Seven seconds left, the game is still tied
Rondo brings the ball up the court
He passes to pierce, steps in
Drives, two seconds left
Steps back, one second
Shoots and swishes
The Celtics
Win
Monday, May 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The rough ocean
The ocean can be a rough place for a lone, old fisherman. It can test your physical health as well as your mental health. In the story the old man and the sea the main character Santiago is tested both mentally and physically. Santiago is also faced with some tough decisions over the course of the story. A decision that Santiago made in the story was to chase the marlin out into the middle of the ocean with out Manolin with very few supplies.
When Santiago saw the marlin I knew that he would not ever give up until he caught his prize fish. So when Santiago chased the noble fish half way across the Gulf of Mexico I was not surprised. Some consequences for this decision were he going so far out and for so long he lost many of the supplies he was already very low on. This really affected his physical and mental health. “What kind of hand is that,” He said. “Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no good.” Pg. Santiago started to become physically and mentally ill. His physical problems started with the hand cramp and continued to starvation. His mental issues were less severe but he did a lot of talking to himself and talking to things that could not understand him just like his hand.
Another part of Santiago’s decision to go so far out into the ocean had major consequences. When he left without Manolin it was very easy to see that he would regret this decision. There were many times when Santiago had wished the boy came with him on this journey. “I wish the boy was here,” he said aloud. But you haven’t got the boy, he thought. You have only yourself and you had better work back to the last line now, in the dark or not in the dark, and cut it away and hook up the two reserve coils.” Santiago needs Manolin to help with some of the physical aspects of the catch. Santiago realizes he needs the boy when he is getting a hand cramp because that is when his fatigue starts to kick in. The boy also could have rubbed his cramp to help him loosen it. Also Santiago needs the boy to keep him mentally stable throughout the journey. If Santiago had brought the boy with him on his journey he would have been able to converse with someone who could understand what he was talking about and distress himself.
Santiago also paid consequences for not packing sufficient supplies for the journey he went on. He did not bring the correct amount of food that would satisfy his hunger through out the journey. So instead of just popping a snack out his basket or making a sandwich Santiago had to make an extra physical effort to catch the albacore he eats. He also did not bring the proper dressings for the food he did catch. AS Santiago east a raw tuna he caught with his gaff; “Chew it well, he thought, and get all the juices. It would not be bad to eat with a little lime or lemon with salt.” If Santiago had packed the dressing for the food before he left then the raw tuna may not have upset his stomach and he could have ate enough to soothe his cramp.
In the rough environment our lone fisherman Santiago made the decision to leave home without Manolin or packing properly first to chase the glorious marlin out into the Gulf of Mexico. For these decisions he paid the consequences. He took physical and mental tolls from each of these decisions. They all had a snowball effect on each other. He got the cramp from going far out, he could not relieve because he did not have the proper nourishment to do so or the boy to rub it so it would loosen.
When Santiago saw the marlin I knew that he would not ever give up until he caught his prize fish. So when Santiago chased the noble fish half way across the Gulf of Mexico I was not surprised. Some consequences for this decision were he going so far out and for so long he lost many of the supplies he was already very low on. This really affected his physical and mental health. “What kind of hand is that,” He said. “Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no good.” Pg. Santiago started to become physically and mentally ill. His physical problems started with the hand cramp and continued to starvation. His mental issues were less severe but he did a lot of talking to himself and talking to things that could not understand him just like his hand.
Another part of Santiago’s decision to go so far out into the ocean had major consequences. When he left without Manolin it was very easy to see that he would regret this decision. There were many times when Santiago had wished the boy came with him on this journey. “I wish the boy was here,” he said aloud. But you haven’t got the boy, he thought. You have only yourself and you had better work back to the last line now, in the dark or not in the dark, and cut it away and hook up the two reserve coils.” Santiago needs Manolin to help with some of the physical aspects of the catch. Santiago realizes he needs the boy when he is getting a hand cramp because that is when his fatigue starts to kick in. The boy also could have rubbed his cramp to help him loosen it. Also Santiago needs the boy to keep him mentally stable throughout the journey. If Santiago had brought the boy with him on his journey he would have been able to converse with someone who could understand what he was talking about and distress himself.
