Juvenile Crime.
Firefighters and childhood obsession with fire.
Government employing petty crooks.
Torsten and his compulsive obsession with looking at my screen.
Torsten and his need to fill me in on his 15,000 dollar check that won't cash from UCCU.
Crane and his need and desire to talk the entire class period, when in fact he should just be giving us funny things to read like the chemical childhood and the stuff white people like. For the elitists in the class like myself he should just talk guns.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
My first paper revised...
In one last ditch effort I revised my first paper a tad to try to get a bit better of a grade on it. DCrane told me that I would get a B+, this paper is going to attempt to reach more of the A Minus or A range. Wink wink.. smile...
I added some good information on how much money 40 billion dollars is. That's how much Exxon Mobile made in profits last fiscal year. 40 billion dollars! That's more than 1,200 dollars a second!
In one last ditch effort I revised my first paper a tad to try to get a bit better of a grade on it. DCrane told me that I would get a B+, this paper is going to attempt to reach more of the A Minus or A range. Wink wink.. smile...
I added some good information on how much money 40 billion dollars is. That's how much Exxon Mobile made in profits last fiscal year. 40 billion dollars! That's more than 1,200 dollars a second!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Cowboys and Aliens
Does the sound of a firetruck or any siren for that matter conjure up any sort of memory for you? I can most certainly tell you that they do for me. Whenever I hear or see the sights and sounds of a firetruck, I am called back to a time in my life when things were exciting, friends were abundant, theivery was rampant, and the very air we would breathe would seem to pulse.
The sound of firetrucks takes me back to a day that involved all of those above mentioned things. "Let's go to Allens Grocery store!", said Eric. Allens just so happened to be our favorite place for killing time, purchasing 1 cent candies and buying the now extinct Clearly Canadian... It just so happens that Allens also happened to be our favorite place for stealing things. Anything.
Today on the menu was ciggarette lighters. Why? Because every 8 year old boy needs a ciggarette lighter, especially in the middle of July, in a vacant field... What goes better with lighters? "I'lll get the W-D 40!" shouted Brickden. Now he was on to something! We'd all seen the effects of fire mixed with a steady stream of W-D 40, this was like the flame thrower from the movie Alien which none of us were allowed to watch but did while Charley's parents were away. Before long we'd played out the entire scene of Sougourney Weaver as she battles creatures from another planet...
Off in the distance we could hear sirens, only adding to the heightened situation. We did what 8 year old boys would do naturally when they sensed trouble, or the reprecussions of trouble, we ran. Thinking we'd escaped with nothing other than our sweet rendition of a classic horror film, we each made our way to our own house with some elaborate lie already in hand about where we'd been for the past few hours. We were in the clear.
I didn't see it when I turned the corner to my house, maybe I wasn't paying attention to things in the now very observant manner that I now portray, but it was hard to miss as I got closer. A firetruck and a police car in my drive way. There was no way... was there? My heart nearly exploded out of my neck it was pounding so fast. Might as well have been acting out a new scene from a different alien movie with the mutant creature climbing out of my throat, leaving me, the shell it's been using for who knows how long bloody and dead on the sidewalk. That would have been better than the ideas that were now aflurry in my mind.
After talking with the authorities and a very very stern, never to be forgotten lecture from mom, I realized that I got away with one of the most awesome childhood stories a kid could hope for. Aside from being grounded from my friends for the entire summer, and doomed to 3 months of folding laundry, I got off scott free!
Luckily 8 year old boys don't get thrown in the slammer for playing with fire. They save that opportunity for adolescents and grown ups. To this day the sound of a firetruck evokes a very distinct memory of flames, aliens and adventure. I also think it's a bit strange, perhaps ironic that my first job outside of highschool was none other than a Firefighter for the federal government, who just so happens to still employ this little alien crusader.
The sound of firetrucks takes me back to a day that involved all of those above mentioned things. "Let's go to Allens Grocery store!", said Eric. Allens just so happened to be our favorite place for killing time, purchasing 1 cent candies and buying the now extinct Clearly Canadian... It just so happens that Allens also happened to be our favorite place for stealing things. Anything.
Today on the menu was ciggarette lighters. Why? Because every 8 year old boy needs a ciggarette lighter, especially in the middle of July, in a vacant field... What goes better with lighters? "I'lll get the W-D 40!" shouted Brickden. Now he was on to something! We'd all seen the effects of fire mixed with a steady stream of W-D 40, this was like the flame thrower from the movie Alien which none of us were allowed to watch but did while Charley's parents were away. Before long we'd played out the entire scene of Sougourney Weaver as she battles creatures from another planet...
