Sean Stille's Eng 001: Language & Writing

My Life in a Playlist

2007-12-15T14:32:00.000-06:00

Oh, yes. An old Disney favorite with a message sings true. Perhaps I dive too deep for meaning sometimes, but this always stuck with me ever since I was a little tyke. Before the stresses of schoolwork and living in the complex world, I lived care free, scavenging my yard for bugs and other insects. Not for ingestion, but rather for entertainment. To watch those little critters scurry across the ground or put them in sand castles would entertain me for hours on end.

But to delve into the meaning of the song. “It means no worries for the rest of your days.” Nowadays, with the immense burden of homework and society’s expectations to be some sort of “career commando,” everyone needs a little Hakuna Matata. This is no implication to ignore homework or not to get a job, but to spend time with good friends and enjoy life. As everyone remembers, Simba had just met Timon and Pumba in the video, but they became best of friends and enjoyed some great times.

This song is a reminder to never forget the care-free days of my childhood. Whenever I have a seemingly unbearable load upon my shoulders, I am able to keep my composure. Not only is this a source of pride, this song is a source of relief and solace. The ability to laugh and play all through life is my idea of perfection, rarely allowing dark and bitter aspects to dampen my spirits. Hakuna Matata…what a wonderful phrase!

Cheap Trick – I Want You to Want Me

Nothing like an anthem of unrequited love to put a depressing dent into the story of my life. My affection for the opposite sex stems back as far as the fifth grade, traversing this long and unsuccessful road until college. The result of my affections always remained the same, even if the girl was new to my class, from a different school, or even one of my best friends. All of these infatuations ended in heartache, regret, and social awkwardness.

“I want you to want me.” The feelings started off small at first. Only a small swig of the proverbial love potion had been consumed. However, these feelings began to snowball. Before long, the girl would exhibit signs of disinterest, which I did not notice of course. I do not mean to sound like a whiner, but this is painful for me to continue. So I will sum it up with three words: Unrequited love sucks.

However, Cheap-Trick’s lyrics did teach me something. I always want to be the person that comforts people in their time of need. “Didn’t I see you crying? Feeling all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dying.” My experiences with unrequited love made me a crusader against emotional pain. I always try to comfort my friends in need, and I always make sure my friends know I will be there for them. They always know they do not have to want, need, or beg me, because I will love them always.

The Rembrandts – I’ll Be There For You

It has always seemed odd to me why there is not as much loyalty among friends as there used to be. Television shows, like House and Desperate Housewives, have portrayals of friends that backstab one another. The world needs to act more like Friends (how aptly named!), where differences are eventually forgiven, instead of held begrudgingly over a long period of time.

One can never put a specific time upon decisions that make up their personality, and this is no exception. Perhaps, as I have stated so very many times, that I was never the most popular guy growing up. My feelings about the warped realm of popularity helped develop sensitive, personable side, giving me the ability to empathize with the down trodden and broken hearted. This song states it simply in five words: I’ll be there for you.

One would think that nothing else needs to be said with these five words. However, The Rembrandts feel it necessary to emphasize their desire to be there to support friends, or even anyone in need. In a “dog eat dog” world, the feeling that someone will always be by your side is, in my opinion, the greatest motivator in the world. If not for a close network of friends, perhaps I would have turned out a darker, less sociable person…or maybe not have continued at all. This is my credo: to support and console anyone in need. My philosophy is not for my own self-benefit. As The Rembrandts state so beautifully, “I’ll be there for you, ‘cuz you’re there for me too…”

My Chemical Romance – Famous Last Words

Whenever I watch this video, I have the feeling the band is in a post-apocalyptic setting. In a way, this is a reminder of my life in the seventh grade, when my crush on the prettiest girl in my class got out. “So many bright lights that cast a shadow” reminds me of my peers and the torment I was subjected because of my affections. At times, this was overwhelming and I hated every bit of my existence, wondering if this was the life I was doomed to possess. And then the chorus, blaring in all its glory, “I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone.” I do not know where I possessed a drive to continue through the subjection of embarrassment, but I rolled through (surprisingly). Living life with fire and intensity is an important character to possess. The flames constantly spurting behind the band is almost indicative of their perseverance that no matter what happens, no matter the people or their insults, they will not submit. Why must we give up in the face of adversity? Perhaps it is the difficulty that makes our lives and the desire to live all the stronger. With such a fire, such a passion to continue living, why must the song be entitled “Famous Last Words?” These words of power and determination are most likely meant as inspiration from those who had traveled down the path of self-destruction, those that had given in to the “blinding bright lights.”

Shinedown – I Dare You

Disregarding that the video is a Heroes montage, I focus more upon the lyrics of this song. Though I skew the lyrics a little, I derive a great message that powers me to be the person I am.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire, wear my soul, and call me a liar.” During my sophomore year of high school, I felt like I had no identity. I was not good at sports, I was not popular, and there were always a few people smarter that me. Sometimes, I was even picked on just for being myself. I felt as though my life was going to spiral into a black hole and I would remain an “unknown” for the rest of my life…or worse. That year, I made a pact with myself. I would live my life for me, not the desire to be popular. And, all of a sudden, I seemed happier…like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders and I was free. I knew, that from this point in my life and onward, I would have no need to chase impossible dreams of being the most popular. The lyric “are you still chasing the memories in shadows” fits there. I no longer needed to chase those memories.

“Even in madness, I know you still believe.” Though people may not like the person I am, all I have to do is believe in the person I am. So, if I may, I dare you to call me a liar. Because I know that what I say is true…and that’s all that matters.

Lustra – Scotty Doesn’t Know

Whoever said “Ignorance is bliss” needs to be drawn and quartered. For those unfamiliar with Euro-Trip, Fiona had recently broken up with Scotty, who goes to a party to cheer up a little. The video is Scotty at that party, finding out that his Fiona had cheated on him the entire relationship with the singer of the band (who, in the movie, is played by Matt Damon).

