So long...

From the looks at this assigned entry, it's now time to say goodbye. I really enjoy blogging. I blog on my own outside of this class because I like having an outlet. I don't use blogger but it really doesn't matter what website you use as long as you can talk about the things you want to talk about and voice your opinions. Blogs have always been to me a virtual journal. I used to keep journals and diaries when I was little and I still write an occasional entry in a journal but my blog, on Tumblr, really helps me through when I just want to vent. On here, it was nice to be able to talk about the things that we would discuss and watch in class and really get a chance to think about all of it. I took the assigned entries seriously but sometimes the personal ones, not so much. I think it was because I never knew what to write about or maybe it was that nothing spectacular had occurred to me that week so I was at a loss as to what I should blog about.
I learned a lot from other students blogs about their thoughts and views on topics we had discussed as well as other things they may have posted about. I learned more on the subjects that were posed in class because I had to write and really think about it to come up with more of a detailed answer. I now know what pink slime is and I am going to start looking for labels on food that say this is a replica of original meat.
I think it was useful in the sense that I've stated before; we all get an outlet to say what we really think on these topics. In class discussions, the ones that speak are the ones who have either the courage or care. But because it was assigned, we had to write something down and so now you've heard from everyone in the class about the topic and there is a certain perspective from everyone.
Maybe in the rubric, you could mention that putting up pictures and making more than just words come out is what gets those 25 points. I mean the rubric is pretty straight forward so I don't know what else there is to add.
Other comments.....? Too legit to quit.

peace out scouts.

Possible Endings

…… To HIMYM.
Barney is actually telling the story, and Robin and Ted actually get married.
Ted’s wife is dead.
Ted’s wife is alive and those kids must be fucking bored.
Ted is dead.
Ted never had kids and is telling a pointless story.
I’ll come back with more. So I’m enjoying life lately. My boyfriend is amazing, I love school, but it’s getting tough. I seriously am having a great time. I hope this keeps up.

EWWWW

So we were told to watch this video about Pink Slime
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wshlnRWnf30&feature=youtu.be

At first, I seriously thought there was going to be literal slime in the food but what it turned out to be was so much more interesting. The way that they make this disgusting meat clean by using chemicals that can kill us is revolting. I was just so appalled by the process and the way companies will do anything to make more money. Even if it includes making adults and children eat dog food.

Disgusting.

Here comes a doozy....

I kinda want to write a little about this past week.

       So I'm Catholic and Wednesday was Ash Wednesday, signalling the beginning the start of the Lenten season. I wore my ashes proudly on that day, whether it was at the store or even at my work. All day. I had a lot of people ask me what are those for, what do they symbolize and what did I give up? I know a lot of people aren't religious at all and that's fine but it sad to know that most don't know about any religions and then get the wrong perspective or answers to these questions.

      But I feel like there are just so many people who get the wrong idea's about religion, whether it be Christianity or Catholicism because of the media. I have so many people ask me about the cross I wear on my neck. Last week someone asked my best friend what hers was for and she said she wore it because she was Catholic. He responded by saying, "oh most people say, I wear it just because."

      It's sad to think that a lot of people I know have no regard for religion and that is to each their own, no judgement from me at all but I have had so many tell me that Catholics push their opinions onto others and they don't like it. I don't go around telling people they are sinners and that they should go to church and become a holier person. I am not walking around telling others they are going to hell or that they have broken values because we don't share the same opinions. Well I think it doesn't really matter what religion you are, you believe in what you believe in. I know a lot of people who are against major subjects such as homosexuality rights and abortions rights and they aren't religious. I am never ashamed to say I am 100% fully against abortion and that it should be illegal but I felt this way before I became Catholic.

Another major topic is marriage. A lot of politicians are now stuck because they find themselves in a bind about whether or not homosexual people should be allowed the right to marry. Most politicians claim to be Christian and Catholic and what baffles me is the people who claim to be apart of something and then not listen to the teachings. It like saying "oh I'm a vegetarian but I'm going to eat a burger today because I can."

It's hypocritical. And annoying.

