Yo vivo en El Oeste Filadelfia, el barrio de Cobbs Creek. Yo tengo He vivido allí toda mi vida. Me gusta el parque, las floras y las faunas, y el aislamiento. No me gustan las pedófiloapedófilas, los violadores, los drogadictos, y los hombres de medio. No me gusta donde mí viva, porque es peligroso estar fuera. Los temas importantes para mi comunidad son conservación de ambiente. Por otro lado, mi comunidad es buena en comparación con otro los barrios en El Oeste Filadelfia. Mi mural se ubicaría en la pared al lado de aparcamiento de supermercado.

Las formas de arte son la escritura, la pintura, la dibujara y la música. Las características del arte son creativos e intentan de a enviar un mensaje. El propósito de arte puede ser cualquier cosa. No tiene que ser atractivo el arte. Que es atractivo es una opinión. El Arte tiene que tener un mensaje; todo el arte tiene un mensaje. El grafiti es vandalismo y arte. Vandalismo tiene un propósito, y puede tomar la forma de arte - que es grafiti. El arte no es violencia ni violación nada. La pornografía no es arte. La tortura no es arte. Los temas no son arte porque sus intenciones son a hacer daños otros. Mi mural es arte porque es un dibujo. Creo el mural a expresar yo misma y enviar un mensaje. Mi mensaje es "Siempre creo en yo misma". El mensaje es para mí misma. Mi mensaje es egoísta pero inspirador. La imagen de mi mural representado la confianza, el poder, y negro femenino chévere. Para mí, el propósito del arte publicó es a hacer el dinero, enviar u mensaje, contar la historia y a representar las figuras significativas.

Mi mural tiene las imágenes de mí misma sólo. Mi mural tiene un dibujo de mi con mi perro en mis brazos delante de iglesia y collage. El propósito de la imagen de mi y mi perro es que simbolizar mi compromiso a mi comunidad, mi trabajo, y los seres queridos. Soy una estrella excéntrica en mi barrio, y tengo la creatividad de traer. El fondo de mi mural representan los elementos de mi comunidad: la iglesia/religión, la pobreza, las drogas, y esperanza. El sentimiento de no esperanza. Mi mural es dividido en un negro y blanco, y los colores oscuros. El dibujo de mi y mi perro es en negro y blanco porque contrasta bien con el fondo, y no me gusta usar colores cuando en los dibujos.

Mi pieza es arte publicó. Ahora, ¿es mi pieza de arte publicó exitosa? No sé. La mayoría interpretaría mi mural diferentemente. Para mi opinión, mi pieza no debería ofender las demás, ni dañar las otras personas. Yo creo que mi mural es guapo, interesante, original y creativa. Las otras personas admirará mi mural porque mi mural es único. Por otro lado, las imágenes oscuros son únicas en comparación con la mayoría de los murales en la Filadelfía. Algunas gente gustarían mi pintura, otros no gustarían. De lo contrario, mi mural tendría un impacto.

Zucchini Fries

Recipe

4 large zucchini

3 cups grated parmasean cheese

pepper

oregano

3 cups of eggs whites

Olive oil

Preheat oven to 450 degrees, with oiled large non stick pan. Chop zuchinni into thin fry shapes. Dip into egg whites and bread with parmasean, oregano, and pepper mix. Place on pan and bake for 15 minutes, then flip on the other side and bake again until brown and crisp.

Nutrition:

I'd say that the nutrition for this is pretty okay. The zucchini baked itself is low in carbohydrates, only about 5 net carbs per large zucchini. So this meal is safe for diabetics, because it's very low on the glycemic index with a glycemic of 2, meaning it does not raise your blood sugar to a dangerous level. Mostly because half the carbs are fiber. The vitamins in zucchini are leaning towards high levels of copper, maganese, magnesium, vitamin k, vitamin c, potassium, folate, and vitamin A, while it contains some tract of all nutrients. The egg whites that cover the zucchini are high in protein. About 9 grams per cup, and about 1 carb per cup.  It's low in nutrients though, with only potassium and sodium, but a good source of protein. The parmesean cheese is very very high in fat, seeming as it is usually not that aged and because of industrial food processing. 1 cup is about 30 grams of fat, mostly saturated.  It's even higher in protein at a about 40 grams of protein in a cup. Parmesean cheese is primarily calcium, a lot of calcium, and then a little bit of iron and vitamin c. But high amounts of calcium. I used about half a cup of oil for the entire recipe. Which itself is about 108 grams of fat, which is a good mix of monounsaturated, saturated, and polyunsaturated fat. It's purely fat, and a a little bit of potassium

