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Quick Writes from previous journal
13 years ago
Ghosts, idea from Dynadod
In an abandoned mansion floorboards creak and windows shudder in their frames. Shadows dance across the floor as clouds skirt across the face of the moon, filtering through the frost on the glass. The air is cold and still, and a slight mist creeps over the floor in wispy tendrils. Cobwebs dangle from the ceiling and chandeliers and flutter softly as if there were a faint breeze floating through the corridors. The pipes groan and protest as ice sneaks between their joints freezing the rust colored water within. The house moans as the winter winds buffet its wooden skeleton. I open my eyes as a door opens far my bedroom overlooking the front yard. I slide off the tattered remains of a bed and glide through the halls. The mist gathers behind me like a cloak in the wind and dances through the air. Ancient cobwebs stiffen as I pass through them, freezing solid and some breaking off in the stiff breeze that follows my passing.
As I descend to the ground floor, the door stands ajar clinging weakly to its corroded hinges. Snowflakes drift lazily into the house and land softly on the moth-eaten rug. A pair of paw prints are faintly pressed into the layers of dust on the floor leading deeper into the house. I follow them slowly, listening for the telltale sounds of life that I hadn't heard in years. The door slowly creaks closed with a faint click and a hush falls over the frozen halls. I float slowly into the kitchen, the counters covered in dust and the moonlight reflects off the tiles. Huddled in a corner lies a very still frame. The faint sighs of mist still flow from the dog's nose and hang in the air. One of it's ears prick up as I enter the room and it weakly raises its head to the doorway. Its tail softly thumps once on the linoleum sending up a cloud of dust. I sit down across from it and watch as its breathing slows and the soft beating of its heart becomes fainter. I reach out with a spectral hand and place it on the soft fur. I feel the warmth of its body fade away as the dog breathes one last long sigh and lies still.
Hurricanes, idea from Dynadod
Hurricanes are a deadly force of nature that leave paths of destruction in their wake, but few people appreciate them for their beauty. Yes a hurricane can be intimidating because of its sheer size and power, but that is also the beauty of it. When a hurricane can be seen from orbit it can cover entire states with its clouds. It looks almost like a miniature galaxy, with the hole at its center and all the clusters of stars and planets all spinning around it. It's a shame that something so beautiful can be so destructive, but beauty seems to also mean deadly in nature. When a hurricane finally reaches land it brings with it destruction and chaos. Even though after it passes many are homeless there is a strange peace that can be seen in many pictures taken of the collapsed buildings and flooded streets. In a way a hurricane symbolizes the frailty of humans. We erect towers hundreds of feet into the air and boast about impenetrable fortresses. A hurricane descends on them and all of it is gone in an instant.
Hats, also from Dynadod
Why do we wear hats? The functionality of a hat has evolved over the years, but what nonsense have we turned the hat into today? The sheer chaos of a Lady GaGa outfit can make you wonder if hats only serve as a fashion accessory these days. Years ago they were a symbol of status and it seemed that the condition of your bowler hat could be an easy read of your wealth. Today it seems that they can still symbolize wealth, but what is the point of wearing a hat that is at least three times larger than your head and slightly heavier? To look good? Well it certainly is a 'look' for some people, but not a look of a sane human being. What is interesting about hat culture these days is also how someone wears their hat. Young people seem to want to wear their hats in any direction except for straight forward. Their hats are covered in logos, stickers and fancy designs. They flip them inside out, turn them over and twist them ninety degrees to the side and somehow that is 'a good look'. We as a country must bring back the classic hat, keep it simple and keep it functional.
Being a Good Person, a FaceBook friend
What does it mean to be a good person? Doing the right thing occasionally? Donating money to all kinds of causes? Does that really make someone 'good'? What do we truly know about a person on a deeper level that makes them good or bad. Is it something that can be measured? What makes someone good as opposed to bad? Where do we make the concrete distinctions between good and bad? If someone has to commit a crime in order to survive, does it really make them a bad person? Perhaps in the eyes of society...
We are bombarded with images on the news that reinforce views that have been hardwired into our brains, practically since day one. Our society projects images of people who must be avoided and at a young age children learn by categorizing things. If a child sees an image of a scary looking minority on screen with the back-story of a robbery that image will be implanted in their brain and will be constantly thought of when they interact with someone of similar descent. Until that image is contradicted that child will always have it in their memory. Our morals are constantly changing in today's culture. One minute it is perfectly accepted to ostracize someone then soon after it's a completely different standard of behavior.
The Holidays, a Facebook friend
Christmas is a time for great celebration and family time, but it seems like that vision is starting to fade. Today Christmas is dominated with advertisements for toys, jewelry and just about anything. All of the ads set to remixes of old holiday tunes for the modern age. As we become more engrossed in technology we lose sight of the meaning behind ideas. Christmas for example was a religious holiday where gifts would be exchanged in good faith to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Now, Christmas has turned into a materialistic holiday, dead set on saving our economy. Think about how much money is spent on trees, presents, wrapping paper, and decorations every year. Why do we need so much to celebrate the birth of a religious icon from over two thousand years ago? Our nation seems to revolve around these special holidays, taking advantage of an idea or symbol to turn a profit. The Christmas and holiday spirit nowadays is centered almost entirely around buying vast amounts of goods and distributing them to loved ones. The idea behind the giving of gifts to loved ones is a wonderful idea, but does it really matter when it has become so marketed? To me it looks like marketing has taken away the essence of the holidays and left a husk of what there was before.
