Writing has never been my strongest point and it never will be. I second guess myself too much, letting my mind get the best of myself. Thinking constantly and not enough of it going on to paper. I have learned that for my writing to grow, I have to learn to give up. To give up, my own negative thoughts, to write first and to think second. I still find it hard to write in any shape or form, but that will not discourage me from writing. Any writing that I have done up to this point, is an experience trying to form thought into words. It may sound, that I am trying to self-discover, making it sound that inner peace would show me the way. In a way, for my writing to get better I must be prideful of my work. Find a way to enjoy writing. Once I can start writing for nothing, but the simple pleasure of writing, only then can I start growing as a writer. The day I can take the bull head on with horns and all, will be the day that see writing under new light. Until then, writing will be the bane of my existence. With something that I aspire to reach one day, to enjoy writing.
TV Show Analysis
American Horror Story a graphic, but very interesting in many different aspects because there are many different stories I will stick to the first season murder house. Now what makes this show so different?
Audience: The writers does not go out of its way for the audience. The audience sees and understands what the show is about. From what I have seen, even though the show is full of blood and guts the viewers have a nice diversity.
Flow: The story is broken into many points of view at different times (years) the way it plays out can actually unfolds the story once all peace are seen.
Narrative: People want watch the show for the connections between seemingly random points of view and why everything is happening.
Visual images: To keep the mood gloomy the colors are dark with little lighting. There is some times that lighting changes when it needs special effects.
Music: The music is dark, eerie and has a heavy feel that can cause tension. Being that the story is hardly happy it helps bring the serious of the show.
Characters and casting: Though it may not seem like it, the cast is very connecting to the audience. The story ask for sympathy or any small emotion to connect to the cast.
Shopping at guitar center
What makes Guitar Center so special is the ability to use the any of instruments for as long as you like. The store itself is very open, when entering there are three shelves at help to make small and short aisles that hold electric guitar amplifiers. Hanged on the wall adjacent from the aisles are a large amount of demo electric guitars. People can enter the store pick up a guitar, play for as much as they wish. If electric guitar is not to your liking there are other section of the store that encourage for the customer to sit and play. There is the acoustic guitar room, a piano room and a room filled with Dj mixing boards.
While the store has many rooms and with each one catering to one type of instrument, what make the store so successful is the demographics of the customers and the employees. When people are asked about electric guitars, most would give answer at relate to rock, metal or some other type of similar genre. Most people that I have seen playing those guitar are young adult, even children; the playing style is some type of fast and loud lick. In contrast, the acoustic room, people play much more soothing music. The room muffles the sound from the outside, giving the opportunity for people to listen to their own playing. People that shop in this section of the store tend to be much more mature regardless of their age.
The employees walk around, looking and listening for anyone playing an instrument. For the most part when it comes to comparing both departments, the employees behave the same. They try to see what is the point of the visit, what type of instrument the customer is looking for and what is the price range. What does set the departments apart would be how the employee give advice, for the electric department, the employees would try to show different type of distortions. For acoustic players, different types of chords and transitions between them.
With the help of empty sound proof rooms people can have the privacy they wish. Employees give advice at the level the customer needs. The way the store set-up and environment allows for any person to walk in and feel welcomed to try. Even other costumers would help a stranger, in need. I have seen people play together, even though none of them have met before. Strangers giving advice and tips all to support each other. This alone allows for the store to have minimal input via Employees, and still receive sales.
Guitar center is, home away from home. A place where one can sit and play to one’s heart content. The store allows for free movement and trial of the instruments, this allows for people to feel welcomed. The studio, feel of the store give the chance for people play in a place one wish they had. With this lay out, Guitar center maximizes sales and as well giving an experience that people can enjoy.
References
Guitar Center. (2015, August 13). Retrieved September 22, 2015, from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitar_Center
The Flow of Time
Time sure flies, I could have sworn that it was yesterday that I graduated from high school, that it was yesterday that I had to say to good bye to those closest to me.It was yesterday that I had started college, but if I was to be quoted I would be wrong . It has been more then six months since I have graduated and three since I have stared college. Though I have to say, I have leaned so much, and in one the class that I have to say I grew in was English(even if my grade does not show it)
English has never been a strong point for me, I could never find a starting point and have looked for ways to remove writes block. I tend to repeat and become redundant write more.My Thesis statements are weak and poorly developed. I run out of what to say, and sometime have to completely change topic just to make sure I have a larger paper. I never understood why I have such problem with writing. It was not until recently that, I realized that size does not matter, as long as the idea is put on paper the work is done. Though I still problems in other sections of writing, I actually am not afraid to write, all what I really need help if is to stay on topic and to find a way to start the topic.
