Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Essay Question For the World:
What would change if there was suddenly a strict global law that stated that, every individual on the planet who comes in direct contact with someone else, must look into the other persons eyes for at least twenty seconds per person, once every three hours. During this gazing period, people were also encouraged to really try to radiate a general overall emotion which, best represents their truest selves and make an attempt to genuinely empathise and become conscious of the vibe the other person is trying to send. How would we treat each other? What wouldn't we be able to get away with? In what ways would the ego be affected? Would there be war or peace? Would people begin a deeper love of one and another, would jealousy and fear breed hatred upon us and cause us to commit murder? Would we become a higher consciousness collectively or wipeout our own existance?
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Instant gratification
"The greatest burden our society faces today is our addiction to instant gratification. Even in tragedy we seek quick resolve, we lack the patience to fully comprehend difficult situations, we demand expedient remedies for global issues, the fruits of socialism with the opportunities of capitalism, effortless success and constant entertainment. we can no longer even wait patiently for our bartenders to serve us, we are junkies for the now we refuse to live in". -Justin Essaff
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Three Me's: character development part 1
It's no contradiction and its not your fault. You are no hypocrite when you ask yourself, how can I be so one way one minute and act so differently another. It's not a disorder of the personality to have many different faces. I have many different faces and so do all of you. I have an angry frustrated face, he is the downer of the group, his name is Rufus. I have a smiling face, he is an entertainer and a trickster, he loves you when you like him and scorns you when you neglect him your attention. His name is Fasse. Another notable face is staring deeply inward and outward, expressionless, but full of life, This one is Neweohwee.
Rufus, is the type of person who gives up easy, likes to blame his problems on the world and drink too much. He is lonely and a mess, a directionless loser who hates himself. Rufus has an entitlement issue but is the cause for a large portion of the groups thwarted efforts. To make it short , this guy spoils the party often with his rowdy neglectful attitude.
Rufus' hair is long, his gut round. he has dirty hair, bad teeth and a dedication to poor hygiene overall. He looks like a biker with his beard and long hair. Always a drink in hid hand, usually scotch and a lit cigar. He loves the country outlaws Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash. His favorite singers are Hank J.R. David Allen Coe and strangely out of his main genre, Jim Morrison of the Doors. Rufus was kicked out of the local bar for fighting last month and has been keeping it on the down low drinking at home and watch T.V.
Fasse, the famous in his mind only, bartender, also has a bit of a problem with booze but he's a classy drunk. He isn't always appropriate and is ever so bold, he'll make you laugh uncontrollably with utter disgust, just don't introduce him to your parents, he'll hit on your mother and get drunk with your dad. Fasse is the quick thinker of the group, he is witty and charming but sometimes doesn't know when to shut up. Fasse has talked many women into bed, but many more out. Fasse made your drinks today at the pub. He loves his job, but he hates being rushed. He is sexy and rhythmic. He wears a tight black suit and thinks he's Dean Martin. In love with the Rat Pack, his ride to work is an all star performance. Behind his many talents is a never ending pit of emotions, he sings along to Air supply and cries as if he has someone in mind, even when he doesn't. He has been told he should be a comedian, but Rufus always talks him out of it. Fasse loves to fantasize about singing the song thats on the radio when he is at the bar on karaoke night.
Newy, As his friends call him, is a great man and is father to the two fellas mentioned previously. He really loves being around his family and taking care of other people. He works at a non-profit and spends his free time as an outdoorsman and at the local gym. He wants to run a road race to raise money for sick kids. He hates that children are sick. He thinks that their suffering is unfair because of their innocence, yet understands how throughout life, peoples' diseases are somehow at least slightly self chosen. Newy strives to be a better Buddhist,but refuses to let go of self sacrifices he makes for his two sons. He is often too hard on them and says they sometimes cause him shame. It is obvious he likes Fasse more and Rufus knows. Rufus is a lot of work for him with his emotional and behavioral issues and drug abuse , while Fasse is only sometimes embarrassing. Newy is an older man, but still a force to be reckoned with. The heart of this elder beats with magical rhythm and he is wiser than his age.
