For Tuesday, February 21: Writing a Verbal Snapshot (Box 18)
Write a couple paragraphs describing a place, using the example presented in Box 18 of your textbook and on the FieldWorking Web site. If you can, describe a place that relates to your research project.
The room when you first enter is small. it only has two chairs and a desk. there are a couple posters on the wall and pleanty of magazines to read while i wait. I dont have to check in so i just wait. the walls are white, kind of boring and somewhat depressing. I feel like there should be some fun colors on the wall to make you feel happy. After all it is a therapists office. The room behind the locked door is much bigger. I get my choice of where i want to sit. There is a wooden chair or a small blue and white couch. The walls are still just plain, there is one fake plant against the wall. There is a clock on one of the tables next to a box of kleenex. The rugs have a Native American feel to them, for me it doesnt seem to go with the rest of the room. It's a nice office and plesant to be in.
The room is spacious and open, one wall of windows on the north side even though no sun comes through. The fire has just been started and the smell of freshly cut burning wood has started to permeate the room and fill your nose with its delicious scent. Mom has just finished lighting the last candle and she turns to you, her smile lazily lit up by the glow of the flame just under her chin on the mantle. Dad is already sitting across the room in Grandad's old chair next to the floor lamp, lazily flicking through his Wired magazine. His glasses catch the glint of the fire and let off specks of light every once and a while. Lauren comes downstairs, smelling like Dove's cucumber and melon shampoo, clutching a book in her right hand. Her barefoot feet pad across the wood kitchen floor and onto the carpet of the family room, carrying her over to the couch where I sit. She plops down next to me and curls her feet under her, grinning at me before folding open her book and snuggling down into the other side of the couch. At last mom puts the Isle of Lost Hope cd into the player directly across from me and hits play, the notes filling the space and creating a world separate from everything else. She picks up her book and reading glasses and sits down in the brown micro suede chair right in front of the cd player. I smile to myself and turn back to my book. I love my family room.
The duck blind sits on the bank of the island looking over the lake. Only accessible from the rear; the front, sides, and roof are all covered with fresh green brush used to make the structure blend in with the backdrop of the trees on the island, only a small sliver of black can be seen from the front where the hunters can stick their upper bodies out to shoot. The dirt trail leads up to the back of the blind where a sliding green door grants you access to the inside. Upon entering, the first thing you notice is the low ceiling that makes you have to lean your head in front when you walk around. The front wall of the blind, open to the outside from about the chest up, is covered with shelves filled with cooking supplies, shotgun ammo, and about 5-6 hooks that you can lean your gun on directly in front of you. Across the back of the blind rests a few plastic outdoor chairs. With the front of the blind being an arms reach from the back, this makes the front wall perfect for resting your feet on when looking to relax. The width of the blind sufficient enough to fit 4-5 men side by side comfortably.
The small space has an oversized, overly used couch and fireplace to heat the area. It has a homey feel to it, as you can tell a loving family lives here. It smells of birch wood, and it is obvious even without looking through the singular window that the house is surrounded with a forest. The fireplace is made out of deep red brick, and looks heavily used for warmth and comfort. A quilted blanket drapes over the couch and there are homemade, mismatched pillows sitting on a wooden rocking chair adjacent to the fireplace. I won't forget to add the detail of the black and white family photos scattered around the room clad in black frames, a theme that draws your eyes into the smiling family.
Above this lounge room is a fairly large and baby blue themed room. A white crib sits in the corner, with comfortable looking blankets all around. A small loveseat sits across from the crib and a content calico kitten naps in it's favorite room out of the entire house. There is a dresser that matches the other furniture and a huge portrait of a handsome baby boy on the wall above it. Stuffed animals line the loveseat and a knocked over giraffe is in the center of the room. There is an abundance of sunlight flooding the room, giving a happy feel to it, and the large yellow rug in the center of the room accentuates this. A large mirror hangs on the closet door and it is not at all uncommon to see a cheery, wide-eyed, chubby-cheeked baby in a onesie smiling back at you when looking into it.
When first entering this room, a person can get a sense of stepping into the future. It smells like a typical clinic; clean, sterile, and without comfort. The room is huge and has a high ceiling and windows toward the top of the building. The room is always bright, with its white walls, white tile floor, and high windows and lights, it seems to never go dark. The room itself is sectioned off into two sides, right and left, and on each side are three main rows, and each row has two sides, front and back, full of ugly brown beds. These beds are not beds to sleep on, they are dipped in the middle so that when sitting in them, a person's feet are raised and the head rests against the back. Beside each bed is a machine that has all kinds of gadgets and tubing that when activated, makes whirling and clicking sounds. Each machine has a number, and people who choose to go here are ushered to one of the beds by a phlebotomist dressed in white lab coat with scrubs underneath, wearing a clear face/head guard visor. Then after careful examination of the arms and prepping the area, the person is stuck with a needle and hooked up to the machine. After a minute or so of adjusting, the machine starts taking the person's blood, aided by the pumping of the persons hand until the cycle is over and the blood is returned, minus the plasma. Then the process is repeated, and repeated until their donation is complete. This after all is the Bio Life center for donating plasma.
