He was ours, the day we took home a four month old, male, Boxer mix Pit Bull puppy. He has short silky black fur with specks of dandruff that scattered from his head to his tail and a white Go T. He has ears bigger than Dumbo, flopped over forward as they dangle pass his brown pouting eyes and a head too big for his body making him look like a bubble head. A shy little fellow we called Jackson. Jackson was the newest member to our family after our bossy three year old daughter, Tylie. And our 15 month old, momma’s boy, Vincent. Those three were inseparable from that day forth.
The Three Musketeers interacted with each other the moment their wide eyes open to the morning sunlight and of course after they use the restroom. Tylie would come stumbling out of the bedroom door carrying Jackson’s two foot by one and a half foot white cotton ball bed while dragging his green teddy bear blanket over her shoulder. Then, she places his bed on the ground and in the corner next to the chocolate microfiber sectional. Instantly, Jackson would make himself comfortable sitting his butt down with a high posture. Meanwhile, Vincent comes running with his legs swinging out to the side up to Jackson. Vincent says good morning to Jackson by rubbing his nose. As a response, Jackson sticks out his pink tongue and licks Vincent’s hands; first, on the palm, in between his fingers, then on the top of his hand, and all over. After morning greetings are done, Tylie gentle places Jackson’s stainless steel bowl of water and Pedigree food on the ground and yells, “Come get it boy!” As Jackson strolls up to Tylie brushing his wet nose on Tylie’s purple cupcake pajamas. And breakfast is served to all.
After a balance breakfast, it was play time. As the kids scream and yell effortlessly up and down the hallway and in their room. Jackson is following right behind them or dodging their every move as they come bolting at him. During one point, Tylie and Vincent went into their room and slammed the door leaving Jackson hanging on the other side. Jackson rapidly wagged his tail as he got down on his front two legs barking, until someone cracked the door open and Jackson pushes his way through. Not only did Jackson want to play with the kids, it was also vice versa. Vincent would grab Jackson’s red and neon green ball with a yellow rope, which smells like an old dirty wet rag and hammered it on Jackson’s head and forcing the toy in his mouth. Besides being ruthless to Jackson Vincent would also grip his tiny hands around the ball and chucked it three foot across the room as Jackson fetches the ball and brings it back to Vincent. Tylie on the other hand was more gentle and sparked conversation with Jackson. She also teaches Jackson tricks. Holding in her left hand was a little brown piece of beef jerky stick hiding behind her back. First, she places her right hand in a fist in front of Jackson and yells her demands, “Jackson, siiit…siiit!” As she steps backwards and straighten out her fist she says, “Stay…Jackson…stay…” Then, she pats both her thighs and cheerfully says, “Come here boy!” As Jackson listens to her commands he gets rewarded. Burning of energy requires food and naps which applied to all three at the same time.
Sounds of whining and crying came out of the bedroom as the kids wake up from their afternoon nap. The weeping startled Jackson from his nap as well. After forcing himself up and stretching his back legs he shuffled over to the kid’s close door and patiently waits till it opens. Then, in the evening the kids sat watching SpongeBob on the ground. Jackson sat back to back with them guarding and protecting the kids, unless they got up and roam around. Jackson would sit and watch the kids play; turning his head left and right, eyeballing Tylie and Vincent where ever they went. Jackson didn’t mind if the kids lay on his bed with him nor did the kids mind Jackson resting and snoring on their lap. The three of them were very attached to each other and the bonding is still growing as they progress.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
First True Love
He was a beauty. The sun glistened off the newly waxed white paint and a carbon fiber hood as a face lift. Reflections beamed off the dark tinted windows. He sat four inched off the ground, hugging the black tar roads as tight as possible with his white sparkling powder coated SI rims, clear corner lights that shined with hyper white bulbs, and a tattoo of a blue scented Hawaiian lei always hanging from the Broadway mirror. Oh, he was a beauty alright! My 1998 five speed manual, three door, LS Acura Integra hatchback known as my Teggie.
Teggie was pretty spoiled for the amount of doe I didn’t have but, work was put into him over time. First, all four original springs were taken out and two and a half coils were clipped off like toe nails. It was slammed! And it caught every eagle eye’s attention that mobbed the streets; at every red stop sign and changing lights. It took every corner and winding road like a dime. But, as sweet as he can be there were flaws of lying so low. Especially when it comes to any size speed bumps (XS, S, M, L, XL), dips in the neighborhood roads, pot holes throughout the city, and uneven railroads tracks. Techniques and swerving maneuver had to be perfected to overcome these obstacles. Brakes were used frequently. Usually slowing Teggie down to a complete stop. Then, hand over hand turning the steering wheel while angling Teggie to a 45 degree angle and slowly crawling at two to five MPH up and over these barriers. Making sure there’s no gashes in the front bumper, scratches on the exhaust, or leaving anything behind. These techniques made us popular. Anyone who was driving behind us was our number one fans. They cheer by honking their horns and waving their hands in the air with their middle finger saying “Hi!” That wasn’t a bother. All that matter was that Teggie was more arrow dynamic.
