I gaze upon the luscious doughnut laying there in its box, beckoning me.
How soft and moist a perfect doughnut is the creature I affix into my gaze.
Though you, my doughnut, are only one of twelve, you are the only one for me,
until you have been devoured.
Your texture is soft and comforting,
And your taste is of fresh honey.
Your smell, enthralling,
And as I gaze upon you, a warmth comes over my soul.
Oh doughnut, why doust thine beauty tempt me so?
I am only a man, and therefore cannot understand
The desires of my selfish heart.
But I for one know, you will be eaten by no other.
For a quarrel will be had,
Nary a scoundrel try to steal away my prize.
When I lay up at night,
I oft’ think about what men shall remember in the times to come.
Would your form be as enticing after I have passed,
And dust rests upon my bones?
Would you give yourself to others when they beg and plead,
Or perhaps when they weep?
I fear, O doughnut, that our era
May fell the curtain abruptly.
And we shall depart each going our separate ways
To live on less in memory as time grows further on.
So just one morsel,
While we still exist in body
Your sustenance will not only suffice
But exceed.
Oh doughnut, a moment will come soon,
where you and I will become one in spirit.
Your ethereal form may vanish,
But your memory shall remain forever.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
This image, Copyright of Time Magazine most certainly tells a grim story indeed. U.S. Marine, Sgt. John B. Doe selflessly and heroically gave his dignity for the good of his unit. What you see in the image (warning: graphic) are his final moments of ever being taken seriously.
It started at 0400 hours when Sgt. Doe slept in only to wake up to find his unit had gone on a 12 mile training run. In a frenzy, he chased after them, recklessly knocking over some of his squad mates’ equipment in the barracks. This was the start of what would become a very difficult day.
He approached the tail end of the unit about an hour later and filled in to rank, but the Lt. was not easily fooled. He had known all along that someone was slacking. However, he kept this information to himself and instead of berating Sgt. Doe, he just picked up the pace.
A mile later Sgt. Doe started getting sluggish, and tripped up the marine to his front, a quarrel broke out, and the Lt. settled it by making everyone do 300 press ups. The fatigue started hitting everyone hard. By the time they were done with all the press ups none of the soldiers could hardly breathe, but the Lt. pressed on even harder.
Staggering and weary the group finally made it back to base. Some of the soldiers thought they could rest, but they were mistaken. The Lt. immediately had them start doing partner squats till they couldn’t feel their legs. After that, the entire squad was subjected to an array of humiliating exercises designed to break their spirit and cause them to turn on one another.
A base camera caught some of these on tape:
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The soldier you see in that last video was none other than Sgt. Doe. After that ordeal he thought it was over, but the Lt. had other ideas. He was still perturbed at Lt. Doe making the other soldiers laugh so he devised one final challenge.
“Which one of you soldiers will volunteer to eat this scorpion? If no one steps up the entire squad will perform today’s training twice tomorrow. The person who volunteers will have to hold the scorpion in his mouth while giving me 100 press ups, and afterward he must chew and swallow.”
Doe, feeling guilty, volunteered. The details of the act are too gruesome to describe in words, but the picture is worth a thousand of them. His heroic actions means he will never be taken seriously again, but his honor will live on in the hearts and minds of those he served with.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
It started at 0400 hours when Sgt. Doe slept in only to wake up to find his unit had gone on a 12 mile training run. In a frenzy, he chased after them, recklessly knocking over some of his squad mates’ equipment in the barracks. This was the start of what would become a very difficult day.
He approached the tail end of the unit about an hour later and filled in to rank, but the Lt. was not easily fooled. He had known all along that someone was slacking. However, he kept this information to himself and instead of berating Sgt. Doe, he just picked up the pace.
A mile later Sgt. Doe started getting sluggish, and tripped up the marine to his front, a quarrel broke out, and the Lt. settled it by making everyone do 300 press ups. The fatigue started hitting everyone hard. By the time they were done with all the press ups none of the soldiers could hardly breathe, but the Lt. pressed on even harder.