I identify with Scotty all too well. Not that I had a cheating nympho girlfriend, but more so in the way that it seems people enjoy our pain. All those people are partying to a song about a girlfriend cheating with the lead singer. The worst part is not the obvious (and vivid) descriptions of the cheating, but that the tune is catchy (noted by Scotty’s best friend, his little brother, and even his father!). Back in high school, I was not the most popular guy. However, the girls in my school found it very amusing to try to make me become infatuated with them, leading me on for their own entertainment. Obviously, I caught on…after the third time or so. I thank God for delivering me from that hellhole to college in one piece (mentally, emotionally, and physically).

Believe it or not, I am extremely grateful for one aspect of my high school life, and that is the fact I can consider myself lucky that I was at my high school instead of Scotty’s. Lustra could have had another hit single entitled, “Sean’s a Gullible Idiot.”

Lazlo Bane – Superman

As I listen to this song, I think back to my years of high school and the numerous organizations (Future Business Leaders of America; Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America; Band…just to name a few) in which I held membership. Between the demands of these organizations (preparing a ten minute presentation on the economic growth of Kazakhstan), homework (reading a ten minute dialogue and writing a five page analysis over it), and work (bussing tables and washing dishes), I left little time for little pleasures in my life. I felt like my life was being run ragged and I might go insane from stress. I found this song by watching Scrubs, which is now one of my favorite television shows. This song really affected me by making me realize that I could not always expect to “do it all.” Because, as the song says, “You’ve crossed the finish line / Won the race but lost your mind / Was it worth it after all?” This little lyric made me think about how I was running my life. Is doing everything and winning really worth whittling away all my free time? And thus, I felt like a prisoner that had been freed. I am constantly reminded that I am human, and that the ability to do everything is not worth the effort or the consequences involved. Though in the song, Bane has been told “You got to work to feed the soul” and “You gotta break free to break the mold,” he knows that he can’t be perfect and do everything. Because of this song, I have learned to take life at a slower pace and enjoy life as it comes, making sure to avoid the rat race as much as possible. Because, hey, I’m no Superman.

Rob Thomas – Little Wonders

“Let it go. Let it roll right off you shoulder. Don’t you know? The hardest part is over.” These are easy words to say after carrying a canoe for half a mile, but also the beginning to the song. An unforgettable experience occurred the week before New Student Orientation, when my Liberal Arts Seminar class trekked in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. I came away from the trip not only with a handful of new friends, but an enlightened attitude.

Sometimes, we are caught up in the rush of city living to appreciate the “little wonders” that nature provides. I know I was. “Our lives are made in these small hours, these little wonders.” In the hours that I spent in the wilderness, either sitting on a lake shore or in a canoe as it glided silently across the water, there seemed to be a calming presence in the air. Even now, months after the experience, I still remember. “But I can not forget the way I feel right now.”

“Let your clarity define you.” The clearness of my thoughts will always be remembered from that experience…an experience such as that is rarely forgotten. If there is anything I wish to pass on, let it be this important message: Don’t be afraid to get lost once in a while. Not physically, but mentally. If only for a moment, let the burden of stress roll off your shoulders and let your mind be clear. “Time falls away, but these small hours, these little wonders still remain.”

Soundtrack to My Life (Rough Draft)

2007-12-10T02:02:00.000-06:00

Lazlo Bane - I'm No Superman
As I listen to this song, I think back to my years of high school and the numerous organizations (Future Business Leaders of America; Family, Career, and Community Leaders of America; Band…just to name a few) in which I held membership. Between the demands of these organizations (preparing a ten minute presentation on the economic growth of Kazakhstan), homework (reading a ten minute dialogue and writing a five page analysis over it), and work (bussing tables and washing dishes), I left little time for little pleasures in my life. I felt like my life was being run ragged and I might go insane from stress. I found this song by watching Scrubs, which is now one of my favorite television shows. This song really affected me by making me realize that I could not always expect to “do it all.” Because, as the song says, “You’ve crossed the finish line / Won the race but lost your mind / Was it worth it after all?” This little lyric made me think about how I was running my life. Is doing everything and winning really worth whittling away all my free time? And thus, I felt like a prisoner that had been freed. I am constantly reminded that I am human, and that the ability to do everything is not worth the effort or the consequences involved. Though in the song, Bane has been told “You got to work to feed the soul” and “You gotta break free to break the mold,” he knows that he can’t be perfect and do everything. Because of this song, I have learned to take life at a slower pace and enjoy life as it comes, making sure to avoid the rat race as much as possible. Because, hey, I’m no Superman.
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My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words
Whenever I watch this video, I have the feeling the band is in a post-apocalyptic setting. In a way, this is a reminder of my life in the seventh grade, when my crush on the prettiest girl in my class got out. “So many bright lights that cast a shadow” reminds me of my peers and the torment I was subjected because of my affections. At times, this was overwhelming and I hated every bit of my existence, wondering if this was the life I was doomed to possess. And then the chorus, blaring in all its glory, “I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone.” I do not know where I possessed a drive to continue through the subjection of embarrassment, but I rolled through (surprisingly). Living life with fire and intensity is an important character to possess. The flames constantly spurting behind the band is almost indicative of their perseverance that no matter what happens, no matter the people or their insults, they will not submit. Why must we give up in the face of adversity? Perhaps it is the difficulty that makes our lives and the desire to live all the stronger. With such a fire, such a passion to continue living, why must the song be entitled “Famous Last Words?” These words of power and determination are most likely meant as inspiration from those who had traveled down the path of self-destruction, those that had given in to the “blinding bright lights.”
-The Lion King Soundtrack - Hakuna Matata
Oh, yes. An old Disney favorite with a message sings true. Perhaps I dive too deep for meaning sometimes, but this always stuck with me ever since I was a little tyke. Before the stresses of schoolwork and living in the complex world, I lived care free, scavenging my yard for bugs and other insects. Not for ingestion, but rather for entertainment. To watch those little critters scurry across the ground or put them in sand castles would entertain me for hours on end.

But to delve into the meaning of the song. “It means no worries for the rest of your days.” Nowadays, with the immense burden of homework and society’s expectations to be some sort of “career commando,” everyone needs a little Hakuna Matata. This is no implication to ignore homework or not to get a job, but to spend time with good friends and enjoy life. As everyone remembers, Simba had just met Timon and Pumba in the video, but they became best of friends and enjoyed some great times.