So all in all, this food in about a serving which seems like about a cup for most is about 28 grams of mostly saturated fat,25 grams of protein, and about 5 carbs. You would be eating a very high amount of calcium,  but with other nutrients such as vitamin k, maganese, magnesium etc. all the nutrients from the zucchini this is a pretty healthy snack.

The fat can help your body absorb the nutrients in the zucchini plus the calcium. There can be very reactions to your body eating this food. One fact is that it is baked and therefore some of the nutrients naturally gets lost on the way. Secondly it contains eggs and dairy. The eggs can cause gas, bloating, and allergic reactions to those who are allergic to them. The parmesean cheese doesn't cause me any problems though, considering I am kind of a lactose intolerant. I get lots of acne when I drink milk or consume dairy, but parmesan cheese never effected me.

Also since all of the foods in my recipe are processed industrially, there is always a zap away of most of the nutrients from being absorbable for the body, and most of the nutrients being present in the food.Then the whole zucchinis being full of pesticides and possibly being genetically modified thing that plays in.But the fat combined with the nutrients of the zucchini can make a nutritious meal.

The food is very high in fat and protein, meaning it will keep the eater satisfied after consuming a small portion and give them steady ongoing energy through the day to burn. It's a good snack for anybody of any activity level. And is a great replacement for other unhealthy choices because It tastes like fries, pepperonis, and resembles carby foods like lasagna. So it's a better decision to eat zucchini fries instead of that stromboli, and the cheese pizza, and those potatoes fries, loaded with doe, carbs, and just empty crap your body doesn't need and will leave you starving the next morning. The zucchini fries will not only satisfy your craving for something fast foody, but keep your hunger tame.

Environmental:

None of these products come from sustainable practices. Zucchini are imported from Oregon and sprayed with chemical fertilizers. They come from industrial agricultural which is inherently unsustainable ( deforestation, chemical pollution, importation, fossil fuels etc.). The cows used to produce the milk to create the cheese are factory farmed, loaded with horomones, and living in filth, disease, death, and great pain. The cheese is made on machines by cheesemaking factories, and imported from thousands of miles. Everything on that list is imported. The olive oil from Italy, the zucchini from oregon, the cheese from god knows where, but all of the ingredients come from harmful practices.

Politically/Economically:

The foods themselves aren’t bad, it’s the production, and economy that really make them not even food but imported products. Politically speaking the production/consumption style of these foods say yes to capitalism, and no to traditional ways of attaining food, and more sustainable ones. This meal is brought you by major corporations, and guilds of dudes who like to torture their food in the name of money, production, and takeover. As if we all couldn’t grow our own zucchini, pasture raise cows and culture and age our own cheese, or find our own oils to grind out and make.

This meals cost a lot of lives, land, and ozone that we are rapidly running out of.

Social:

The social is the political. I bought these at a supermarket, from a corporate chain store that exploits it’s workers who sells food products that exploit their workers and their land, and are all about eco-destruction. There was absolutely no social interaction involved in the purchasing of these items. I went to store, browsed through the colorful aisles and located my overpriced items, whose prices are inflated to generate profits for CEO’s and heads of corporations, not the workers, who are paid about 10 bucks an hour at this store. So they check out my items, and I pay the store, and I leave. 

If these items were being produced communally, I would have to talk to actual human beings about the actual foods I want, and make them with actual human beings. Instead, the processes of how the food is grown, imported, processed is all done by machines and their human slaves.

So this food, the way it was made, produced, attained, was pretty anti-social. When I brought it to share with others of course that was social. But the meal itself took a whole lot of antisocial behavior for one social event, which is kind of disturbing.