Working on more as I copy and paste things :P
In an abandoned mansion floorboards creak and windows shudder in their frames. Shadows dance across the floor as clouds skirt across the face of the moon, filtering through the frost on the glass. The air is cold and still, and a slight mist creeps over the floor in wispy tendrils. Cobwebs dangle from the ceiling and chandeliers and flutter softly as if there were a faint breeze floating through the corridors. The pipes groan and protest as ice sneaks between their joints freezing the rust colored water within. The house moans as the winter winds buffet its wooden skeleton. I open my eyes as a door opens far my bedroom overlooking the front yard. I slide off the tattered remains of a bed and glide through the halls. The mist gathers behind me like a cloak in the wind and dances through the air. Ancient cobwebs stiffen as I pass through them, freezing solid and some breaking off in the stiff breeze that follows my passing.
As I descend to the ground floor, the door stands ajar clinging weakly to its corroded hinges. Snowflakes drift lazily into the house and land softly on the moth-eaten rug. A pair of paw prints are faintly pressed into the layers of dust on the floor leading deeper into the house. I follow them slowly, listening for the telltale sounds of life that I hadn't heard in years. The door slowly creaks closed with a faint click and a hush falls over the frozen halls. I float slowly into the kitchen, the counters covered in dust and the moonlight reflects off the tiles. Huddled in a corner lies a very still frame. The faint sighs of mist still flow from the dog's nose and hang in the air. One of it's ears prick up as I enter the room and it weakly raises its head to the doorway. Its tail softly thumps once on the linoleum sending up a cloud of dust. I sit down across from it and watch as its breathing slows and the soft beating of its heart becomes fainter. I reach out with a spectral hand and place it on the soft fur. I feel the warmth of its body fade away as the dog breathes one last long sigh and lies still.
Hurricanes, idea from Dynadod
Hurricanes are a deadly force of nature that leave paths of destruction in their wake, but few people appreciate them for their beauty. Yes a hurricane can be intimidating because of its sheer size and power, but that is also the beauty of it. When a hurricane can be seen from orbit it can cover entire states with its clouds. It looks almost like a miniature galaxy, with the hole at its center and all the clusters of stars and planets all spinning around it. It's a shame that something so beautiful can be so destructive, but beauty seems to also mean deadly in nature. When a hurricane finally reaches land it brings with it destruction and chaos. Even though after it passes many are homeless there is a strange peace that can be seen in many pictures taken of the collapsed buildings and flooded streets. In a way a hurricane symbolizes the frailty of humans. We erect towers hundreds of feet into the air and boast about impenetrable fortresses. A hurricane descends on them and all of it is gone in an instant.
Hats, also from Dynadod
Why do we wear hats? The functionality of a hat has evolved over the years, but what nonsense have we turned the hat into today? The sheer chaos of a Lady GaGa outfit can make you wonder if hats only serve as a fashion accessory these days. Years ago they were a symbol of status and it seemed that the condition of your bowler hat could be an easy read of your wealth. Today it seems that they can still symbolize wealth, but what is the point of wearing a hat that is at least three times larger than your head and slightly heavier? To look good? Well it certainly is a 'look' for some people, but not a look of a sane human being. What is interesting about hat culture these days is also how someone wears their hat. Young people seem to want to wear their hats in any direction except for straight forward. Their hats are covered in logos, stickers and fancy designs. They flip them inside out, turn them over and twist them ninety degrees to the side and somehow that is 'a good look'. We as a country must bring back the classic hat, keep it simple and keep it functional.
Being a Good Person, a FaceBook friend
What does it mean to be a good person? Doing the right thing occasionally? Donating money to all kinds of causes? Does that really make someone 'good'? What do we truly know about a person on a deeper level that makes them good or bad. Is it something that can be measured? What makes someone good as opposed to bad? Where do we make the concrete distinctions between good and bad? If someone has to commit a crime in order to survive, does it really make them a bad person? Perhaps in the eyes of society...
We are bombarded with images on the news that reinforce views that have been hardwired into our brains, practically since day one. Our society projects images of people who must be avoided and at a young age children learn by categorizing things. If a child sees an image of a scary looking minority on screen with the back-story of a robbery that image will be implanted in their brain and will be constantly thought of when they interact with someone of similar descent. Until that image is contradicted that child will always have it in their memory. Our morals are constantly changing in today's culture. One minute it is perfectly accepted to ostracize someone then soon after it's a completely different standard of behavior.
The Holidays, a Facebook friend
Christmas is a time for great celebration and family time, but it seems like that vision is starting to fade. Today Christmas is dominated with advertisements for toys, jewelry and just about anything. All of the ads set to remixes of old holiday tunes for the modern age. As we become more engrossed in technology we lose sight of the meaning behind ideas. Christmas for example was a religious holiday where gifts would be exchanged in good faith to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Now, Christmas has turned into a materialistic holiday, dead set on saving our economy. Think about how much money is spent on trees, presents, wrapping paper, and decorations every year. Why do we need so much to celebrate the birth of a religious icon from over two thousand years ago? Our nation seems to revolve around these special holidays, taking advantage of an idea or symbol to turn a profit. The Christmas and holiday spirit nowadays is centered almost entirely around buying vast amounts of goods and distributing them to loved ones. The idea behind the giving of gifts to loved ones is a wonderful idea, but does it really matter when it has become so marketed? To me it looks like marketing has taken away the essence of the holidays and left a husk of what there was before.
Working on more as I copy and paste things :P
