Friday, August 3, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Fictional Blog
I am still not quite sure what my purpose is for this.... But Janice is the character I've been thinking of going with.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
New! Wikipedia Article
I had some trouble figuring out the mechanics of wikipedia, but i've finally created the final verson of Joe and Eddie.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Joe and Eddie
The group from the sixties, Joe and Eddie, is not posted on Wikipedia. I'm going to create a page for them and add photos, discography, a short bio, and anything else that will make the page very developed.
The only problem is that there isn't a lot of information about this group online, so i'm going to have to put a little extra effort in finding out about their history on my own.
The only problem is that there isn't a lot of information about this group online, so i'm going to have to put a little extra effort in finding out about their history on my own.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Major Corrections--Freckles
After a long process of trying to figure out the editing process, i've finally posted my major correction. You can read more about freckles on wikipedia than you could have two weeks ago.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Minor Corrections
Visiting the Airbrush Wikipedia page, i found a couple minor grammatical errors that I fixed. It wasn't a huge edit (changing there to their), but I felt good adding my name to the history of this page.
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Thursday, July 12, 2007
Ye Ten Wikipedia Commandments
10. Be as factual and accurate
9. Don't edit on a subject you know nothing about
8. Keep a certain level of privacy--no phone numbers, addresses, or personal info
7. Include only appropriate forms of media
6. Use correct grammar and spelling
5. Be as unbiased as possible--only include opinion on pages where its appropriate
4. Include at least one new link in your edit
3. Editing the entire content is appropriate--don't limit yourself to only formatting
2. Do some form of research before making the final edit.
1. Edit on a full stomach
9. Don't edit on a subject you know nothing about
8. Keep a certain level of privacy--no phone numbers, addresses, or personal info
7. Include only appropriate forms of media
6. Use correct grammar and spelling
5. Be as unbiased as possible--only include opinion on pages where its appropriate
4. Include at least one new link in your edit
3. Editing the entire content is appropriate--don't limit yourself to only formatting
2. Do some form of research before making the final edit.
1. Edit on a full stomach
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Wikipedia article--Bulimia
After a friend came to me about her condition of bulimia, I decided to research this issue a little bit more to understand what she was doing and what she was going through psychologically. I think from what I've learned in my own research, wikipedia pretty much hits it on the head.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulimia_nervosa
I've encountered a few grammatical and spelling errors in other wikipedia articles, but this one is very well rounded and wonderfully informative. Included in this article is even more information than I'd known previously (e.g. the correlation between bulimia and schizophrenia) as well as information that the general media would not know (e.g. there are two types of bulimia known as "purging" and "non-purging").
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulimia_nervosa
I've encountered a few grammatical and spelling errors in other wikipedia articles, but this one is very well rounded and wonderfully informative. Included in this article is even more information than I'd known previously (e.g. the correlation between bulimia and schizophrenia) as well as information that the general media would not know (e.g. there are two types of bulimia known as "purging" and "non-purging").
Monday, June 25, 2007
Snapshot Essay
Five hours left. It was already 7:15 a.m. and I'd been awake for almost thirty-two hours. I hadn't showered in two days, but didn't find a need to since i was trapped in my apt, sitting on the same smudged sheet that had been there for the past week, and looking at the same canvas that had only changed slightly in the past week as well. After working on my final oil painting project for the longest time, it had come down to these final hours. At 12:15 on that stressful April morning, my work would be scrutinized and critiqued in front of the entire class and compared to the rest of my classmates. I wanted mine to be the very best of class, but apparently I hadn't cared about this enough to start the project three weeks sooner. My procrastination had finally caught up to me and I was stressed trying to not only finish the project, but trying to make it the best of the best. Not an enjoyable process on such a short time schedule. My hands shook as I tried to continue marking out the final strokes. My sleep-deprived body wanted to stop, but my mind was racing telling it to keep going.
Suddenly 10:45 a.m. crept up on me. Time just wasn't cooperating with me! At 10:56, reality hits and I'm looking at this half-finished painting that lacked two very important elements in order to fulfill the assignment. I had to give up. But something within me told me, DON'T GIVE UP! KEEP GOING! This duality of thought suddenly became too much for me handle and I started hyperventilating. I was no longer focusing on the painting, but now was sitting on the floor thinking of all the times I could have been working on this painting two--even three--weeks ago. My breath becomes short and quick. My chest heaves, and suddenly I'm gasping in order to get any air. My body is rocking back and forth with the movement of my breathing--all I'm focusing on now is my breathing. In this instant, I realize something has gone terribly wrong inside me and that realization forms hot tears in my eyes. The only thing I want now is not an A on my homework; I want for someone to comfort me and hold me. But I'm alone. And the only thing I can think of that will make me feel better is to reach out to someone I love. I grab my phone and text the person who matters most.