Santiago also paid consequences for not packing sufficient supplies for the journey he went on. He did not bring the correct amount of food that would satisfy his hunger through out the journey. So instead of just popping a snack out his basket or making a sandwich Santiago had to make an extra physical effort to catch the albacore he eats. He also did not bring the proper dressings for the food he did catch. AS Santiago east a raw tuna he caught with his gaff; “Chew it well, he thought, and get all the juices. It would not be bad to eat with a little lime or lemon with salt.” If Santiago had packed the dressing for the food before he left then the raw tuna may not have upset his stomach and he could have ate enough to soothe his cramp.
In the rough environment our lone fisherman Santiago made the decision to leave home without Manolin or packing properly first to chase the glorious marlin out into the Gulf of Mexico. For these decisions he paid the consequences. He took physical and mental tolls from each of these decisions. They all had a snowball effect on each other. He got the cramp from going far out, he could not relieve because he did not have the proper nourishment to do so or the boy to rub it so it would loosen.
Friday, January 30, 2009
The Glacier
It was noon and Gary was waiting interminably for Larry in the skiff. Their skiff was a different kind of skiff. It had a tall roof and motorized ores.the boat had all the sustanance for survival. The skiff had to leave by 12:30 for the maritime journey to conquer something.The two were zealot about this mission.
Finally Larry was thrown out of a cab going way over the speed limit. Gary was cracking up as he watched him tumble for a few feet, get up and run to get on the skiff before he left with out him.
“Hello Larry, you are almost late.” Gary said in a dark tone.
“Are you kidding me Gary you are so damn critical of everyone.” Hollered Larry from his part of the skiff.
With that little squabble they were off to find a place that even they could conquer. As the two sailors approached the North Atlantic Ocean they got hungry noticed a massive albacore swim under their skiff. So quickly Gary got up and took out his gaff. He ran to the gunwhale of the small rowboat and poked the albacore ferociously. He had caught the albacore.
“Oh hell no you are going to be our dinner and like it!” Gary yelled at the albacore flopping on the deck of the skiff. “I will not allow you to thwart my plans for a big dinner tonight you delicious tasting fish.” Gary exclaimed in a stern voice.
As Gary was ranting about stopping the rather large fish from flopping all over the skiff Larry saw a large glacier in the dark. It was night before Gary got the fish to get calmed down and ready to eat.
“Hey Gary today I saw a massive glacier that we should conquer.” Larry explained to Gary
“Really, was the snow accumulation good enough for our purposes?” Questioned Gary.
“Hell yes, the snow was deep powder with some runs that aren’t that steep perfect to build jib parks.” Larry explained.
“If this is true this is the island we are going to conquer. Larry you know now you’re supposed to get up and set us on course for that island.” Said Gary in a happy voice.
Through the night the small boat crawled over the water and under the cumulus clouds towards the glacier. By daybreak they were at the shores of the island. Because the boat was a skiff it had a flat bottom so it could still float in very shoal water. Another customization of the boat is wheels can come out to get it onto the shore and out of the water.
Gary woke in the morning and said “ Larry go into the storage compartment and get our snow stuff.”
“Ok I got it.” Larry answered in an annoyed tone.
So they gathered their stuff and ventured off onto the seemingly deserted island’s backcountry terrain. There were amazing hits and great gaps already built out of natural terrain. It was paradise; it was what the tow conquerors had been searching for, for their whole lives. As Gary and Larry came down the mountain Slashing powder everywhere they heard a booming voice.
“Who are you and what are you doing on my island?” Questioned a very benevolant looking man.
“We are Gary and Larry and we are here to transform this island into the ultimate snowboarding experience.” Explained Gary in his most intimidating voice.
