Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
My Interviewee
We both sat down across opposite ends of the table, getting ready to work on our LEGO robot project. Miguel removed the grey hood from over his head, revealing his short buzzed hair that barely covered his head. He removed his hoodie since it was pretty warm indoors as compared to the outdoors where it snowed constantly. I was surprised his sleeves were managing to hold in his massive arms. I was almost afraid he would accidentally break the little fragile pieces. He took out his large black-rimmed spectacles and placed him over his penetrating eyes.
"Alright, pull up the instructions menu, bro." he said with a slight Mexican accent. "Let's get it over with."
"Yup.' I replied.
I pulled my laptop out of my bag and pulled up the instructions manual after powering it up.
Miguel pulled himself from the sofa to the floor to get more comfortable. He picked up a few pieces of the LEGO set and began inspecting them, resembling a detective looking for answers.
Finally, he smiled, revealing his upper set of teeth.
"Bro," he said with a confident tone. "We can finish this in less than an hour. This is baby stuff."
"Let's finish this up quick then!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Then we can finally eat!"
"Fo' sho'!" he said, for like the millionth time that day.
And finally, we began working on the project. Miguel constantly moved his massive arms around, working at the pieces while I read out the instructions while at the same time, putting the pieces of together.
"Alright, pull up the instructions menu, bro." he said with a slight Mexican accent. "Let's get it over with."
"Yup.' I replied.
I pulled my laptop out of my bag and pulled up the instructions manual after powering it up.
Miguel pulled himself from the sofa to the floor to get more comfortable. He picked up a few pieces of the LEGO set and began inspecting them, resembling a detective looking for answers.
Finally, he smiled, revealing his upper set of teeth.
"Bro," he said with a confident tone. "We can finish this in less than an hour. This is baby stuff."
"Let's finish this up quick then!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Then we can finally eat!"
"Fo' sho'!" he said, for like the millionth time that day.
And finally, we began working on the project. Miguel constantly moved his massive arms around, working at the pieces while I read out the instructions while at the same time, putting the pieces of together.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Feb-26
The sun is out, the snow is melting, I have a smile on my face and put my light clothes on and as I walk out the front door expecting a touch of warmth on my face, a strong blast of icy cold wind hits me in the face. What a perfect way to start the day.
By the time I get to my first class, my ear are numb.
After 50 minutes of warmth, I walk to my second class across campus in ten minutes, freezing my mouth in the process.
After another 50 minutes of warmth (and a quiz), I walk to my third and last class of the day which was an hr and forty-five minutes which meant an hour and forty-five minutes of warm air. I walk in class and find out it was cancelled....so I walk back to my dorm, freezing my hands in the process which was unusual since my hands were in my pockets. So now here I am in my room, feeling warm and writing this down.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Oscar Pistorius
I didn't feel much in my legs as I stood ready at the mark, waiting for the umpire to fire his blank gun that would get us running. I felt nothing in my legs because I didn't have any real legs but prosthetics. The sun was glaring down on all of us as if telling us that it's going to bring hell on us. I was afraid it might be right. I took a glance at my opponents besides me, knowing that that they felt my inclusion into this race was unfair because of my 'advanced legs'. But if the committed allowed it, then, I don't care what the hell these guys think, I'm gonna race and I'm gonna win!
Ten seconds later, I heard the blank gunshot and all of a sudden, I felt every energy in my body unite to give me deciding strength. And as quick as that happen, I started running. And as I started running, I felt perspiration running down my face. Why am I sweating so quickly? Have I been standing at the mark too long?
Stop worrying about it! Just finish the damn race and get that trophy! The crowd became a blur as I raced past them, passing a few of the runners, feeling their angry glare stabbing on my back. I couldn't see the crowd very well but I knew they were staring at me, probably wondering if I was even supposed to be in the race? Well, it's their problem if they think that way. It's not my fault I have no legs!
As far as the sun goes, it kept it's promise. As I ran through the track, I felt the heat running me down slowly.The sweat running down my face was tantamount to a small water fountain running down a wall. I didn't even bother looking back to see how far my opponents were because I had a feeling it just might cost me the race.
Run! I shouted in my head. You have no legs and you made it this far! What's a little sun gonna do to you? Just run!
With that in mind, I ran like no human ran before. Past my glaring opponents, past the cheering crowd and straight under the burning, merciless sun.
Ten seconds later, I heard the blank gunshot and all of a sudden, I felt every energy in my body unite to give me deciding strength. And as quick as that happen, I started running. And as I started running, I felt perspiration running down my face. Why am I sweating so quickly? Have I been standing at the mark too long?
Stop worrying about it! Just finish the damn race and get that trophy! The crowd became a blur as I raced past them, passing a few of the runners, feeling their angry glare stabbing on my back. I couldn't see the crowd very well but I knew they were staring at me, probably wondering if I was even supposed to be in the race? Well, it's their problem if they think that way. It's not my fault I have no legs!
As far as the sun goes, it kept it's promise. As I ran through the track, I felt the heat running me down slowly.The sweat running down my face was tantamount to a small water fountain running down a wall. I didn't even bother looking back to see how far my opponents were because I had a feeling it just might cost me the race.
Run! I shouted in my head. You have no legs and you made it this far! What's a little sun gonna do to you? Just run!
With that in mind, I ran like no human ran before. Past my glaring opponents, past the cheering crowd and straight under the burning, merciless sun.
Commercial (men)
The commercial I had just viewed seems to form a bond between a man and his truck. It seems to shadow a man's fantasy on two points: the human male driving a truck through the open road, making stops to eat etc. while chatting up women and bull who is dropped by the man in front of a horde of female cows. There was a physiological link between the man and the bull.
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