Sunday, December 18, 2011

Risk

     Knowing when to take risks is important.  Take too many and you'll ruin your life.  Take none and your life might as well be ruined because you'll be bored crazy.  All of my best memories are results of me taking responsible risks.  If I hadn't taken them I'd have a less satisfying life.
     People need to take risks to have fun.  Even having a conversation with someone you don't know is risking judgment.  Don't expect me to take a vow of silence to feel better about myself.  Still, there is still plenty that isn't worth risking.  I don't do anything that will get me in a bad place with my family.  I won't do anything where I know I could easily get injured.  I won't get in trouble with the law.  I won't do anything that will hurt another person.  I won't risk anything that is really valuable.
     I know what I care about and I will never risk any part of it.  But I won't sit back and have life fly away.  I used to be terrified of rollercoasters.  I didn't realize how miniscule the risk was compared to the payout.  I'm not talking about adrenaline, I'm talking about the sense of camaraderie I feel with my friends or family when we finish an especially scary ride.  I used to sit on a bench alone for half an hour while my family waited in line together.  Amusement parks are really some of the safest places in the country.  I just let fear cloud my judgment of them and prevent me from taking fulfilling risks.  Experiences like that are what have developed my beliefs about risk taking.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Flex Screens

    I guess I've gotten into a habit of randomly surfing the web when I have no clue what to write about for an open topic blog post.  Since I never have a clue what to write about, about an hour of my Sundays are now devoted to Googling randomly and hoping to find something cool, interesting, or just weird.  And while the weird greatly outnumbers the interesting, it is something interesting that is the topic of this post.
     Samsung has developed flexible screens for their new phones.  Flexible screens have been around since circa. 2004, but other than that I didn't find much info on them. Not that that matters, it sure looks cool.
Now you can watch Ice Age on a bendy screen!
     I'm having a difficult time thinking of practical uses this could have for a phone, but then again, practicality doesn't necessarily sell phones.  I would get one, but the screen would probably get boring after a couple hours of messing with it.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Room Diving

     It's nearly impossible to walk in my room without stepping on something.  A bunch of cards have spread themselves out over about three square feet of my floor.  I just left them in a pile on the floor about a month ago and since then they have sneakily taken over a tenth of the open floor in my room.  Not that there was much open floor to begin with.
     A corner of my room has been invaded by my overflowing book collection, my blanket never seems to stay on the bed, and a few pounds of clothes have haphazardly strewn themselves over the remaining area.  Luckily, I have a desk for... no wait, the desk is completely useless.  Covered with more cards, awesome speakers, random papers, a seventh grade art project with a broken arm, my uselessly slow laptop, and glasses I haven't used for over four years, it is remarkable that my desk hasn't collapsed. I do my homework downstairs.
     Still, this "crap" isn't meaningless.  The massive amounts of cards are all from decks in my collection.  I get a new deck every family vacation.  My books are amazing.  The awesome speakers are awesome.  My glasses were a necessary part of three years of my life and then a pink eye infested week of eighth grade.  The seventh grade art project is the only art creation I have ever been proud of, not including written or musical art.  The laptop, well, it's had better days, but it used to be the Lego League laptop, and Lego League was ridiculously fun.  I have no idea what most of the papers even mean.
     Overall, my room tells my life story.  Reminders past obsessions are found everywhere.  While a lot of the contents are pointless artifacts now, they all show what I've done.  And what I've done has formed who I am.

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Answers!

1. Description

2. Process Analysis

3. Compare/Contrast

4. I meant for this to be a narrative, even though it was based around an example.  The tree basically inspired me to use awe as my word.

5. Definition

6. This one was meant to be my example, but since you guys guessed I'd already done an example it makes sense that you would get this wrong.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Awe

1. The massive pillar of stone towered above the surrounding plains.  The rock was streaked with deep, wide lines running that ran up it.  Around the pillar, giant boulders lay piled upon each other, the remnants of an ancient volcano.  This amazing natural woder, Devil's Tower, stood outlined by a clear blue sky.  Every aspect of it inspired awe in the onlookers, from its impressive form to its auspicious name.  There is nothing like it on Earth.

2. There are many factors that contribute to making something awe-inspiring.  First, it needs to be so strange, good looking, or well made that it can lead to feelings of near disbelief.  Also, it must be unique, whether it is an object, experience, or idea.  And finally, it needs to provoke further and deeper thought.  Something's uniqueness and quality must come together to create the strange mix of disbelief and near meditative thought that is awe.