Just a simple bedroom is where an obese individual can feel the most self-conscious. Everything in the room is typical of a 17 year old female teenager; Posters of Edward and Jacob, pictures of friends all around the room, laptop and desk, clothes everywhere, and finally the mirror. The mirror in which she studies herself more than she’s ever studied for a test. The mirror where she criticized herself because she didn’t like what she saw. Whether or not she is obese, society made her believe that she was. The mirror was just a constant reminder of how she doesn’t fit into society.
The room is spacious cream room with a very tall domed ceiling with a black rod iron candle chandelier on top. The floor is shinny dark oak with a cream area rug by the fireplace. On the wall above the fireplace there is a landscape painting and garland that rest on the ledge on top of a roaring fire, as it is Christmas Eve. It illuminates the whole room and gives it a warm and comforting glow. A white grand piano with the manger scene is on top is in the front left corner, where just ten minutes ago, my little cousin was showing off her talent. There is a low glass and wooden coffee table that normally has a large vase of fake pink, white, and green flowers and the large book of French chateaus have been placed on the floor off to the side and is replaced by brightly covered present waiting to be passed out to the grandchildren. A 20-foot tall Christmas tree with white lights and what seems like hundred of colorful ornaments is in the back left corners with mounds of presents just waiting to be opened. Behind it, the wall is three French door with light yellow curtain pulled to each side, and through is you can see snow falling lightly. There is a couch that is long and cream with white, yellow, and blue pillows. That you sink low once you sit down. The other couch is a light yellow with the same colored pillows with a yellow blanket over one arm of the chair. Both couches are filled with members of my family, my mom and dad, my brothers and sister, aunts, uncles, and cousins. My grandmother sits on the floor with both legs to the side and happily passes out presents to my eagerly waiting cousins. Wrapping soon begins to cover the floor that is ignored until later by the adults. My grandpa sit in a peach colored armchair and happily watches the contained chaos. As I sit on my grandparent’s couch, with my Godmother on one side, and one of my cousins on the other, I can’t help but feel, if there is heaven on earth, this is it.
The air swirls with the tan and white specks of sand, picked up by the suttle wind that is making its way across the desert. The sun beats down on the tents set up on the ground below. People dressed in brown outfits that match the sand that they walk on, mill about the camp. Some sit in groups, talking and laughing, others sit at a computer, messing on facebook or something that helps distract them. A tank sits along the outskirts of camp, ready and waiting until the time it will be used.
You close your eyes and take a deep fresh breath of air. You open your eyes and see a gentle green slope leading to a deep blue lake. Inside this screened in porch you feel a gentle breeze nudge your face in the heat of summer. You see a cushioned bench long and wide enough to sleep on suggesting comfort and a welcoming atmosphere. All the furniture is deep warm earthy tones relaxing your subconscious. There is a small table making this space functional and an antique boat engine in the corner for an eclectic feel. More than any detail could describe. you feel this room: open, bright, and warm. You feel free from cares, almost from the world itself. It calms the soul. I could tell you it's a white room with a few chairs, a bench, and a table, but it's more than words. Its a sensation that relaxes every muscle. This is my back porch.
When first entering the RB369, my attention would firstly been caught by the large panel television on the wall near the window. The shinny, big and black panel TV is so conspicuous that everyone enters the room would admire it. Moving my sight away from the television and looking around the room, I think this is not a big one. But it gives me a spacious feel. Maybe that’s because no one was in there. This room is a computer lab in Robert Bell building so it has several computers around the entire room. Now two computers lie along the wall that is perpendicular to the door and are behind the computer cases. RB369 had more computers last semester but someone moved them out. Those who moved computers also relocated the tables in it. Three tables are putting together along the wall by the door so that they make a large working table. In the same way there are other two tables that have been laid in the inner corner. Another square table is lying in the middle of the room. If I stop watching around the room, it may seem to be boring. At the corner, there is a tree by the television. The tree embellishes the commonplace lab with its green. The tree is planted in a garden pot. It is not tall I guess that is because it lacks sunshine and fresh air.