Staggering and weary the group finally made it back to base. Some of the soldiers thought they could rest, but they were mistaken. The Lt. immediately had them start doing partner squats till they couldn’t feel their legs. After that, the entire squad was subjected to an array of humiliating exercises designed to break their spirit and cause them to turn on one another.
A base camera caught some of these on tape:
Link
Link
Link
The soldier you see in that last video was none other than Sgt. Doe. After that ordeal he thought it was over, but the Lt. had other ideas. He was still perturbed at Lt. Doe making the other soldiers laugh so he devised one final challenge.
“Which one of you soldiers will volunteer to eat this scorpion? If no one steps up the entire squad will perform today’s training twice tomorrow. The person who volunteers will have to hold the scorpion in his mouth while giving me 100 press ups, and afterward he must chew and swallow.”
Doe, feeling guilty, volunteered. The details of the act are too gruesome to describe in words, but the picture is worth a thousand of them. His heroic actions means he will never be taken seriously again, but his honor will live on in the hearts and minds of those he served with.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
So I have been finding myself delving back into many of my old hobbies, most notably: music composition, and card magic. In the time that I'm not working on assignments or playing video games I find myself with nothing much to do, so I open my second drawer down to find an old pack of cards I'd left there for a rainy day. I open them up and pull out the 56 cards inside, discard the arbitrary cards and start to get a feel back for handling the deck. Each card still has a finish like it just came out of the box for the first time, and as I fan them out each card separates just as much as the one before it.
I start to run through all my basic techniques like my false shuffles, false cuts, jogs, breaks, and passes. I play around with all my sleights and flourishes and try to get back the feel for all the techniques I used to be able to perform flawlessly. Magic is both a science and an art. You must know the method for each move, but just knowing the method is never enough. You must also be able to use charisma and misdirection in subtle but powerful ways to guide your audience to the full effect of the trick.
As a musician I have 7 years of formal music training and I am capable of playing a variety of brass and percussion instruments, but obviously I don’t have a small band set up in my dorm, so all my music these days is done digitally on a program called FL Studio. This program allows me to control each step of the process with individual riffs on single instruments and combine them into rhythms, and then I can further add and subtract segments from my leads, basses, and drum kits to fit the style I’m going for. Furthermore, I can link my sounds to channels and set effects in those channels, so whenever I need a bass boost, or equalizer I can add one to the individual sound or group of sounds.
College has been interesting thus far, and I find it strange that in such new circumstances I start reverting back into some old habits and interests. I guess it could be a coping mechanism to the increased stress that is present in the new environment, but no matter what it is I am enjoying re-exploring these activities as if for the first time.
I start to run through all my basic techniques like my false shuffles, false cuts, jogs, breaks, and passes. I play around with all my sleights and flourishes and try to get back the feel for all the techniques I used to be able to perform flawlessly. Magic is both a science and an art. You must know the method for each move, but just knowing the method is never enough. You must also be able to use charisma and misdirection in subtle but powerful ways to guide your audience to the full effect of the trick.
As a musician I have 7 years of formal music training and I am capable of playing a variety of brass and percussion instruments, but obviously I don’t have a small band set up in my dorm, so all my music these days is done digitally on a program called FL Studio. This program allows me to control each step of the process with individual riffs on single instruments and combine them into rhythms, and then I can further add and subtract segments from my leads, basses, and drum kits to fit the style I’m going for. Furthermore, I can link my sounds to channels and set effects in those channels, so whenever I need a bass boost, or equalizer I can add one to the individual sound or group of sounds.
College has been interesting thus far, and I find it strange that in such new circumstances I start reverting back into some old habits and interests. I guess it could be a coping mechanism to the increased stress that is present in the new environment, but no matter what it is I am enjoying re-exploring these activities as if for the first time.
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