iPod Color

22 December 2008 No comments »

 

Touch the rainbow.

Touch the rainbow.

Thus the Cold Comes

10 December 2008 1 comment »

Thus the Cold Comes

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Photo by plastictaxi

A record player hums softly in the background of the dark room, the whispered tones of Sinatra filling in the dusty corners. A solitary candle sits glowing on the table in the center of the room, the flickering light illuminating the wrinkled crevasses of the old woman’s face. Ms. Bockner sits in her wheelchair at the table reminiscing of times gone past. She was once a powerful woman, the CEO of a successful company. That was all gone now. Lost to the winter winds, the result of an ill-considered business deal. She now sits alone. She sits apart from humanity and blames it for her fate.

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Prometheus Fire

6 December 2008 No comments »

On Prop 8

11 November 2008 1 comment »

Kalen

10 November 2008 No comments »

A story I wrote for class, based on the Finnish legend of Kullerwoinen.

Photo by roberthuffstutter

Photo by roberthuffstutter

Kalen was cursed. He was cursed since birth. He was cursed in everything he did. Or at least that the way he would tell it. In reality, Kalen was a blue-collar worker living in New York. 25-years-old, barely having finished high school and still living with his parents, you could say he was a bit of a late-bloomer. Or he could just be “slow.” In any case, he was plagued with incredibly bad luck. Ever since he was a baby he could never seem to do anything right. He was born prematurely, a breech birth, and almost died in the action. His mother was young. Too young to have a baby, and too righteous to have an abortion (or so her parents said), and thus the baby was given up for adoption.

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Reflections

6 November 2008 No comments »

After watching the election coverage until 3:00am, I woke up this morning at 6:50am and left for school. The first song playing on the radio was Imagine by John Lennon. It was surreal. Last night wasn’t a dream.

I voted for Obama. I voted for him because he embodied the spirit and ideals that I wish more people in this country had.

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The Whole World is Celebrating

5 November 2008 No comments »

From Twitter:

  • leolaporte - Two speeches that will echo through the years. I have never been so proud to be an American.
  • stephenfry - Malagasy people grinning from ear to ear. The world so wants to love America and now they can again
  • stephenfry - Oh hurrah! My American friends have just texted me the news!!! Good old America, good old Americans!
  • JohnCleese - Huzzah
  • glennmc - wow – at a loss for words – crazy night. New hope for the States. Congrats to us all!

What We Could’ve Bought with $3 Trillion

30 October 2008 1 comment »

Other things we could’ve bought with the $3 trillion we’ve spent in Iraq:

  • College tuition for every child currently in high school 3 times over.
  • 3 iPods for every person on the planet.
  • Paid off every American’s credit cards.
  • 50 million Habitat for Humanity houses (enough to house 129 million people)
  • Produce enough ethanol to eliminate our dependence on foreign oil.
  • Pay for enough cancer screenings and vaccinations to save 300,000 lives per year.
  • Pay for 5.7 million additional teachers in the classroom.
  • Buy 1,363 space shuttles
  • Buy every person on the planet 461 Cokes.
  • Feed 1.3 billion starving children from when their born until their 18th birthday.
  • Provide 46 trillion meals to the poor.
  • Adopt 30 billion polar bears.
  • Build 72,639 hospitals in 3rd world countries.
  • Save 200 billion acres of rain forest (5 times the landmass of the Earth).
  • Restore sight for 91 billion people with cataracts.
  • Restore the wetlands around New Orleans 214 times.
  • Buy 93 billion gallons of ice cream.

Inspired by: http://www.whatwecouldhavedonewiththemoney.com/

Dream Story – The Sunroom Incident

26 October 2008 No comments »

A story I wrote for Concept and Story class about a dream I had…

            He sits at his computer, in his silent room, the only noise and light, from the wind blowing through the trees and the afternoon sun shining in through the window. Click-click-click, ssssh. 

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Jerusalem Mill

20 October 2008 No comments »