For Our Own Diet (I.E.,Food)

           So after watching the movie in class, I seriously contemplated returning to vegetarianism. I only stopped being a vegetarian because I went to college and it would have been very expensive and I wouldn't have been able to afford it then. I couldn't help but react to the images of the animals, so much so that I couldn't watch the whole thing, but instead put my hands over my eyes or put my head down. I  don't know why I couldn't have been blessed with being able to not care about who or what I was eating like some other people and clearly the people on the video who can kick innocent animals. I always thought the PETA company was always doing a good job but no one seems to care about animals as much as they care about themselves.
       I'm not angry as much as puzzled as to why other Americans don't know as much if they don't watch movies and clips like this. I had never seen this movie, I have only seen Super Size Me and that was all about one specific company, McDonalds. The radio and television programs never have shows on about this subject unless you are watching or listening to a specific documentary. I'm not surprised but definitely angry about all these "people" who run these corporations don't care at all about the consumer or what happens when they don't follow regulation. The story of the boy who died in 11 days and the lawsuit in progress is explanation enough. I always have heard or suspected the federal governments play in our big businesses. It always seems where there is money, the feds are knocking at the door with a big basket of goodies.

         Onto the vegetable portion of the video, I was VERY surprised to see that corn makes so so so so so SO many products. I am going to be looking at the labels in the supermarket now to see if there is corn in everything I buy. I mean this has nothing to do with the movie but it must be related to how much people know what is in their food and how they must be eating too much starch and carbohydrates everyday which relates to obesity. We don't need to be eating all these starches and breads and then vegetables and fruits not be in our diets. The way these companies make all of this just a product and how our food is being made like it is something we use, in a factory, is disturbing. They are engineering our food and that is certainly not a word I associate with food.
      I didn't really pay attention to the environmental aspect of the food industry but I know it plays a large role on how our earth is being effected and if they changed some things, it would greatly affect how we live in multiple ways.
       I do not like the idea of all those bacteria and germs in our food one bit. Thousands of people have died from diseases and bacterial fungus' that have  arisen from food companies not caring about all the regulations. It is truly disgusting and scary to think that one day you could be perfectly fine and the next you could be gone.
       It may seem easier to not care and just be ignorant about what we are ingesting into our own bodies but it isn't. I know a lot of people who are so "health"conscious and care so much about being fit but I wonder if they know all of the things about the "organic products" and if they really know how healthy they are truly being. This whole video has made me never want to eat fast food ever again and never eat meat that isn't free range. I'm still contemplating returning to no meat at all but for now, I will just have to throw my conscious away and eat one of those baby pigs and chicks. :(

Ok, so I'm not really sure what to write about this week for my self generated post.

I seriously have no idea.

I could talk about how life's going lately but I don't really want to hah.

Ok so I've been writing this technology paper and I have gotten stuck so many times. It seriously is just writers block all day long. I am surrounded by technology all day long, whether I'm at work or I'm looking at my cellphone, or on the computer. It's seriously all around me and I feel like my paper is just terrible.

I'm probably going to do more writing and editing tonight. I seriously think it's horrible but I can't make my style any better because the style you write in is influenced by who you are. I feel like my writing reflects on how I would tell a story in person or through an email.

Anyways, I better get back to it!!!


Feb.12.
Just noticed I never posted this but it's ok....
look a kitty

Computers are out to get us all FAT!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1BQPV-iCkU

I saw this movie a long time ago when I didn't really care about the future as much as I do now. I watched a clip from this movie a couple weeks ago and had the same reaction then as I did tonight. This movie hits the whole human condition right on point. I wasn't surprised with what I saw when I watched it the first time. If we let technology take over us like they did, then that is what will inevitably happen. What sticks with me is what happens when the people on the chairs aren't looking at their screens and what they actually see. I think what Pixar was trying to do was send a message about the present times and how reliant we are on our computers and cell phones but really it only reflects us to a point. Yes, we use technology for just about everything but technology does send the messages that we put out there. Every time I get onto my tumblr, I see some fitness workout picture for motivation or healthy food recipes. So technology can't be all bad.

What I want to focus on is the fact as soon as the computer said to go to blue, everyone just pressed a button and just did it. The influence that the machine controlling all of them was just crazy. Simon says to a maximum! And the road system they seemed to have and when the John character fell off his moving chair, the robots didn't help him, they just told him to wait. It was Wall-E who helped him. Human compassion, which they seemed to have put into Wall-E's character, is so much better than a screen.

14 billion years ago

A show I am a bit obsessed with at the moment.
My father got the first 4 seasons for Christmas and now that I basically am home all the time (no car atm) I am rendered helpless to getting anywhere and so I lose time by watching this.
You know, when my English homework is all done that is.

Anyways, I highly recommend you watch it. It's hilarious in a way that it doesn't kill your brain cells after watching a few seconds and you could learn something.