“You shall not even begin this project under my watch.” Screamed Captain Scar in an extremely angry voice.
“Ok then I will complete my project without you on this island!” Hollered Gary.
The two made a bet that whoever did the best trick off the big air jump that Larry built got to have control of the island. The rules of the bet were a best of 3 run format. Whoever did the best run in three runs got to keep the island. It was Gary’s first run and he threw a switch backside 1080. Then Captain Scar threw a double rodeo 1080. The contest was heating up threw the second run and so was the trash talk.
The wind was whipping in Gary’s face as he dropped down the run towards the jump under the cirrus clouds. As Gary approached the take off he started to rotate his shoulders around. He hit the lip and threw his body around like a screwdriver in the air. He landed the trick right in the sweet spot of the landing. He threw a trick the world had never seen before; a back flip 1440. So after seeing that trick Captain Scar just gave up.
So now larry and Gary have now conquered and emancipated the island from captain scar.Then they purported the island as a giant terrain park. The two conquerors transformed the island into a perfect jib park. They also had a few extremely good jump lines. So Gary and Larry lived and rode on the island until the day they died.
Finally Larry was thrown out of a cab going way over the speed limit. Gary was cracking up as he watched him tumble for a few feet, get up and run to get on the skiff before he left with out him.
“Hello Larry, you are almost late.” Gary said in a dark tone.
“Are you kidding me Gary you are so damn critical of everyone.” Hollered Larry from his part of the skiff.
With that little squabble they were off to find a place that even they could conquer. As the two sailors approached the North Atlantic Ocean they got hungry noticed a massive albacore swim under their skiff. So quickly Gary got up and took out his gaff. He ran to the gunwhale of the small rowboat and poked the albacore ferociously. He had caught the albacore.
“Oh hell no you are going to be our dinner and like it!” Gary yelled at the albacore flopping on the deck of the skiff. “I will not allow you to thwart my plans for a big dinner tonight you delicious tasting fish.” Gary exclaimed in a stern voice.
As Gary was ranting about stopping the rather large fish from flopping all over the skiff Larry saw a large glacier in the dark. It was night before Gary got the fish to get calmed down and ready to eat.
“Hey Gary today I saw a massive glacier that we should conquer.” Larry explained to Gary
“Really, was the snow accumulation good enough for our purposes?” Questioned Gary.
“Hell yes, the snow was deep powder with some runs that aren’t that steep perfect to build jib parks.” Larry explained.
“If this is true this is the island we are going to conquer. Larry you know now you’re supposed to get up and set us on course for that island.” Said Gary in a happy voice.
Through the night the small boat crawled over the water and under the cumulus clouds towards the glacier. By daybreak they were at the shores of the island. Because the boat was a skiff it had a flat bottom so it could still float in very shoal water. Another customization of the boat is wheels can come out to get it onto the shore and out of the water.
Gary woke in the morning and said “ Larry go into the storage compartment and get our snow stuff.”
“Ok I got it.” Larry answered in an annoyed tone.
So they gathered their stuff and ventured off onto the seemingly deserted island’s backcountry terrain. There were amazing hits and great gaps already built out of natural terrain. It was paradise; it was what the tow conquerors had been searching for, for their whole lives. As Gary and Larry came down the mountain Slashing powder everywhere they heard a booming voice.
“Who are you and what are you doing on my island?” Questioned a very benevolant looking man.
“We are Gary and Larry and we are here to transform this island into the ultimate snowboarding experience.” Explained Gary in his most intimidating voice.
“You shall not even begin this project under my watch.” Screamed Captain Scar in an extremely angry voice.
“Ok then I will complete my project without you on this island!” Hollered Gary.
The two made a bet that whoever did the best trick off the big air jump that Larry built got to have control of the island. The rules of the bet were a best of 3 run format. Whoever did the best run in three runs got to keep the island. It was Gary’s first run and he threw a switch backside 1080. Then Captain Scar threw a double rodeo 1080. The contest was heating up threw the second run and so was the trash talk.