Reflection:

This unit I haven't learned much about things I didn't already know. Seeing as I just have a broad scientific background in nutrition for a high schooler. I learned about specific diseases and the origins of their names, but nothing truly significant that I wasn't aware of already. I think I learned a lot about GMO and how it effects the environment and it's possible dangers. We covered the Omnivore's Dilemna which is a book I was already aware of, because I had read it's counter book " The Vegetarian Myth" by Lierre Kieth, which I thought made more since. We should've talked about that book, because I think it makes way more sense and incorporates different sides of health debate.

Theres many things I think were wrong in what we learned. Michael Pollan is always pointing towards vegetarianism, but then we talk about how people with traditional diets don't have the flux of civilized diseases that we on a civilized diet get. Traditional diets are most comprised of meat, dairy, and vegetables. Local meat that is. But at the same time we are talking about how meat is bad for you and will give you all these diseases.

Also, the western diet has changed dramatically ever since the FDA proposed that a diet high in saturated fats and meat will kill you, consumption of grain, fruits, vegetables, and non-saturated fats has gone up in the past like 30 years, but heart disease, cancer, diabetes, and other illnesses have also risen or stayed the same. Obesity has just grown,even though we are supposedly eating more like vegetarians. I think we focused on Michael Pollan too much, as if he is the chief of modern day health.  There is a whole bunch of things not being taken into consideration, like modern day medicine and how it effects what foods are pushed and which foods aren't.

Like for example to push cholesterol lowering drugs, there was this belief that having high cholesterol was a bad thing that was introduced in the 20th century, and the FDA had to create a diet that would lead to diseases in which high cholesterol was present. There was just a whole a bunch of useful science in this unit I felt was missing. I lot of perspectives of nutrition and diet that were missing. A whole lot of researchers and authors.

I think are biggest problem with our food system, is our food system itself. Capitalism, and agriculture are inherently harmful to the environment and not that healthy for us. There's evidence that the human brain has shrunk 5% over the last 10,000 years. Humans are shorter, and fatter. This is because of agricultural foods. The human brain could not have grown so big off of plant protein and wheat. Think of all the wheat and plants you'd have to eat to get the protein you can get in just two servings of steak. Like that's a lot of food, a lot of carbs you'd have to consume, and that can be a recipe for weight gain.

I don't think their is any choice I can make to counter the effects of living off of industrial agriculture. I can try to buy foods that aren't as bad as others, but in reality my consumer choice doesn't change the fact that what I bought took a whole lot of pollution, death, and suffering to import. And that I when I dispose of it the chemicals in my food product, and it's packaging will go back into the environment as pollutants.

Me nombre es Kyler Jones, escrita  en el registro en el civil de Filadelfia. Yonacío 5 de Diciembre de 1995. Mis pasatiempas favoritas son escribir, el arte, y la guitarra. Voy ir al Ciencias Leadership Academia, y práctico remar todos las dias. Yo Vivía conmie madre, hermana pequeña, mi perro, mi gato, y mi padre. Ellos dicen yo soy extraño y muy inteligente.

Yo soy agobiada con el deprimente. También yo soy preocupada por futura colegio, y agobiada con SATs y remo. Mi compañeros de clase yo, hablo sobre SATs, la universidades, y el futuro todo el tiempo. Yo trabaja todo las dias, no hora para dormir. Me el ser graciosa es un characteristica se puede ver. A menudo yo hago comentarios de graciosa en la escuela .Yo estoy soltera mujer y contenta a veces. Las demás pensaron yo soy extraña pero muy listo. Mis comentarios en las clases son confundido a muchas las demás. Hay mucha las cosas, muchas las demás sobre no entienden me. Las demás pensaron, que soy mucho extraña, y miedo de mí.  Mi pelo, los brazos, y mi la piel es morena. Mi pelo loco es una characteristica mayor que las personas ver sobre me. Ellos piensan yo soy el fumador de marihuana o que yo soy loco.

En cuanto mis relaciones académicas, mis profesores es bien excepto con Mr. Miles. Mr. Miles es muy sarcástico y molesta a me.  Me llevo mal Ms. Pahomav, no obstante ella es mi profesora no más. Señorita Pamohav es extraña, sin embargo yo quiero como ella. También Srta. Pahomav siempre mirando a me .Ms. Rami es mi nueva amiga. Ella tiene una pasión con la escritura, y India. Su clase es aburrido mucho. Señor Best es ausente siempre pero gracioso. Señor Best es tonto no serioso nada, su clase es no difícil.Me inspira Señor Baird, él es profesor mí favorita. Baird me entienden.