I walk in the front door, and immediately smell a mixture of cooked vegetables and grains. The TV would be on, an old black and white film or a news show playing across the screen. I walk to the right, to the back of the house, and my grandfather is either sitting in his usual chair in the living room, with headphones on listening to his old classical music records, or he’s in the kitchen cooking a meal. He’s often doing this when I come over. On the walls are paintings of landscapes, or old Indian paintings. He’s a big fan of those. The walls are a stark white, but with the amount of pictures and furniture, you wouldn’t find it immediately obvious. He often keeps his blinds closed, and few lights on, so the house remains dark, yet calming. Genealogy records and papers about our family history are strewn across the table in the living room; the one that sits in front of his favorite chair. One of my favorite things about this place is the organized chaos. As the records and papers are strewn, so are the pencils, rulers, and tiny poems that my grandfather writes. Everything adds to the genius. All of these mentioned details make up why I love this house. I can go to my grandfather and talk to him for hours about our family history, why one family member did acted the way they did towards another. I sit in the chair across from his favorite, and just talk to him. I see the old record player; I see the old china cabinet filled with pieces of family history from the farm he used to own with my grandmother; I see history most of all. Perhaps what I love most about going to my grandfather’s house is the fact that I’m walking into a piece of history every time. I find something new to ask him about and there is a story behind it. He has a tape for every episode of every show I used to love as a kid, and books on every subject imaginable. The whole house is one big artifact that I can discover piece by piece, and I love doing so every time I go there. This is my grandfather’s house.
Walking into the room, you smell alcohol and cigarette smoke. It is dark and very hot. The room, normally spacious, feels cluttered with random things thrown on the floor. The television is turned onto a Spanish telenovela with the volume turned up loudly. The light from the moon only highlights vague shadows, allowing the television to do most of the work. Walking deeper into the room, stepping over fallen objects, that's when you can see two people. Barely visible, you can see them both on the bed opposite the door. That's when you can hear the noises and realize what's going on. Very upset, you quietly leave, going unnoticed. I still feel uncomfortable going in my dorm room.
When you first enter the room you see a lot of clutter. There are dirty clothes on the ground, papers all over the desk, but it always smells good in there. It is a very refreshing scent and that is because candles light up the room and also give it a fresh fragrance. The television is always on and there is a bathroom in the back right hand corner. It feels like there is always someone in the room so it is very hard to find privacy. Cluttered with random debris and clothing.
Walking into a large, crowded, and loud room, you could smell the fryer from the other side of the room cooking processed foods. You notice the large amounts of seats and tables in the room. Walking to the other end of the room, you notice why there are so many seats. You come to find many children lined up waiting for fatty foods to be put on trays for them. One by one, the children would walk out to the tables and consume the filth on their trays. The children ignorantly eat and talk with their friends, not knowing how much harder their hearts will have to pump after they eat the food. This is our everyday cafeteria in a elementary school.
As one walks into the master, tan room the smell of a warm vanilla candle burning mixed with a little bit of body odor is prevalent. There is a large bed in the corner full of red and green pillows and fuzzy blankets. There is a large, flat screen TV mounted on the wall. The nightstand, located on the right side, beside the bed is covered with a lamp, the remote, a cell phone, candle, a glass of water and pills. Right in front of the night stand and close to the bed is a wheel chair. To the left side of the bed is a sixty four by twenty eight inch window looking out on a woody, creek area. It is a warm summer night sun set gleaming through the window and reflecting off the walls. There is a tan love seat with a Yorkie laying on it in another corner. There are four pictures in a perfect square on the wall across from the bed. The ceiling is pointed and relatively high. There is a big, circular light with a fan up there. On the bed there is a six foot three, one fifty lb, forty five year old white male. He has a breathing mask on, sitting up, typing a story on his computer.There is a female nurse sitting on the wooden rocking chair watching TV in the middle of the room. It is a cozy, yet sad atmosphere.
The small room has the remains of a teenager. The walls are filled with posters of his favorite sports superstars. The blue jean denim walls reflect the sunlight that pierces through the windows two room. The cozy room supports your feet with a light colored hard wood floor. A queen size bed sits in the corner laced with silk sheets and silk pillow cases. The bed has a brown pineapple frame with a matching nightstand sitting right next to it. To the left right when you walk in the door there is a closet vacant of most of it’s usual clothes. To the right of the closet is a movie stand that matches the color of the hard wood floor. To the right of the movie stand in between the rooms two windows, sits a matching desk. The desk is filled with books and working items that are used by a student.
Outside that room is a rather larger room filled with many utilities, appliances, and pieces of furniture. In the middle of the room sits an island with place matts for someone to eat at. Behind the island sits a dinner table with a large vase center piece with flowers inside it. Three windows and a door that leads out onto a deck lets the sun illuminate the room with sunlight. The room also has a counter top with the appliances of a kitchen. A refrigerator and pantry both sit next to the counter top.