Me: I don't think I can get it done, Eric. I'm running out of time.
Eric T: You still have a couple more hours. Just keep going. Guess what I'm doing right now
Me: What
Eric T: Wandering around town while my car is getting fixed
Me: That's exciting. Guess what I'm doing right now. Having a nervous breakdown
Me: I'm breathing really heavy and can't catch my breath. I just don't think i'll be able to finish
Eric T: Do you want me to call you?
Me: No I need to keep working on my painting. Every minute is important.
Me: I think I'm going to cry.
At this point my phone rings. Its Eric. Like any sensible, caring boyfriend would, he takes matters into his own hands and calls me anyway. I answer the phone and can only say short sentences through my altered breathing. He speaks slowly to calm me down and tries to talk some sense into me.
"It's okay, Jeanette. Breathe... Its just an assignment. You have over an hour left to work on it. And even if you can't finish it in time, its not the end of the world...okay?"
I can only gasp for air. I try to say words, but I have nothing that will make sense.
"Listen to me. You're not going to text me or anyone else until after you're done--until after the class is over. Just do as much as you can in an hour and thats all you need to do. Okay?"
I don't actually think he's right about my situation; I'm doomed in my eyes. But I agree anyway and he's satisfied with letting me go.
After I hung up with Eric, I let it sink in that I really couldn't do anything other than my best within the next hour. I accepted his wise words and was able to get a grasp on my overactive brain.
After a quick nervous breakdown, and receiving some comforting words from a loved one, I was finally ready to whip out this painting and hand it in. Luckily for me, I was actually able to get the painting to look completed and handed in on time. Not only that, but it received wonderful reviews from my peers and teacher. How lucky I was to get that painting done in time.
Now you'd think that after an experience like this, I'd learn my lesson and start all my assignments on time in order to save myself the stress of the last minute rush. Afterall, I'm not the kind of person to have a nervous breakdown so obviously I'd fallen pretty far. But time heals all wounds and how easy it is to forget the pain that was felt that night--and that entire week. Since then, I've procrastinated many things--overcoming bad habits, setting important appointments, paying off credit cards, fixing broken car windows, starting a strict diet, and even still starting on homework--including this essay. What's worse is that its all the important things that I'm procrastinating.
And I'm not the only one who falls into this vicious pattern. Apparently there are so many people out there who do the same things as I do and procrastinate anything that seems too difficult or painful to start right away. Its part of our nature as humans to want to put things off, I suppose.
There are so many books, flyers, websites, and motivational speakers that try to help us overcome this "disease" of procrastination. These resources come from people who, perhaps, have gone through the same pain as I experienced with my oil painting project--people who have seen the serious affects procrastination can have on a person's life. To them, putting off your duties to the very last minute isn't something to joke about, but a serious matter that needs to be addressed and over come.
But even with all these resources, too many people find humor in accepting their procrastinating ways and accepting it as who they are. Even after going through a nervous breakdown for only the second time in my life, I still join the crowd who laughs at procrastination. I guess deep down I believe Ellen Degeneres when she says,
"Procrastination isn't the problem, it's the solution. So procrastinate now, don't put it off."
Suddenly 10:45 a.m. crept up on me. Time just wasn't cooperating with me! At 10:56, reality hits and I'm looking at this half-finished painting that lacked two very important elements in order to fulfill the assignment. I had to give up. But something within me told me, DON'T GIVE UP! KEEP GOING! This duality of thought suddenly became too much for me handle and I started hyperventilating. I was no longer focusing on the painting, but now was sitting on the floor thinking of all the times I could have been working on this painting two--even three--weeks ago. My breath becomes short and quick. My chest heaves, and suddenly I'm gasping in order to get any air. My body is rocking back and forth with the movement of my breathing--all I'm focusing on now is my breathing. In this instant, I realize something has gone terribly wrong inside me and that realization forms hot tears in my eyes. The only thing I want now is not an A on my homework; I want for someone to comfort me and hold me. But I'm alone. And the only thing I can think of that will make me feel better is to reach out to someone I love. I grab my phone and text the person who matters most.
Me: I don't think I can get it done, Eric. I'm running out of time.