This song is a reminder to never forget the care-free days of my childhood. Whenever I have a seemingly unbearable load upon my shoulders, I am able to keep my composure. Not only is this a source of pride, this song is a source of relief and solace. The ability to laugh and play all through life is my idea of perfection, rarely allowing dark and bitter aspects to dampen my spirits. Hakuna Matata…what a wonderful phrase!
-Lustra - Scotty Doesn't Know
Whoever said “Ignorance is bliss” needs to be drawn and quartered. For those unfamiliar with Euro-Trip, Fiona had recently broken up with Scotty, who goes to a party to cheer up a little. The video is Scotty at that party, finding out that his Fiona had cheated on him the entire relationship with the singer of the band (who, in the movie, is played by Matt Damon).

I identify with Scotty all too well. Not that I had a cheating nympho girlfriend, but more so in the way that it seems people enjoy our pain. All those people are partying to a song about a girlfriend cheating with the lead singer. The worst part is not the obvious (and vivid) descriptions of the cheating, but that the tune is catchy (noted by Scotty’s best friend, his little brother, and even his father!). Back in high school, I was not the most popular guy. However, the girls in my school found it very amusing to try to make me become infatuated with them, leading me on for their own entertainment. Obviously, I caught on…after the third time or so. I thank God for delivering me from that hellhole to college in one piece (mentally, emotionally, and physically).

Believe it or not, I am extremely grateful for one aspect of my high school life, and that is the fact I can consider myself lucky that I was at my high school instead of Scotty’s. Lustra could have had another hit single entitled, “Sean’s a Gullible Idiot.”
-Shinedown - I Dare You
Disregarding that the video is a Heroes montage, I focus more upon the lyrics of this song. Though I skew the lyrics a little, I derive a great message that powers me to be the person I am.

“I dare you to tell me to walk through fire, wear my soul, and call me a liar.” During my sophomore year of high school, I felt like I had no identity. I was not good at sports, I was not popular, and there were always a few people smarter that me. Sometimes, I was even picked on just for being myself. I felt as though my life was going to spiral into a black hole and I would remain an “unknown” for the rest of my life…or worse. That year, I made a pact with myself. I would live my life for me, not the desire to be popular. And, all of a sudden, I seemed happier…like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders and I was free. I knew, that from this point in my life and onward, I would have no need to chase impossible dreams of being the most popular. The lyric “are you still chasing the memories in shadows” fits there. I no longer needed to chase those memories.

“Even in madness, I know you still believe.” Though people may not like the person I am, all I have to do is believe in the person I am. So, if I may, I dare you to call me a liar. Because I know that what I say is true…and that’s all that matters.
-Cheap Trick - I Want You to Want Me
Nothing like an anthem of unrequited love to put a depressing dent into the story of my life. My affection for the opposite sex stems back as far as the fifth grade, traversing this long and unsuccessful road until college. The result of my affections always remained the same, even if the girl was new to my class, from a different school, or even one of my best friends. All of these infatuations ended in heartache, regret, and social awkwardness.

“I want you to want me.” The feelings started off small at first. Only a small swig of the proverbial love potion had been consumed. However, these feelings began to snowball. Before long, the girl would exhibit signs of disinterest, which I did not notice of course. I do not mean to sound like a whiner, but this is painful for me to continue. So I will sum it up with three words: Unrequited love sucks.

However, Cheap-Trick’s lyrics did teach me something. I always want to be the person that comforts people in their time of need. “Didn’t I see you crying? Feeling all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dying.” My experiences with unrequited love made me a crusader against emotional pain. I always try to comfort my friends in need, and I always make sure my friends know I will be there for them. They always know they do not have to want, need, or beg me, because I will love them always.
-The Rembrandts - I'll Be There For You
It has always seemed odd to me why there is not as much loyalty among friends as there used to be. Television shows, like House and Desperate Housewives, have portrayals of friends that backstab one another. The world needs to act more like Friends (how aptly named!), where differences are eventually forgiven, instead of held begrudgingly over a long period of time.

One can never put a specific time upon decisions that make up their personality, and this is no exception. Perhaps, as I have stated so very many times, that I was never the most popular guy growing up. My feelings about the warped realm of popularity helped develop sensitive, personable side, giving me the ability to empathize with the down trodden and broken hearted. This song states it simply in five words: I’ll be there for you.

One would think that nothing else needs to be said with these five words. However, The Rembrandts feel it necessary to emphasize their desire to be there to support friends, or even anyone in need. In a “dog eat dog” world, the feeling that someone will always be by your side is, in my opinion, the greatest motivator in the world. If not for a close network of friends, perhaps I would have turned out a darker, less sociable person…or maybe not have continued at all. This is my credo: to support and console anyone in need. My philosophy is not for my own self-benefit. As The Rembrandts state so beautifully, “I’ll be there for you, ‘cuz you’re there for me too…”
-Rob Thomas - Little Wonders
“Let it go. Let it roll right off you shoulder. Don’t you know? The hardest part is over.” These are easy words to say after carrying a canoe for half a mile, but also the beginning to the song. An unforgettable experience occurred the week before New Student Orientation, when my Liberal Arts Seminar class trekked in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. I came away from the trip not only with a handful of new friends, but an enlightened attitude.

Sometimes, we are caught up in the rush of city living to appreciate the “little wonders” that nature provides. I know I was. “Our lives are made in these small hours, these little wonders.” In the hours that I spent in the wilderness, either sitting on a lake shore or in a canoe as it glided silently across the water, there seemed to be a calming presence in the air. Even now, months after the experience, I still remember. “But I can not forget the way I feel right now.”

“Let your clarity define you.” The clearness of my thoughts will always be remembered from that experience…an experience such as that is rarely forgotten. If there is anything I wish to pass on, let it be this important message: Don’t be afraid to get lost once in a while. Not physically, but mentally. If only for a moment, let the burden of stress roll off your shoulders and let your mind be clear. “Time falls away, but these small hours, these little wonders still remain.”