Off in the distance we could hear sirens, only adding to the heightened situation. We did what 8 year old boys would do naturally when they sensed trouble, or the reprecussions of trouble, we ran. Thinking we'd escaped with nothing other than our sweet rendition of a classic horror film, we each made our way to our own house with some elaborate lie already in hand about where we'd been for the past few hours. We were in the clear.
I didn't see it when I turned the corner to my house, maybe I wasn't paying attention to things in the now very observant manner that I now portray, but it was hard to miss as I got closer. A firetruck and a police car in my drive way. There was no way... was there? My heart nearly exploded out of my neck it was pounding so fast. Might as well have been acting out a new scene from a different alien movie with the mutant creature climbing out of my throat, leaving me, the shell it's been using for who knows how long bloody and dead on the sidewalk. That would have been better than the ideas that were now aflurry in my mind.
After talking with the authorities and a very very stern, never to be forgotten lecture from mom, I realized that I got away with one of the most awesome childhood stories a kid could hope for. Aside from being grounded from my friends for the entire summer, and doomed to 3 months of folding laundry, I got off scott free!
Luckily 8 year old boys don't get thrown in the slammer for playing with fire. They save that opportunity for adolescents and grown ups. To this day the sound of a firetruck evokes a very distinct memory of flames, aliens and adventure. I also think it's a bit strange, perhaps ironic that my first job outside of highschool was none other than a Firefighter for the federal government, who just so happens to still employ this little alien crusader.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Spring Break
Spring Break this year was a welcomed event. I went camping with my wife in Snow Canyon and it was seriously wonderful. I was on the hunt for the elusive Gila Monster as well as the Endangered Desert Tortoise. All the while looking for scorpions and insects along the way. Alas, there was nothing but beetles in the desert this spring, however I soaked up some sun and enjoyed the 80degree days.
I love spring. Almost as much as I love Octember, which is my favorite month, you take the last half of October and add it to the first half of November and bam, you've got Octember!
I listened to a hell of a lot of NPR, and enjoyed the hell out of that as well.
Meh.. One measly bloggity blog entry for the week.
I love spring. Almost as much as I love Octember, which is my favorite month, you take the last half of October and add it to the first half of November and bam, you've got Octember!
I listened to a hell of a lot of NPR, and enjoyed the hell out of that as well.
Meh.. One measly bloggity blog entry for the week.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
What's kicking my ass about my paper?
What's the skinny on my dead paper?
Here's the low down, fo shizzle DCrane... I'm having so much fun researching my paper, that I don't even want to write about what I'm learning. I've seriously created this knowledge thirsty monster that just wants to jump from source to source and web page to web page devouring the information about death and eco friendly burials. I have managed to get a couple pages down, but this topic is taking over my free time. It's like a wildfire that can't be contained or controlled.
I know I'm a sarcastic cat, however this is true. I am having so much fun with the research over the past week that I've only amassed two pages of paper. It will get better. I promise. But I do think that my 2 pages is better than what BangeterT has put together.
Peace dawg.
Here's the low down, fo shizzle DCrane... I'm having so much fun researching my paper, that I don't even want to write about what I'm learning. I've seriously created this knowledge thirsty monster that just wants to jump from source to source and web page to web page devouring the information about death and eco friendly burials. I have managed to get a couple pages down, but this topic is taking over my free time. It's like a wildfire that can't be contained or controlled.
I know I'm a sarcastic cat, however this is true. I am having so much fun with the research over the past week that I've only amassed two pages of paper. It will get better. I promise. But I do think that my 2 pages is better than what BangeterT has put together.
Peace dawg.
Monday, March 3, 2008
The homework assignment on "Stuff white people like" made me laugh hardily. I actually agree with it, even though someone in this class told me that he thought it was funny if a white person wrote it, if a black person wrote it then he didn't think it was so funny.
I laughed very hard either way. I don't cry who wrote it or what race the person who wrote it is.. It's actually got some good satirical information!
I sent the link to my family and friends... (don't worry, whites only)
I really like the Flight of the Conchords, and when I saw that on the blog, I laughed my ass off. Only because I had actually engaged in a conversation with my white brother in law earlier that day!
If you need more info on the Conchords:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlYkIJVguCU
http://www.errachidia.org/sport/video-EP-2-TLEK0UZH4cs.html
I laughed very hard either way. I don't cry who wrote it or what race the person who wrote it is.. It's actually got some good satirical information!
I sent the link to my family and friends... (don't worry, whites only)
I really like the Flight of the Conchords, and when I saw that on the blog, I laughed my ass off. Only because I had actually engaged in a conversation with my white brother in law earlier that day!
If you need more info on the Conchords:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlYkIJVguCU
http://www.errachidia.org/sport/video-EP-2-TLEK0UZH4cs.html
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