Eric T: You still have a couple more hours. Just keep going. Guess what I'm doing right now
Me: What
Eric T: Wandering around town while my car is getting fixed
Me: That's exciting. Guess what I'm doing right now. Having a nervous breakdown
Me: I'm breathing really heavy and can't catch my breath. I just don't think i'll be able to finish
Eric T: Do you want me to call you?
Me: No I need to keep working on my painting. Every minute is important.
Me: I think I'm going to cry.
At this point my phone rings. Its Eric. Like any sensible, caring boyfriend would, he takes matters into his own hands and calls me anyway. I answer the phone and can only say short sentences through my altered breathing. He speaks slowly to calm me down and tries to talk some sense into me.
"It's okay, Jeanette. Breathe... Its just an assignment. You have over an hour left to work on it. And even if you can't finish it in time, its not the end of the world...okay?"
I can only gasp for air. I try to say words, but I have nothing that will make sense.
"Listen to me. You're not going to text me or anyone else until after you're done--until after the class is over. Just do as much as you can in an hour and thats all you need to do. Okay?"
I don't actually think he's right about my situation; I'm doomed in my eyes. But I agree anyway and he's satisfied with letting me go.
After I hung up with Eric, I let it sink in that I really couldn't do anything other than my best within the next hour. I accepted his wise words and was able to get a grasp on my overactive brain.
After a quick nervous breakdown, and receiving some comforting words from a loved one, I was finally ready to whip out this painting and hand it in. Luckily for me, I was actually able to get the painting to look completed and handed in on time. Not only that, but it received wonderful reviews from my peers and teacher. How lucky I was to get that painting done in time.
Now you'd think that after an experience like this, I'd learn my lesson and start all my assignments on time in order to save myself the stress of the last minute rush. Afterall, I'm not the kind of person to have a nervous breakdown so obviously I'd fallen pretty far. But time heals all wounds and how easy it is to forget the pain that was felt that night--and that entire week. Since then, I've procrastinated many things--overcoming bad habits, setting important appointments, paying off credit cards, fixing broken car windows, starting a strict diet, and even still starting on homework--including this essay. What's worse is that its all the important things that I'm procrastinating.
And I'm not the only one who falls into this vicious pattern. Apparently there are so many people out there who do the same things as I do and procrastinate anything that seems too difficult or painful to start right away. Its part of our nature as humans to want to put things off, I suppose.
There are so many books, flyers, websites, and motivational speakers that try to help us overcome this "disease" of procrastination. These resources come from people who, perhaps, have gone through the same pain as I experienced with my oil painting project--people who have seen the serious affects procrastination can have on a person's life. To them, putting off your duties to the very last minute isn't something to joke about, but a serious matter that needs to be addressed and over come.
But even with all these resources, too many people find humor in accepting their procrastinating ways and accepting it as who they are. Even after going through a nervous breakdown for only the second time in my life, I still join the crowd who laughs at procrastination. I guess deep down I believe Ellen Degeneres when she says,
"Procrastination isn't the problem, it's the solution. So procrastinate now, don't put it off."
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Source: Online Source
A new study in The Journal of Strength and Conditioning Research suggests that drinking a carbohydrate and protein supplement prior to and during exercise does not improve exercise performance. However, subjects who consumed the supplement did experience significantly reduced muscle damage compared to control subjects.
The study examined the effects of consuming a carbohydrate and protein supplement prior to, during, and following an intense resistance exercise workout. The results indicate that a carbohydrate and protein supplement can significantly reduce muscle damage during acute bouts of resistance exercise, potentially allowing athletes to participate in their next high-intensity exercise bout in a shorter period of time. This finding can also apply to novice lifters and other individuals who regularly engage in resistance training.
The study authors are careful to note that although the supplement did not appear to influence exercise performance, previous studies were based on exercise programs targeting one main group of muscles, while the exercise program in this study incorporated the entire body.
The Journal of Strength and Conditioning Research, the official peer-reviewed research journal of the National Strength and Conditioning Association (NSCA), provides the reader with a better understanding of conditioning and sport by publishing premier scientific papers on exercise, sport, and conditioning practices. The journal provides important insights relating to training, nutritional, and biological factors that affect physical performance. Please visit the journal online at http://nsca.allenpress.com.
The NSCA brings is the worldwide authority on strength and conditioning, and supports and disseminates research-based knowledge and its practical application to improve athletic performance and fitness. For more information about the NSCA, please visit http://www.nsca-lift.org.