Though I can not say that all my inspiration comes from one place. Most comes from my friends, some times I have no idea as to where to go in my writing and I end up looking at a half black screen with the cruiser blinking. My friends tend to be random at times or go out sometimes for no reason at all. Though in that time I could be working, by going out in actuality I can have a simple idea and with that I could continue my work. Sometimes it is not even the writers block, I need motivation. I can count on them some how motivate me without knowing they did or have them plan something fun and not to allow me to join until work is done. And there are times where I just need my music and that could be substitute.
My classes also where some factors that played a part in my writing. I could get inspiration from them or I could feel stressed about passing a test or finishing work that I would have mental lock up and have trouble thinking or placing my mind on paper. I stress over the smallest thing till the point, that small detail is the only thing on my mind. I would Like to change this , but seeing that this was my first semester in college and seeing how grades can make or brake a class gave me anxiety. In all actuality, there where times that I would fear that I would fail the class. English being one, like I have stated before I am not good with English and I always seem to get bad luck when it come to it. Though seen how I have grown as a Writer I am not as afraid.
AS much of a dunce I am when it comes to writing, I am actually proud to say that, a lot of the mistakes that I have done thus far are going to be non-existent for the next semester. Though I have a lot to get to the point that I am one hundred percent confident with my writing skills. I might try a new method to get my writing where it should, but I would use that when I have the assignment that can adapt to it. I would basically consist of a impromptu and retyping. I would not know if it would be a effective way to write, but it would be worth the try. When it comes to writing, I am done for the year. If I can go by without writing another paper I would be happy, but for now I just hope to end the semester with a good note and start the brake with even better note.
The Destruction of a regime
The Destruction of a regime
Jorge Varela
University of Advancing Technology
North Korea, an excluded mystery, a land where no information goes in or out. A place where famine and poverty plagues the country. North Korea says that now is the time of prosperity a time where food and money are plentiful but it has tried to hide the truth about the country and information about the outside world, because it fears that it would lose the power it works so hard to achieve. Little does it know that the power of Democratic People’s Republic of Korea is coming close to an end.
North Korea: Starving 23 year-old Homeless Woman
Information has been the problem when it comes to the control of the country. The state controls the information that passes through to the people, it could range anywhere from book, Television shows, Radio, movies and music. All is controlled to make sure that no outside information about politics, technology, and religion is to be seen by anyone. That is to say, this was in the past when information has yet to become digital and easily available but now is moving much more freely from both sides.
Kim Jong Un inspects North Korea’s first smartphone, an Android clone
A small group of people on the Chinese boarder are working with some North Koreans and even with an officer to help smuggle in hand full DVDs, flash drives, hacked phones, radios, and personal DVD players. While information is going in there is some information that is going out. Videos of towns filled with filth and children scavenging for food are seen. The largest store in the capital is filled with imported goods from around the world and nothing is for sale. There is a large gap between the high class and the low class; the high class has been filmed to ride in latest year model Mercedes on the other hand low class struggle to get mere pennies to eat with, just by selling smuggled DVDs.
For the government to have other sources of revenue, Korea sends out workers to Russia to log in the name of the great leader. Sadly, the pay is only pennies and the living condition is nothing more than small trailers. The workers know that leaving like that is bad, but going back to home is the same to them. People are actually much more vocal with their disagreements with police officers when questioned. They are much more willing to ask of badge or papers showing authority, though no one still rises when it comes to policies that the Kim Jong-un implements. The few of being thrown in to a jail along with your family is what keeps the people at bay.
Even though it is in small amounts, people are starting to see what the world is outside Korea; many have finally understood that they were lied to what they have known since birth was a lie. Many are wise to find ways to escape. Unfortunately, the rest of people still believe North Korea is the land of prosperity and free people. Even with the small scale of people, the regime’s days of power are numbers and will only slowly start to rise as more and more people are starting to doubt the power at hand.
References
Secret State of North Korea. (n.d.). Retrieved December 7, 2014, from http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/secret-state-of-north-korea/
What was Kim Jong-un Like as a Boy? (n.d.). Retrieved December 7, 2014, from http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/foreign-affairs-defense/secret-state-of-north-korea/what-was-kim-jong-un-like-as-a-boy/
Could there be a North Korean “Spring”? (n.d.). Retrieved December 6, 2014, from http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/foreign-affairs-defense/secret-state-of-north-korea/could-there-be-a-north-korean-spring/
N Korea denies ‘righteous’ Sony hack. (n.d.). Retrieved December 7, 2014, from http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-30366449
Your Room Is An Extension Of Your Mind.
Your possessions are a extension of your mind. What you buy or you want speaks as who you are. For example when there is someone with the latest electronic even though it is not much of a upgrade of the last product. It broadcast that person they want to have the latest and greatest. Though none of this is wrong, it is just any extension of your personality.
Kohn, said that “our possessions give us a sense of security and stability.” I have to agree with that. The best example would be of my old laptop. If one goes though it, one will find things from game making development kits, to different programming languages, to different keyboard languages. I like to say that my old laptop is really an extension of me. I know how to do many things but only in a basic matter. Like I to learn many things, but yet I master nothing.