First Music Video Ever

2007-11-19T02:35:00.000-06:00

Foo Fighters - Learn To Fly

I know my music videos seem to have a common theme of drug use (or implied drug use), but when I was a young lad, I saw this music video for the first time. Although I did not know why a fat lady was hallucinating that some guy’s head was a cheeseburger or why the pilot saw the steward flying outside the window, I could see that the members of Foo Fighters went to the cockpit and landed the plane safely at an airport, saving everyone on board. Though I could not grasp my cognitive processes at the time, I now realize the video had an impact on me. I realized that bravery in an individual is only measurable by their actions. Dave Grohl and the rest of the band acted while the rest of the plane panicked about the loss of control of the plane. Though they saved themselves, they inevitably saved all the people on the plane as well. To show that kind of attitude in an atmosphere of terror and panic reveals a high degree of bravery. After viewing this video, I had an attitude to put other people before myself. No matter the situation, I would be sure that other people were taken care of before I would take care of myself. Of course, there are times that I will treat myself to some simple pleasure, but in a social setting, I make sure that other people are fine before me. Because of this attitude, I will be prepared to take control of large aircraft while the crew is incapacitated from marijuana brewed coffee. Hopefully, a large “Learn to Fly” manual will be located underneath the seat.

My Least Favorite Music Video

2007-11-14T23:24:00.001-06:00

All I can say about this video is, "What...the...*bleep*?" The fact that I dislike the video is not because of the song. “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” by The Darkness is an awesome song, don’t get me wrong. However, the video gives me the feeling like I am tripping way too much on LSD or some other hallucinogenic drug. Quite honestly, I would not be comfortable with a giant, furry object with four appendages drying me off after a bath. Not to mention that a leather, one piece outfit with a “V cut” extending to the abdomen creeps me out a little bit as well. Giant crabs throwing rocks…I did a quick check of the water I was drinking to be sure that it was safe. After grabbing a new glass of water, I saw what appeared to be a giant space squid fornicating with the spacecraft where they were performing. Enough was enough. I just shook my head and continued cruising YouTube.
However, I must give credit where it is due. Justin Hawkins, the lead singer for The Darkness at the time, has an incredible vocal range. His brother, Dan, the lead guitarist, is freaking unbelievable in the rhythms and chords that he plays. This band is amazing and I love their sound, but the music video is so horrendous, it is hilarious.
To get down to brass tacks, I honestly cannot choose a least favorite music video because I really don’t watch music videos much. That reason and the fact that I could not do any better than the guys performing in the video, so I normally keep my mouth shut unless I prove that I could do so. In all honesty, this is not my least favorite music video…just a video that I thought could fit the category. Hope you enjoyed reading this filler entry!

Favorite Music Video--My Chemical Romance "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)"

2007-11-11T22:21:00.000-06:00

"You like DnD (Dungeons and Dragons), Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini, and croquet. You can't swim, you can't dance, and you don't know karate. Face it; you're never going to make it!" –Ray Toro
"I don't want to make it. I just want..." –Gerard Way

These words open to my favorite music video to date, My Chemical Romance’s “I’m Not Okay (I Promise).” Part of the reason I am drawn to this video is because I was never totally accepted at my old high school. In the video, the members of the band attend a preppy school and are portrayed as the dorky kids that are bullied by the jocks. I was never bullied; I just never really fit in with the rest of the crowd. I was never invited to parties or other social gatherings; I was just ignored for the most part. In the video, though, the band members are not going to take this bullying lying down. Throughout the video, the band members are exacting their revenge upon the bullies through humiliation tactics, like putting prescription pill containers in one boy’s locker to insinuate that he either uses many different steroids or that he has more problems that require prescription medicine than the people he bullies. I really wish I could have done something to change the situation at my old high school, but I never did. In a way, I am envious of these guys. Even though the setting is fictional, this video is an inspiration to dorks and other uncool people that they do not have to accept being bullied. However, a showdown with lacrosse sticks and croquet mallets is probably not an acceptable way to solve differences (no matter how cool that would be!). Basically, be yourself. That is the only thing that matters in life…and to hell with “cool” kids!

Project II: Analyzing Rhetoric

2007-11-11T14:23:00.001-06:00

Imagine, if you will, Joe Camel, a character that once lived the life of an icon. Fast sports cars and bikini clad women were among favorites in his life, as well as playing the saxophone. He was always dressed in trendy outfits with dark sunglasses over his eyes, a cigarette in his mouth, and surrounded by a large number of people seemingly happy to be in his presence. Now, observe the life he leads now: The happening and cool persona this character possessed has disappeared. His trendy outfits have been changed for a hospital gown, and instead of riding in sleek sports cars, he rolls in a hospital bed. The people who used to surround him have deserted him, leaving him in a state of pain and loneliness. His dark sunglasses are removed to reveal sunken eyes. His cigarettes have been traded for a pouch of chemotherapy medicine in order to halt the further onset of cancer caused by smoking cigarettes. Confined to this hospital bed and undergoing chemotherapy, his body is so frail that it appears he might collapse if he tried to walk.

Joe Camel was the major advertisement icon for Camel cigarettes from the 1990s. Due to Joe Camel and other marketing attempts like him, a 73 percent increase in teen smoking occurred between 1988 and 1998 (Reynolds, 2002). More importantly, however, is what the image is trying to convey. The portrayal of a now frail and bald Joe Camel in the image is an obvious contrast from the Camel cigarette advertisements of the 1990s; this image is an attempt to convince people of the consequences of smoking. The illustration of Joe Chemo utilizes rhetorical appeals and strategies to combat the deceptive advertising of cigarette companies since the late 1980s.