3. While wonderment and awe are often paired together, they are not completely synonymous terms.  Perople can wonder without feeling the sense of greater importantce that is associated with awe.  A person can wonder where they left there car keys, but that doesn't mean they are in awe of the mystery of their dissapearing keys.  When people wonder about complex, important thoughts and marvel at strange happenings, they begin to feel awe.  A sense of wonderment is simply a component of awe.

4. This morning I had to return my grandpa's car.  I use it when he doesn't need it for work.  On the drive to my grandparent's house, on a route that I take all the time, I noticed a tree for the first time.  It stood directly acriss the street from my neighborhood.  It was massive, and its leafless branches twisted and spiraled out.  It seemed so simple, yet it was incredibly complex.  I was in awe of it for the rest of the drive.

5. Awe is defined by Robert Pluchik as a combination of fear and suprise.  While this may work as a basic definition, I don't think it comes close to truly capturing what awe is.  While awe in itself feels like a combination of the feelings of suprise and fear, it, is not felt when a person is both suprised and scared.  I believe a more accurate definition of awe would be to consider it as a feeling a genuine admiration for something that is uniquely meaningful.

6. Great works of art often fill people with awe.  What needs to be discovered about this, is why?  What is so compelling about a few strokes of paint?  It is the way that artists are able to somehow completely convey their feelings at the time they were painting.  The great amout of talent and intellect required to do this astounds most people, if they spend time thinking about it.  It is the realization that making a piece of are is such a complex task, and that each piece of art is somehow able to convey different emotions that creates the sensation of awe.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Wet Cats.

     So, I just caught the last blog post, and realized I had fifteen minutes left to get my post out.  It usually takes me about half and hour to write a post, even open topic, so this is going to be a bit of a challenge.
     I have learned some random facts today while procrastinating finishing my narrative.  I guess I'll share those for this post.  First, a lot of cats actually really like water.  Cats often swim to play and cool off, especially in warm climates.  In colder areas, cats aren't any less likely to get wet than most animals.  Domestic cats probably only dislike water because squirt bottles are sometimes used as punishment.  Some cats in Turkey have even developed water-proof coats and are nick-named "swimming-cats." 
     Why was I researching cats?  I have not idea.  I'm really more of a dog person.  Still, it's always fun to disprove conventional wisdom.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Computers are Evil

    Everyone knows that computers will someday achieve superhuman capabilities and take over the Earth.  I mean, the Internet is already destroying cultures, language, and the economy.  Right?  Honestly, a lot of people completely overreact when it comes to technology.
    But first, lets get this out of the way.  I am not saying that we should allow technological research to go on without government regulation.  I am not saying I want all print media to die (I read the newspaper semi-daily).  I am not saying that the Internet should be completely uncensored.  And I am not saying that people should not be wary of "Big Brother."  However, people cannot allow fear of technology to stop them from realizing its benefits.
     According to Time Magazine, only forty-five percent of people over sixty-six believe that the Internet was a change for the better.  Forty-five percent of senior citizens would rather live without the Internet.  I try to understand their opinions, but it is very difficult.  Just think of the medical benefits of having the Internet.  Collaboration between doctors and biologists has skyrocketed with the Internet.  With this collaboration, cures for diseases will come much sooner, and save many lives.
  Computers and the Internet, like most technologies, come with many risks.  I believe that these risks can be tamed through just and thoughtful legislation and should never become too problematic.  The advantages of technologies should not and cannot be ignored simply because of fear.
(X2 126)

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Volleyball

     So, last night was the Marching Band party.  The culmination of the entire season.  And the chance to find out what section is best.  The volleyball tournament.  What does volleyball have to do with how good of musicians we are?  Absolutely nothing.  That doesn't people from making it into a big deal.
     For most of history, the dreaded Drum Line Dynasty had ruled the volleyball tourney with cruelty and intimidation.  Then, last year, a small group of trombonist dueled the drum line in an epic three game series that went down to the wire.  Through mockery and utter randomness they prevailed.  The entire band rejoiced as the drum line fell apart.
     Yesterday was the anniversary of this glorious event.  Even with the success last year, we trombonists knew we faced a great challenge.  The drum line still craved the title of champions.  They had not lost twice in a row any time in recent memory.  Yet this year the band was prepared for them.  We trombonists donned their crime scene tape, fake beards, and ponchos and went to do battle.
    However, a rematch was not destined, as the drum line fell in the second round to the mellophones.  It was a glorious moment and cemented the end of the Drum Line Dynasty.  We then took the championship with ease.  Although we now have won two years in a row, we trombonists swear we will never allow ourselves to become like the drum line.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

