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I recommend this book for those who are looking for an in depth and unadulterated tale of an economic hit man for an American consulting firm. This is a confessional of one man’s life lessons and choices which possibly affected millions world wide inside and outside the United States. His tale is touching and is often filled with remorse for the role he played in convincing “third world” countries to take loans they could not possibly ever pay back and in turn becoming enslaved to the United States. This book unfolds some frightening actions of how the US is and has been striving to become a vast empire with the aim to take control of the world not only through economics but force.
For a full summary please view the following Wikipedia link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confessions_of_an_economic_hitman
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Struggles
In a world with millions of people there are millions of hurdles and struggles to deal with on a daily basis. I am one of those people who happen to struggle just like everyone else. In the last five months I have made numerous mistakes, blunders and watched mishap after mishap happen, yet through it all I have been fortunate enough to have smiles, laughter and moments where everything feels just right occur as well. I keep moving forward even when I trip myself up, utter scornful words and just want to give up completely. I keep pushing myself knowing somehow I will make it through things, even if I am worse for the wear and my heart is more tattered than when I began the journey. I am hopeful I will be fortunate enough to have the few individuals who are dear to my heart at this moment to still be by my proverbial side. These poor souls I call friends are put through rigorous trials when riding on the emotional roller-coaster which is attached to me. Only the strong, willful, stubborn ones can survive me. I am lucky and grateful to call them mine at all.
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I’m Trying
I am trying to set the wrongs right in my life. Everyday seems to be a struggle to get things on the path to progress. My own impatience seems to be bogging me down and making it hard for me to see and appreciate the present I have. I am lucky to have special people (yes this means you…Nick, John, Sam and all my supportive friends and family) in my life and yet I fail to tell them often enough how much they truly mean to me. This is one wrong I am attempting to right. I have failed in the last year to express my feelings to Nick and am now speaking up. Although the time may have passed for this to be seamless without problems since I have caused so much heartache. This is another wrong I am attempting to right. I have wallowed in loneliness the last few months since I moved an hour away to finish up school. Rather than focusing on the positive I am accomplishing, I have been focusing on what I have given up and how much I miss my friends. This is another wrong I am attempting to right.
Change is on the way again and I need to embrace it.
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For you my truest friend
For you my truest friend,
With no sight of an end.
Many talks at night
Set my imagination and heart a flight.
Many days of conversations of caring,
Volleys of words and of sharing
My deepest desires of the world
My heart opened and uncurled.
To a person I can find strength in a hug
The one who makes my heart tug.
A solitary kiss
Makes the days set amiss
Go straight where they belong
Like the ending of a love song.
Although I may go off track a time or two
My thoughts and heart belong with you.
The tears I shed are like dew
My mind is unfettered and set anew.
With the sound of your resonating voice
Making you the easiest choice
To share my days of strife
Setting you apart from all other in life
You have set up a special place
In my heart with your handsome face.
There is gentleness in your demeanor
My heart feels much clearer
Offing me a place of rest
Making you the very best
For it is a hidden gentle heart
That makes me never want to part
Too far a distance or time
For in my eyes it would be a crime
To be away from you
With a heart so very true.
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Sonnet
I walked into a solitary room
Looking for peace and solace
A place to rest growing gloom
Not expecting things to go amiss.
Inside I found a grinning heart
Resting upon shoulders of a man
Someone who left me puzzling a part
Opening doors to a new plan,
Leaving me breathless and off guard
Reeling with great bounds of fear
Trying to interpret fates cards
By bringing this creature so near,
Shining the greatest light, a friend
Setting loneliness and sorrow to an end.
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Little Brother by Cory Doctorow
Little Brother by Cory Doctorow
I recently read this book for a theory class and was absolutely captivated by the story and characters. This book touches on a possible future after a terrorist attack on the Bay Bridge in San Francisco. It specifically focuses on a 17 year-old boy, Marcus, whom is wrongly and harshly interrogated by the Department of Homeland Security because of his hacker ways. The story is compelling since Marcus fights the system in an underground and subversive manner against the government. He fights the system and they aggressively fight back and label Marcus a terrorist himself.
