Q3 Blog 3

Dear Chewy,
       I wish this letter would just be me asking you about your day, or about how you feel about certain flowers, but unfortunately this is not that kind of letter. To begin I want to start off by telling you that the time we've spent together has been awesome. The carnival together, to the zoo, and to see Muse. All of it was amazing, even the moment in the crazy Ferris Wheel when you smashed me up against the railing. I loved those moments. I will always cherish those things like the precious times they were. Today is still happy day, its a good year, but its not quite diamonds and pearls.
       I don't think that I've ever cared so much about a single person other my family, the same amiability that radiates out from our fingertips meets parallel to the same way as the hot cocoa given to me by my grandma. If you really know me, then you know how special that makes you, you would also understand where you are in my heart. I truly care about you, and that is why I have to tell you that we should not see each other with the eyes that we look at each other now. With those looks, as placed so foolishly as the fox on the false hare, we will do nothing, but succumb to each other. I'm asking you now, with full admonishing remorse, to just let me go silently into the dark. If you hold me close then you will only hurt me more, and it will make the transition all the more painful. This isn't the first time this has happened, I know full well what causes me to rot in the center, and my love to bubble and denature. The thought of someone caring so much for me for so long goes against so much that I stand for, I have, and may always be a nihilist. You should not look unto me, nor do I deserve grace for such, but alas my friend, it only be such, as friends. To comfort me as well as you, I do not think the friction caused by the collision of emotion would be easy, hence the letter, but to stay would be to foreshadow a worse tide. One that will not relent and drown us into no reprieve. I do not ask for forgiveness, I only ask that when time has separated us, as I now suspect it will, you ask to see how I'm doing once in a while. The next phase is a bright one, and to dwell here would be counter intuitive to your happiness.
      So tomorrow is a bright new day, and I hope I can carry you into it, as a favor and not as you might suspect, as a symbol of dominance. I want to see the sunrise with you, but only as kindred spirits separate, but whole nonetheless. You have all of the opportunity in the world laying upon you and you must embrace that, and I must let you go into the aether, to part in equal serendipity as the same that brought us together, must now separate us at the helm.
      Chewy, I went to the carnival, and I met a girl there who was equal parts sad to sunshine. I did not kiss her, nor did I try anything you would consider tactless, but she woke me up Chewy. We aren't as in love as we thought, and I couldn't let her go, so I pray that you have the strength that I didn't. Let me go whole and piece as one, lest I be rendered broken. To deprive me of that which I have strived so hard to allow you would be cruel, as I am to you now. Let me stand here alone now, looking hard for another who I may not grow to fight against as I have you, we all deserve that happiness. And tomorrow I hope we both find what's on the other side of that, to be loved eternally without the flames of inner resentment to tear down the hems of this cloth. I cross this divide alone, and hope to emerge, like you, free from burns and saved from myself.
                                                   



                                                                                                                             See you on the other side,
                                                                                                                                                      Matthew

Q3 Blog 4

The entire year is sat in eager frustration for the end, or so it seems. The outside observer, if they were to sit in on the life would see a cruel tale of the constantly put off endeavor. The eager soul which claims only the peace of life is in fact the problem. There are, undeniably 365 days in a year. Each day is marked off with supple ease, each hour tolls not with sublime reverence, but with minimized resentment. Each of the wary are placed in static rapper from the day the new year begins. It surrounds with an air of insipid distress. It postulates into a sublime state of being. That static is the devil. Make no mistake about it, the stupor of imperfection is demanding to remain. If betterment is the answer would be another story; however, now when the clouds of vigor begin to rain upon our disenchanted hearts, let us maintain clear sight. The tell-tale static wants nothing more than for you to remain under its grasp. It'll take from you, and rend you clean of bone and sinew. Stare into tomorrow not with the burden of another day beyond, but each day as a supple ideal in itself. As good writing does not end on the last page, good goals do not end at success. They strive to move through our tomorrows and we must help them. The only way it seems is a reminder that resolutions do not need to come at the end, but whenever we need them. Ground breaking, I'm sure, but do not forget this is the product of all of the hopes the reader holds for the year. The "for want of more" have deemed their lives so inoperable they wish to improve, but to what end. Do they seek to further broaden the insights of knowledge that shield them from truth, then let them walk into the path of sustained vigor, not the type that comes from temporary foresight when the static ceases to prevail. It should not be at midnight that we are our brightest, but on the days most high that we should illuminate our way. Any choice other than would be in spite of New Year, and further more caustic to our effervescence. We cursed and weary few who struggle each day to hold our heads high need now more than ever a strive for tomorrow. Let us strive well. Let us strive in a manor both perfunctory and rudimentary to our spirit. Such is the first step on the road to subtle enlightenment. In spite of the dangers of temporary vigor let it be noted that a start may need to explode, the need of potential energy perhaps. Just let us not dwell on producing this energy late, and instead learn to steadfast ourselves for tomorrow, by resisting New Years and the tell-tale static, in the only manor possible. By earning our goal through due diligence, versus the waning spirit of the fast escape.