Mis relaciones con me amistades esta bien. Me amiga nueva Katie es interesante. Ella es sola y huraña pero yo entiendo. Me amigas Ayoola, Tyler, y Jameaka son muy chévere.Tyler es tan graciosa como me. Nosotros somos los sagitarios, por qué es somos amigas. Nosotros tenemos la cumpleañera  misma.Además nosotros hablamos en la clase todos las días. Yo apreciado teniendo una amiga como ella, que igual a me. Nosotros entienden la una del otra la mayoría del tiempo. Hay las cosas ella no entienden sobre mi, pero que es no importante.

Yo soy la marginada por mis lpolíticas miradas. Yo soy mucha dedicada a la feminista, y la ambientisma. Yo creo la raíz de evil es el patriarcado. Yo quiero libertad para la planeta, animales y las mujeres. Me molesta mucho por los hombres en mi viva. Los hombres tienen mintió, y acosan me todo las días. Tengo miedo de los hombres a veces. Yo soy amable con los hombres, pero eso no cambiaron ellos. Yo sueño con vivir en pacífico planeta.Al Contrario, no creo va a pasar. Esto es deprimente.Yo valgo mucho la hora de libertad, y mi ideals. Estoy enamorada de buena vida, y la naturaleza. Las demás creo yo soy excéntrica, y no entiendo me. Muchos personas quieren tener el éxito, los dineros, y material valor. No tengo la ambición o a trabajar dificil. También yo tengo depresión, ansiedad, y paranoia. Miedo de no las personas ser entendido, hace que deprimido. Tan de miedo estar sola. Pero yo remo a ayudar con los sentimientos negativos. Yo quiero a ser más artística y creativa. Yo era muy dedicada artista académica.Ahora yo tengo demasiado trabajo.

Por una lado, yo soy segura, por otra lado soy insegura con ella misma.En el futuro, Yo quiero a ser tan madura como todo lo posible. Que es las divertidades para me.  Ahora, yo estoy vendiendo ahí.

Yo soy mujer única, artista, y pensador política. Mi máscara muestra los secretos de mi personalidad. Yo soy mujer culta, quien adora ella misma. Mi máscara es de los demonios por qué demonios hacer mi máscara unas cualidades chévere .Los gatos simbolizan la energía de feminino.La intelligencia, el egoismo, adorar de ella misma, y dormir. En el futuro, quiero ser un gato.

Hay mucha las cosas, muchas las demas sobre no me entienden. Yo soy la marginada para me política las  miradas. Yo soy mucha dedicada a la feminisma, y la ambientisma. La demas pensan, que soy mucho extraña, y miedo de mí. Yo creo la raiz de evil es el patriarcado. Yo quiero libertad para la planeta, animales y las mujeres. 

Me molesta mucho por los hombres en mi viva. Los hombres tienen mintió, y acosan mi todo las días. Tengo miedo de los hombres a veces. Yo soy amable con los hombres, pero eso no cambiaron ellos. Sueño con vivir en pacífico planeta. No creo va a pasar. Esto es deprimente.

Valgo mucho la hora de libertad, y mi ideals. Estoy enamorada de buena vida, y la naturaleza. Las demás creo yo soy excéntrica, yo no entiendo. Mucho personas tienen éxito, los dineros, y material valor. No tengo la ambición o a trabajar dificil.

También , yo tengo depresión, ansiedad, y paranoia. Miedo de no las personas ser entendido, hace que deprimido. Tan de miedo estar sola.

BM- My audio won't upload. My phone is turned off, soo.... I don't know what to do.

1.I notice that I expect everybody going to vote for Obama, because everyone I interview is black. I also noticed that everybody's main concerns or only issues raised was unemployment and better education.

2.I wonder if these people would vote for a republican if he was black?

3. What if Romney wins the state?

I didn't learn jack about systematic and individual change through this. All I do know is that they are two variables. Systematic beings independent, and individual being dependent. The Individual change will not change the system but the system will change the individual.