Doctorow writes in such a way to fascinate the reader with techno-geek jargon and explains the merits of the technology, as well as the downfalls of technology in society. For those who are not technologically equipped, some research may be in order but it doesn’t take much to follow.
Cory_Doctorow_-_Little_Brother PDF Version
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Finished Sestina
There she sits quietly in a room
Ever playing the role of dutiful daughter.
Her jacket lies haphazardly across a chair,
Next to the oil paints and brush.
The daughter peers into the open book,
To find a picture of a leafless tree.
Oh, how she longs to be like that tree
Sitting out in a field with plenty of room,
Not stuffed in doors with her nose in a book.
She will not do this to her daughter.
She will be allowed to touch and brush
Her hair as she sits in a chair.
She will wiggle and fight in the chair,
Make it rock like wind in a tree
Paint the carpet like a canvas and brush,
Making everything alight in the room.
The prize of my life, my daughter.
Not just a girl pressed between pages of a book.
She is writing away in the page of her book
Not waiting until the end to lounge in the chair
But rather making the best of being a daughter.
Making her very own place in this room
Using her life as a paint that comes from the brush.
Paving the way and becoming that very brush,
That places the words in her life book.
Abandoning this very room,
Which is dominated by her mothers chair.
She is part of the family tree
But it does not dominate her by being a daughter.
If there is one lesson she has learned being a daughter
It is, her own choices on how to use the brush
And paint upon pages of a dead tree.
These pages will become part of the book,
Paving a path to her very own chair
Which has a home in the family room.
It is not just a room, for the dutiful daughter
But a chair to contemplate on and watch the brush
Make her own chapter of the book of her family tree.
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Gamer Boy Art
Step One: Sketch
Step Two: Cut, Place & Seal
Step Three: Press (my fancy press system, gotta use those old cd cases for something)
Step Four: Finished Piece on my wall waiting for the boy to collect it.
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Canadian geese…beautiful creature or beautiful nuisance? They are seasonal migrating animals, in which they return to the same location year after year, generation after generation. They have landed in my presence.
Recently, these lovely little (not so little) birds have taken up residence on campus, almost in succession with students moving onto campus after a summer break. There are lovely water monuments throughout campus for the year round ducks and part-time Canadian geese to call home. Watching the geese and Mallards interact in the ponds is almost therapeutic, in comparison to the rush of running through campus to class, or jetting through parking lots walker stalking, for a prime parking slot. These breathtaking birds serve their purpose of offsetting the hustle and bustle of the everyday pandemonium we all participate in but definitely have their drawbacks.
As I rush around paths on campus throughout the week, I have noticed the emergence of “natural litter”, that was not present the last few weeks. I may be grasping at straws here, but the geese are leaving some major sidewalk landmines for me to dance around (hopefully not through for my shoes sake alone). Now I am just going to put this in print for everyone to read, I cannot dance. So I have found myself bobbing and weaving around enormous piles of geese droppings. And looking about in hopes no one see me in my jolly jaunts around campus. I, however noticed today others are doing the same jig as me, and by the looks on their faces they are just as disgusted as myself by this.
Now does the beauty of nature outweigh the cleanliness of my shoes? The signs point to yes on campus. I don’t see signs for Pâté foie de gras fete or goose roastings (where we of course, makes jokes at their expense, listen to their honking laughter and then feast upon them. Really, this is an honor). So, I suppose I have to just pay attention, wear old shoes to dance across campus in until the geese go back to their home country to the north in time for hockey season to start.
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Sestina in Progress
This is my first attempt at writing in the sestina form. It is unfinished at the moment but I will post the finished product later on.
There she sits quietly in a room
Ever playing the role of dutiful daughter.
Her jacket lies haphazardly across a chair,
Next to the oil paints and brush.
The daughter peers into the open book,
To find a picture of a leafless tree.
Oh, how she longs to be like that tree
Sitting out in a field with plenty of room,
Not stuffed in doors with her nose in a book.
She will not do this to her daughter.
She will be allowed to touch and brush
Her hair as she sits in a chair.
She will wiggle and fight in the chair,
Make it rock like wind in a tree
Paint the carpet like a canvas and brush,
Making everything alight in the room.
The prize of my life, my daughter.
Not just a girl pressed between pages of a book.
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