Q3 Blog 2

     With recent uprisings across North Africa effects of having a large global economy are being felt everywhere. Here in the United States gas prices have risen to nearly 4 dollars a gallon in part of a direct relation with the events in Libya. A complex global economy tethers all areas of trade into one unified ecosystem. If one aspect of this system fails, then all other aspects suffer. Smaller systems of this can be seen on national scales. The United States economy follows many of the same tenets of the global economy. If one area of the Unites States economy fails then all other elements suffer from the failure. This is evidenced by the recent economic slump, brought about by spending too much money abroad, but primarily caused by the rise in foreclosures. The dangers of having an interlaced system of economics is ever prevalent, if one pillar fails then the entire tower slouches, the effects are magnified when placed on the global scale. If the economy alwasy runs in cycles, which history shows as a recurring theme, then the United States should embrace isolationist policies, if not for its own survival, but for the good of other nations.
       According to  www.google.com/publicdata the current US GDP is 14.26 trillion dollars. If we reduce global trade and rely on our own government to produce goods that number would drop considerably. The nations that hold onto the money that would normally be forced to spend it on trade will be able to retain their money. The obvious issue inside of this idea remains obvious, what to do about jobs and spending. Even with the largest GDP in the nation we remain in intense debt, debt that has been accumulated through trade and war. Businesses that deal in the United States make profit without creating jobs. They profit, the economy loses. The only way to remedy these problems remains, all nations must desist from global trade and rely on independent production and subsistance versus profit based trade.
     If all countries compromise and return to isolationist subsistance based principles then we can protect public interest and health. Money should be redistributed, not just globally, but nationally as well. Protection of the people must be the governments first ideal, this means removing the nation from diplomatic affairs abroad, and in exchange relying on natural supplies to exist. In exchange for goods, only other goods should be traded. By placing the entire world on one monetary system each nation depends on the other for success. Giving aid freely is different from trade in that nothing is owed back, the other country does not demand anything back from the country it is helping. So Japan can receive goods from China freely, and in exchange Japan can supply China with technological and manufactured goods. If the aim of this trade system is not profit then it is not colonialism, but mutual success by working as a unified system. In the United States becoming isolationist means pulling out of all affairs we are currently involved in. It means no longer pursuing the capitalist ideal of success. It means removing the nation from the equation, in order to benefit the people, pursue true peace among nations, and most of all it means a government for a unified people. People unified through division and the common need to exist.

Q3: Blog 1

  Years of abuse and cynicism have led to a great deal of mistrust in the sciences, some of it is due after some of the things that science has produced. Physics gave us the atom bomb, and biochemistry gave us nerve gas. It is to focus on the bad elements of what science has given us but in an age when we have access to cheap, clean water, and genetically modified food which is more accessible than ever, the benefits of well applied science are extraordinary. Scientific process is the crop of man, it should be reaped and grown, and all of it only requiring the cost of funding and manpower. The power of science, and the related dangers do not usually stem from the sciences themselves, but are derived from the governments or organizations that utilize them against fellow man. To totally discredit science as safe is also fallacious though, Marie Curie serving as the prime example; however, it is infinitely more the choice of the scientist to pursue these avenues. Scientists have a very dangerous job, especially when attempting to permeate into the outside of human knowledge. This should not call for government regulation, this should call for more funding. The sciences must be allowed to grow and continue unchallenged, what is produced from that then, must be regulated. It is the product, not the process.

