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.
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.
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