Outer cosmetic wasn’t the only thing Teggie had done. Increasing horse power was completed by replacing the stalk air filter with a shiny black, blue, and silver INJEN Technology cold air intake. A new GReddy stainless steel headers and a hand me down metallic blue DC strut bar for Teggie’s stability. Oh yeah, a loud roaring ferocious beast he was and a fast one too! Teggie not only have a mean engine but a blasting stereo system as well. Connected to a removable red and blue flashing JVC stereo deck were the stalk speakers and tweeters. They had long blue and red wires hooked up to an amplifier and a 12 inch Alpine subwoofer box. Boom…Boom…Boom… They system rocked harder than the Rise Against concert at the E Center. The base thump was brutal. So brutal that it rattled both the windows on the doors, readjusted the Broadway mirror to a slant, and vibrated the side view mirrors to no reflection. Teggie was perfect and ready for show and tell!
On warm summer night’s rituals were held every weekend down in the secluded factories of Salt Lake City. Supped up cars from Honda's, Mitsubishi's, Nissan's, Toyota's, Subaru’s, and all types of vehicles were parked diagonally in a single file line against the curb. As crowds of people of all gender, age, and color scattered along the streets gawking as we lined up neck to neck with another Acura. In front of us was a girl with hair pulled back in a ponytail, short shorts, and a shimmering tank top. Engines are revving, tires are burning, and clouds of smoke filled the air. While the girl throws both her hands over her head, then out to her sides, finally she bends her knees touching both them hands down to the ground. Tires are screeching and nothing was heard for the next quarter mile until we had the windows rolled down. The audience was whistling, hooting, and talking among themselves about our great performance.
Teggie and I participated in several exciting events and performances. But, a life changing predicament occurred on a crisp fall night after a high scoring game of bowling. The roads were clearer than we’ve ever seen, not a soul insight as we traveled home on I-15 freeway connecting onto a ramp to I-215. Remembering how uneven the pavement was at the end of the turn gives me chills down my spine because that’s when everything lost control. Spinning round and round making two full 360 degree turns; crossing over five lanes on the freeway. BAM! Colliding the passenger side straight into the cement barrier. My hands were clenched tightly around the gray steering wheel while the white heavy airbags punched me in the face. Then like a boomerang we bounced back rotating in half a circle and crashed the front driver side into the same barrier. Teggie ate it hard and had broken bumpers, lights, inside panels, mirrors, and everything. He was a disaster and didn’t survive.
Teggie was wonderful. He took his life and spared mine. I’ll always remember how we rode the streets like we we’re invincible and how he spoke to me in his rumbling voice. So many remarkable life memories we had. He was my first true love.
He was a beauty. The sun glistened off the newly waxed white paint and a carbon fiber hood as a face lift. Reflections beamed off the dark tinted windows. He sat four inched off the ground, hugging the black tar roads as tight as possible with his white sparkling powder coated SI rims, clear corner lights that shined with hyper white bulbs, and a tattoo of a blue scented Hawaiian lei always hanging from the Broadway mirror. Oh, he was a beauty alright! My 1998 five speed manual, three door, LS Acura Integra hatchback known as my Teggie.
Teggie was pretty spoiled for the amount of doe I didn’t have but, work was put into him over time. First, all four original springs were taken out and two and a half coils were clipped off like toe nails. It was slammed! And it caught every eagle eye’s attention that mobbed the streets; at every red stop sign and changing lights. It took every corner and winding road like a dime. But, as sweet as he can be there were flaws of lying so low. Especially when it comes to any size speed bumps (XS, S, M, L, XL), dips in the neighborhood roads, pot holes throughout the city, and uneven railroads tracks. Techniques and swerving maneuver had to be perfected to overcome these obstacles. Brakes were used frequently. Usually slowing Teggie down to a complete stop. Then, hand over hand turning the steering wheel while angling Teggie to a 45 degree angle and slowly crawling at two to five MPH up and over these barriers. Making sure there’s no gashes in the front bumper, scratches on the exhaust, or leaving anything behind. These techniques made us popular. Anyone who was driving behind us was our number one fans. They cheer by honking their horns and waving their hands in the air with their middle finger saying “Hi!” That wasn’t a bother. All that matter was that Teggie was more arrow dynamic.
Outer cosmetic wasn’t the only thing Teggie had done. Increasing horse power was completed by replacing the stalk air filter with a shiny black, blue, and silver INJEN Technology cold air intake. A new GReddy stainless steel headers and a hand me down metallic blue DC strut bar for Teggie’s stability. Oh yeah, a loud roaring ferocious beast he was and a fast one too! Teggie not only have a mean engine but a blasting stereo system as well. Connected to a removable red and blue flashing JVC stereo deck were the stalk speakers and tweeters. They had long blue and red wires hooked up to an amplifier and a 12 inch Alpine subwoofer box. Boom…Boom…Boom… They system rocked harder than the Rise Against concert at the E Center. The base thump was brutal. So brutal that it rattled both the windows on the doors, readjusted the Broadway mirror to a slant, and vibrated the side view mirrors to no reflection. Teggie was perfect and ready for show and tell!