The advertisement also uses the three rhetorical appeals –logos, pathos, and ethos– to further enhance its argument about both the dangers of smoking and the cigarette company’s failure to portray these dangers. First, ethos is utilized in the image. First, the image is a parody of Joe Camel portrayed in the cigarette company’s advertisements. By contrasting the “cool” Joe Camel advertisement used by cigarette companies with the frail Joe Chemo, the advertisement hopes to convince their audience that Joe Chemo is a direct result from smoking cigarettes. Also, a twist on the surgeon general’s warning appears in the image. Instead of warning of the physical dangers of smoking, the warning aims at more abstract ideals, such as wasted potential and fatal regret. Because the image essentially attacks the advertising of cigarette companies, the audience is almost forced to open their minds and question why the cigarette companies would disguise the dangers of using their product. The image attacks the character of cigarette companies, but rightfully does so. Cigarette companies, specifically Camel, used advertising methods like Joe Camel to appeal to a younger generations of Americans and lose the reputation of an “old man’s” cigarette. The result of appealing to a younger generation of Americans that smoked inevitably caused more of America’s youth to become smokers in hopes of becoming cool and socially acceptable (Reynolds, 2002). Though cigarette companies, like Camel, may debate they did not intend in making Americans younger than the legal age become smokers, the damage had been done. These methods of deceptive advertising, which led people to believe that smoking their cigarettes would make them more socially acceptable, hid the dangers of smoking (namely lung disease, cancer, and death) from the public. In an effort to reach out to the ethical side of a human being, the image possibly calls for the audience to be outraged about this deceptive advertising and essentially being the subject of lies from cigarette companies.

Through the use of logos, the creator of the image conveys that smoking cigarettes ultimately results in cancer. The image helps establish this logical connection because in the early 1990s, Joe Camel appeared “cool” and socially appealing. Now, because of the onset of cancer, he appears broken and pathetic. Also, the audience may reflect on the actual words of warning in the image. Through the use of logic, people will refrain from smoking in order to avoid lost potential or fatal regret.

Through pathos, the image tries to tug at the heart strings of the audience. On one end of the spectrum, the audience may laugh because the image is making fun of the Joe Camel advertisements. But, this is a lighter approach to a more serious topic. The illustration of Joe Chemo portrays the loneliness and pain involved in cancer treatment through the absence of friends, family, or visitors of any kind. The image attempts to deter people from smoking and, possibly, for people to get close friends or relatives to quit smoking. Other people who have seen the horrors of a friend or relative undergoing cancer treatment because of smoking know that the experience is not pleasant. These people are agonized that their loved one is suffering in such a manner, and anger may occur because the cancer could have possibly been prevented if smoking was not involved. This image has the ability to target a general volume of people, but definitely has an impact upon those who know the hardships of cancer treatment.

In order to convey its point, the image utilizes rhetorical strategies. Joe Chemo is a direct contrast from the Camel cigarette advertisements of the 1990s. There is an obvious difference between the portrayal of a “cool” Joe Camel in a leather jacket and smoking cigarettes and the lonely, weak Joe Chemo in a hospital bed. The image also fuses two rhetorical strategies to increase the power of the message being conveyed: cause and effect and illustration. By utilizing the illustration of a possibly dying Joe Chemo undergoing chemotherapy while alone in a hospital, cause and effect is also enacted by establishing a direct link between smoking cigarettes and developing cancer, which can ultimately lead to death.

Through the uses of rhetorical appeals and strategies, the image attempts to derail the deceptive advertising of cigarette companies and reveal the consequences of smoking to the American population. This image, along with several other efforts--like the Truth campaign--has the similar intent of deglamorizing smoking. These efforts are an essential part of educating younger Americans of the dangers of smoking and to be aware of the deception in advertisements. As we take one last look upon Joe Chemo, lonely and awaiting the inevitable, he almost appears as if he were apologetic for enticing a young generation of Americans to smoke and wishes that he could repent for his actions. The Surgeon General’s warning on the image appears to be true; Joe Chemo is experiencing fatal regret. What a shame that he has come to his senses too little too late.

Works Cited

Reynolds, Patrick. “The Truth About Tobacco.” Tobaccofree.org. 2002. 11 Nov. 2007 . <http://www.tobaccofree.org/children.htm>.

Maybe it's Time for Bacteria Reform?

2007-10-21T23:16:00.000-05:00

After a North Platte student was diagnosed with an antibiotic resistant staphylococcus infection, I began to wonder about both the conditions in which the bacteria can grow and how one becomes infected. As one source of information indicates, most staphylococcus bacteria are harmless, except for Staphylococcus aureus, which can survive on dry surfaces for hours. More specifically, this strain of the bacterium is transferred by human-to-human contact, thus much strain is put upon basic hand washing techniques.
Now that I have clued you in on some basic information about the infection, let’s talk about a plan of action. The bacteria of our modern world are becoming more resistant to our treatment methods. Obviously, this is bad. Continuously, scientists are putting forth time and money to cure serious diseases like cancer or AIDS, but when the diseases we have “cured” are becoming incurable, perhaps it is time to go back and cure these diseases again. I am not saying that science is ignoring the situation completely because there are researchers out there working on the problem. What I am trying to put forth across is that a bit more attention needs to be focused on this minor problem and a few others in order to solve the big problems.
Of course, emphasis on prevention is equally important to stopping infection as curing the disease is. By utilizing proper hand washing techniques (yes, that means actually washing your hands, too) and using anti-bacterial salves, the bacteria that cause these infections is effectively neutralized. So, after using the bathroom, sneezing, or working in unsanitary conditions, be sure to cleanse your hands to kill the harmful bacteria. I will put this in two simple sentences for everyone to understand. 1) You do not have to cure a disease that you do not have, and 2) When you use the can, wash your hands.

Free Write II

2007-10-18T00:01:00.000-05:00

An impeding force is looming in the distance and all the students at Nebraska Wesleyan can feel it. Some are anxious while others are fearful. However, all of these students are all awaiting the same fate: Fall Break.
I cannot begin to tell how relieved I am that I am about to have a relief from classes. At the beginning of the year, I believed that Biology of Plants would be an easy class and my hardest course would be Principles of Chemistry. However, as the semester progressed, this belief had reversed. Thankfully, Fall Break has arrived for me to regroup mentally and assess my academic game plan. Though, I feel I may be as busy on break as I would be at school.
Thursday night, my high school, Elmwood-Murdock, is playing their arch-rivals Louisville here at Nebraska Wesleyan. Finally, I’ll be able to see old faces that I have not seen since graduation. Also that night, my roommate and I are taking all the furniture out of our room and reorganizing the room.
Friday, I will be able to go back to my home and spend time with my family. The last time I saw my parents was two weeks ago, and the experience of a home cooked meal is always satisfying.
Saturday, I will spend time with my younger siblings who I have not talked to in ages. I will most likely play football with my younger brother and talk with my younger sister about how her job at Mahoney State Park is going and ask how the staff is coping without me. That evening, I hope to reunite with my best friend from work at his house party. Perhaps I will spend the night there, granted there is enough room for me to do so.
As for the rest of the break, I hope to regain lost sleep, pull together some loose ends of homework, and be apt to tackle the remainder of the semester. Let the vacation begin!

