Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It is just one of those days
It is an amazing thing living with 80 other boys and girls all on one floor. The plague hit late last week and is still going strong making it from room to room. When it came originally, I started looking for a sheep to slaughter and smear across the door frame on my dorm room but ran out of time. Two days ago I started feeling the itch in the back of my throat. Crap. It's here, I thought to myself. I just didn't move fast enough. Yesterday I barely made it through my only two classes from 8-10:50AM due to the shivering and quivering, the sneezing and coughing. I think they might have to amputate my nose.
Monday, September 8, 2008
I got a crush on Obama
Barely polical...but as much as I make fun of those who just vote for the candidate that is cuter...I am totally crushin' on Obama.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
One touch knockout
If you haven't heard of "Chi ko," you need to watch more youtube.
I think it is entertaining that Dillman's reasoning behind why Chi ko didn't work on an 8th degree blackbelt is because he held his tongue in his mouth wrong. I am going to try this Cho ko and when a large man jumps me from behind on the streets, I am not going to scream for help, I will be saying "Uhm, sir, can you relax your tongue and lay it flat in your mouth please?"
On another note, the reason I bring this crap up is because I was watching UFC on Spike last night. I have a sick passion for seeing grown men throw themselves at each other only to get the shit beat out of them. Hey now, it is not different from men getting excited while watching women wrestle in green jello. Anyway, two men, an officer in the croatian army and a huuuuuuge hispanic man were locking into the cage together. They started out throwing a few punches and one kick each. Then-- out of no where the Croatian is on the bottom, his eye is cut and for 2 minutes, is barely defending himself. The referee seperates and stands them both back up. Less than 30 seconds later, the huuuuuuge guys leg leaps out of no where and BAM-- contact with the croatians temple. The croatian is down for the count. The worse thing was that while the poor man is falling, his ankle curled under his leg that is the size of my head and snapped in half. Ouch.
I wonder what would have happend it the coatian used Chi ko.
I think it is entertaining that Dillman's reasoning behind why Chi ko didn't work on an 8th degree blackbelt is because he held his tongue in his mouth wrong. I am going to try this Cho ko and when a large man jumps me from behind on the streets, I am not going to scream for help, I will be saying "Uhm, sir, can you relax your tongue and lay it flat in your mouth please?"
On another note, the reason I bring this crap up is because I was watching UFC on Spike last night. I have a sick passion for seeing grown men throw themselves at each other only to get the shit beat out of them. Hey now, it is not different from men getting excited while watching women wrestle in green jello. Anyway, two men, an officer in the croatian army and a huuuuuuge hispanic man were locking into the cage together. They started out throwing a few punches and one kick each. Then-- out of no where the Croatian is on the bottom, his eye is cut and for 2 minutes, is barely defending himself. The referee seperates and stands them both back up. Less than 30 seconds later, the huuuuuuge guys leg leaps out of no where and BAM-- contact with the croatians temple. The croatian is down for the count. The worse thing was that while the poor man is falling, his ankle curled under his leg that is the size of my head and snapped in half. Ouch.
I wonder what would have happend it the coatian used Chi ko.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Spending more money, better?
“Vote or Die.” The campaign used by Hollywood celebrities such as Paris Hilton and
Sean Combs radiates with the power of the people in a democracy. Children of all ages look up to celebrities for the fame and money pouring out of each of their pockets regardless of the fact that many of the celebrities who sported the slogan decided they were too busy to actually vote. Democracy is a “form of government in which the supreme authority rests with the people,” William McClenaghan explains in American Government, a high school textbook. Regardless of how much money is being spent on campaigning across the nation, the people of the United States of America continue to have the choice to vote. The amount of money spent on campaigning should not have an effect on democracy in this country but subconsciously, American’s have a tendency to remember money.