Though it don’t just have to be computers. Rooms are another way to show one’s mind. Like the two rooms that I have shown at the top of the page. It speaks my mind. I would like to have mixture of both rooms. I want a simple room that has a very clean and simple look yet has practicality for projects that require tools. but has a dark and and dimly lighted room for gaming. Both room are who I am, a person that like to jump from one project to another, but does not take the time to master a trade. In other words the room show one side of me that I like quote; ” Jack of all trades, but master of nothing.”
A bullet in a gun
(The video is a reading of the writing. I tried my best in make the reading interesting. I know it is not perfect, but I would still like to see your opinion my story and reading.)
Day 1:
Ice Cold, darker than a moonless night and loud enough to leave you deaf; I was thrown around and stamped with numbers, filled with powder. I can say the beginning of my life was that of a human. When I was in the process of being made, I was filled with fear and wonder. My cold dark fear was strong enough to drive a man to madness. I only felt mechanical love, machines everywhere and yet I have to learn as to why I am alive and why I am being made. As to my wonder, what is going on?
Day 2:
I am not as sure as to what happened to me after I was finished in production I must have fallen asleep. Last thing that I remember was being put into a box with my people. Though I do know it was not much, but the little sleep that I did get was great. I can finally see, hear and think clearly. Which is great, now I remember why I was being made; I am a 5.56 mm caliber for a M-16 rifle for the US army. My job is to kill, wound, and strike fear into the enemy, for if I do not my human will be killed. That’s right my human, I was awaken by the bright outside light as the box was opening. As I was being picked up he looked at me, not through me, but right at me. Does he know that I have a mind to? I can still remember the words he said to me, “Welcome to the club, boy! Looks like you the perfect one for me, *laughs* a greeny and his greeny bullet. Let’s make this fight count”, as he said that pulled out a marker and writes “With Love, From the USA”. Is this what love is? To feel the need to protect something you care for even though it means death? To feel the need to be with that one, to feel the need to be in that one’s heart. I am not sure what I feel is love, but I call it as so in any case.
Day 3:
Today, we were in a scouting mission out in a city. God, what happened? I can see nothing, yet I can see everything. Buildings from a side look as if nothing has happened in this forsaken place, while the other side looks as if they bombarded with explosives. The floors have been turned into rubble. The support beams have been melted into a puddle of solid steel. Stores with mannequins, my god those mannequins, so mangled and filled with holes is this war? I taste the oil and smoke of exploded cars and explosives. Why is this happening? Why is there a war to begin with? Is any fight worth losing lives, no I must keep a clear mind. If let that get in to my head I will not be true to the target. I have to protect this man at all cost. I only wish that was true, only being three days alive and I already know that life is cruel and war is a death sentence for a mass of men. The team was ambushed and over taken, gun shots ring and echo in your ear. The shock waves and blasts are felt thought the body. All my human’s friends fall around him, all my friends were shot out of the gun. God, I failed. I was made for only one thing, to protect and kill. I was to protect my human, and…….. and ……..I failed. He empties his clip, but left one which is me. He was killed before I loaded into the chamber. The shots left blood all over the gun; I can feel his cold lifeless blood drip on to me. No his blood is not lifeless, I can feel his hopes, dreams, …….his …..his love for his family. He has a family? No, not any more he is dead. I can see his wife and kids. Such a perfect family, no problems with money no dysfunction; I can imagine how family would take the new of his death. I hear the sobs of his wife, I can see his kids asking where is their dad and why won’t he return home. Why? Death? War? Why is there war? So, one side can say they are better. That political men say they were the strongest when they never raised a finger. War is an ugly thing this is not right, there has to be a better way to settle differences. I try to yell at the men, “ Stop, please stop. Look at what you are doing. You killed a man. He had a family; he has a life outside of this war. STOP!.”. Even though I have yelled, I have forgotten the most important detail, I am a bullet. They can’t hear me. People in this war both sides only see red, have they forgotten that these are people? Not an animal to slaughter without a second thought. This war has to end, no not just one but all wars that have yet to come. I wait here to rust and to be forgotten. I will fade away and be nothing be a thing of the past and so will my human. That’s is all what were intended to be. To be used and then tossed away. All I have with me the hope that humans will stop wars, because there is nothing I can do for I am just a useless bullet.
My Way of Life
I am the family bird. I see the world though these bars of a cage. Though I can’t complain much about this place. I get food and water. And humans let me see the outside wold so much. When they to let me roam. I can see the green grass cut in the back of the house. I see the roses and the lemon tree. Sadly, though I walk and I can’t fly. I can see the family have there time out side the house. I can see the little boy come and sit near me. He likes take me out of the cage, and to pet me. I can see the father, just standing there and see me sing. The mother just looks at me and and sees me as other thing to bother her only more. I see the time when they run, happy and carefree. Though I wish to see more and one day I did get it. When I got to be free, never saw the family ever again.
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