  The Large Hadron Collider in Stockholm is essentially a huge network of pipes that sends the nuclei of atoms into each other. Essentially, it is a giant atom smasher. The resulting information can reproduce the effects of the big bang and shed some light on what we believe may have started the universe. It may also create a black hole, assuming scientists have miscalculated, the risk of this though is incredibly low. The general public is terrified of the machine, because the danger it represents, and what is worse is that the use of the LHC was debated in some circles. Of course if things go wrong it may only amount to a small fire, people quickly generalize the possible dangers down to the worst case scenario. Cloning for instance, is a huge question on the term of ethics, yet cloning occurs every day hundreds of times through mitosis. Generally the public forum has a way of misinterpreting the dangers of science, and jumping very quickly to the most shocking result. Ethics is a very debatable quality, and all variables should be considered. Unfortunately in science, the number of variables are tremendous. Criticism should be left to the professionals who have trained and crunched numbers to keep the world from being sucked into a black hole. After all that is their job.

  Another inherently dangerous quality of science is the way direction that it takes us. Progressiveness is a shockingly scary thing, just ask the anti-suffragists during the rallies for woman's suffrage. People need to move forward slowly and cautiously lest they wind up reveling success in the flames. Despite this possibility is perfunctory to the human spirit to explore the universe and the self no matter how complex. Part of this involves relishing in the dangers of research, and being destructive top some extent. The passion of human discovery outweighs the cost of human safety. If given the tools to learn and grow, then it would be seen as animosity towards the human spirit to deny man the right to explore, science gives us that capability, so do not limit its capabilities.

Blog #7: Compare & Contrast

Purpose: How do the two CD covers underscore different approaches to telling narratives in music.

Thesis: The Decemberists and The Antlers are both telling narratives, the construct of the Decemberists' CD booklet reflects a more proper and archaic approach while The Antlers evoke a more minimalist approach to emphasize the poignancy of the story.

Key Points:
1.Font
2.Picture
3.Context and Color

Structure:
Subject by Subject, the short nature of the essay would allow subject by subject to be more clear than point by point.

Blog #6: Working Definitions

           "The word that most needs definition is reality. After all what is more firm or grounded than the very thing which is constant, reality. The concept of a breaking reality or questioning all that makes reality is a shocking revelation. That is why it is so important to define, because if we do not then we risk culture shock when our reality is torn down.
            The best place to start would be where does reality end. There is a very simple test to do in order to determine if something is real. To begin this test thing of one thing that is being questioned. Is the possibility of that thing occurring constant, if it is not then it is not reality, it is an ephemeral shadow designed to detract from reality. These are things like ghosts, which may exist; however, we can not define them under the same context of reality. War is reality, immortality is not.
             Reality also encompasses the senses absolutely. There is no median between sense and reality they are rather two sides of the same truth. When one ends the other begins forever in an endless cycle. Reality is also an interpretation of what is real. There is not exact science to the art of perceiving there is only what we believe there to be. All things are constantly trying to deceive you, and not surprisingly they are doing a very good job of it. God's greatest joke on man by far was giving him consciousness to know what being happy was like, and then never giving the feeling depth to last. Reality is constantly forcing you to change homeostasis is impossible as long as reality bends the reins. Sure making X amount of money for Y amount of time is fine, until Y reaches a long standing state of homeostasis. Then the transition between perceived comfort and actual comfort is breached. Congratulations, perception just won out again.
              Reality is often a big picture, it seldom sits beside and allows fantasy to play out against the common. It is so little that fantasy takes hold that some associate it with children or the insane. Good job reality, you've turned us against ourselves.
              Reality is not so much an enemy, faceted ground on which you stand. Without it concepts seem disjointed, loose.
              The two paragraphs above don't exist. Do they exist? Reality seems to say yes, but perhaps the answer is to extend reality to realize our reality is limited to what we believe it to be. The whole point of this," Desmond said to Sedaris, "is that maybe we're just some Deus Ex Machina thought of in some last minute blog assignment." Sedaris turned to face Desmond and spoke quietly, "This is not a sentence."

Blog #5 Narrative & Description Response

The Ocean: I am the bowry of the deep, come to sweep her by the feet, and dorwn her 'neath the deep. Such sweet mournful tones radiating from her bones, how I wish to fill with filth and foul disease. Ophelia will drown in this tide I've drawn, and kryll and fish will feed on her blood drawn. Her soft gentle skin will prove and show thin, by the time I'm done with her. Such pretty eyes to never see the light; hands bound by skin and hair with ease. What lovely hair lost under my snare I will drown and take her there. A dress so white, made of gentle light that heaven cast down from above, will make muddy then when I mend her hem only to rip it down again. The ocean snare of water black and tide turned swallow and doeful, will rip her halo from that lovely head. Her ship approaches now with catwalks burning down my waves will tumble her far from this shore. The whales cry for her salvation, to their great determination, will only be met by your own cruel destination.