Big Bang!

Entry #2: Do they really know?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMcfrLYDm2U

I actually was thinking about the video we watched in class and decided that I would talk about that right now. The video above though, is not the original one we watched in class. It is now, the one from June 2007 and I feel that these videos are complete crap.

I watched the entire eight minutes and however many seconds and saw the same "statistics and information" spilled out to me as the one watched in class. The only difference? The years that which all this new information and technology would be exceeding our brain knowledge. They are the same numbers of  new born children, the same numbers of college graduates, that China will be the #1 English speaking country in a "few years."

I would like to use different phrasing on how I say all this info is crap, but it's not professional. I have learned in the stats classes I have taken that most of the information that companies and people come up with are made up or use a small sample to talk about a lot of people; i.e. a population.

I am quite saddened by the fact that people actually believe these things.

Entry #1: The Blog World

Personally, I really like blogs. It's a way for adults and maybe even teenagers to get their thoughts and ideas in writing. Like a public journal in a way. I like looking at them and finding new ideas and things I didn't know before. I started my first blog when i was 16 and I have kept it ever since. I may have drifted away from it at times, but it's always there for me to return to.

So the first blog I liked out of the ones I have just scowered the internet was www.videogum.com.
If you didn't get a chance to look at this one, I thoroughly reccomend, especially if you like movies, youtube vids, and TV. They give reviews on everything. I read the funniest post about the latest Glee episode and about one of my favorite movies, Bridesmaids. They definitely caught my eye considering I am all about watching every single TV show, the good ones, on television. I also really enjoy a good thrashing when people make some big copyright mistakes.

The next reccomendation is definitely www.thehairpin.com
Being a girl, this one stuck out when the review said it had tons of beauty ideas and crafty things all over it. When I visited, it had a lot more than that. I read the most interesting article about a Princeton professor who was verbally harrassed by a former student and the article just baffled me. I really hope you take a look at this one. I just spent the last hour looking at 30+ blogs and this one is by far my favorite.

Now this next one was terrible or anything, but it just wasn't interesting to me because I could care less about finances at the moment www.getrichslowly.org
I will definitely keep this blog in mind when money starts to be more prominent in my life but for now, ehh. It had some awesome tips on how to keep a little pocket change here and there and I will defnitely keep those tips in mind the next time I go shopping but really, all the money advice and tips I have come from my parents. I know that other advice can go along way with some people, and there are countless books on the subject, but I personally feel that it just doesn't affect me. I know not to spend money like it never ends and that if I don't need it, then don't get it. I went to a university already, and there isn't much to do to cut corners when you are poor and the only money you have to spend is on books and tuition. I already know the things that are neccessary and the things you can live without.

"Growing Up" by Russell Baker

I really enjoyed this essay and I hope you take the time to read it

"Growing Up"

The notion of becoming a writer had flickered off and on in my head since the Belleville days, but it wasn't until my third year in high school that the possibility took hold. Until then I'd been bored by everything associated with English courses. I found English grammar dull and baffling. I hated the assignments to turn out "compositions," and went at them like heavy labor, turning out leaden, lackluster paragraphs that were agonies for teachers to read and for me to write. The classics thrust on me to read seemed deadening as chloroform.

When our class was assigned to Mr. Fleagle for third-year English I anticipated another grim year in that dreariest of subjects. Mr. Fleagle was notorious among City students for dullness and inability to inspire. He was said to be stuffy, dull, and hopelessly out of date. To me he looked to be sixty or seventy and prim to a fault. He wore primly severe eyeglasses, his wavy hair was primly cut and primly combed. He wore prim vested suits with neckties blocked primly against the collar buttons of his primly starched white shirts. He had a primly pointed jaw, a primly straight nose, and a prim manner of speaking that was so correct, so gentlemanly, that he seemed a comic antique.

I anticipated a listless, unfruitful year with Mr. Fleagle and for a long time was not disappointed. We read "Macbeth." Mr. Fleagle loved "Macbeth" and wanted us to love it too, but he lacked the gift of infecting others with his own passion. He tried to convey the murderous ferocity of Lady Macbeth one day by reading aloud the passage that concludes:

. . . I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums . . . .

The idea of prim Mr. Fleagle plucking his nipple from boneless gums was too much for the class. We burst into gasps of irrepressible snickering. Mr. Fleagle stopped.

"There is nothing funny, boys, about giving suck to a babe. It is the — the very essence of motherhood, don't you see."