The wind was whipping in Gary’s face as he dropped down the run towards the jump under the cirrus clouds. As Gary approached the take off he started to rotate his shoulders around. He hit the lip and threw his body around like a screwdriver in the air. He landed the trick right in the sweet spot of the landing. He threw a trick the world had never seen before; a back flip 1440. So after seeing that trick Captain Scar just gave up.
So now larry and Gary have now conquered and emancipated the island from captain scar.Then they purported the island as a giant terrain park. The two conquerors transformed the island into a perfect jib park. They also had a few extremely good jump lines. So Gary and Larry lived and rode on the island until the day they died.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Q2 book review
Q2 book review
Forlorn River is one of Zane Grey’s great western tales. It is about a man who left his family at 16 and lives on Clear Lake by himself. It is a tale of courage and determination. Ben Ide is the main character and is a cowboy who has always loved horses; especially California Red a mystical horse who always gets away from Ben when he tries to catch him.
Ben Ide is a struggling horse ranger. He has a few opportunities to catch some horses but passes them up because he loves them so much. His father thinks he is a failure and his old girlfriend does not trust him anymore. So Ben and his friend Modoc and Nevada have to rescue California Red from bens dad who wants to give the horse to Bens little sister. A fight ends up breaking put between these two groups of people.
Zane Grey writes with a lot of passion and very fluent, understandable style. It is kind of old English but still very easy to read. I enjoy reading all of his works and will try to look for this book’s sequel “Nevada”.
“The golden sunlight receded from the wooded cape and the little cabin across the lake where Ben Ide lived; and to Ina there seemed to be a similarity between that passing and her mood of the moment. She changed everyday, every hour; she was going toward something- perhaps a great sadness.
After reading this book I have become a fan of western stories. I really liked how passionate he wrote about his topics. Also he incorporated action into what was a romance/ western novel. This book sent me the message that you should never give up on your dreams for anyone.
Forlorn River is one of Zane Grey’s great western tales. It is about a man who left his family at 16 and lives on Clear Lake by himself. It is a tale of courage and determination. Ben Ide is the main character and is a cowboy who has always loved horses; especially California Red a mystical horse who always gets away from Ben when he tries to catch him.
Ben Ide is a struggling horse ranger. He has a few opportunities to catch some horses but passes them up because he loves them so much. His father thinks he is a failure and his old girlfriend does not trust him anymore. So Ben and his friend Modoc and Nevada have to rescue California Red from bens dad who wants to give the horse to Bens little sister. A fight ends up breaking put between these two groups of people.
Zane Grey writes with a lot of passion and very fluent, understandable style. It is kind of old English but still very easy to read. I enjoy reading all of his works and will try to look for this book’s sequel “Nevada”.
“The golden sunlight receded from the wooded cape and the little cabin across the lake where Ben Ide lived; and to Ina there seemed to be a similarity between that passing and her mood of the moment. She changed everyday, every hour; she was going toward something- perhaps a great sadness.
After reading this book I have become a fan of western stories. I really liked how passionate he wrote about his topics. Also he incorporated action into what was a romance/ western novel. This book sent me the message that you should never give up on your dreams for anyone.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Value Essay
Values of an I-pod on the First chair
As citizens of America we have many things that we could possibly value. Actually thousands, most of them are not priceless. But for the few that are priceless how do they compare to those activities or items that are? Playing a game of fetch with your dog may not have as much glory as getting 25 kills in a game of call of duty, but which is of higher value? We need to think what items are of real value.
* * *
I plug in the headphones and turn the volume all the way up. All of a sudden all other sound is gone, and so am I. Lost in the music during the car ride I am taken by surprise when people start hollering that we are there.