As i walked into the room i seen a kid on a computer playing a violent game. It smells like potato chips and body odor. He is sitting in front of a huge flat screen monitor in which the game is being played on. The loud noise is carrying and all you can hear are gunshots coming from the speakers. The kid is in the zone. The only thing heard over the speakers is the kids yelling whenever he is killed.
As one approaches through the dark slender alley way, stained with faint traces of aged graffiti on either brick wall; A low dull roar of subwolfers can be heard amongst the cheers of people. As one transverses what is the final resting place of many broke bottles, candy wrappers, cigarette butts; a feeling of excitement rises as they near the other end of the alley way. For this is where a doorman man is found standing with the bold letters SECURITY across his shirt, letting people in a small dilapidated steal door. Once past the door a roar of music smacks one's senses, almost like sleeping and having ice cold water being thrown on you. The first sight that can be made out is the purple and neon green lights running through the haze of smoke and sweat from the people in the building. It is to dark to make out individual human faces as one makes their way through the throngs of people. A stage can be made out with musicians standing readying their instruments and preparing for their performance. This is Doc's in downtown Muncie on a Thursday night.
On the seventh floor of a tall dormitory complex you hear boisterous laughter filtering through even the thick concrete walls and heavy wooden doors. It is a normal weeknight and two roommates sit in the comfort of their dorm. One young women tends to her homework, the other to Facebook and StumbleUpon, both deadly study-breaking habits. As one giggles away the other tries hard to push back her urge to assume the same activity. Suddenly you can hear pounding on one of the neighboring doors and then a loud voice, "Opennn up!" Then a few random screams and a thud or two. "Hahahaha, No! It was Petey!" People are talking and yelling nonsense, the girls have heard it all before and don't even budge when the people in the hall begin running and banging on the walls all the way down the hall. Inside the room, music is playing. There are posters and dry-erase boards, TV's and and a futon, food and all the comforts of home. To the girls, It is their home for the next school year.
Fieldworking: Box 18 I decided to observe my friends at a study session for the upcoming Japanese test. My friends, Danielle, and Brittany, are offering up their room for the purpose. Danielle, Brittany, Kasha, Somer, Emiko, and I are all present. It is late, around nine-thirty. I am not sure for how long we will be studying. The main overhead light is on and we are all gathered in a messy circle around the perimeter of the room. Some of us lounge on the floor and others occupy the chairs or Danielle’s bed. We all have our textbooks and various notes from class. Nakama 2 for most of us, but Danielle is one class behind us so she is still using Nakama 1B. There is music playing in the background; Persona 4, from what I know of it. It does not seem to be bothering anyone though.
I am mainly desiring to observe speech patterns among my friends in both English and Japanese. Some of them are better speakers than others. We all have some issues with the multiple grammar points we will be tested on. We practice reading aloud and kanji first. Those who are satisfied with their skills tune out the lesson and begin to browse tumblr on their laptops. The only one who seems to have the accent down is Emiko but that should not really be surprising, and I doubt it is for anyone present.
Our study session lasts about an hour and a half. By that time, interest is waning and tumblr becomes too seductive for most of us to resist. Fortunately, we managed to make it through all of the grammar points. We end by wishing one another good luck and breaking into smaller groups to switch gears to something more social and less study-oriented.
You board the plane, you arrive at your destination and then you drive to the final location. You arrive in beautiful town, seemingly always sunny and warm weathered. Their are local shops and plenty of things to find your self procrastinating in. Whether it be the chocolate shop, Karma's cafe, or Brenda's bakery, you are always surrounded by kind people that love to wake up in the morning and read their newspaper and drink their coffee. To some this might seem a bit like heaven, no, but it is a small piece. This is Folsom, California. The purpose which I am here for is both business and pleasure. A week full of education on the drum set by one of the greatest drummers/educators, Mike Johnston. Alongside me are 7 other people from all over the world. The first time we walk into the studio facility, we are all amazed and excited like a kid on Christmas morning. We climb up the few flights of outdoor stairs of this beautiful complex composed of multiple private businesses and enter the studio. A welcoming lobby with a flat screen television on the wall paralleled to a soft inviting black leather couch and chair with about the last three issues of every drum magazine on the coffee table at your feet. Next room would be the practice room. Two drum sets are set up right next to each other with another couch and table also in the room. As you enter the main studio, a flash of yellow-orange is painted on the upper half of 3/4's of the walls, the lower covered in studio foam. To your right is another practice room with three electronic drum sets and to your left is the main rise with the main house drum kit. A work of art of its own, all hooked up and ran through the computer room on the other side of a glass window. There lies the controls and everything electronic that enables sound and video and live streaming. A beautiful and fun facility and town to say the least. A little slice of heaven in the heart of Folsom, California. If you can listen, you will hear the quite rumble of a mr. Johnny Cash singing a little blues song.