As I said before, there is no significance of the individual, unless you are a leader. The only real unit capable of changing and sustaining that change is the collective, organized, and multi-ployed group. Individual voting isn't a guaranteed success, and it is definitely not democratic, or a situation when the individual has any control at all. Voting is seen more as a sentimental joke which draws on a false sense of loyalty and security, than it is deciphered as serious effective political activism.

That the self is a constructed mirror of the changing world basically. Your identity is largely a product of the world you interact with and ideas that are brainwashed into your head. The only natural thing we have is our anger and reaction to this socialization. Otherwise are minds are disturbed and abused in many different ways at earlier ages. And in a changing world, the current world, the self is just getting more and more lost into robotism, since the world is not changing positively.

Things are changing for the worst. We don't vote on issues, we vote on representatives. Who don't want to solve the root of those issues, and actually just want to contain and resurface these issues as if we are that stupid.

Crossing boundaries is an assignment where we record interviews of people and their stories who cross societal boundaries. I guess, social, or just anything out of the norm.I learned through this project that people actually take out the time to listen to these things called podasts. I culture of digiphiles i didn't even know existed, that aren't blind. But besides that, I learned that Puerto Rico is considered a third world country.I agree with the comments from my piers, they are absolutely right. My strengths in this project were being able to construct a nicely edited piece, I suppose.

Kyler Jones                                

 I’m drafting an essay for english class when my teacher comes over and gives it a read. It’s supposed to be about my feelings about language and how it relates to me and society. But I end up writting a 2000 word manifesto about society, capitalism, imperialism, and the english language. And what language is and how it changes the World and defines cultures.

“ This is too much, this is a manifesto” says Ms. Pamohov.

 I was honestly surprised at myself, I knew that I went too far, but I didn’t expect it to go so far out of the topic. How did I turn an autobiography into a complete historical dissection of society?

Read anything by me one can’t not hear the terms “civilization” “patriarchy” “society”“objectification” “imperialism”“slavery” “myth” “Economics” “religion” “science” “hypersimplification”“Leftism” “capitalism” “poverty” “conquest”“rape” “nature”“zombies” “disease” “cosmetic”  “superficial” “hierarchy” “indigenous” “lies” “land” and “industrial”.

My language is how I perceive the world, and how I see through the chains and insanity of our society. Everything I see, I attempt or sometimes involuntarily see how it relates to the centralized purposes of distant powers. It all started as soon as I entered highschool. I just started to question everything and see the truth.

When my teacher said language the first thing I could think about was how different types of languages actually alter perceptions of reality, I thought about the Nords taking over Britain and giving the English language swear words, and I just couldn’t help thinking cultural white-washing, and the stupidity of relationships built on pretence.

Now I think about how seriously far attached I am from my peers, and the majority of this society. Most people don’t even truly understand what “civilization” or “science” is. They don’t give a damn about “nature” or “overshoot”. I often get laughter and smirks whenever I read things I journal in history class. I’m not sure if it’s either jealousy, malaise, or misunderstanding. Am I really that alien?

That’s why I rarely talk outside of class, no one to talk to, nothing to talk about to them that won’t leave me saying something that sparks controversy and arguments. Rarely can I go about daily activities without comments or the input of other people, guess it just makes them uncomfortable that they can be wrong and I can be right.

I can’t help to see the reality of traditions fully based on cloth. It would be pointless for me to waste my time trying to censor and numb my thoughts because of what is passively accepted and upheld in the mainstream.

My pier’s vocabulary only ranges from “Homework!”, to “Hipster”, to “OMG!”.  They may talk of every flavor of Snoop Dogg blasts, but they would never talk about how many salmon are sacrificed in the manufacturing of those disgusting beverages, like me.

 They’ll talk about how awesome it is to get baked, I talk about how sad it is that marijuana is the only plant people think is worth saving. They say “iphone 4”, I say technology is not neutral. They say Obama to sound political, but I’ll talk about how he is just another capitalist warhead.

  I’m not sure of whatever power that entitles me, or If I honestly gain anything from accept constant depression when I look humans.