Training Session

2007-10-14T20:58:00.000-05:00

Now, in a Lincoln Journal Star article, a dog was trained to be friendly around children. I was caught slightly off guard that the author would write the article through the eyes of the dog in training. However, this point of view gave me a little perspective on a local issue. Certain dogs need to be trained to curtail aggressive behaviors. By no means am I saying that dogs are born violent, but dogs that are brought up in the wrong environment are more likely to be aggressive. I, personally, love dogs, and I have always enjoyed playing with dogs while growing up. My family always treated these dogs with respect by providing food, water, and shelter for them. However, not all dogs receive this treatment. Some dogs are abused and neglected, and this is where aggressive behaviors develop. Then, when these dogs are removed from this environment, they have learned to be distrustful of humans and are hostile toward us. This is when time, effort, and patience are used to help retrain these abused and neglected dogs and, in a way, regain their trust. Retraining is crucial in relocating an abused dog into a caring loving family. However, I have the belief that retraining would need to be seldom used if dogs were treated fairly and given the certain amount of respect they deserve. If dogs are given food, shelter, and attention, they can easily be the best friend one could ever have. The simple rule of thumb is this, if you do not believe that you have the financial capabilities to provide for a dog’s basic necessities, do not get a dog. Perhaps I have put together an incoherent rant and sound like an advocate of PETA, or, on the other hand, I have illustrated a point which could obviously be discovered by using common sense. I still hold fast to the belief that dogs should have treatment adequate to that of their label as “man’s best friend.”

The Optimist's Creed

2007-10-10T22:50:00.000-05:00

I do not know why, but the words of The Optimist’s Creed instill a great amount of hope within me. The other night, when I felt as though the pressures of college started to become too much, I found these words. As I read these words, I began to remember the person that I am…or at least the person I was. Before college, I loved being a happy-go-lucky person that would always look on the bright side of life, disbelieving that negative events could happen to my friends or me. As I carried out my collegiate studies, I found myself academically struggling, an experience that is unfamiliar to me. As well as academically struggling, I was beginning to struggle socially, namely in the dating realm. My bright outlook on life was beginning to dim and I felt my once high spirits being pushed lower with each passing day. One Tuesday evening, I had finished my Botany laboratory and begun filing papers at my work. My collegiate work had been ever increasing and an illness on Monday did not alleviate the matter. I sat behind my desk, worrying about how I might be able to finish such an amount of homework in a short period of time; I saw a flash of metal. I picked up a plaque, the object that had made the flash, and read the words “The Optimist’s Creed” at the top of the plaque. These words were a shocking reminder that the person I was becoming is not the person I want to be. I hated to worry about how I would finish assignments or trivial social matters. I was happy with the person I was, and I was damned if I would let anything change that. Relieved to have found such great words of wisdom, I found myself in my usual optimistic state. Perhaps the reason that The Optimist’s Creed, written by C.D. Larson, instills such hope within me is that my normal state of ease is restored, assuring me that all will be fine.

Observation/Reflection of Lincoln Station

2007-10-07T22:49:00.000-05:00

I had never been in a hurry to finish homework before college. Now, my mind was buzzing with a list of work that needed to be done. I knew I would only be able to accomplish these assignments one at a time. My objective at this point in time was to go to Lincoln Station in order to complete an observation for my English Writing and Composition class. Little did I know that I would walk away with the epiphany of a lifetime.

On this fair weather Sunday afternoon in October, numerous cars lined the brick paved street in front of Lincoln Station. I went to open one of the doors of the station, but it would not budge. I tried another door only to receive the same result. I soon began to worry about the completion of this observation, until I remembered that there is more to the Lincoln Station than the building itself. As I walked around the station, the vibrant red of the caboose came into view. I began to walk alongside the caboose, until I reached the gap between it and the next car. I stared out between the two cars and saw a police sports utility vehicle about thirty yards away. Suddenly, I envisioned the past. The concrete on which I stood disappeared and I now stood on a hard, barren patch of dirt. The police vehicle morphed into a white stallion that a sheriff would ride, and the miles of highway and city developments disappeared and gave way to vast expanses of prairie. I felt as though I were back in the days when horse and buggy were the main mode of transportation and the idea of all roads being paved was unfathomable. Suddenly, I was back in today’s world with the dull, gray color of concrete and buildings as far as I could see. In this brief illusion, I realized that the links between past, present, and the future occur to us from time to time, but are not well defined.

As I continued to look around, I noticed the initials BNSF on many of the train cars in the area. At the time, these initials did not mean anything to me, but this bothered me that I had no idea what the initials meant. Eventually, after research, I found out that BNSF stood for Burlington Northern Santa Fe railways. Today’s railroad companies largely contrast with the days of the Union Pacific railroad. The trains of today run on high powered internal combustion engines instead of the steam engines, giving the trains much more control over their speed with less danger of a possible engine explosion.

Now, I stand on the platform by the railroad underneath the green-painted metal awning, surveying all around me. Close to the platform, there are numerous wooden carts—the remnants of an almost forgotten era. The wood of these carts are broken, splintered, and rotted, while the metal frame that supports each cart is rusted. These decrepit carts were once a means of transporting valuables in a once agriculturally based Lincoln, but now these carts are merely broken pieces of wood and metal. Also underneath this awning is a building with a teal paint exterior that is peeling away and windows that are cracked with portions that are broken completely. I peered inside the building through the broken glass to see a stairway leading into darkness. The stairway was lined with graffiti, and as much as I wanted to explore I was unable because the stairway was sealed so that no entrance could be found. As I peered into the darkness, I saw movement almost like that of water. This is when I had my epiphany of a lifetime. This stairwell is like the connections between the past, present, and future; we may be able to see glimpses of these connections but we can never fully understand because we are isolated from them. Though historians may try to understand the past or scientists work on predicting the future, one can never truly understand what the past held or what the future has in store for humanity.

