Obviously since im pissed im on the half that wasnt invited.
What the hell, i thought i was the favorite!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Family Vacation?
Ok im fucking pissed. Im surprised i can form compete sentences. I dont understand how only half the kids in my family are invited on the family vacation.
Fucking Blogs
I really wish I could delete my previous blogs. However, they were for school and I'm afraid I might need them for some reason.
Just wanted to explain the crazy ass blogs that follow this.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Individual Blog Post #5
I remember a time without myspace, without blogposts, with email even. I had to do my research in books, go down to the library. I had to call my friends to keep in touch with them.
Today things are different. Social media has taken over our lives. It is almost impossible to do anything without it. Business rely on social media in order to run. This semester I went to the PRSSA regional conference and every speaker their emphasized the necessity for social media.
Companies can keep track of their image, figure what people like about them, stay connected with clients as well as competitors. Through blogs and online reviews companies can figure out what people like, hate and wish they could change about their company. And this can all happen in an instant.
It is almost impossible to maintain relationships these days without social media. Instead of talking over coffee about the latest, you can just blog about it so your friends can read it at their leisure. Instead of calling up a friend to tell them you miss them, you can send them a facebook comment.
Social media definitely has its advantages, but it is making us too lazy to have a real social life? Don't get lost in the blogsphere!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Individual Blog Post #4
Eliot Spitzer’s call girl, Ashley Alexandra Dupre is suing the founder of Girls Gone Wild according to CNN.com.
Dupre said that she was vacationing in Miami when she was approached by agents and Joe Francis, founder of Girls Gone Wild, and offered her alcoholic drinks.
Dupre said while she was intoxicated she was persuaded to expose herself. While still intoxicated she was asked to sign a release form. Her legal council stated that Dupre was only 17 when she signed the contract and not legally competent to enter a contract.
A Girls Gone Wild star at the age of 17 and now a high-priced call girl that’s getting governor’s to cheat and resign, I can only hope Dupre continues to become more and more successful.
Dupre said that she was vacationing in Miami when she was approached by agents and Joe Francis, founder of Girls Gone Wild, and offered her alcoholic drinks.
Dupre said while she was intoxicated she was persuaded to expose herself. While still intoxicated she was asked to sign a release form. Her legal council stated that Dupre was only 17 when she signed the contract and not legally competent to enter a contract.
A Girls Gone Wild star at the age of 17 and now a high-priced call girl that’s getting governor’s to cheat and resign, I can only hope Dupre continues to become more and more successful.
Japanese Memorial
Throw your photo albums into your fireplace and watch all your physical memories erase. Toss in some personal gifts and letters from friends and family, maybe some of your favorite clothes and books too. Burn anything of yours that might trace you back to your heritage.
Crazy? Yes, but these were the desperate actions the Japanese Americans had to take in order avoid the Japanese interment camps in the 1940’s
What was the Japanese Interments/Why did it happen?
After the attack on Pearl Harbor, approximately 110,000 Japanese Americans were interned. This was because on February 19, 1942, President Roosevelt signed an order “Establishing the War Relocation Authority in the Executive Office of the President and Defining its Functions and Duties.” This is also known as Order 9066, which started plans of 10 internment camps where the Japanese Americans would be relocated to. One of the interment sites was Uchida Hall at San Jose State University.
Who Is Ruth Asawa?
On Second Street you can find a memorial dedicated to the thousands of Japanese Americans who were stripped of their rights as Americans and forced to live a caged life in the land of the free, the United States. Ruth Asawa’s, whom was interned at the age of 16, designed the memorial.
My Favorite Part
My favorite part on the memorial was the picture of the families burning their belongings in order to keep their freedom. The vignette shows mothers and fathers tossing their belongings into a fire pit. In the distance you can see a man holding out his hand to his daughter who clings to what seems to be a doll. She tries to protect her doll from her father by shielding herself with her free arm. It is extremely emotional to see the desperation of these people. In order to avoid the internment camps, a life they did not deserve to live, the Japanese Americas had to escape their roots, their identity, their heritage. No innocent person should have to deny himself of who he is, especially in a country that prides itself on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. These people were desperate to survive and avoid the interment camps at all costs. Interment camps that they did not deserve to live in. To see people willingly throw their cherished belongings, their memories and experiences, their identity into a fire and watch it all disappear, its heartbreaking.
Memorials like the one Ruth Asawa designed pose a bigger purpose than to be a piece of art or a piece of history. Her memorial is a lesson, it is education, to anyone willing to stop and take a look at it. With a quick glance you get to see the lives the Japanese Americans were forced to live. Education like this is priceless and hopefully enough people will take the time to stop and look and realize the struggles the Japanese Americans had to over come. Maybe then people can appreciate the diversity the United States has to offer.