“It goes without saying, then, that language is also a political instrument, means, and proof of power. It is the vivid and crucial key to identify: It reveals the private identity, and connects one with, or divorces one from, the larger, public, or communal identity” In this quote from James Baldwin’s “ If Black English, Isn’t a language, Then Tell Me, What Is?”, I definitely don’t agree the “Black English” is language, but just a variant of English, and I don’t think that language is the crucial key to identity- it is agreeable that language is most definitely a political instrument for me, separating me from public and or common thought and opinion.

I worry about language not on a basis such as what judgments people are going to try to make about me, being that I’m black, or how I was raised, or if I’m a know-it-all. As a political instrument I want to utilize it to the best of my abilities so it can be understood by anyone regardless of how well they know the English language, and I want my words to communicate every passionate rage, every fact, and reality to inspire the cynic and nihilist into actions. To cure the hedonists from his/her naïve ways, and to devastate the perpetually blissful. If I intend to.

11/7/1

I find myself silent, black hoodie up, lying down, arms covered over my eyes blocking the sun, what I see is the grass. The grass. And then-flashback.

 I remember it was summer and this entire mini prairie that I crouch on now was alive with sunflowers, and various tall plants, like lavender. I didn’t know much about plants then (don’t know much about the now),but I knew there was something beautiful about this area that made me subconsciously venture there at my spare time, accompanied with my dog. The grass that I lay on now, was bright green and smooth then, and I always thought, this is here to stay, they-can-not-touch-it. As worn down and small fraction of what’s left of nature, it was still monumental to me, surpassing the awe of any skyscraper or city landscape you could see, To this day it is like a dying paradise. The grass passage way, always polished with dew, and the tall plants diverse with sunflowers, rabbits, spiders, hidden animals of all sorts, buzzing and moving with life. It was easy to get lost, and ignore the suburban wasteland on the other side of the creek.

So my spirit is back to the present now, in the same position, at birds eye view, I look as if I had fallen down and shielding myself from a bomb above. And then the grass I glimpse at, the grass of the now, the entire pathway, scarred by the tracks of construction machines. I’m still shielding myself, but I look away from the gruesome grass, and I try to look up ahead at the rest of the pathway. I always knew the pathway was finite. And at the end was more houses, but this time, the lovely trees that used to shelter the lost animals in it, were moving in the distance. I found this scary at first, for the fact that they were moving, but then I realized that their actually being commanded to move by the construction workers- and I’m scared at that fact even more. I sit up, and something is in my stomach. It’s the deer. The deer I saw a couple of weeks ago, there were so many that time. They were hidden, untouchable. But you saw them prancing so closely all along the half wood. Half wood, I should say nearly wood. And then they just disappeared.

‘ Oh yes I remember the deer, yes they’re shooting them off now because they are so overpopulated and lost out of their natural habitat.’ Said Justine Pierce.

Justine Pierce was a middle class, woman of bold age and bold wrinkles. She works at the Cobbs Creek Environmental Branch in Yeadon. She’s seen the same things I’ve seen. And cried the same tears, when the water department destroyed the land around the creek, last summer.  I met her a last month, those were words she told me.

I watched a documentary a couple days ago called “End-Civ”, I remember a clip where an anonymous Earth First! Member talks about how they mark the trees they will leave during clear cuts. I thought about how those trees were scarred forever, as the WWII Jewish holocaust survivors were scarred for life with tattoos. Clear cuts are a holocaust. The Jews were devoured for profit, and the trees are devoured for profit.

Bears, I hear the sound of bears. Loud grizzly bears screaming, I want them to be bears. But I know they are the sounds of chainsaws and machines. And then there’s the laughter of the big bellied construction workers. They leave their coffee cups, Dunkin Donut wrappers, and gasoline tanks in on the soil. But I know I can’t be angry at them, because I know that they are just trying to make a livin’.I know they need to eat.

I walk to where there was once a beautiful landscape of trees, and I see a broken trashed up grave. And the trees, the trees, all of them piled up, past my head. Then I remember how in war they pile up the dead bodies, without proper burials. The soldiers get proper burials.  I saw only a couple trees left, they were all scarred with the X’s, I saw a black cat run up the trees as my dog Poncho went after it. Then I remember all the animals that make these trees their homes. The nests these trees provide, the oxygen, they shelter the tops soil so that life can grow.

Between the sound of the construction workers laughing as they tore down trees on the other side of creek, the loud industrial roars of the chainsaws, why do I not feel shame. Why do I not feel the tears? I’m afraid to feel, but I’m even more afraid not to. 