My writing process

     When I write, I really don't care what is going on around me, or what I'm wearing (to an extent).  I like to be at my home computer, but I can write elsewhere.  Nothing really matters in my writing process except noise.  I can't stand people talking while I try and write.  It distracts me more than anything else.  So when I write, my family is exiled to upstairs.
    It makes me feel a little mean that I make them do this, but luckily they understand.  I've tried listening to music, but it distracts me even if it's an instrumental.  I've tried putting my earbuds in without music but that's even worse.  It works for while, but then the cord starts to rub against the computer cabinet and make a really annoying sound.
     I have no idea why sound is so much more distracting to me than anything else.  If it's quiet, I can write comfortably.  If it isn't, I can barely get a sentence down without looking around and getting distracted.  Noting besides sound really matters in my writing process.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

2 Million Minutes

     Normally I try to come up with a unique viewpoint to discuss in my blog posts.  Today, I'm just too upset about the film 2 Million Minutes.  Right now I would much rather rant than think.  Sadly, I'm not a very good ranter so I guess I'll have to include some thoughts in this post anyways.  I can still, however, guarantee that none of my thoughts on 2 Million Minutes will praise the film.
      After reading Freakonomics, I feel like I understand how to gather good data.  The director of 2 Million Minutes probably never read Freakonomics or any other book that involved any speech about surveys and sample sizes.  Did he seriously think that two kids from each of India, China, and the USA could come close to representing the masses?  Of course he didn't, but he probably realized that the smaller number of examples he gave the easier it would be for him to fit these samples into the stereotypes he was trying to display.  The director abused his power and presented a slanted viewpoint of all three countries pictured.
      Now, I haven't spent any time in India and China so I really can't challenge what the director presented about those countries, but I've spent over 8.5 million minutes in the US.  I've spent a lot of that time doing homework.  It has been very hard.  When some guy made a movie about the fact that it isn't hard, I got upset.  I got upset because he is wrong.  I see kids in school working hard all the time.  Even kids that everyone judges to be lazy and worthless often realize they still have to dedicate time to school.  While it may be easy to depict America as a lazy, defunct society, that is not what America is.  There is still hard work being done.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Internet is a Strange Place

     I was busy trying to find out what to write about for this annoying open topic blog post when I got bored.  I clicked up on the little plus sign above the address bar and went of to find something to look at while procrastinating.  Now, I'm pretty familiar with the Internet.  I probably spend way too much time on it.  Still, I pride myself on knowing a bit more about the Internet then the Average Joe.  So, while I was surfing today, I discovered what I wanted to write about.  The Internet is probably the strangest place on Earth.  An example: when I googled "cool pictures," this is one of the pictures that came up.
When I first saw this, I was actually really creeped out. It just looked too much like severed feet.

     There was also a picture of a penguin drinking Coke on a beach, an ad for some random Playstation game from 2000, the cover of a sixties comic book that's being rebooted, and a cartoon that explained exactly how much of your boxers to show if you wanted to be cool.  Oh, and two pictures of the rapper LL Cool J, who apparently only shows enough of his boxers to be considered "kinda cool."
Funnily enough, the person who posted this got their account suspended.
And what is the point of that obnoxious belt buckle?
 
    All of those pictures were on the first page of results.  I think that page is decently close to representing a microcosm of Internet culture.  That's because the Internet has evolved from being a simple research tool.  It's become the home of some sort of complex secret society that formed when someone took all the cultures of the world and threw them in a giant blender.  It's become the most bizarre place that has ever existed.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Obama's Speech

