Friday, September 9, 2011

Oh,CRICKET!

I could not think what to write today’s blog about, but suddenly it came to me. As I was sitting on my bed in my third floor dorm thinking “hard” about my work load and future assignments I was interrupted by this incessant chirping. I was outraged by this aerial assault. That’s when it slapped me right in the face. Noise is what I should write about, it must be fate.
As I thought about this disturbance I began to wonder when I became this girl. As a small child the sounds of nature, the outdoors, that was my soundtrack. I liked to tell people that I was musically deprived, because I didn’t own a radio or a walkman or a CD player until I was in middle school. The only music I listened to was the faint sound of Bruce Springsteen coming seeping out my father’s door. So at night or during the day I listened to the outside, and growing up in rural Pennsylvania, that meant crickets, rivers, rain, and the way the trees creaked in the wind. These sounds never bothered me. In fact as I continue thinking of it I think of how much I miss it.
As time went on and I got older I was given music and a TV and a cell phone and then I lost all sense of familiarity to the earth. I was trapped in this technology. The overpowering presence of technology is another thing Lasn focuses upon. And I feel that these two things go hand and hand in corrupting society today and the future of America. We have stopped embracing the natural things in life and instead we have produced machines to entertain us. We have become dependent on automobiles and cell phones and the internet, and with the introduction of motherboards and wireless we have the power to block out what we once relied on.
I fear that technology may fail us and we end up with “the Terminator” on our hands. At first that may sound silly, but if you think into it it kind of seems plausible; the idea that technology is advancing to extreme heights. Also I fear that the children of today will never know what life was like before everything was handed to them on factory belts. Or the only way they may learn about postal service is in history books.  Sometimes I feel like my childhood was something I read in a history book.
That’s not how I want it though. So now that this issue has been brought to my attention I want to try and stop myself from straying from natural world. And I suggest that we all do the same. Because it’s sad to think that I was so easily perturbed by one of nature’s creatures calling a mate.    

Friday, September 2, 2011

Cynara

Cynara is the name of the woman behind the artichoke.

Gabby is my name and I have no fame to it. I am a mathematics student in my sophomore year. Choosing this class was pretty easy, it was the lesser of two evils. The last book I read was probably There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly.  The reason for reading it was to prove to my friends little sister that I knew all the words by heart and could read it in one breath. I failed the first half of that. Don't get me wrong I love books. I love to read books, but a lot of the time it's easier to multitask with a movie or tv show (A Pup Named Scooby-Doo being the most recent addiction). It is sad what my world has come to.  The written word is slowly becoming a thing of the past. Hopefully this course shall change my slow downfall into visual media death.

 So Zeus took Cynara to be his mistress and brought her up to Olympus. She missing her mother snuck down to earth to visit her. When Zeus found out about this he got angry and threw her down to earth turning her into the very first artichoke. (At least that's the Greek Mythology to it.)