Article Date: 28 May 2007 - 0:00 PDT
Alliance Communications Group
http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/medicalnews.php?newsid=72333
The study examined the effects of consuming a carbohydrate and protein supplement prior to, during, and following an intense resistance exercise workout. The results indicate that a carbohydrate and protein supplement can significantly reduce muscle damage during acute bouts of resistance exercise, potentially allowing athletes to participate in their next high-intensity exercise bout in a shorter period of time. This finding can also apply to novice lifters and other individuals who regularly engage in resistance training.
The study authors are careful to note that although the supplement did not appear to influence exercise performance, previous studies were based on exercise programs targeting one main group of muscles, while the exercise program in this study incorporated the entire body.
The Journal of Strength and Conditioning Research, the official peer-reviewed research journal of the National Strength and Conditioning Association (NSCA), provides the reader with a better understanding of conditioning and sport by publishing premier scientific papers on exercise, sport, and conditioning practices. The journal provides important insights relating to training, nutritional, and biological factors that affect physical performance. Please visit the journal online at http://nsca.allenpress.com.
The NSCA brings is the worldwide authority on strength and conditioning, and supports and disseminates research-based knowledge and its practical application to improve athletic performance and fitness. For more information about the NSCA, please visit http://www.nsca-lift.org.
Carb, Protein Supplements May Not Improve Exercise Performance But Can Reduce Muscle Damage
Main Category: Nutrition / Diet NewsArticle Date: 28 May 2007 - 0:00 PDT
Alliance Communications Group
http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/medicalnews.php?newsid=72333
Source: Total Cereal Box
A growing body of evidence supports that people who consume diets rich in whole grain tend to have a healthier body weight than those who don't. Additionally, people who eat more whole grain tend to gain less weight as they age. In other words, foods made with whole grain, like Total Whole Grain cereal, can help you keep your shape.
Source: International Journal of Obesity
The life expectancy of an obese individual has been found to be about 7 years shorter than that of a normal weight counterpart.1 If current trends in obesity continue, the most recent generation may have a lower lifespan than their parents.2 Weight loss, however, has recently been shown to increase mortality.3 One explanation may be that regional changes in body composition, rather than absolute changes in weight, are important in assessing the potential efficacy of weight loss to lower the risk of associated comorbidities and death. Evidence also shows that the presence of large visceral adipose tissue (VAT) depots are associated with increased risk of hypertension, cardiovascular disease (CVD), and type 2 diabetes mellitus (DM).4, 5 Lapidus et al.6 reported that women with the highest waist to hip ratio (WHR), an indicator of visceral adiposity, had elevated relative risk of death from CVD. Thus, body composition and fat distribution are important measures in determining potential health benefits of a weight loss program.
S Santosa, I Demonty, A H Lichtenstein and P J H Jones, Cholesterol metabolism and body composition in women: the effects of moderate weight loss,
International Journal of Obesity (2007) 31, 933–941; published online 30 January 2007
http://www.nature.com/ijo/journal/v31/n6/full/0803549a.html
S Santosa, I Demonty, A H Lichtenstein and P J H Jones, Cholesterol metabolism and body composition in women: the effects of moderate weight loss,
International Journal of Obesity (2007) 31, 933–941; published online 30 January 2007
http://www.nature.com/ijo/journal/v31/n6/full/0803549a.html
Source: Oxygen Magazine
"Overnight fasting that lowers blood sugar and liver carbohydrate (glycogen) levels impairs your ability to sustain high intensity exercise for extended periods of time," says [Monique] Ryan, [Sports Dietician and author of Sports Nutrition for Endurance Athletes]. That's because carbohydrates--not fats--are your most important fuel for workouts that are meant to burn serious calories. So, in other words, eating before morning exercise can help you work harder and longer, and this revs up fat-burning.
--Matthew G Kadey, MSc, RD, Oxygen Magazine, January 2007, p. 130
--Matthew G Kadey, MSc, RD, Oxygen Magazine, January 2007, p. 130
Monday, June 18, 2007
Destined to be Pointless
Every great blog starts out an average blog. Assignments are meant to be revised upon and that's what I'm doing now--making this assigned blog even better. What makes this blog better is that it started out a disaster since I couldn't find an interesting web conversation. While I was racking my brain thinking, a miracle happened--and that miracle's name was Jill. I was just checking my gmail account when this im popped up from my sister:
Jill: I'm bored
Casually, I write back the first thing to express my situation.
me: i'm stressed. I don't know how to do my homework
After switching back to my inbox to look for some sort of decent conversation, it hits me.
me: Ooh. You could help me out! Wanna help me out? If you just respond, that is all i need
Jill: oh yes
what homework is it?