     Obama spends most of the introduction of his speech building ethos.  He obviously has ethos as the President, but that isn't the type of ethos he is trying to project in this speech.  He says, "I don't want to be just another adult who stands up and lectures you like you're just kids."  His goal is to help the students relate to him and trust him.  Obama succeeds in this matter by speaking about his early school years and extracurricular activities.  He also uses a lot of pathos when he uses humor to build support and talks about how students have to make sacrifices in the current economy.
     He then begins to argue about how students should use school as a tool to help them achieve success later in life  One part of this is that students should always attempt to do their best.  A strategy that he uses to help his message reach a lot of kids is to make sure he doesn't define being a good student as getting good grades.  He appeals to basic qualities, such as determination, that everyone can improve regardless of their academic abilities.
     Another part of his argument about making school worthwhile is to use it as a sort of testing grounds for what you may like.  He brings up examples of classes that may inspire certain occupations.  This point is a great example of how he keeps the feel of his speech very positive.  He doesn't say, "This class will inspire you to be a minimum wage factory worker" and he doesn't mention jobs that may be controversial because his goal is to inspire students.
     Most of his speech is a call to action for students across the country.  Because of this, he strongly appeals to emotions of determination and pride.   He speaks very often about responsibility and tries to make students feel important.  While the skeleton of his argument is a pretty basic logical pathway, he focuses a lot more on pathos than logos.  He brings up student examples, but they aren't mainly used to logically convince students to be like the examples.  He can't possibly make that connection, the examples are extreme outliers.  However, he can instill determination, and even a sense of competitiveness by using the examples.
     Throughout the speech, Obama's tone stays very calm.  He does slightly raise his voice when he gets to an important point, but not anywhere near the extent to which MLK does.  His movements are also very calm and basic because he wants the students to focus on what he is saying instead of what he is doing.  His speech seems to flow together between his main points.  There were signposts when he changed topics, but they weren't very obvious at all.  I believe he was trying to replicate having a normal conversation with the students instead of making it clear that he was giving a huge, important speech.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

After the Crow.

     Wouldn't it be nice if discrimination was as blatantly obvious now as it was when the Jim Crow laws were in effect?  It would be so much easier to promote equality if there was still a tangible enemy of it.  How can you fight something that some people (idiots) don't even believe exists anymore.  "Oh no," they say, "African Americans just have twice the poverty rate as Caucasians because they don't try as hard."
     The Jim Crow laws were designed to try and hide away black citizens like unwanted pimples.  Now that those laws aren't in effect the citizens are visible, but their problems seem to have disappeared.  Of course the problems still exist; they just aren't flashy enough to attract help.  Even a citizen who prides himself on his morals has no qualms about not helping other races.  The trouble now is that inequality can be overlooked too easily.
     While throwing Jimmy out the door was tough, now we have to get all of that soot that fell off him out of our house.  The trouble is that, by now, the soot is hidden deep in crevasses in the floorboards.  While it might be easy to ignore the remnants of racism, the problem still exists.  If you were to really try, you could still pick up that lingering sooty scent.
     It might be hard to acknowledge, but repealing the Jim Crow laws was the easy compared to what must happen next.  What we need to change now is our basic attitude toward different people.  For some reason, a sense of superiority has become part of human nature.  It is only when we get rid of this sad belief that discrimination can really end.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Writer's Lives

     What really struck me when I was reading these stories was that the writers all came from remarkably different backgrounds.  They had different family experiences, different friends, and completely different lives.  How did they all turn to writing?  How did these seemingly completely separate people connect and take up the same occupation?  It isn't like writing is something that almost everyone naturally wants to do, like being a famous actor or athlete.  In fact, a lot of people despise writing.  They want nothing to do with it at all.
     What is it then, that makes all these various people write?  Maybe it's because writings can be as varied as the people that create them.  People can write about intimate family moments or horrible family travesties.  They can write that eating animals is despicable, or they can detail the complex intricacies of the hunt.  They can even write about a simple guy and his quest to get some scrambled eggs.
     Writing is about people conveying emotions and beliefs.  Maybe writers are simply people that experience deeply emotional events or develop strong, complex beliefs.  But many people have impactful experiences and develop firm beliefs and still don't become writers.  That's because what truly connects all writers is their insatiable need to tell.  To reach out to others, and say, "This is my life, learn from it and be a better person."  They feel they need to reach their readers, not so they hand over their checkbooks, but so they go out and change.  Writers are people who go through their lives and realize that they want to help the world.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Why I Write

I read a lot.  I love to get wrapped up in a story.  I once read a seven-hundred page book in one sitting, and it's this love for stories that inspires me to write.  I want to create a world that can suck people in so that as soon as they leave all they want to do is go back.  I want to make people laugh out loud, I want to make them happy, I want to make them wonder about issues in society.  I want to keep readers up to two in the morning, even though they know they'll regret it later.  I want to entertain people.  Most importantly, I want to inspire readers like the authors I read inspire me.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

First Post!

My blog looked pretty weird without anything posted, so I figured I might as well write this. So, welcome! I hope you will find this blog somewhat entertaining, though it exists simply because of AP Composition. I'm not sure what my next post will be about, but I predict that it will be very well written. Bye!