Listening to my I-pod actually starts the day before on my computer. First I have to update it and create some new play lists that suit what I want to listen to at that moment. Then I have to charge it all night by leaving it plugged in to my computer. Roughly I have 300 songs on my I-pod each coming in at $.99 each. So keeping my I-pod up-to-date is harder than it seems. Making play lists is also very time consuming, but very worth it once I am able to tune out to there amazing sounds.
Buying songs to fit my new play lists also takes time. I need to find out what kind of play list I feel like making. Then I buy some songs if I don’t already have them. After I buy the songs and create the play list then it’s ready for the next day. But before the job is done I plug the I-pod into my I-home and play it on a low volume when I am sleeping, on the I-home it stays charged while it’s playing. Now the job is done and I can relax with the sounds of my choice playing in the background.
* * *
In the morning when I wake up I have 1 hour to get ready before I leave. I stretch and crack my back after a good night sleep. Next I get my I-pod and plug it into the headphones. I benignly place it on the counter where it will rest until I have to go. I get my snow pants, jacket and, boots. I dress for the 25-degree weather. I put on my base layer then a fleece hoodie. For pants I have a tight fitting base layer and I wear pajamas over those. It takes me 15 minutes to find my snowboarding socks. Once I find them I put on my snow pants and boots so I can get out of the car throw on my jacket and start riding. On my way out the door I grab my I-pod which is essential to my peace in the car and when I’m riding. As we pull out of the driveway I turn on my I-pod and start to zone out.
As we arrive I whip open the door and run to the trunk throw it up and grab my board. As my Capita Stairmaster 156cm with union data pinstripe bindings and I jog to the lift I think about what the brand new park will be like. I get to the lift strap one foot in the bindings and wait with my friends to get on the lift. The anticipation of the new park is killing me as I ride up the lift. Once I come to the second to last pole from the top I throw up the lift guard.
Finally the chairlift ride that felt like forever is over when I glide off and wait for the rest of my group. I can see them and I start getting antsy as I think about the glades and beautiful new park. The rest of them hop off the lift and we start cruising on the green circle that leads to the terrain park. We go the first chairlift ride of the whole season and there are only a couple of other people on the mountain. The group I’m in comes to the park entrance and sits on the top of the drop in for a minute and gaze at the beauty that is all ours, for now at least.
Taking the first carves up to the first set of boxes feels like the first time I went swimming. But at least I have my I-pod with me blocking out the sounds around me that could possibly distract me. In a sense it’s exactly like going in the deep end for the first time, I don’t’ know how much speed to bring as I come off the top of the jump and 50-50 the boxes. It wasn’t the hardest trick to do but for the first run through a park this season its fine with me.
* * *
Both my I-pod and the feeling of the first run on a deserted mountain are of very high value to me. My I-pod is an item of financial worth and its value is probably $350. It is my second most expensive possession besides my snowboard. It allows me to drown out my surroundings and focus on the task at hand. It is three generations of I-pod nano old now but I still like it. My nano is about 3 inches tall and holds 1,000 songs. It is silver gray color and is not at all glamorous. That is another reason I like it because it gets the job done perfectly fine without looking like a showoff.
While my I-pod lets me escape into music my snowboard lets me escape in a different way which is why I value it. My snowboard is 156cm tall and is a capita stairmaster. It gives me a ton of pop and control in park and jumps and in powder. My snowboard allows me to get the first run of the day. Getting the first run is amazing; all the trails are nice and groomed whit fresh corduroy. I value this because it is really nice to ride on.
I value this item and this experience for similar reasons. The main reason I value them is that they let me escape. My snowboard lets me escape into a world of riding and serious concentration. But my I-pod lets me go into a completely different world of music and bass. That is why I value these things.
As citizens of America we have many things that we could possibly value. Actually thousands, most of them are not priceless. But for the few that are priceless how do they compare to those activities or items that are? Playing a game of fetch with your dog may not have as much glory as getting 25 kills in a game of call of duty, but which is of higher value? We need to think what items are of real value.