Jill: so....
about this conversation...
I'm totally having one
with myself
Good she's back. And she's feeding into the assignment nicely.
me: Its really important homework. Hi I'm back now. So have you ever heard of Liam Sullivan?
Jill: I have not.
liam KYLE sullivan?
me: Uh....maybe...go check out his website at Liamsullivan.com.
whoopsie i mean liamshow.com
Jill: should i watch the videos?
me: yea! Check out muffins and tell me what you think. Cuz i'll tell you what
i think. I think i wish I looked like the muffin lady.
This conversation seems viable, right? Just a casual IM conversation going on here, right? Its working...
Jill: I think you could look like her with little to no effort.
me: That's excellent news for me.
Jill: Ok i watched it. It's interesting. I like the way she says "muffins"
I probably would have laughed out loud a little if i wasn't so prone to peeing
my pants now.
I tense up a little. Careful Jill! You're being recorded...
me: Oh yeah i forgot. You have a baby growing inside you. Well another one that's
not as funny is "Love Letters." its entertaining, yet won't cause the peeing.
Jill: im watching text message break up right now
is this guy part of your homework?
Although Liam Sullivan could have easily made for an interesting blog topic, and "Muffins" is one of the funniest video shorts I've seen so far, I decide to reveal the cameras--so to speak.
me: No my friend, you are. And that's a wrap. Thanks for your help, sister that's
all i needed from you.
Jill: ah man!
me: Starwipe....and we're out
And to think--after trying so hard to go out of my way and find a worthy subject for this homework assignment, all i needed to do was sit and wait. Destiny wanted for it to fall into my lap.
Jill: I'm bored
Casually, I write back the first thing to express my situation.
me: i'm stressed. I don't know how to do my homework
After switching back to my inbox to look for some sort of decent conversation, it hits me.
me: Ooh. You could help me out! Wanna help me out? If you just respond, that is all i need
Jill: oh yes
what homework is it?
Jill: so....
about this conversation...
I'm totally having one
with myself
Good she's back. And she's feeding into the assignment nicely.
me: Its really important homework. Hi I'm back now. So have you ever heard of Liam Sullivan?
Jill: I have not.
liam KYLE sullivan?
me: Uh....maybe...go check out his website at Liamsullivan.com.
whoopsie i mean liamshow.com
Jill: should i watch the videos?
me: yea! Check out muffins and tell me what you think. Cuz i'll tell you what
i think. I think i wish I looked like the muffin lady.
This conversation seems viable, right? Just a casual IM conversation going on here, right? Its working...
Jill: I think you could look like her with little to no effort.
me: That's excellent news for me.
Jill: Ok i watched it. It's interesting. I like the way she says "muffins"
I probably would have laughed out loud a little if i wasn't so prone to peeing
my pants now.
I tense up a little. Careful Jill! You're being recorded...
me: Oh yeah i forgot. You have a baby growing inside you. Well another one that's
not as funny is "Love Letters." its entertaining, yet won't cause the peeing.
Jill: im watching text message break up right now
is this guy part of your homework?
Although Liam Sullivan could have easily made for an interesting blog topic, and "Muffins" is one of the funniest video shorts I've seen so far, I decide to reveal the cameras--so to speak.
me: No my friend, you are. And that's a wrap. Thanks for your help, sister that's
all i needed from you.
Jill: ah man!
me: Starwipe....and we're out
And to think--after trying so hard to go out of my way and find a worthy subject for this homework assignment, all i needed to do was sit and wait. Destiny wanted for it to fall into my lap.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
A Pointless Conversation that was Destined to Happen
While I was trying to pick a conversation on the internet for this blog, a miracle happened--and that miracle's name was Jill. I was just checking my e-mail when this im popped up from my sister:
Jill: I'm bored
me: i'm stressed. I don't know how to do my homework
Suddenly it hits me.
me: Ooh. You could help me out! Wanna help me out?
If you just respond, that is all i need
Jill: oh yes
what homework is it?
Jill: so....
about this conversation...
I'm totally having one
with myself
me: Its really important homework.
Hi I'm back now. So have you ever heard of Liam Sullivan?
Jill: I have not.
liam KYLE sullivan?
me: Uh....maybe...go check out his website at Liamsullivan.com.
whoopsie i mean liamshow.com
Jill: should i watch the videos?
me: yea! Check out muffins and tell me what you think. Cuz i'll tell you what
i think. I think i wish I looked like the muffin lady.