He constantly sprinkled his sentences with "don't you see." It wasn't a question but an exclamation of mild surprise at our ignorance. "Your pronoun needs an antecedent, don't you see," he would say, very primly. "The purpose of the Porter's sccene, boys, is to provide comic relief from the horror, don't you see."

Late in the year we tackled the informal essay. "The essay, don't you see, is the ..." My mind went numb. Of all forms of writing, none seemed so boring as the essay. Naturally we would have to write informal essays. Mr. Fleagle distributed a homework sheet offering us a choice of topics. None was quite so simpleminded as "What I Did on My Summer Vacation," but most seemed to be almost as dull. I took the list home and dawdled until the night before the essay was due. Sprawled on the sofa, I finally faced up to the grim task, took the list out of my notebook, and scanned it. The topic on which my eye stopped was "The Art of Eating Spaghetti."

This title produced an extraordinary sequence of mental images. Surging up out of the depths of memory came a vivid recollection of a night in Belleville when all of us were seated around the supper table -- Uncle Allen, my mother, Uncle Charlie, Doris, Uncle Hal — and Aunt Pat served spaghetti for supper. Spaghetti was an exotic treat in those days. Neither Doris nor I had ever eaten spaghetti, and none of the adults had enough experience to be good at it. All the good humor of Uncle Allen's house reawoke in my mind as I recalled the laughing arguments we had that night about the socially respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth.

Suddenly I wanted to write about that, about the warmth and good feeling of it, but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy, not for Mr. Fleagle. It was a moment I wanted to recapture and hold for myself. I wanted to relive the pleasure of an evening at New Street. To write it as I wanted, however, would violate all the rules of formal composition I'd learned in school, and Mr. Fleagle would surely give it a failing grade. Never mind. I would write something else for Mr. Fleagle after I had written this thing for myself.

When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no time left to compose a proper, respectable essay for Mr. Fleagle. There was no choice next morning but to turn in my private reminiscence of Belleville. Two days passed before Mr. Fleagle returned the graded papers, and he returned everyone's but mine. I was bracing myself for a command to report to Mr. Fleagle immediately after school for discipline when I saw him lift up my paper from his desk and rap for the class's attention.

"Now, boys," he said, "I want to read you an essay. This is titled 'The Art of Eating Spaghetti.' "

And he started to read. My words! He was reading MY WORDS out loud to the entire class. What's more, the entire class was listening. Listening attentively. Then somebody laughed, then the entire class was laughing, and not in contempt and ridicule, but with openhearted enjoyment. Even Mr. Fleagle stopped two or three times to repress a small prim smile.

I did my best to avoid showing pleasure, but what I was feeling was pure ecstasy at this startling demonstration that my words had the power to make people laugh. In the eleventh grade, at the eleventh hour as it were, I had discovered a calling. It was the happiest moment of my entire school career. When Mr. Fleagle finished he put the final seal on my happiness by saying, "Now that, boys, is an essay, don't you see. It's — don't you see — it's of the very essence of the essay, don't you see. Congratulations, Mr. Baker."

For the first time, light shone on a possibility. It wasn't a very heartening possibility, to be sure. Writing couldn't lead to a job after high school, and it was hardly honest work, but Mr. Fleagle had opened a door for me. After that I ranked Mr. Fleagle among the finest teachers in the school.

"show and tell"

Hey there!

So my name is Rhianna and I am just gonna use this first free post to let all you know a little bit about myself. You know, more than what meets the eye.

I'm 19, only a sophomore in college, currently taking a break from University up at NAU in Flagstaff. It's quite the education, you know being too cold to go to class and with all the exciting......mountains and stuffffff......

Anyways, while at school there, I met a few people who are quite important.
Such as these lovely people right down here.

They all became my family, whether I met them in the dorm where we had many a sleepless night, we were sisters in the sorority I joined (Alpha Delta Pi) or they just happened to be the surrogate family these five other girls and I created. :)

I also have three amazing best friends here in Phoenix, and an awesome boyfriend who I love more than anything.

I'm very blessed in my life to have all these people and more. I wish I was able to go on and on about the people in my life and all the ones who hold special places and who I have more pictures to share but I must go on and leave this post to what it is. An intro to this blog. My thoughts and opinions on worldly things and whatever seems to pop into my head. So hopefully you enjoy my ramblings about the social media of blogs, politics, the earth, the weather, technology and etc. And all I really have to credit this genius is this grey matter between my earlobes.