As I grew tired of staring down the dark stairwell, I turned and came to the south side of Lincoln Station and looked upon the brick mural entitled “The Iron Horse Legacy.” The mural depicts a steam engine locomotive cutting across the wild prairie, back when bison roamed the plains and the cottonwood trees grew taller than life. Upon closer inspection, I noticed an engineer in the front of the train, looking down the track in front of him. Looking at this mural painted an understanding about life as I knew it. The train represented the march of time: always moving forward at a constant speed with no intention of changing pace. The engineer symbolized humanity as a whole; how we, as humans are always looking into the future, though we are not always sure of what may or may not be there. We are unable to return to where we have been, but we are able to look and reflect upon where we have been in order to gain a better understanding of what may be coming. The best decision, in my opinion, would be to continue looking ahead for what is to come and be aware of unexpected events that may be waiting for us around the bend.

Now, as I stood leaning against a trash can, writing furiously in my notebook about the revelations that have come to me in this short time at Lincoln Station, I began to fantasize about how the train station looked when it first came into operation. Originally, Lincoln Station was a simply constructed stop along the Union Pacific railroad before commerce had fully developed. Then, as trade grew, the simply constructed railroad station became a great brick building with tan stone pillars outside the main entrance. Instead of the brick paved street lined with cars, this was a flat, dirt surface for any vehicle with wheels to traverse. Rather than the parking spaces that were regulated by parking meters, watering troughs and hitching posts dominated the area. In place of the cars and internal combustion engines of the modern era, carts and buggies powered by horses or oxen were the main means of transportation. However, these fantasies are only speculation because, as I was now aware, the links between past, present, and future are not well defined.

The once warm October afternoon was gone and had been replaced with the cold north winds. Feeling the chill of the wind on my bare arms, I hurried to the warm safety of my car. As I fastened my seat belt and prepared to depart from the Haymarket that contained Lincoln Station, I could not help but have one last fantasy. The scarlet Monte Carlo I drove had transformed into a chestnut colored stallion as I galloped into the distance, leaving all activity of the station. I stop for a short while to gaze upon a steam engine in the distance, its white plume of steam billowing from the smokestack.

Daniel Tosh's take on Nebraska

2007-09-24T01:44:00.000-05:00

I always thought the day I wanted to severely injure a stand-up comedian would be the day I experienced severe trauma in my life. Seeing as how my life is quite well, I guess that is not the case. Listening to Daniel Tosh bash my home made me want to impale my laptop with a pitchfork. However, seeing as how I still need my laptop for quite some time, I decided not to give Tosh the gift of my fury through meaningless violence. A war of insults is best settled with words.

The first of his statements is that ethanol is a “dumb” dream. Quite interesting how a “dumb” dream is going to be saving Americans money once the production is increased. If his Sports Utility Vehicle does not run on corn, I hope he enjoys spending half of his income on gasoline.

Nobody has to pretend they like Nebraska because there are millions of people that do. Although, I am rather surprised that after an hour in Omaha, Tosh would rather be picked up by a tornado and taken some place…at least he has a choice in the matter. Fifteen minutes in Los Angeles, Tosh’s current residence, I would be shot, stabbed, mugged, kidnapped, and sold to orange grove managers as a slave. I am quite certain Tosh would be staring at a crowd of Nebraskans for all of two seconds before the entire crowd rushed the stage like the Cornhuskers’ defensive line blitzing a Colorado quarterback.

I sure hope that Daniel Tosh brings his act to Nebraska some day. Not only to prove that not all Nebraskans are fat or that we eat fried mayonnaise (which is impossible to make), but to show that the Cornhuskers are not the only ones that could perform a crushing tackle. I wonder how many physicians at University of Nebraska Medical Center know how to treat a severed spine?

A Trip to the Haymarket

2007-09-21T14:43:00.000-05:00

I had never fully experienced the atmosphere of Lincoln’s historic Haymarket until recently. Nestled cozily in downtown Lincoln, the Haymarket contains an array of different shops and restaurants where one could easily spend an afternoon. With a Sunday afternoon to waste, my friend Jenna and I spent a memorable afternoon in the Haymarket.

Jenna and I exited my parents’ silver, air conditioned Pontiac Grand Prix and stepped into the bright, warm September Sunday afternoon. I could not help but notice that we did not have to plug the parking meter on this trip, thankfully, because we had no quarters. I had not eaten on this day, so I made the suggestion to grab a bite to Lazlo’s; a restaurant I heard was quite good.

As we entered Lazlo’s , a friendly host seated us in their patio area. The warm air was underlined with a refreshing breeze as Jenna and I flipped through laminated menus. Over the speakers, easy listening music created a relaxing atmosphere in the midst of a city that frantically rushes to go from one place to another. I ordered the Lazlo burger, consisting of a soft bun with a medium-well beef patty topped with Monterey Jack cheese, honey mustard, lettuce tomato, and sliced onion—a sandwich that made my taste buds rejoice. Although the food tasted good, a bruise on my neck slightly inhibited my chewing. For such friendly service, Jenna and I left our server a generous tip, and left Lazlo’s.

We walked around the block, observing a few other restaurants with customers being served in the patio areas. These restaurants appeared to have a level of service comparable to Lazlo’s, but I am slightly skeptical of this. As Jenna and I returned to the car, I took one last look around. My eyes found a distillery on top of Empyrean Ale, a brewing company owned by Lazlo’s. I made a quick mental note to come back to Lazlo’s when I was 21 and could fully enjoy one of their steaks with homebrewed ale.

A Mid-Sunday Afternoon's Excursion

2007-09-16T23:45:00.000-05:00

The amount of fun involved in a simple errand is immeasurable when performed with the right person. By feeling comfortable around that person, one can do zany actions and have fun. Luckily, I partook in an excursion with Karin, a good friend of mine, to Target.

