One of a kind, except there are many more like you. The good thing is that your serial number makes you unique, you’re the only one to have it. Hanging up on the wall of Richardson’s Music, a store that has long gone out of business, you dazzled, brilliantly blue. I remember the day, I finally saved up enough money to remove you from that wall, you were free. Man, how we had fun that summer, playing the summer blues away.
We use to bring friends over to join us in our conquest of rock, only to fail several times, to my distraught. Through all of that, you prevailed. When weeks turned to days, days turned to months, months to years, you were with me through the good times and the bad. Bullet is you name, as you display proudly on your head, to the right of the tuners.
Now you sit lifeless, in a bag you call home. Gave you to a loved one, yet your all alone. Your string is broke, and all out of tune. I can’t believe what happened to you. It’s all my fault you see, I lost interest and bought a replacement for thee. Don’t worry though because recently it was treated like shit. Now though, since it was expensive I have to take better care of it.
What about you, what will become? Well, I’ll save you, you see! Until our song is song!


Ha! I had fun writing this blog!

My two readings

One of the essays I chose for this blog was “The American Male at Age Ten” by Susan Orlean. This essay, which I sadly tried hard to keep my biography close too, and failed, is a great biography. It takes a person named Colin Duffy and reflects upon his childhood, as if you were there to see if for yourself. I found it a hilariously good idea about making fake evil spider webs, in fact I should probably find a way to do it to my roommate. That whole story made me feel as if I knew Colin myself. I think it’s the amount of detail that would benefit me the most. I can honestly say that I lack the attention to detail in my blogs to make them great. In the future I am going to try to pay more attention to this, and try harder to apply more detail. Another great thing about this essay is the voice. The author makes the story sound so genuine, I almost think that Colin is a ten year old kid and the writer is just doing the essay for one of her elementary school essays.
The second essay I chose for this blog was “Reading History to my Mother” by Robin Hemley. This essay took a normal everyday scenario, a son hanging out with his mother, and made it ”some what interesting”. I say this because I found it quite dry, but just the care the writer but into the essay was fantastic. The writer put great effort in explaining this scenario, and make it flow evenly and was grammatically great. This is something that I need in my post. Just more attention to grammatical, and how to extend an essay about nothing so it is longer. I mean heck, this guy wrote ten pages about his mom.

football story

The ball was kicked, the crowd was rawring for my Dad to return the ball. Unfortunately he couldn’t run fast enough and was taken down by some big guy with the number 65 on his jersey. Almost in tears my mom reassured me that he would be fine. Even at the age of 8 I knew that the clock was counting down and being down by 6 points wasn‘t exactly the best situation. “Come on dad!!!” I yelled with great enthusiasm, knowing that everyone there, painted in gold and maroon was there, cheering for my dad, just like me. “Hike!” The clock started again. Utterly confused, I kept my attention drawn to number 23. The ball was heaved across the field, but fell short of a different receiver. Again the same play, except this time the ball was almost picked off by the other team. I felt desperate, not able to give any support except with my cheers, that seemed to be overwhelmed and drowned out by the crowd. It was third down, something had to happen, or else the season with be over with a loss. “Hike!” the quarterback yelled again. The ball was thrown into the air, headed directly for my father. I could barely watch as the ball touched his hands. After that I couldn’t believe my eyes as he took off down the field, his legs were moving so fast I thought they would have to fall off pretty soon. The bad man chasing after my dad was also moving really fast, too fast, oh no. Just before he could catch my dad it was over, touchdown.

Slumdog Millionare

Recently I saw the movie Slumdog Millionaire with my girlfriends. This provocative movie started out as an Indie flick and grew in popularity until it found it’s home in the mainstream media. I feel that his movie has so many different aspects that made it such a good movie, that if used, one could translate into non-fiction writing. To start off, this movie had a lot of character build up. The director allowed the audience to build a relationship with the characters. You know that sufficient character development has been build when you get to that part of the movie where you yell at the main character to duck or run faster, you want them to succeed, you feel for them. Once you feel for the characters, it doesn’t matter what the rest of the movie is, you care what happens to them.

