about midnight, for instance, I sat down to study for a computer science quiz and instead found myself writing this column.

* Diane Bartley is a freshman at Duke University in Durham, N.C. She is studying economics and Spanish - although all plans are subject to frequent changes - and she has always loved to write.


The Procrastinator's Creed:
I Will, I Shall, I'm Gonna*


 

Belief:             Stress from time limitations improves the quality of work.

Value:             Generating better work in a smaller amount of time makes productivity sense.

 Attitude:          I’m inclined to procrastinate until the last possible minute.

 

            Timeliness has never been my strong point. In certain circumstances, such as school, this proves especially bothersome.  Aware of my assignment for several weeks, I have put off developing the PR campaign that is due for presentation to the class tomorrow.  Finally, realizing that no catastrophe will occur to extend the impending deadline, I begin to work.  I labor over a few ideas and quickly begin to toil away at developing a campaign from the best choice.  For hours, I slave until I am bleary-eyed and weary.  I have been so enveloped in my efforts that I have lost all objectivity.  Barely time for a quick shower, I dress and dash off to class.  This is it:  the telltale moment.  Triumph!  My stress has strained my ideas to their very essence.  My presentation is a huge success!  I will have to remember this next time. This may come in handy for future PR crisis management situations. (Or so I believe, at least, in my sleep-deprived state of existence.) 

            Perhaps procrastination is a learned behavior; perhaps it is inherited.  In either case, I have been so graciously “blessed” with the trait.  Just ask my mother; some of my choice adolescent phrases were, “I will,” “I shall,” and, “I’m gonna.” A memorable time when this, possibly genetic, trait flared its ugly head was in the fifth grade during a month when Native American history was a topic of study.  Too busy participating in tomboy activities with my father the weekend before my Pueblo dwelling model was due, I enlisted his help in its creation late the night before its due date.  (Of course, he understood. He, too, has the atrocious attribute of procrastination...perhaps my intermittent lethargy is partly his legacy.)  Carefully following the recipe for the clay mixture, we shaped our formulation into some semblance of a Pueblo Indian structure.  Not having time to complete the project with the final setting spray and let it dry for 12 hours, we called it complete.  Unfortunately, once inside the un-air-conditioned school the next September day, my Pueblo habitat became a Pueblo glob of goo, and my grade became something similar to that.

            Working well under pressure is an admirable quality, but it is perhaps preferable whenever possible not to place unreasonable time constraints on your work.  So, although procrastinating may end in a pleasantly surprising triumph or in an unbelievably ridiculous failure, it is never a good idea--unless you enjoy cleaning up messy globs of goo.


*Please note that, although this was my answer to nearly everything in adolescence, 
I have since realized the joys of getting projects done (gasp) early and no longer suffer with this affliction (usually).