Friday, February 18, 2011

I would be freezing on a snow-covered mountain!

Two nights ago I watched the third episode of The Twilight Saga. Of the three, this one, Eclipse, was my favorite because it detailed how the members of the vampire clan and werewolf clan became vampires and werewolves. I gave it four stars out of five. It was the first of the three that didn't bore me.

I know. Why would I continue watching a saga after the first two boring episodes? Well...because it's a romantic saga filled with vampires. And two, I am a sucker for romantic endings.

If a romantic saga had been written about zombies, I'd probably watch it, too. Although, zombie romance just might be deliriously maddening.

I digress. Back to the point of the movie that has made me laugh for two days. If you haven't seen the movie, then...leave.

Characters: Bella, human; Jacob, werewolf-teen; Edward, vampire.

Setting: A snow-covered mountain in the middle of a nowhere forest in the state of Washington.

Reason: To protect Bella from the ruthless and powerful red-headed vampire seeking revenge for the death of her vampire mate in the last episode.

Alliance: The werewolf clan and vampire clan have an alliance in order to keep Bella alive, as well as to stop the serial killings which are being committed by the newborn vampire clan.

Newborn Vampires: Vampires which have recently become vampires.

Laughable Scene #1:
Inside an ultra-thin tent, Bella, fully clothed and wearing a jacket uncontrollably shivers inside her sleeping bag. Jacob, the werewolf-teen, is shirtless. Edward, dead and cold-bodied, doesn't feel the cold. Jacob offers his warm body for Bella to press up against, while Edward looks on.

Laughable Scene #2:
In the morning, Bella, fully clothed and wearing a hoodie to keep her warm as she runs to and from werewolf-teen and the vampire trying to sort her feelings for both. Jacob is still shirtless, and Edward, well, he's still Edward, and the mountain is still covered with snow. The sun, not hot enough to melt the snow, is shining.

Why wasn't Jacob shivering in the cold? Why wasn't Bella freezing the next morning with just her hoodie? Why is Edward still Edward?

So, since, I've written out the post, it doesn't seem so funny anymore. I've answered my question of why Jacob was shirtless. Well...because he's a hot-blooded werewolf who could engage in battle in a moment's notice. Bella wasn't shivering the next morning because it was the director's judgement to not cover up hotness with a bulky coat. Why is Edward still Edward? It was a balancing question. I didn't really have a question about Edward and I don't really have an answer. Ho hum.

But still...I know, I've stopped laughing. I guess writing it down on a computer does bring the bits together.

Next Blog Post: Can Vampires Really Have Sex!? Now, there's a question I'd like to ask Edward.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

My Response to the "Technology and the Lost Art of Research"

In response to an article I read: Technology and the Lost Art of Research by Benjamin Daniel

When I attended Bellevue University for my Master’s of Public Administration, the instructors stressed plagiarism so much, that I was terrified of making even the tiniest plagiarism mistake. Digging myself out of a discredited hole for the next 10 years was not an activity I wanted to do just so I could get a good grade on a paper.

Striking the fear of terror of plagiarism and its’ consequences needs to be done by the teachers and the universities. If more and more students are being caught at plagiarism, then the teachers and the universities have failed to stress the consequences of plagiarism.

However, all the blame can’t be put upon the teachers. Students aren’t babies, and by this time in their lives, they ought to know right from illegal.

I don’t agree with you about the researchless research point of view. Yes, I slogged through the internet’s mountains of information. Knowing when to stop gathering information is critical to learn and this comes with internet research experience as well as the guidance from the teacher.

I learned how to critically think, as I didn’t have the ability to do so when I entered the program. My instructor, one of the best teachers I have ever had, pointed this out to me, and with her help and my mother’s help, I learned. I also learned how to do footnotes of citations for books as well as the for the internet. Who taught me all that I know from graduate school? My teachers.

Therefore, if plagiarism has gotten out of hand at the universities, then the fault lies first with the teachers and second with the students.

The internet is only a tool just like the Dewey Decimal System

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Rape Affects the Family

Women carry and expel life from their bodies. Men help to create the life, but they do not carry the life nor do they expel life from their bodies. Both men and women can give life to their ideas and bring them to life in the world.  Men desire to have control over a woman's right to carry and expel life from her body. Men barely have control over their own sexual bodies and minds, how can they expect to control a woman's body. Men can not and nor should they ever have control over any woman's body, be that sexually or reproductively.

Incest is an insidious sickness. Incest affects not only the daughter, but also, the family for a lifetime. When a daughter is raped by her father or other male family member she carries these wounds with her for the rest of her life. If she marries, she carries these wounds into her own family. When a woman is raped she too carries the wounds for the rest of her life. The rape of a woman affects not only the woman but her family, as well, for a lifetime.

The GOP states they are for the family. Yet, for decades their votes have been against the family. For decades their votes have been against the welfare of children. Now, the GOP has once again focused their attention on the reproductive function of the woman's body. Step by step, the GOP seeks to deconstruct a woman's right to an abortion.

A new bill created by Chris Smith states that a woman can only have an abortion if she is forcibly raped. She can not have an abortion if she is raped by her father or other male family member. She can not have an abortion if she is coerced into the act of rape. If the daughter is 13 and becomes pregnant by her 22 year old boyfriend, then she can not have an abortion. This is what this new bill means.

Rape is a lack of consent no matter how old the daughter or woman is. Rape affects the family. Please sign the petition http://pol.moveon.org/smithbill/?id=25961-5204986-SlNDi.x&t=2 .

Monday, January 31, 2011

Five-foot Snowdrift

So, I get this second blog to write about other thoughts besides fashion and art. And the only things I can focus on with this blog is weird stuff like poltergeists, and large men barreling through five-foot snowdrifts just to get me.

Now, it's freezing here in Nebraska with the wind blowing the snow. Although it seems to have petered out, I've got a shovel in the back seat, just in case I slam into a snowbank and get stuck. Twice last week,  I came around the bend in the road and slid into the snowbank. I didn't get stuck on those days, but I did get a flat tire the second time.

I digress. My self-talk to my imaginative self is that since it is freezing with wind blowing snow, large men don't make a habit of barreling through snowdrifts, let alone, barreling through one, just to get me. And besides if they did, by the time they barreled through the snowdrift, they would be too cold to do mischief except to say a few choice words if they could move their mouth to form a choice word.

At which time, I would have enough time to notice the abominable snowman saying argh, jump into my car and spin my tires on the icy parking and drive away.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

My Poltergeist

I have a poltergeist who follows me from office to office. Aren't poltergeists some portion of yourself, like a split personality vying for your attention? Well, that is what my poltergeist is. She comes from a vortex from another dimension. Which dimension, I do not know, maybe she is from a mental dimension. She tries to be controlling, the little bugger. Go here, go there, no, don't go there, go eat. Oh for God's sake, go eat, I'm hungry. Go outside. No, don't go outside. And, on and on she goes.

My poltergeist can grab my attention by tripping the door lock. I cock an ear in the direction of the door. Sometimes, I turn my head. Once in awhile, I will get up and check the window or the door to make sure she has not shape shifted into a large man bent on creepy things.

So tonight, in order to stop her vie for attention, I told her I would record her, since I do have this at my disposal. I have not heard the lock trip in a couple of hours.

I wonder if she will break my tape recorder when I have left. No, she will follow me to the next office, since she is me and I am she.