Rufus, is the type of person who gives up easy, likes to blame his problems on the world and drink too much. He is lonely and a mess, a directionless loser who hates himself. Rufus has an entitlement issue but is the cause for a large portion of the groups thwarted efforts. To make it short , this guy spoils the party often with his rowdy neglectful attitude.
Rufus' hair is long, his gut round. he has dirty hair, bad teeth and a dedication to poor hygiene overall. He looks like a biker with his beard and long hair. Always a drink in hid hand, usually scotch and a lit cigar. He loves the country outlaws Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash. His favorite singers are Hank J.R. David Allen Coe and strangely out of his main genre, Jim Morrison of the Doors. Rufus was kicked out of the local bar for fighting last month and has been keeping it on the down low drinking at home and watch T.V.
Fasse, the famous in his mind only, bartender, also has a bit of a problem with booze but he's a classy drunk. He isn't always appropriate and is ever so bold, he'll make you laugh uncontrollably with utter disgust, just don't introduce him to your parents, he'll hit on your mother and get drunk with your dad. Fasse is the quick thinker of the group, he is witty and charming but sometimes doesn't know when to shut up. Fasse has talked many women into bed, but many more out. Fasse made your drinks today at the pub. He loves his job, but he hates being rushed. He is sexy and rhythmic. He wears a tight black suit and thinks he's Dean Martin. In love with the Rat Pack, his ride to work is an all star performance. Behind his many talents is a never ending pit of emotions, he sings along to Air supply and cries as if he has someone in mind, even when he doesn't. He has been told he should be a comedian, but Rufus always talks him out of it. Fasse loves to fantasize about singing the song thats on the radio when he is at the bar on karaoke night.
Newy, As his friends call him, is a great man and is father to the two fellas mentioned previously. He really loves being around his family and taking care of other people. He works at a non-profit and spends his free time as an outdoorsman and at the local gym. He wants to run a road race to raise money for sick kids. He hates that children are sick. He thinks that their suffering is unfair because of their innocence, yet understands how throughout life, peoples' diseases are somehow at least slightly self chosen. Newy strives to be a better Buddhist,but refuses to let go of self sacrifices he makes for his two sons. He is often too hard on them and says they sometimes cause him shame. It is obvious he likes Fasse more and Rufus knows. Rufus is a lot of work for him with his emotional and behavioral issues and drug abuse , while Fasse is only sometimes embarrassing. Newy is an older man, but still a force to be reckoned with. The heart of this elder beats with magical rhythm and he is wiser than his age.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Italian love sonnet
my lady, you mean the world to me. My life is empty unless you're arround. To live but a single day without you is to die, for you are the air I breath into my lungs, you are the blood that pumps in my viens.
la mia signora, significate il mondo a me. La mia vita è vuota a meno che siate arround. Per vivere ma un giorno solo senza voi è di morire, dato che siete l'alito nei miei polmoni, voi dell'aria I siete il sangue quel pompe nei miei viens.
Tommorow when you go I shall wither away. When you return to me, like a croocus under the snow, I will spring back to life. Now, in the silence of night I watch as you sleep and greive already the absence of your embrace.
Domani quando andate appassirò via. Quando ritornate me, come un croocus sotto la neve, balzerò di nuovo a vita. Ora, nel silenzio della notte guardo mentre dormite già e greive l'assenza di vostro abbraccio.
la mia signora, significate il mondo a me. La mia vita è vuota a meno che siate arround. Per vivere ma un giorno solo senza voi è di morire, dato che siete l'alito nei miei polmoni, voi dell'aria I siete il sangue quel pompe nei miei viens.
Tommorow when you go I shall wither away. When you return to me, like a croocus under the snow, I will spring back to life. Now, in the silence of night I watch as you sleep and greive already the absence of your embrace.
Domani quando andate appassirò via. Quando ritornate me, come un croocus sotto la neve, balzerò di nuovo a vita. Ora, nel silenzio della notte guardo mentre dormite già e greive l'assenza di vostro abbraccio.
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