Jill: I think you could look like her with little to no effort.
me: That's excellent news for me.
Jill: Ok i watched it. It's interesting. I like the way she says "muffins"
I probably would have laughed out loud a little if i wasn't so prone to peeing
my pants now.
me: Oh yeah i forgot. You have a baby growing inside you. Well another one that's
not as funny is Love Letters. its entertaining, yet won't cause the peeing.
Jill: im watching text message break up right now
is this guy part of your homework?
me: No my friend, you are. And that's a wrap. Thanks for your help, sister that's
all i needed from you.
Jill: ah man!
me: Starwipe....and we're out
Jill: I'm bored
me: i'm stressed. I don't know how to do my homework
Suddenly it hits me.
me: Ooh. You could help me out! Wanna help me out?
If you just respond, that is all i need
Jill: oh yes
what homework is it?
Jill: so....
about this conversation...
I'm totally having one
with myself
me: Its really important homework.
Hi I'm back now. So have you ever heard of Liam Sullivan?
Jill: I have not.
liam KYLE sullivan?
me: Uh....maybe...go check out his website at Liamsullivan.com.
whoopsie i mean liamshow.com
Jill: should i watch the videos?
me: yea! Check out muffins and tell me what you think. Cuz i'll tell you what
i think. I think i wish I looked like the muffin lady.
Jill: I think you could look like her with little to no effort.
me: That's excellent news for me.
Jill: Ok i watched it. It's interesting. I like the way she says "muffins"
I probably would have laughed out loud a little if i wasn't so prone to peeing
my pants now.
me: Oh yeah i forgot. You have a baby growing inside you. Well another one that's
not as funny is Love Letters. its entertaining, yet won't cause the peeing.
Jill: im watching text message break up right now
is this guy part of your homework?
me: No my friend, you are. And that's a wrap. Thanks for your help, sister that's
all i needed from you.
Jill: ah man!
me: Starwipe....and we're out
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Comment on Post--Sasquatch
http://www.myspace.com/mesasquatch
Jack Link's Beef Jerky came out with a series of commercials called, "Messin' With Sasquatch." This was a huge success for them and actually launched Sasquatch's career. Many Americans showed more interest in Sasquatch, and perhaps because of this, a myspace page was created for the big guy.
If Sasquatch has his own myspace page and can write his feelings down in blogs, then I'm convinced he's real. You have to check out this site and read "Sasquatch Log Blog." Its not only hilarious, but it will bring a tear to your eye too.
Jack Link's Beef Jerky came out with a series of commercials called, "Messin' With Sasquatch." This was a huge success for them and actually launched Sasquatch's career. Many Americans showed more interest in Sasquatch, and perhaps because of this, a myspace page was created for the big guy.
If Sasquatch has his own myspace page and can write his feelings down in blogs, then I'm convinced he's real. You have to check out this site and read "Sasquatch Log Blog." Its not only hilarious, but it will bring a tear to your eye too.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Observational Study Revised
A child about the age of two years is the subject of my observations. About three foot eight, he wears an oversized shirt, a baseball cap, jean shorts, and foam sandals on his feet. His face has a smile on it the entire time as he runs around.This observation takes place at a camp ground where two groups that can only be explained as two separate families sat under a gazebo. This little boy's family sits at a metal picnic table. At each person's setting is a plate of watermelon rinds, half-eaten hotdogs, a mess of crumpled napkins, and crushed cans of soda. No one except one lady is actually eating. Seven adults sit with smiles on their faces looking at this little boy. One couple looks to be in their late twenties--she being pregnant. Another couple looks to be in their thirties--she being pregnant. The oldest couple looks to be in their fifties--the woman being the most energetic one there-and not pregnant. The last adult was a teenaged boy who sat on the far end of the picnic table while most of the commotion happened.
I'm not the only one watching this little boy since this group's gaze did not leave him. As Little Boy tottles up and down the aisle of picnic tables, the oldest woman jumps off the picnic bench and makes a loud roar at him. He giggles and immediately changes his direction to run away from her. The pregnant woman in her thirties says, "Look out Cyrus, Grandma's going to get you." Again he comes running toward her with a half-toothed grin. "Grandma" roars again at the little boy when he's almost within reaching distance for her. He giggles even harder and turns around to run the opposite direction. This pattern happens three or four times with the roaring getting even louder and the boy laughing even harder.When the little boy comes running back towards the direction of his grandma, the teenaged boy suddenly appears from behind "Grandma" with a three foot branch in his hand. His feet are wide spread and his arms high up in the air. His smile is full of metal and he waves the branch as he tromps towards this little boy. He doesn't move fast. His motion is slow enough that Little Boy has time to stop in his tracks. His smile disappears. And the laughter is now replaced by a high-pitched scream as he runs towards the pregnant woman in her thirties.