If pain is the only thing I can feel, than let me have the most miserable life I can. I don’t see the rationality in destroying your planet in the name of human progress.The earth is a finite resource, in fact it's not a resource it's a living thing. It’s not sanity to kill everything, in the requirements of a technological God? You can’t pay for the air you pollute, the water you blacken, the animals and land that we gobble up and replace with these deserts we call cities. We’re all guilty for when the time comes when we realize that our children can not eat money.

Personal Essay Draft

I trekked through the forest, my heart racing. It had been raining for about three days straight, but now the sun was out, the trees were webbed with dew, creating a green and yellow canopy against the sky above. Little puddles of mud, and grooves of Nike shoes had made their territory in the trail, I avoided them and layed down my own little bootmarks. The creek was glimmering yet hiding below the steep hill that held out the ridge Poncho and I were treading. Across the river the same miniscule selection of Cobbs Creek park conservation along the polluted river vein.

I hear a little voice, a faint weight, my father's words, in my heart: do not go through this trail ever. But as usual, I never listen. Either my own arrogance, I'm a brat, or I just don't give a crap. The path is long, but not too long. Extensive enough to not be able to see the end halfway through. So you never know what's waiting for you there.

Referring to Poncho as subject, not ownership as always, a fairly sized, lean ivory blonde German Shepherd. Dead on arrival usually by every idiot who ever had a wolf hybrid or dog fear. Peacefully paws on in front of me. At this time in my life, I was pretty clueless has to how much of my love enveloped him. We always had this gentle, innocent, brother sister orb of trust and cooperation between us, that people never understood. Ignorant folk will think that he his a savage wolf that will eat their babies and tear their legs apart. Not that wolves are savage creatures at all, it’s just the mere look in their eyes when they see Poncho and I walking by on the parkway, you can definetly tell what they are thinking. German Shepherds are territorial, yet friendly and have a family guardian mentality. In the case of Poncho Buddy Jones, he has a weird fascination for tiny children, and basically anything who’s height is at eye level or smaller than him. I can’t count all the times I was absolutely embarassed and frightened when he would go darting after another dog, or even a little child. I notice he would never ever hurt them, he’d dart and then sniff and treat them gently. It took me a long time to learn to just let him socialize with other dogs, and mammals, because I know I cannot control him. But in this episode, luckily, we weren’t on the parkway, we were in the trails, partly a reason I chose to go this way. Luckily?

We had reached the turning point of the trails, the turning point being the halfway. The halfway, where you can’t look and see all the way forward, and you can’t look and see all the way back. It’s kinda steamy, I look across the other side of the creek, and my heart jolts. I hear a creak, and crepid disturbance in the branches.

SNAP!!

Poncho is unaware sniffing at some mud imprints. I am on full alert. If this was a cartoon my hair would probably be standing up in the air. If I had a tail it would be erect on my back. If I was a cat my claws would be engaging in the soil for dear life, and my back arched and frisked in some middle eastern pose to calibrate the flexibility.

And between the leaves hidden, behind the bushes, almost painted, a white tail cocked on grey hind legs and hips. I flashback. I remember another time where this must have happened before. I know what it is. But I am not sure. I am still scared. My heart is still pulsing,and my shaken instincts telling me to go back, as if to leave the building at the peak of a terremoto.

A few more appear, unfortunately I can only see their backs. The grey hind legs and the white whisping standing tails. I turn around with, yanking gentled yet briskly on poncho’s leash, and we rush back out of the trails and into the park.

I sit here now, and muse over a previous time when this happened. It was about midday, it was past snow, and I was going through the trails from the community center. It was my first time doing this. But I remember seeing the same running hind legs, and I remember running for my life. Petrified, thinking they were wolves.

But they were dear, and merely that. Not wolves, and not dangerous. Harmonious creatures I’d say. And at that day, going back home through the park, I realized I had merely nothing but a shadow of fear created in me, to be fearful of.

       On June 8^th 1949, the English author of the popular novel Animal Farm, George Orwell, published the 326 page book Nineteen-Eighty-Four.  The book was listed as number 13 on the 100 best English-language novels of the 20th century.

