Shes the schools best athlete...
My heart raced as I viewed her body effortlessly glide across the surface of the field. Like an Olympic ice-skater she shifted her wait and brought the black and white checkered ball down to the ground. In the next moment she had left her two defenders in the dust. We all knew that that fabled orb of ebony and ivory was about to cross the line into the back of the net. Head up and a huge smile on her face she reels her foot back knocks the ball dead center, such power. Imitating La Torre De Jalisco up our team goes and the sound of a long held out "GOAL" rings in the air. Game over, championship won.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Google Response
Google docs is a great tool for modern buisness, I can see how the program makes use of the cooperative qualities that it takes to thrive in a buisness setting, so yes Google docs is the future of online document sharing I believe.
Dialogue Practice
Jostled awake, my eyes shoot open as I grab the hands that have found thier way to my shoulder. Peering through the darkness I see his bald head with those deep set eyes staring at me. " Dude that's creepy..." looking up at the clock, " I... man let me go back to sleep.”
“Hey remember that one time when you came to me for...”
“OK, it's gonna be like that, this better be damn important!"
"Lets go get breakfast. I’m starving, how much money do you have?"
“Did you really just wake me up for that?”
“How much money do you have man?”
“Damn-it man, fine I'll look.”
Clumsily I reach for my pants I through on the ground the night before. “Let me look. I have about thirty-five cents, heh, that's all.”
“Thirty-five cents? Seriously dude? Thats pathetic..."
“Hey remember that one time when you came to me for...”
“OK, it's gonna be like that, this better be damn important!"
"Lets go get breakfast. I’m starving, how much money do you have?"
“Did you really just wake me up for that?”
“How much money do you have man?”
“Damn-it man, fine I'll look.”
Clumsily I reach for my pants I through on the ground the night before. “Let me look. I have about thirty-five cents, heh, that's all.”
“Thirty-five cents? Seriously dude? Thats pathetic..."
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Anto's Free Write HYE
Have you ever experienced truth?
Truth, what is truth to most people? What does it mean to be truthful? Well values I guess, now how do we get values? Religion, family, experiences, and the people you choose to be around are all sources of the everyday values we create for ourselves. Where I'm going with this is that my truth will not necessarily be yours just like yours wont necessarily be mine. The "truth" I experienced is the truth of what my life means to me, I found it through the philosophical lens that is called Buddhism, and now I apply it everyday to everything I do, ranging from interactions from me to another person to the very key life choices I make every once in a while. I'm a person who believe wholeheartedly in himself and that the man next to him will do the same for himself, and that's how I've handled all that life can throw at me so far.
Have you ever read your way into oblivion?
Now by oblivion I mean into a place where books became your life? This has happened to me, I'm not very proud of the fact that I became a shut in for a brief part of my life but you know everyone has done something that they semi regret. Yet even though I regret doing this some good came from it. Unlike just watching the television i was actively learning about our world. The way of exploring the thoughts of others became a very interesting part of my life, I mean in forth grade I was reading and understanding Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis just because I liked the spin he put on life, what if I became a giant insect? how long would it take for my parents to become fed up with me? I grew up with books that made me think of things while my "friends" were reading Captain Underpants I was thinking about Raskolnikov from Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. Of course this lead to further separation from my peers. On top of my name, the way I looked, and the way I spoke, what I read made sort of a social outcast, and here is where I learned, better yet, obtained the patience I hold today.
Have you ever lived in a hood?
By hood I mean a large urban area controlled by gangs. Back in the day when I was in about second grade I moved from over seas back into the states and my dad was sent to an Army base in downtown Denver, Colorado, so we followed him, we ended up in a place called Aurora, Denver or at least Aurora Denver is infamous for its Crip / Blood gang activity. And of course we lived right on the edge of the territory or turf of each, so our cul-de-sac saw quite a bit of action. Action being drug trafficking, violence, prostitution. So obviously my parents were not that enthused about living there. We didn't quite have the money to move away right then so we rented and apartment and I went to school at Whiteman Elementary for a year. This was tough to say the least living here I saw a friend shot and killed, was asked to peddle drugs for each gang, and sat by unable to react when two others who were also good friends of mine killed themselves at the age of thirteen because they had "nothing to live for". This was an eyeopener to say the least but, I survived through sheer will and belief in myself and I feel that I'm a better person for it.
Truth, what is truth to most people? What does it mean to be truthful? Well values I guess, now how do we get values? Religion, family, experiences, and the people you choose to be around are all sources of the everyday values we create for ourselves. Where I'm going with this is that my truth will not necessarily be yours just like yours wont necessarily be mine. The "truth" I experienced is the truth of what my life means to me, I found it through the philosophical lens that is called Buddhism, and now I apply it everyday to everything I do, ranging from interactions from me to another person to the very key life choices I make every once in a while. I'm a person who believe wholeheartedly in himself and that the man next to him will do the same for himself, and that's how I've handled all that life can throw at me so far.
Have you ever read your way into oblivion?
Now by oblivion I mean into a place where books became your life? This has happened to me, I'm not very proud of the fact that I became a shut in for a brief part of my life but you know everyone has done something that they semi regret. Yet even though I regret doing this some good came from it. Unlike just watching the television i was actively learning about our world. The way of exploring the thoughts of others became a very interesting part of my life, I mean in forth grade I was reading and understanding Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis just because I liked the spin he put on life, what if I became a giant insect? how long would it take for my parents to become fed up with me? I grew up with books that made me think of things while my "friends" were reading Captain Underpants I was thinking about Raskolnikov from Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. Of course this lead to further separation from my peers. On top of my name, the way I looked, and the way I spoke, what I read made sort of a social outcast, and here is where I learned, better yet, obtained the patience I hold today.
Have you ever lived in a hood?
By hood I mean a large urban area controlled by gangs. Back in the day when I was in about second grade I moved from over seas back into the states and my dad was sent to an Army base in downtown Denver, Colorado, so we followed him, we ended up in a place called Aurora, Denver or at least Aurora Denver is infamous for its Crip / Blood gang activity. And of course we lived right on the edge of the territory or turf of each, so our cul-de-sac saw quite a bit of action. Action being drug trafficking, violence, prostitution. So obviously my parents were not that enthused about living there. We didn't quite have the money to move away right then so we rented and apartment and I went to school at Whiteman Elementary for a year. This was tough to say the least living here I saw a friend shot and killed, was asked to peddle drugs for each gang, and sat by unable to react when two others who were also good friends of mine killed themselves at the age of thirteen because they had "nothing to live for". This was an eyeopener to say the least but, I survived through sheer will and belief in myself and I feel that I'm a better person for it.
Anto's HYE...
- Have you ever...
- Lived in a hood?
- Watched a friend get shot?
- Been asked to peddle drugs?
- Done Parkour?
- Lived in Germany?
- Moved around for most of your young life?
- Fallen in love?
- Truly expressed your feelings through poetry?
- Read your way into oblivion?
- Experienced truth?
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