It makes me wonder as I watch this interaction whether or not the teenaged uncle knew what he was doing. Was he intensionally trying to take the playfulness too far or is he just clueless as to what does and doesn't work well with little kids. There's obviously a fine line when being playful with children. Perhaps this teenaged uncle is an example of the large number of us who accidentally cross that line and take it too far.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Observational Study
A child about the age of two years was the subject of my observations. About three foot eight, he wore an oversized shirt, a baseball cap, jean shorts, and foam sandals on his feet. His face had a smile on it the entire time as he clumsily ran around.
This observation took place at a camp ground where two groups that could only be explained as two families sat under a gazebo. This little boy's family sat at a metal picnic table with a plethora of food on the table--hotdogs, chips, watermelon, soda pop, bread and butter, and marshmallows. At each person's setting was a plate of watermelon rinds, half-eaten hotdogs, a mess of crumpled napkins, and crushed cans of soda. No one except one lady was actually eating. Seven adults sat with smiles on their looking at this little boy. One couple looked to be in their late twenties--she being pregnant. Another couple looked to be in their thirties--she being pregnant. The oldest couple looked to be in their fifties--the woman being the most energetic one there. The last adult was a teenaged boy who sat on the far end of the picnic table while most of the commotion happened. I wasn't the only one watching this little boy since this group's gaze did not leave him.
As little boy tottled up and down the aisle of picnic tables, the oldest woman jumps off the picnic bench and makes a loud roar at him. He giggles and immediately changes his direction to run away from her. The pregnant woman in her thirties says, "Look out Cyrus, Grandma's going to get you." Again he comes running toward her with a goofy grin on his face. "Grandma" roars again at the little boy when he's almost within reaching distance for her. He giggles even harder and turns around to run the opposite direction. This pattern happens three or four times with the roaring getting even louder and the boy laughing even harder.
When the little boy came running back towards the direction of his grandma, the teenaged boy suddenly appeared from behind "Grandma" with a three foot branch in his hand. His feet were wide spread and his arms high up in the air. His smile was full of metal and he waved the branch as he tromped towards this little boy. He didn't move fast. His motion was slow enough that the little boy had time to stop in his tracks. His smile disappeared. And the laughter was replaced by a high-pitched scream as he ran towards the pregnant woman in her thirties.
This observation took place at a camp ground where two groups that could only be explained as two families sat under a gazebo. This little boy's family sat at a metal picnic table with a plethora of food on the table--hotdogs, chips, watermelon, soda pop, bread and butter, and marshmallows. At each person's setting was a plate of watermelon rinds, half-eaten hotdogs, a mess of crumpled napkins, and crushed cans of soda. No one except one lady was actually eating. Seven adults sat with smiles on their looking at this little boy. One couple looked to be in their late twenties--she being pregnant. Another couple looked to be in their thirties--she being pregnant. The oldest couple looked to be in their fifties--the woman being the most energetic one there. The last adult was a teenaged boy who sat on the far end of the picnic table while most of the commotion happened. I wasn't the only one watching this little boy since this group's gaze did not leave him.
As little boy tottled up and down the aisle of picnic tables, the oldest woman jumps off the picnic bench and makes a loud roar at him. He giggles and immediately changes his direction to run away from her. The pregnant woman in her thirties says, "Look out Cyrus, Grandma's going to get you." Again he comes running toward her with a goofy grin on his face. "Grandma" roars again at the little boy when he's almost within reaching distance for her. He giggles even harder and turns around to run the opposite direction. This pattern happens three or four times with the roaring getting even louder and the boy laughing even harder.
When the little boy came running back towards the direction of his grandma, the teenaged boy suddenly appeared from behind "Grandma" with a three foot branch in his hand. His feet were wide spread and his arms high up in the air. His smile was full of metal and he waved the branch as he tromped towards this little boy. He didn't move fast. His motion was slow enough that the little boy had time to stop in his tracks. His smile disappeared. And the laughter was replaced by a high-pitched scream as he ran towards the pregnant woman in her thirties.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The Yeti Encounter
It seems to me that anytime I meet someone new, I'm never bored. Even if the person himself is dull, monotonous, and talks about nothing I can relate to, the experience of meeting him is always exciting. But just recently I've encountered a meeting with someone I swore I'd never be lucky enough to meet again--especially if I moved out of my condominium.