The question still stands, is spending an immense amount of money on campaigning good or bad for democracy? Seeing how big names with big money are following presidential hopefuls for the first time this year, along with a rise in the amount of registered voters, the fact is clear; voters follow money. Though money captures the attention of a wider range of people who are able to vote and brings people to campaign events, many people who attended a speech by Oprah Winfrey supporting Barack Obama as president admitted to only attending to see the world renowned daytime talk show host. Pouring money into campaign slogans and other eye-catching buttons and signs may drawl attention to your name but will hurt democracy in the long run. Psychologists have studied voting for decades and have discovered the tendency of voters to vote for the name they recognize or simply the last name they saw before they went behind the curtain to vote. The more signs put up around town with the candidate’s name on it forces more people to think about the name and commit it to memory but does give any idea as to how that same candidate feels about abortion or the Iraq war. Money will not force someone to research a candidate’s views but does have the power to subconsciously cause a person to vote for a certain candidate. A true democracy cannot survive with money directly controlling votes, subconsciously or directly, through bribes or gimmicks.
Over the last 20 years, with a rise in campaign spending, while attention is brought to the necessity in voting, democracy has been changed forever. A true democracy allows the voters to decide for themselves who they are to vote for. Voters should have the ability to listen to debates and read what a candidate has to say but without even the ability to view Obama’s web page without signing up for daily email, voters are almost being pushed away.
I wrote this a while ago for a class but thought it was a good thing to pull out of the archives.
Sean Combs radiates with the power of the people in a democracy. Children of all ages look up to celebrities for the fame and money pouring out of each of their pockets regardless of the fact that many of the celebrities who sported the slogan decided they were too busy to actually vote. Democracy is a “form of government in which the supreme authority rests with the people,” William McClenaghan explains in American Government, a high school textbook. Regardless of how much money is being spent on campaigning across the nation, the people of the United States of America continue to have the choice to vote. The amount of money spent on campaigning should not have an effect on democracy in this country but subconsciously, American’s have a tendency to remember money.
The question still stands, is spending an immense amount of money on campaigning good or bad for democracy? Seeing how big names with big money are following presidential hopefuls for the first time this year, along with a rise in the amount of registered voters, the fact is clear; voters follow money. Though money captures the attention of a wider range of people who are able to vote and brings people to campaign events, many people who attended a speech by Oprah Winfrey supporting Barack Obama as president admitted to only attending to see the world renowned daytime talk show host. Pouring money into campaign slogans and other eye-catching buttons and signs may drawl attention to your name but will hurt democracy in the long run. Psychologists have studied voting for decades and have discovered the tendency of voters to vote for the name they recognize or simply the last name they saw before they went behind the curtain to vote. The more signs put up around town with the candidate’s name on it forces more people to think about the name and commit it to memory but does give any idea as to how that same candidate feels about abortion or the Iraq war. Money will not force someone to research a candidate’s views but does have the power to subconsciously cause a person to vote for a certain candidate. A true democracy cannot survive with money directly controlling votes, subconsciously or directly, through bribes or gimmicks.
Over the last 20 years, with a rise in campaign spending, while attention is brought to the necessity in voting, democracy has been changed forever. A true democracy allows the voters to decide for themselves who they are to vote for. Voters should have the ability to listen to debates and read what a candidate has to say but without even the ability to view Obama’s web page without signing up for daily email, voters are almost being pushed away.
I wrote this a while ago for a class but thought it was a good thing to pull out of the archives.
Our future
"I'm a Republican!"
Those three words came out of my friends mouth the other day and it hit me-- YOU are my future? Shit. I turned around in my swivel chair attached to my desk and asked, "what are your views on taxes between the rich and middle class?"
"I don't know! I asked my mom yesterday and she told me I was a Republican!"
Shit.
Maybe you should watch the Democratic National Convention, you know Obama is coming to Dublin, OH, why not go see him?
"No way, Obama is never going to be president."
"Why not?"
"He's black."
Shit.
"Really? I didn't notice, I did notice that McCain is OLD!!!!" I followed by sticking my tongue out at her and turning back around.
I never joke about these things, this really happend. For those of you who are registered to vote because it was the cool thing to do or it was just required by your Government teacher your Senior year of High School, please watch the news, its way more interesting than you may think.