Crazy? Yes, but these were the desperate actions the Japanese Americans had to take in order avoid the Japanese interment camps in the 1940’s
What was the Japanese Interments/Why did it happen?
After the attack on Pearl Harbor, approximately 110,000 Japanese Americans were interned. This was because on February 19, 1942, President Roosevelt signed an order “Establishing the War Relocation Authority in the Executive Office of the President and Defining its Functions and Duties.” This is also known as Order 9066, which started plans of 10 internment camps where the Japanese Americans would be relocated to. One of the interment sites was Uchida Hall at San Jose State University.
Who Is Ruth Asawa?
On Second Street you can find a memorial dedicated to the thousands of Japanese Americans who were stripped of their rights as Americans and forced to live a caged life in the land of the free, the United States. Ruth Asawa’s, whom was interned at the age of 16, designed the memorial.
My Favorite Part
My favorite part on the memorial was the picture of the families burning their belongings in order to keep their freedom. The vignette shows mothers and fathers tossing their belongings into a fire pit. In the distance you can see a man holding out his hand to his daughter who clings to what seems to be a doll. She tries to protect her doll from her father by shielding herself with her free arm. It is extremely emotional to see the desperation of these people. In order to avoid the internment camps, a life they did not deserve to live, the Japanese Americas had to escape their roots, their identity, their heritage. No innocent person should have to deny himself of who he is, especially in a country that prides itself on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. These people were desperate to survive and avoid the interment camps at all costs. Interment camps that they did not deserve to live in. To see people willingly throw their cherished belongings, their memories and experiences, their identity into a fire and watch it all disappear, its heartbreaking.
Memorials like the one Ruth Asawa designed pose a bigger purpose than to be a piece of art or a piece of history. Her memorial is a lesson, it is education, to anyone willing to stop and take a look at it. With a quick glance you get to see the lives the Japanese Americans were forced to live. Education like this is priceless and hopefully enough people will take the time to stop and look and realize the struggles the Japanese Americans had to over come. Maybe then people can appreciate the diversity the United States has to offer.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Individual Blog Post #3
While checking my email I noticed the Yahoo! news feed said something about a mascot's high-five gone awry. Apparently Chicago Bulls' mascot Benny the Bull, aka Barry Anderson, went to high-five a fan and accidentally hyperextending the mans arm and rupturing his biceps muscle. The victim, Dentist Don Kalant, had surgery on his arm and could possibly miss four months of work. He is suing for medical bill, pain and loss of earnings. Although it was an obvious accident, Kalant has already filed a lawsuit at the Cook County Circuit Court. This is an unfortunate situation, however, accidents do happen and you need to pay for them. Kind of like when all the street lights were out on my ex-boyfriend's street, so when I went to park I hit a parked car and now my car insurance is through the roof.
Drinking Coffee Where else... STARBUCKS!
The Starbucks on Los Gatos Blvd my number one place to people watch. It's not because it has the best coffee or because it's where all my friends hangout. It's not because it's a hot spot to meet guys or because it holds weekly AA meetings on wednesday nights. It's because the Starbucks on Los Gatos Blvd has the creepiest regulars this side of the Prime Meridian. Lets start with exhibit A: "Happy." Happy is a man my friends named after his rather enthusiastic and joyful persona. His usual outfit, which he happened to be wearing tonight, is a light blue t-shirt with a chest pocket and faded dark blue sweat pants covered in lint balls. Tonight, like every night, he found a table for himself, sat down with his coffee and started talking. Yes, talking, to no one in particular. I'm never quiet sure what he is saying but it must be something good because he always has a cheshire cat grin on his face that exposes his gappy, coffee stained teeth and forces his eyes into tiny slits. Exhibit B: "The Friend." The Friend is also a regular; there hasn't been a time I haven't seen The Friend at Starbucks. The Friend got her name, not because of her obvious lack of real friends, but because she tries to make friends with everyone and anyone who happens to turn up in the coffee shop. Now there's no harm in making new friends and talking to new people, however, The Friend, tends to skip introductions and jump right into someone else's conversations. Tonight for example, The Friend was sitting at a table closest to the front exit, her back facing the table next to hers. At the table next to her a young couple was talking about the current election. The Friend interjects with, "Well I think this country is ready for some woman power!" The couple exchanged confused glances then politely laughed off her comment. When the couple started talking again The Friend was persistent in pursuing the conversation as if she was apart of it the whole time. These are just a couple of the Starbucks Friends that hangout at Los Gatos Blvd. If you would like to check out Happy, The Friend or any of the other Los Gatos Starbucks regulars you can meet them at the corner of Blossom Hill Rd and Los Gatos Blvd next to Jamba Juice.
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