With dark hair and a skin tone with a sun kissed touch. My
friend Christian is a unique person who certainly lets it be known. His hair
when wet looks similar to hair on a wet distressed dog. But when dry, he sports
a haircut unlike others, one that is done up in some strange pattern with a
large amount of gel. His tattoos of the Virgin Mary and angels in gothic form
mark his devotion to the Catholic Church in beautiful artwork form. His style
is current, skinny jeans and a button up proves that he cares about his look.
While someone may think he is tough, those who know him recognize the act he
puts on. Apart from being one of the funniest people I know, Christian is among
the hardest working. Going to school and working nearly 40 hours a week might
take a toll on some people, but for Christian his philosophy is simple. In
order to make the money he wants, he must work for it. Not only is my friend
Christian one of the most interesting people I know, he is one of the most
genuine.
Steven's super adventure
For those of you who don't know, I will be studying abroad this coming semester on Semester At Sea. It is no less than the trip of a lifetime and the most significant thing i'll have done in my life thus far. 105 days 12 countries. Needless to say I am incredibly excited.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
The "Bull"
After
reading, “Bull on the Mountain” by Oliver Sacks, I sat for a few minutes
attempting to explain to myself what I had just read. I liked the story, and as
an outdoorsmen myself I can relate to a bit of his experience. However, this
story had me questioning Mr. Sacks as an avid outdoorsman. First off, he
ventures out to climb a mountain by himself in a foreign country knowing that
someone did the same exact thing and died doing it. Secondly, his ego seems to
be something he is very proud of. All of his work in the gym and the gifts that
nature has blessed him with has given him the ability to conquer whatever
physical feat lay ahead of him. Unfortunately, he has not conquered fear. At
the sight of the bull, he slowly turns around and then loses his cool and
begins running. I think pretty much everyone knows that running down a mountain
is never a good idea.
His
strength and desire are definitely proved after he manages to climb down after
his injuries but I still question what caused them in the first place. Did Mr.
Sacks really see a bull? Near the introduction, he has the audacity to call
himself a bull referring to his strength and toughness. It’s quite possible
that he, “the bull” fell on his own. While maybe as a person, I am not a fan of
Oliver Sacks; I really did enjoy his writing style. He was not afraid to make a
bit of fun at himself and he certainly did not downplay his self-confidence and
I think that added a lot to the story. Overall I thought it was an interesting
read and it reminded me a lot of the movie 127 Hours with James Franco who
plays a man who is forced to cut his own arm off after getting pinned by a
boulder in a canyon. It’s a great movie based completely off of a real story.
One of my favorite scenes is linked below.
The Room
Here in Museum Collections, a building I did not know
existed is a room. This room in this “Museum” houses no historically
significant objects as far as I can tell. What is this museum then? Some
Dinosaur bones on the way in were nice to look at but so far that is all I have
seen. But yet we are in this room and it is unique. The glossed over windows
make it seem as if it is cold and snowy out. The one window that is cracked
open proves otherwise. Sitting in silence, pens floating over paper, all that
is heard in this room is the sliding of the arm as we all write about this
room.
However,
outside this room, through that cracked window there is the hustle and bustle
of life. A motorcycle drives by and the bits of green tree that is visible
waves in the breeze. A burst of sirens becomes alive; no one reacts as it
quickly fades into the distance. The mumbling of the professor in the next room
lets us know that we are in fact not alone and that there are others in a
slightly different room that it without a doubt unique to them. In our room, it
seems very ordinary. The one thing that really stands out in particular is the
poster near the door. On it, a large spider with words underneath him and on
the rest of the poster. A few words stick out due to their font color, “Use
toxic chemicals for defense”. There is a word in front of that phrase but from
where I am sitting I cannot read it. It could be don’t or do or please or
never, who knows, but I am curious.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Why I Hate Scary Movies
Around Halloween time, there is always the release of some
very scary movies. Some are filled with gore and guts and others just plain old
terrifying. While many people flock to the theaters to indulge in what I
consider a sick fetish, I choose to steer clear of these films. Why? Because I
simply hate the feeling of sitting down whether in a living room or movie
theater where things come out of nowhere and I have no choice but to sit in my
seat and watch.
It isn’t
that I hate blood and gore; I just find it completely unnecessary to take it to
the extreme like many of these movies do. Here I am having a mini heart attack and
I have paid money for this to happen. It just doesn’t really make very much
sense to me. I don’t find it fun to get scared, its not how I want to
spend my free time. If I really wanted to get scared, I could tell my parents
that I’m dropping out of school, then I would be terrified. Its not even that
someone is setting up something to scare you, your purposely-paying money to
get scared.
From the
scary movies that I have seen, they all start off like this. First groups of
people big or small come across some supposedly haunted house or wander into a
haunted forest because they heard that it was haunted. Then they all make the
clearly poor choice of entering said haunted house or forest and slowly one by
one are killed in increasingly gruesome ways. Nearly all scary movies are terrible
movies with terrible actors. If I want a movie that excites me and where people
get killed, I can watch an action or thriller where the good guy/girl is always
a badass and comes out on top. It’s just the idea of paying money or wasting
time to get the crap scared out of me is not something that I enjoy.