Those three words came out of my friends mouth the other day and it hit me-- YOU are my future? Shit. I turned around in my swivel chair attached to my desk and asked, "what are your views on taxes between the rich and middle class?"
"I don't know! I asked my mom yesterday and she told me I was a Republican!"
Shit.
Maybe you should watch the Democratic National Convention, you know Obama is coming to Dublin, OH, why not go see him?
"No way, Obama is never going to be president."
"Why not?"
"He's black."
Shit.
"Really? I didn't notice, I did notice that McCain is OLD!!!!" I followed by sticking my tongue out at her and turning back around.
I never joke about these things, this really happend. For those of you who are registered to vote because it was the cool thing to do or it was just required by your Government teacher your Senior year of High School, please watch the news, its way more interesting than you may think.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Burnt Cookies
They didn’t taste very good
Even the unburnt pieces I managed to find
Among the dough I didn’t eat.
Usually when I make cookies
They are beautiful and delicious;
Not these.
Dark, brown, and hard
Cemented to the cookie sheet
Spread across the entire pan
Placed under hot water for
Four hours;
Eventually the bonds would break
And the scraping would begin
Scrape Scrape Scrape
It turns into a melody
To amuse me during the hour
Of scraping.
Then suddenly, the cookies are no more
And I am worried
Left with only yet another good story
Of the cookie sheet and me.
This is from the night when everything went wrong. I love my best friend Erin, we have known each other since we were 6 and every time we see each other-- we bake. Cakes, cookies, chex mix (we have found a way to bake it), and other various delicious treats. Anyway, Erin's parents left for Temple around 7:45 and were to be back around 10. In two hours, what could go wrong?!
I spoke too soon. With in two hours, we had forgotten about the cookies in the oven, her dog had chewed through the cord on her clothes iron, i had shattered the light on the fan in the living room, her cat had class in its foot and we were missing another cat. It was a fun night.
Even the unburnt pieces I managed to find
Among the dough I didn’t eat.
Usually when I make cookies
They are beautiful and delicious;
Not these.
Dark, brown, and hard
Cemented to the cookie sheet
Spread across the entire pan
Placed under hot water for
Four hours;
Eventually the bonds would break
And the scraping would begin
Scrape Scrape Scrape
It turns into a melody
To amuse me during the hour
Of scraping.
Then suddenly, the cookies are no more
And I am worried
Left with only yet another good story
Of the cookie sheet and me.
This is from the night when everything went wrong. I love my best friend Erin, we have known each other since we were 6 and every time we see each other-- we bake. Cakes, cookies, chex mix (we have found a way to bake it), and other various delicious treats. Anyway, Erin's parents left for Temple around 7:45 and were to be back around 10. In two hours, what could go wrong?!
I spoke too soon. With in two hours, we had forgotten about the cookies in the oven, her dog had chewed through the cord on her clothes iron, i had shattered the light on the fan in the living room, her cat had class in its foot and we were missing another cat. It was a fun night.
A Heavy Brow
All I want to do
Is have your trust again
Dance across your eyelids
Tango up your heavy brow
And erase the pain that I have caused
If only I knew to take your battered body
And breathe it back to life
If you let me foxtrot with you
All the way down to your nose
And fix what I have done
I would try to earn your trust
If only I knew to take your battered body
And breathe it back to life
If you let me waltz with you
All the way down to your cheek
And ride a tear from you chin
To see where it would fall
I would promise to dance with you again
Just wait for me to return
Is have your trust again
Dance across your eyelids
Tango up your heavy brow
And erase the pain that I have caused
If only I knew to take your battered body
And breathe it back to life
If you let me foxtrot with you
All the way down to your nose
And fix what I have done
I would try to earn your trust
If only I knew to take your battered body
And breathe it back to life
If you let me waltz with you
All the way down to your cheek
And ride a tear from you chin
To see where it would fall
I would promise to dance with you again
Just wait for me to return
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