DingDing, Let's Get it On

In this photo, you can see two gorillas, lunging at one another in order to kill. Or at least it seems that is their intention. It is easy to tell that these gorillas are Silver-backs because of their silver backs. The gorilla on the left has his mouth as wide open as his jaw will allow, and it can be assumed that the gorilla on the right is doing the same. Both gorillas have raised an arm with the intention of punching or scratching their opponent, much like a human would. This seems to be the nature of their being. I imagine that the whole point of this debacle is to assert male dominance, because isn't that the reason we all fight? All I know is that the gorilla on the left is much larger than the one on the right, and I think that the one on the right is in for a real beating. It will be impossible for him to assert his male dominance after being broken by the Alpha male.

This is not very similar, but one time at a MHS football game, this year, I turned around and slapped Johnny is the face. I cannot remember why, but it was for no reason pretty much. He, i guess to assert male dominance, maybe just because..., slapped me back, and so we started slapping each other, back and forth, getting harder and harder. We each took about three or four turns and then I let him have the last hit. I don't know how it happened, but each of us released stress and shook it off. It was so odd.

I don't know, this photo reminded me of that. But if it were Drew Harris that was behind me, I would not have slapped him, because....

Drew Harris is my Hero.

-B

Poetry

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The Constant Lover by Sir John Suckling










Suckling’s poem describes a man, who after only three days, is in love with a woman whom he had just met. He describes how she is so beautiful and has such a pretty face that without it, he would have several partners other than her. He says that time will tell that he truly loves this girl, and he will prove to be a ‘constant lover.’ The only repetition in the poem is the phrase “constant lover.” This represents the man trying to show that this thing he feels is not just a fluke. He is in it for the long haul. He has only known her three days, but he is trying to tell her that he knows. The rhyme scheme in this poem is a-b-c-b, and it has that pattern throughout, although not rhyming with the first stanza. Just the pattern of a line, another line, a line, and then a fourth line that rhymes with the second. The tone of this poem is excited. The man is not writing the poem to the lady he is love with, but rather just a poem describing his love with someone he knows. He has to tell someone. There is a metaphor about time and the molting of wings. This represents the time it takes to shed a bird’s wings. There is alliteration in line 7 describing the “whole wide world.” This is a form of hyperbole, as he says the whole world. Clearly this is an exaggeration. He claims he can discover the whole world while still remaining in love with this woman. The shift in the poem is at the end of the second stanza. This is where Suckling goes from talking about the time that he loves her and how long he will love her, to talking about how if she wasn’t pretty he would find other women.

Drew Harris is my Hero.

-B

Stained, but the good kind

Stained glass is one of the most beautiful forms of art since the medieval era. For the most part, stained glass was used for religious purposes and placed in churches. The sun would shine during services and the beautiful colors would shine through the window onto the congregation. These works of art are very popular and are still used today.

This picture is a beautiful design of what looks like a sun, but has many other shapes inside of it. It looks like there is the face of an owl in the center, and has alternating colors going around the circle. I think that this piece could be in a church, but from the picture there is no way of telling.

I have a strong appreciation for stained glass. Last year, I took the class at MHS taught by Larry Austin, and no we are not related. Id say it is the best art class at school. I made some pieces that I am truly proud of and have hanging up around the house. It is a great class and more should take it.

I like art, but I am not that good at it. I wish I was, but I am not. I feel like I have good ideas, but I cannot put them on paper. Now Drew has great ideas, but i don't know, I think he has the same trouble I have. But this 'problem' did not affect me in Stained Glass. So maybe, if you can't draw or paint or sculpt, glass is the class for your @$$ (bleeped out).

God, I really hope Drew can read this before the end of senior year is over. He's gotta take the class. I look out for him because he is my hero.

Drew Harris is my hero.

-B

Love is All You Need, Love is All You Need (echoed)

It was a long time ago. I think I might have been twelve years old. But I was in Indianapolis at a swim meet, and it was early February. I always remember because I would always be driving back from this meet in Indy at the start of the Superbowl, and only make it for the second half.

But one year, it was different. It was strangely warm, but this canal, that is in the picture that runs through downtown Indy, was still frozen over with still very thick ice. So a couple of friends and I naturally went out to play on the ice, throw rocks at it from the bridge in the picture, and just have fun. The building on the right was the hotel we stayed in. We had a blast.