As Karin and I pulled into a parking stall, we were taken aback by a realistic foot sticking out of an adjacent car’s trunk. After we became aware that the foot was a cheap Halloween decoration, Karin and I began to enter the pristine realm of Target. I habitually waved my arm as the automatic doors opened to give myself the feeling of telekinesis. After stepping through the threshold, I realized what a bright, illustrious place Target is. Bustling with activity, the cashiers almost seemed overwhelmed by the number of customers.

After this brief moment of admiration, I began to follow Karin, who now possessed a shopping cart. We journeyed from aisle to aisle, obtaining the necessities of college life, which consisted of Flintstones multi-vitamins and poster hangers. With the assistance of Target employees, Karin and I found almost everything we needed. I was surprised at the helpfulness of these employees and that they seemed to have pride in working for Target. Thankfully, we both had Target gift cards, and the out-of-pocket total was roughly four dollars.

As Karin and I exited the store with items in tow, I could not help but notice the bright, jovial atmosphere of Target that we were leaving. A journey to Target was a little outside of the ordinary. I used to think that if I could not find an item at Wal-Greens or Hy-Vee, the item was not worth finding. But now, once I have experienced the unique atmosphere of Target, I may be more apt to return.

It's A Crying Shame...

2007-09-12T23:06:00.000-05:00

What has happened to the world we live in today? How bad has the world become when teens assault a man with baseball bats and leave the man in critical condition in the hospital as told in a local news story? When these teens that are supposed to face felonious assault charges have not been arrested? I’m sure the answer is obvious.
A scary thought is that the perpetrators are about my age. Obviously, I am not going to go beat the perpetrators with baseball bats because that would make me no better than those who committed the crime. In the words of Mahatma Ghandi, “An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.” However, retribution is not what is needed; justice is needed.
In a circumstance like this, where the man, the father of the son these teens wished to “finish a fight with,” is caught in an almost deadly situation, there are very few words to describe it. First, and foremost, is stupidity. The triviality of these teens’ quarrel is immense, not to mention bringing baseball bats into the fight. Bringing baseball bats to a fight is a sign of cowardice. I am not endorsing that teens bare-knuckle box their problems to a solution, but to involve weapons of any kind is cheap and despicable. Lastly, and most obvious, is tragic. That this family must suffer by watching their loved one struggle for his life in the hospital is tragic. Why is it that insignificant disputes usually lead to significant, yet horrific, outcomes?
Perhaps it is not the world we live in today, but the people that live in it. Some people, whose stories are left untold, make the world a better place to live in their own small way. However, media outlets are, for the most part, disinterested in these stories. Stories involving a tragic outcome due to a trivial quarrel usually receive the limelight.

A Trip to the Zoo...

2007-09-10T01:13:00.000-05:00

The Folsom Children’s Zoo is a fun escape from the hassles of collegiate homework. A few hours inside its boundaries are enough for anyone to relieve stress and enjoy the company of animals that are not easily found. Unlike its Omaha counterpart, the Henry Doorly Zoo, Lincoln’s Folsom Children’s Zoo is much smaller, but is still enjoyable.
One interesting event was the seal demonstration. Two trainers played with the seals, checked the seals for injuries, rewarded them with fish, and answered questions from the spectators. The seals swam with tremendous speed and amazed spectators by hopping through hoops.
Possibly my favorite encounter of the day occurred at the baboon exhibit. In a zoo, one might expect animals in captivity to be inactive…or that is what I expected at least. Walking closer to the window of the exhibit, I expected to look at a group of lazy baboons: fur, tails, and big red butts. As I inched closer to the glass, so close that my nose was touching the glass, two of the baboons charged the glass at my position. These baboons startled me slightly, and after they retreated from the glass, I returned to my position close to the window. Once again, the baboons charged. I was in awe and amused at the baboon’s attempts to attack me from behind the glass. Eventually, the baboons ceased attacking the glass, realizing that their attempts to tear my goofy ears off of my head were futile. I resumed my zoo tour, almost dejectedly that the baboons refused to charge the glass anymore.
After a few short hours, the trip to the zoo was nearly complete. The only place left to stop was the gift shop. To remind me of the time well spent, I purchased a blue, stuffed spider monkey I named Alistair, which means “defender of men.” How ironic, after being a baboon’s target, that I would name a stuffed monkey the defender of men?

Post I: Discourse Surrounding the Essay

2007-09-03T16:05:00.000-05:00

"In reading an essay, I want to feel that I'm communing with a real person, and a person who cares about what he or she's writing about. The words sound sentimental and trite, but the qualities are rare. For me, the ideal essay is not an assignment, to be dispatched efficiently and intelligently, but an exploration, a questioning, an introspection."
-Alan Lightman in "The Ideal Essay"

I agree wholeheartedly with Lightman’s unique yet important concepts of the ideal essay. As a reader, I would not want the writer to droll over facts and figures pertaining to a subject with which they have no interest. In order for an essay to communicate its point in a way that I could understand, the writer would have to support their statements with facts while at the same time interject their thoughts and feelings into the essay. Lightman may be correct that the words sound sentimental and trite, but without these words, an essay is merely a large group of words strung together. Writers should not be afraid to publish their thoughts and feelings about a topic which they care dearly. By directly inserting their thoughts and feelings, writers may discover something about themselves that they did not know prior to writing the essay. Discovery ties directly into Lightman’s belief that the ideal essay is a means by which the writer can deeply examine their own mental processes and gain a better understanding of themselves. For example, a former teacher assigned me the topic of capital punishment for an essay. While performing research for this essay, I developed a vast array of knowledge about capital punishment, including reasons for why capital punishment is both good and bad. The bottom line is that after I was finished with the essay, I discovered that I am not in favor of capital punishment, and I believe this self-discovery would not have occurred if I had not written that essay. All in all, I agree with Lightman’s view that the ideal essay should feel that you are communicating with a person that cares about the discussed topic, and the essay is a means for a writer to examine themselves. As a writer, I will not be afraid to share my feelings in an essay.

Test Post

2007-08-31T14:31:00.001-05:00

First post for ENG 001, Section 7.