Don’t get
me wrong I love Halloween. I love dressing up, I love candy I actually like
haunted houses too but I hate sitting and watching some stupid people get
killed in gross ways. I can think of many other ways I would like to spend my
time.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Daughters from Danang
I found this documentary to be an interesting mix of emotion
and frustration for me. Although it was easy to feel for Heidi and her
inability to fit in her homeland, I felt incredibly frustrated by her lack of
knowledge and understanding. She experienced a stereotypical case of culture
shock upon her arrival causing her immediate anxiety and emotional distress. I
just don’t understand what exactly she was expecting. Here was a family she had
barely ever known back in a third world country ravaged by a gruesome and
vicious war. And yet she is taken aback by the poverty they live in.
What stuck
me first about Heidi’s complete lack of knowledge was her dress code. This lady
travels to a southeastern country nearly on the equator and walks around
dressed in leggings and long sleeve shirts. When I visited Vietnam I wore gym
shorts and a tank top and I was still hot. The other article of clothing that
really stood out to me was the jewelry that she wore the whole time there. Gold
rings, a watch and a necklace really made her not just stand out but show her
actual family that she was well off.
When Heidi
finally does meet her real family, the happiness is short lived. The language
and cultural barrier makes conversation and interaction awkward. Heidi feels
suffocated due to her real mothers desire to spend ever waking hour together.
The worst comes when Heidi is asked to bring her mother back to live with her
in the United States. It is understandable that this is a request that Heidi
does not want to make, but the request for Heidi to send some money back
monthly I think is not. This becomes a clash of cultures. The family lives in
less than ideal conditions so that when a family member does move away it is
customary they send money back. But Heidi cannot move past her feelings of
resentment and doesn’t grant either request choosing instead to leave early
back to the life she knows.
For Heidi
to abandon her family giving nothing back I thought was selfish. If Heidi was
able to send even $20 a month back to her real family, I know it would make a
huge difference in their lives. But she chose to leave and forget wishing she
had left the curiosity alone. Daughters of Danang displays stereotypic American
cultural ignorance and selfishness at its finest. The fact that she wished she
never went, never wrote back to the letters they sent her and never met and
reconnected with her real family proves her self-centered personality. She
visited a life that she should have been living only to forsake and wish to
disremember instead of embracing and cherish.
Aligning the Internal Compass
In Jessica McCaughey’s “Aligning
the Internal Compass”, I found a short story that brought me back to the days
of my study abroad program and my attempts to travel in unfamiliar places. Your
internal compass from my experience seems to be something that isn’t just
inherited. You either possess the ability to thrive in uncomfortable situations
or you are prepared with knowledge. Your ability to decipher maps that are in
foreign languages or find seemingly invisible landmarks is an important aspect
to travelling both efficiently and effectively.
In this day
and age, technology has given those who are not directionally enabled a tool
that is worth its weight in gold. Smartphones equipped with GPS can tell you
where you are and if for some reason you can’t find the place you are going,
then you have the world wide web – both in the palm of your hand. I will not go
as far as to say that I’m am directionally challenged mainly due to my
impressive feat of navigating the Tokyo subway system by myself one day but I definitely
have my bad days. The first necessity is to have a game plan, even if it is
very vague. The city you want to visit and what you would like to see and do
when you are there. Secondly, you need to use and possess the resources that
are available to you; maps and guidebooks are really the only tools that will
help you help yourself. In Tokyo, the first thing I did was find a subway map,
with this in hand I figured out the subway system I was by reading signs and
then looked to see where I was planning on going. The night before I had made a
list of stations that I was told to check out, I found them on the map and then
began plotting my route toward them. Efficiency was the key since I had a clear
time frame. However, given the different number of lines and transfers it was
no easy task. But, I was prepared with knowledge and a plan and so I was just
fine.
This brings
me to the story of McCaughey and her father and their pathetic attempt to
navigate the woods. It was clear to me that from the beginning, it was not
going to go so well. Their lack of knowledge and preparedness prove to be harsh
when they become lost and unable to read the map. As an Eagle Scout, I spend my
fair share of weekends in the woods and on backpacking trips through the mountains
where it was vital that we know how to us these basic and frankly ancient tools
of navigation. It seemed to me that with all of her attempts to try and improve
her sense of direction, she just never seemed to improve. Barely making it out
of the woods as one of the last groups (I saw that coming) it was clear that
she and her father should either never go back into the woods or actually take
a real instructional class on navigation. From my experiences, once you can
figure out your current position and have a good idea on how far you walk
(which requires setting a pace), it is not very hard from then on.
I found the
story overall humorous and entertaining although at times frustrating that they
just could not figure out where they were or where they had to go. The origins
of directional skills in my opinion depend on your preparedness and experience.
It isn’t really something you are born with, maybe your comfort level in sticky
situations can play a big part but being able to use the tools you are given properly
makes the world of a difference.
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