On warm summer night’s rituals were held every weekend down in the secluded factories of Salt Lake City. Supped up cars from Honda's, Mitsubishi's, Nissan's, Toyota's, Subaru’s, and all types of vehicles were parked diagonally in a single file line against the curb. As crowds of people of all gender, age, and color scattered along the streets gawking as we lined up neck to neck with another Acura. In front of us was a girl with hair pulled back in a ponytail, short shorts, and a shimmering tank top. Engines are revving, tires are burning, and clouds of smoke filled the air. While the girl throws both her hands over her head, then out to her sides, finally she bends her knees touching both them hands down to the ground. Tires are screeching and nothing was heard for the next quarter mile until we had the windows rolled down. The audience was whistling, hooting, and talking among themselves about our great performance.
Teggie and I participated in several exciting events and performances. But, a life changing predicament occurred on a crisp fall night after a high scoring game of bowling. The roads were clearer than we’ve ever seen, not a soul insight as we traveled home on I-15 freeway connecting onto a ramp to I-215. Remembering how uneven the pavement was at the end of the turn gives me chills down my spine because that’s when everything lost control. Spinning round and round making two full 360 degree turns; crossing over five lanes on the freeway. BAM! Colliding the passenger side straight into the cement barrier. My hands were clenched tightly around the gray steering wheel while the white heavy airbags punched me in the face. Then like a boomerang we bounced back rotating in half a circle and crashed the front driver side into the same barrier. Teggie ate it hard and had broken bumpers, lights, inside panels, mirrors, and everything. He was a disaster and didn’t survive.
Teggie was wonderful. He took his life and spared mine. I’ll always remember how we rode the streets like we we’re invincible and how he spoke to me in his rumbling voice. So many remarkable life memories we had. He was my first true love.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Recognize Fallacies/Examples-Week 2
Fallacies of Logic - Examples
- Begging the Question - Sales reps are very knowledgeable about their products because knowing the benefits help sell the products.
- Either-or - Either we get rid of that filthy couch or else the baby will break out in rashes.
- False Analogies - Eating raw fish like sushi and sashimi is very healthy and beneficial for your health. We should take out fried fish off restaurant menus.
- Hasty Generalization - Billboards and advertisement on fast food is excessive; that's why obesity is a problem.
- Non Sequitur - If I buy shoes with air pumps, I will be able to play better ball.
- Oversimplification - No one would steal merchandise from a store if a camera was strapped around their heads.
- Post Hoc Fallacy - Jackson has kennel couch and went to the vet for medication. Two days later he has skin pustules on his back. It must have been an allergic reaction.
- Rationalization - I could have washed the dishes if there was more soap.
- Slippery Slope - Anti drug commerical shouldn't be advertise on teen channels because it will cause curious teens to try new things.
Fallacies of Emotion and Language - Examples
- Bandwagon Appeals - Johnson's Baby Oil is clinically proven and is the number one choice of hospitals.
- Name Calling - John Doe is an incompetent person.
- Polarization - Lawyers are fantastic liars.
- Straw Man - If you don't support vegans you must love animal cruelty.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Summary and Analysis Week 1
Let it Snow
Summary:
In the essay of Let it Snow by David Sedaris it recalls a day his fifth grade life when snow fell in North Caroline and school was our for several of days. David and his sisters were kicked out of the house due to their mother's drinking habit. On the fifth day, out of anger David and his sisters decided that a good solution for their problem would be having their youngest sister get hit by a car. But in the end no on gets hurt and after the drama they all went home with their mother as a family.
Analyzing:
- I think the snowstorm implies how the family's past is by how there are some good days and bad days.
- I think the adult narrator now looks back and think that the "solution" is a little naive and silly. I believe in the end it shows the narrator feels differently now.
- Without the humor in the essay it wouldn't been as effective it could have also sent the essay in a different direction.
- Given the tone in the end of the story it made me feel that the children still care and love their mother after all that hardship due to the mother's nature and nurture.
Monster in Ryokan
Summary:
In the essay Monster in Ryokan by Mary Roach she writes about an experience she had staying in a traditional Japanese hotel. Roach does compare her culture to the Japanese culture in her essay. Also, had a lot of observations on what the Japanese beliefs and tradition are such as taking off your shoes when entering at the door and having different slippers for certain rooms. After Roach know what is expected from the culture it will take her time to adapt.
Analyzing:
- I think this statement frames the rest of the essay by her observations and comparisons among other cultures. Also, I believe it was very effective the way she began her essay because it catches the reader's attention.
- I believe the comparisons between the two cultures are applicable. I think she wrote this essay this way because she wanted it to be interesting to the reader and that a person was involved instead of comparing the two cultures side by side.
- It seems like throughout the essay she presents herself as a victim and it engaged the reader as being in her position to any foreign country.
- I think people enjoy reading travelers' stories because you can get an idea of people's point of view and experiences on culture, religion, tradition, and also getting knowledge of it.
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