Depth is another element that is essential to movies and writing. Obtaining background information, about a character or a concept, lets the audience understand where the character is coming from or how they got to where they are. Slumdog millionaire did this by telling the story of how the main characters met and developed relationships over the years. It is really disappointing when you read a book or go to the movies and the concept surrounding the movie is amazing you just want to know more about it, and it ruins it entirely. This element is closely related to character development, but this element could also be used in
conjunction with ideas or concepts around a premise of a movie or book.

A very important, yet simple element that is used in this movie that is essential to every text is the outline: introduction, rising action, climax, falling action. Very basic but important part of any story, it has to build to something; for example, you couldn’t write a story about going down a slide, only describing your feelings and how bad you wanted to ride it, yet never telling the audience if you did it or not.

Another element that could be used in both in movies and writing is what I like to call the ‘time element’. In Slumdog Millionaire, the movie is made up of two sections, the current time, which is usually the character telling a story , which is the second part of the story. In Slumdog Millionaire, the main character is in a police station telling the detective his story, and how his journey through life lead him to know all the answers on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. So the movie is separated into two distinct times. I personally think it would be awesome if you could pull this off in a non fiction writing, it certainly would keep me entertained, it gives it almost a mysterious feel about it, because you know the outcome, but you don’t know how it got to that point.

Humor in the work place

I have been working at Banner Baywood Medical Center for the past three years. My job consist of transporting patients to different modalities throughout the hospital, down for test and back up to their room. In doing so, I come across a variety of obstacles, having to transfer patients who have become too weak or old to walk, dealing with the unpleasantries of the ‘oh so modest’ hospital gowns, and occasionally dodging the droppings of incontinent patients. Usually referring my job as my gloomy demise, I really don’t mind working their since my fellow transporters are pretty nice and I have a lot of friends that work in different departments. Unfortunately, yesterday at work had turned out to be a Monday, if you catch my drift.
The climax of my downtrodden day occurred when I tried to bring a patient to CT. I knocked and opened the door to a patients room. “Transport” I declared, as to not confuse the patient why a total stranger was in their room. “I’m here to take you down stairs…” That’s when I saw a C.N.A trying vigorously to get a rather aged lady’s blood pressure. “ Oh sorry” I said confused at first, “I though you were the nurse for a second,” (before you take a patient down stairs the nurse must be informed of what is going on).
“Well, I’m not, you have to find the nurse first!” the C.N.A said without comprehending what I had just said.
“I know, that’s why I’m trying to find her” I was rather aggravated with her initial response to me in front of the patient. It was rather rude and unnecessary for her to talk to me with that much lack of respect. In response to me she just muttered something I couldn’t quite make out. Luckily for me I just saw the nurse walk by out side the door, I immediately chased after her.
After C.N.A left, the nurse and I immediately put the room together to fit my gurney in the undersized room to make it less of a distance for her to walk. It was finally time to get the older lady on my gurney and finally complete my run. We grabbed her with one person under each arm to ensure she wouldn’t fall on us and started to walk her the few feet to my stretcher. “Oh Crap!” the Nurse said with frustration in her voice. I looked down, and sure enough there was crap on the floor. After dodging the floor droppings I finally got the patient on the cart and the nurse cleaned her up before I left with her to CT. I was finally done with that run!
A couple hours later I was approached by another transporter who was eager to tell me a story about a patient he just had. “You wouldn’t believe it…I stood this lady up and she just went all over the C.N.A’s shoes!” Aaron had a slight smile on his face.
“Wait, was it in patient in room ###?” I asked him hoping it was the lady I brought down earlier.
“Ya, how’d you know?” he said now questioning the value of his story.
I just smiled at him and said, “ I had her earlier”.