Mare: I am the brother of the whaler's arm and son to a man named Cal. I am but, a boy of fifteen spread on a sheet of bombazine whose name likens to the sea. They call me a stevedore all akin  to the ocean's roar I will set at sea to be, my name cut into the roaring of the deep. Despite my putrid body, despite my addled clause, I will dive deep into its depths. I will carry as your brother in arms soon to be wed to Ophelia......
Set sail she abandoned us, her beauty fled from our town. Those privateers did a number on her house, her town burned to shreds, its now if ever then. I set sail with my enemy to chase the life of pirates in the deep. It has been a year to then. My face is boiled deep my vestry nice and neat. I clean the and partake of all of it to kill and pillage by the sea. Then one day a widow called, and spoke in prose so wintry and so deep. "Find me my Ophelia, money is your drive, bring her back all one piece for she is Leo's bride." The bureaucrat returned all of that then returned to his maiden's adultered life. "She has no fledgling, him from all his maidens tin we will mend his his flesh to rascals please." Alas the captain took him on his offer and left me hurt calling so much faster. "Ophelia, where are you what hast you done to keep yourself to far." That night the heaven's shook and evil crawled aboard our ship. The ocean called the bagman's arm and he ascended from the deep. How could I refuse his sorrowed cry, as waves in tow showed he had no eye. A deal was made, I would be captain of these seas. Ophelia was to die.

Ocean: Weakened and troubled the ocean now bubbles I am but weakened from her light. Ophelia you wench you've contained my sin all amongst that ragged skin. In her eyes lie my eternal wrath; the sins of sailors sealed me inside that calf.

Mare: My ship dragged about drowned in a spout I will last to claim my fee. I am here in the belly of this whale alone with my life entail. I have feasted on my crew, and power has come to liken two and two my eyes are black, my skin is hollowed slack and my soul drowned neath the deep. The island come to wash me about its shores. Hidden then end life's simple scores. Where I step the land will rot returning to the seas. There at last, I see Ophelia bound by willow. One good stab is all I'll do to seal the deal with the Bagman. I remember then the skies did darken  and Ophelia dragged into a pool of water by my weighted hand. She was a bound wren waiting like a hen for death or cause of slaughter by my hands. I will stake her then the power of worldly men will not match my might and speed... Approach her then I cast my and stabbed her neath her little heart. And watched her wake.

Ophelia: Darking dear what have you done you've stabbed my heart and smeared with blood. You are not human the Bagman has gotten you power. Destroyed all and all of it gotten you.

Mare: Perish wench I'll strike you down to turn that shine into a frown

Ophelia: Your soul is torn to form anew I place this curse on you, with my air I'll carry you there to ammend for one as so much sin.

Ocean: I am far as black as night come to swallow up this final light. The water risen as it comes I will bleed all but one. Boy join the Bagman, girl release my power. I will drown the light of life for this curse upon we.

Mare: Darling dear what have I done I reckoned then seized at once by the river bed. Ophelia forgive me, I remember my light of aim so weak and soul content on the timber of our errant town. I remember my love content to above I will strike the ocean down.

Ophelia: Take heed young soul for I am gone, but seize not life you forfeit, for it is gone.

Mare: Heed my sorrow, cry great waves I'll cut your heart from your chest. I curse I shiver, I'll break the waters you lie  I reap the Bagman and hold him through, I will not take it from you. Abandon all hope ye sultry fiend my blade is fresh and cutting deed. I'll crash down into the waves to split a scalp from you.  I've spilled the blood of my own, to share the fate of Ophelia, alas I am no saint. Reveal occursed a sickle soul I plead to the heavens to make me stroll. Hush now lover don't you cry to me, I'll break the tide with this errant fee, I choke I shake on this rancid deep. I'll take this blade and use it to cut deep, ,my blood the ocean's water, my heart the stilled the end of your ragged tide.

Ocean: You bastard dark what have you done, turned your blade in at one. Cut your heart, and bleed the dark. Dammit I'll take you back. Let us both drown, lost beneath the deep.

Ophelia: I cannot sleep with such deep dreams, a man I cannot remember, an errant reverend sunk beneath the deep.