Nineteen-Eighy-Four  takes place in the post-capitalist fictional dystopia Oceania, which is supposed to be a model of future Britain  thirty-five year after the book was written.  We find ourselves in a totalitarian, collectivist,  oligarchical state, where state interference is apparent in a very controlling manner, and all popular thoughts, and opinion reign. The story is in first person told by the protagonist Winston Smith, who though works for the central Party’s branch in changing historical records to make sure that propaganda is always true, is actually very critical of Big Brother, the dictator of Oceania,  and is throughout the entire story trying to find his way into a direct action of rebellion.  The conflict of the story, is basically him trying to achieve some sort of independence and revolution in a society where censorship is prevalent, actions and you are constantly being watched. The main conflict in the story is Winston trying to survive, trying not go completely insane in a police state where everything his force fed and authority blankets every inch of land.

My favorite character is of course Winston even though, how he ends up is very much shocking and terrifying.  I can’t honestly say I favor any of the characters, for every character is not very likeable, in fact they are all very bland, and it seems as if some of them don’t even exist.  People should realize that this book  isn’t even about the characters, it’s about looking into a perspective and challenging everything you know. One theme I took away from this book was definetly, revaulating my opinions on authority, government control, economy, and correlating these things to modern day society. Though fictional, I’d say this book, is at the same time a gothic horror and an informative essay. Very beautiful, eloquent, and explosively written.  This book should without a doubt be read more than once, because there is so much to take in, one can possibly not take in everything at once.

This might just be one of the greatest books I’ve ever read and one of the greatest novels of all time. Imagine, the “Catcher in the Rye” but the politically correct version. One strength this book has is demonstrating perspective of the rebel, and thoroughly exemplifying the mentality one who is against the grain. I wouldn’t change anything about the book, I’d only read it again and again and again. It introduces many political themes such as socialism, capitalism, democracy, etc, so additional research should be done so you know about every thick concept the book explores. It may be quite overwhelming because of the intense word usage, so having a dictionary by your side is recommended.

In conclusion, this book should be read by every sort of person, of every range of abilities. Something about it taps into your brain, leaves you shocked, possibly frightened, but eager to learn more.

JOURNAL:3/17/11

Your environment shapes who you are because living in a certain environment can effect how you see the world.The things that you do in that environment, affect how you spend your free time, either it’s too dangerous to go outdoors, making you stay indoors, or your prefer going out in the jungle. What you see outside of your house for me, is what you see in the world. Either it’s a clean suburban slum, or a the gutters of the city, that’s what you have to show for your perspective of the world.

JOURNAL: 3/18/11

I didn’t feel anything when I encountered the word “nigger”. I would’ve been interested if I was in the 5^th grade or something, but no. I don’t really think it means anything, it’s use is to evoke hatred and bad memories, but really when you get over it, it doesn’t affect you. It’s not the best come back, and it’s not even the best insult, people have turned it into something different, making it not really harmful at all anymore.

JOURNAL 3/24/11

 I think Kevin will eventually end up having to adapt to the new world,  or become insane and institutionalized.

JOURNAL: 4/5/11

Some of the expectations put upon me by others are to have good grades, good behavior, look the best, be in tons of extracurricular activities, and be everybody’s favorite. My expectations for myself are to basically  be as secure with my own individuality regardless of what others say and not try to live up to other people’s standards and be content in what I feel is best for me. These expectations are way different because though, I am involved in an extracurricular activity, I’m not excited by most of them,  my expectations are about being at what you think is your personal best, and doing things that give you purpose and meaning and not just being a tool for others.

Individualism is the freedom to do what we want as independent people. People are constantly bombarded into doing things that people in authority want them to do. It's important because if everyone was able to pursue their own goals, then we would have a stronger society as a whole.

Individuality can not work in this society because our structure is controlled by government, money, and law.

Authority plays a role in desensitizing, spreading fear, and brainwashing people into believing that we have the right to terrorize other humans and animals as.Authority infiltrates anything ideologies and standpoints it has on to others, and psychologically molests them of the rights to think for themselves and act on their own will.  You take authority and see how imperialistic it is, and understand that mankind is not free.

Money dehumanizes people, making  them either slaving to a wage, begging in the street, or

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