* * *
I plug in the headphones and turn the volume all the way up. All of a sudden all other sound is gone, and so am I. Lost in the music during the car ride I am taken by surprise when people start hollering that we are there.
Listening to my I-pod actually starts the day before on my computer. First I have to update it and create some new play lists that suit what I want to listen to at that moment. Then I have to charge it all night by leaving it plugged in to my computer. Roughly I have 300 songs on my I-pod each coming in at $.99 each. So keeping my I-pod up-to-date is harder than it seems. Making play lists is also very time consuming, but very worth it once I am able to tune out to there amazing sounds.
Buying songs to fit my new play lists also takes time. I need to find out what kind of play list I feel like making. Then I buy some songs if I don’t already have them. After I buy the songs and create the play list then it’s ready for the next day. But before the job is done I plug the I-pod into my I-home and play it on a low volume when I am sleeping, on the I-home it stays charged while it’s playing. Now the job is done and I can relax with the sounds of my choice playing in the background.
* * *
In the morning when I wake up I have 1 hour to get ready before I leave. I stretch and crack my back after a good night sleep. Next I get my I-pod and plug it into the headphones. I benignly place it on the counter where it will rest until I have to go. I get my snow pants, jacket and, boots. I dress for the 25-degree weather. I put on my base layer then a fleece hoodie. For pants I have a tight fitting base layer and I wear pajamas over those. It takes me 15 minutes to find my snowboarding socks. Once I find them I put on my snow pants and boots so I can get out of the car throw on my jacket and start riding. On my way out the door I grab my I-pod which is essential to my peace in the car and when I’m riding. As we pull out of the driveway I turn on my I-pod and start to zone out.
As we arrive I whip open the door and run to the trunk throw it up and grab my board. As my Capita Stairmaster 156cm with union data pinstripe bindings and I jog to the lift I think about what the brand new park will be like. I get to the lift strap one foot in the bindings and wait with my friends to get on the lift. The anticipation of the new park is killing me as I ride up the lift. Once I come to the second to last pole from the top I throw up the lift guard.
Finally the chairlift ride that felt like forever is over when I glide off and wait for the rest of my group. I can see them and I start getting antsy as I think about the glades and beautiful new park. The rest of them hop off the lift and we start cruising on the green circle that leads to the terrain park. We go the first chairlift ride of the whole season and there are only a couple of other people on the mountain. The group I’m in comes to the park entrance and sits on the top of the drop in for a minute and gaze at the beauty that is all ours, for now at least.
Taking the first carves up to the first set of boxes feels like the first time I went swimming. But at least I have my I-pod with me blocking out the sounds around me that could possibly distract me. In a sense it’s exactly like going in the deep end for the first time, I don’t’ know how much speed to bring as I come off the top of the jump and 50-50 the boxes. It wasn’t the hardest trick to do but for the first run through a park this season its fine with me.
* * *
Both my I-pod and the feeling of the first run on a deserted mountain are of very high value to me. My I-pod is an item of financial worth and its value is probably $350. It is my second most expensive possession besides my snowboard. It allows me to drown out my surroundings and focus on the task at hand. It is three generations of I-pod nano old now but I still like it. My nano is about 3 inches tall and holds 1,000 songs. It is silver gray color and is not at all glamorous. That is another reason I like it because it gets the job done perfectly fine without looking like a showoff.
While my I-pod lets me escape into music my snowboard lets me escape in a different way which is why I value it. My snowboard is 156cm tall and is a capita stairmaster. It gives me a ton of pop and control in park and jumps and in powder. My snowboard allows me to get the first run of the day. Getting the first run is amazing; all the trails are nice and groomed whit fresh corduroy. I value this because it is really nice to ride on.
I value this item and this experience for similar reasons. The main reason I value them is that they let me escape. My snowboard lets me escape into a world of riding and serious concentration. But my I-pod lets me go into a completely different world of music and bass. That is why I value these things.
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