But being February, and Valentine's Day coming up, love was in the air. I was running toward the bridge when I saw a man and woman standing in the very center of it. She looked bashful, almost like one of the Seven Dwarfs, red in the face, nervously looking at the ground. She was holding a bouquet of flowers that her man, the man next to her I assumed, had gotten for her. It was about noon on Superbowl Sunday, and it was then that I said he was going to propose to her. They were in the center of the bridge, with a beautiful city around them still sleeping, a comfortably warm February day, she was holding flowers and he was standing close to her. It seemed almost too perfect, like that of a movie.

I leaned over to my buddy Trey Van Dyke, who now lives in Texas and attends Texas A and M, and I said, "dude, he is gonna propose." Trey looked at me weird and ran back into the hotel, but I just stood there, glued to the cement. I couldn't leave. What if I was right?

It seemed like minutes for me, must have felt like hours for the man, but was only seconds in real life, and he slowly got down on his right knee, hand in hand, and asked his woman to marry him. I guess she said yes, because soon after, the man jumped up and they embraced like never before. They even began to kiss each other, which was weird for me, considering I don't think they knew I was there. So I pointed to the guy, as if to say "you are the man" and I ran back into the hotel. What a sight.

Valentine's Day is a loving one. I will surely show my loved one's what it's all about, especially my hero.

Drew Harris is My Hero.

-B

"I'm Hungry..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bfx7izBNHeI

This clip above shows clips from an episode of the hit television series, Seinfeld. In this episode, George tries to tell his girlfriend that he loves her.

This episode is poking fun at modern society and their fears of commitment, love, and settling down. Relationships tend to end because of one person or the other and their fears of committing to someone else. So when George conquers that fear, he hits another road block, she doesn't feel exactly the same way.

Modern society uses the word love in everyday language, such as "I love pizza" or "I love that new shirt you are wearing," but when it really counts, it is hard to get past the teeth.

We are afraid to say "I love you" because we are afraid of what it will do to relationships. Commitment is a fear just like a fear of heights or rats. And unfortunately, everyone is too selfish to commit anyway. We are scared of what another person would do to add 'clutter' to our lives.

Love these days has a very negative connotation. When you love someone, you do things for them, right?

Doing things = Work. Work is bad.

Sorry, but love songs don't make young ones 'oooo' and 'ahhh' like they used to.

Drew Harris = My Hero.

-Baustin

White Stripes, Gray Day...

I have said this before and I will say it again: I love Jack White.

Jack white, for the past fourteen years has been the lead guitarist and singer for the band the White Stripes. The band was formed by him and his wife in 1997, and they split sometime after, but kept the band together. They have released six studio albums, one live album, a documentary, a box set (complete with White Stripes record player), and several bits of memorabilia over the years. But on February 2nd, 2011, they shocked the world forever, or at least shocked my world forever.

On their website, they released a statement that said that their band was going to discontinue their coalition and that they we not going to make music together as the White Stripes.

For years the White stripes has been one of my favorite bands. They were the first band I saw in concert. Jack was so talented up on stage. When I saw him, he played guitar of course, but also piano, marimbas, mandolin, bass guitar, and sang. He amazed me. He was one of the best guitarists I had ever heard. Since the White Stripes, Jack has joined a few other bands, The Raconteurs and the Dead Weather, where he played guitar and drums respectively. He was also hired to write and perform the new James Bond theme song with Alicia Keys.

I knew that the band would break up eventually, but not yet. My most recent post about the White Stripes has a compelling argument to make one to believe that they were recording another album. How could I have been so wrong? February 2nd was definitely a sad day in history.

Jack, shown above, is shredding. He loves playing guitars that don't necessarily sound great, or are sort of broken, so that when he gets the guitar to play what he is thinking, he, in a way, conquers the guitar. He is wearing all red (one of the band's trademarks, to only wear the colors red, white, and black) and is playing a guitar that he got as payment for helping a friend move in a refrigerator to a thrift store. His black, gross hair is falling over his face as he is wincing and peering down at his wondrous instrument. The microphone has red and white cables covering it like a candy cane.

You know you can always depend on your heroes, that's why Jack White isn't, and Drew Harris IS my hero.

-B