Of course he's not the actual Yeti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales. If any ape-like creature wore tight wrangler jeans and steel-toed boots, I'd be shocked--and impressed at his sense of style. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard always leave me wondering. This groundskeeper is loud and full of energy when I see him. When involved in conversation, he moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. When he smiles, his teeth become the majority of his face and its as though through his smile, he's revealing a little bit of his secret. I could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
On a hot spring morning, I walked out to my car only to find the battery was dead. This was to be expected, actually, since my car had been having troubles the night before. After calling many of my friends for help, I realized I'd have to rely on somone else if I wanted to get going before dusk. I never thought of asking a Yeti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature native to the mountains of Tibet could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask and went down to the maintenance office where he was telling jokes in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables and could give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him, to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yeti, I'd simply smile to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature, right? But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yeti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to those who need it.
Besides, this Yeti is probably the most skilled of all his legend brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to operate and manage the horseless carriage.
Of course he's not the actual Yeti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales. If any ape-like creature wore tight wrangler jeans and steel-toed boots, I'd be shocked--and impressed at his sense of style. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard always leave me wondering. This groundskeeper is loud and full of energy when I see him. When involved in conversation, he moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. When he smiles, his teeth become the majority of his face and its as though through his smile, he's revealing a little bit of his secret. I could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
On a hot spring morning, I walked out to my car only to find the battery was dead. This was to be expected, actually, since my car had been having troubles the night before. After calling many of my friends for help, I realized I'd have to rely on somone else if I wanted to get going before dusk. I never thought of asking a Yeti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature native to the mountains of Tibet could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask and went down to the maintenance office where he was telling jokes in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables and could give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him, to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yeti, I'd simply smile to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature, right? But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yeti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to those who need it.
Besides, this Yeti is probably the most skilled of all his legend brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to operate and manage the horseless carriage.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
A Yetti Encounter
It seems to me that anytime I meet someone new, I'm never bored. Even if the person himself is dull, monotonous, and talks about nothing I can relate to, the experience of meeting him is always exciting. But just recently I've encountered a meeting with someone I swore I'd never be lucky enough to meet again--especially if I moved out of my condominium.
Of course he's not the actual Yetti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales--he wears too tight of wranglers to be considered the Yetti. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard prove otherwise. This groundskeeper is always loud and full of energy when I see him. He moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. The way he smiles through his beard while he talks, i could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
When my car's battery died, I never thought of asking a Yetti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask for help and went down to the maintenance office where he was talking it up in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables to give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yetti, I'd simply laugh to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature. But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yetti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to us who need it.
Besides, this Yetti is probably the most skilled of all his Yetti brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to use the horseless carriage.
Of course he's not the actual Yetti described in many forms of fiction and tall tales--he wears too tight of wranglers to be considered the Yetti. But his big frizzy beard, red braided pigtails, and gangly smile peering out from his beard prove otherwise. This groundskeeper is always loud and full of energy when I see him. He moves his hands and head as though he was on a caffeine high. The way he smiles through his beard while he talks, i could swear the wranglers are just a cover up for what he really is.
When my car's battery died, I never thought of asking a Yetti for a jump. Who would have thought that a gangly-toothed creature could have helped me out with such an advanced piece of technology. But I overcame my initial hesitation to ask for help and went down to the maintenance office where he was talking it up in his low, rumbling voice. I asked if anyone of the maintenance people had any jumper cables to give me a boost. His beautiful daughter offered his services right in front of him to which he belted out a hearty laugh and grabbed his giant ring of keys. Within minutes he had his little Toyota truck parked right next to my old Nissan Sentra and got me on my way.
Before this incident, whenever I saw Groundskeeper Yetti, I'd simply laugh to myself about seeing a woodland creature here in my own city. I thought it was great he could find work cleaning out gutters and unclogging the hair from bathroom sinks. Such simple tasks for a simple-minded creature. But as it is with any person I meet, I found out that Yetti has more of a heart than I gave him credit for. He not only wants to adapt to the lifestyle of us Salt-Lakians, but he's more than willing to lend a helping hand to us who need it.
Besides, this Yetti is probably the most skilled of all his Yetti brothers--how jealous the others must be knowing that he has figured out how to use the horseless carriage.
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