The room when you first enter is small. it only has two chairs and a desk. there are a couple posters on the wall and pleanty of magazines to read while i wait. I dont have to check in so i just wait. the walls are white, kind of boring and somewhat depressing. I feel like there should be some fun colors on the wall to make you feel happy. After all it is a therapists office.
ReplyDeleteThe room behind the locked door is much bigger. I get my choice of where i want to sit. There is a wooden chair or a small blue and white couch. The walls are still just plain, there is one fake plant against the wall. There is a clock on one of the tables next to a box of kleenex. The rugs have a Native American feel to them, for me it doesnt seem to go with the rest of the room. It's a nice office and plesant to be in.
The room is spacious and open, one wall of windows on the north side even though no sun comes through. The fire has just been started and the smell of freshly cut burning wood has started to permeate the room and fill your nose with its delicious scent. Mom has just finished lighting the last candle and she turns to you, her smile lazily lit up by the glow of the flame just under her chin on the mantle. Dad is already sitting across the room in Grandad's old chair next to the floor lamp, lazily flicking through his Wired magazine. His glasses catch the glint of the fire and let off specks of light every once and a while.
ReplyDeleteLauren comes downstairs, smelling like Dove's cucumber and melon shampoo, clutching a book in her right hand. Her barefoot feet pad across the wood kitchen floor and onto the carpet of the family room, carrying her over to the couch where I sit. She plops down next to me and curls her feet under her, grinning at me before folding open her book and snuggling down into the other side of the couch.
At last mom puts the Isle of Lost Hope cd into the player directly across from me and hits play, the notes filling the space and creating a world separate from everything else. She picks up her book and reading glasses and sits down in the brown micro suede chair right in front of the cd player.
I smile to myself and turn back to my book.
I love my family room.
The duck blind sits on the bank of the island looking over the lake. Only accessible from the rear; the front, sides, and roof are all covered with fresh green brush used to make the structure blend in with the backdrop of the trees on the island, only a small sliver of black can be seen from the front where the hunters can stick their upper bodies out to shoot. The dirt trail leads up to the back of the blind where a sliding green door grants you access to the inside.
ReplyDeleteUpon entering, the first thing you notice is the low ceiling that makes you have to lean your head in front when you walk around. The front wall of the blind, open to the outside from about the chest up, is covered with shelves filled with cooking supplies, shotgun ammo, and about 5-6 hooks that you can lean your gun on directly in front of you. Across the back of the blind rests a few plastic outdoor chairs. With the front of the blind being an arms reach from the back, this makes the front wall perfect for resting your feet on when looking to relax. The width of the blind sufficient enough to fit 4-5 men side by side comfortably.
The small space has an oversized, overly used couch and fireplace to heat the area. It has a homey feel to it, as you can tell a loving family lives here. It smells of birch wood, and it is obvious even without looking through the singular window that the house is surrounded with a forest. The fireplace is made out of deep red brick, and looks heavily used for warmth and comfort. A quilted blanket drapes over the couch and there are homemade, mismatched pillows sitting on a wooden rocking chair adjacent to the fireplace. I won't forget to add the detail of the black and white family photos scattered around the room clad in black frames, a theme that draws your eyes into the smiling family.
ReplyDeleteAbove this lounge room is a fairly large and baby blue themed room. A white crib sits in the corner, with comfortable looking blankets all around. A small loveseat sits across from the crib and a content calico kitten naps in it's favorite room out of the entire house. There is a dresser that matches the other furniture and a huge portrait of a handsome baby boy on the wall above it. Stuffed animals line the loveseat and a knocked over giraffe is in the center of the room. There is an abundance of sunlight flooding the room, giving a happy feel to it, and the large yellow rug in the center of the room accentuates this. A large mirror hangs on the closet door and it is not at all uncommon to see a cheery, wide-eyed, chubby-cheeked baby in a onesie smiling back at you when looking into it.
When first entering this room, a person can get a sense of stepping into the future. It smells like a typical clinic; clean, sterile, and without comfort. The room is huge and has a high ceiling and windows toward the top of the building. The room is always bright, with its white walls, white tile floor, and high windows and lights, it seems to never go dark. The room itself is sectioned off into two sides, right and left, and on each side are three main rows, and each row has two sides, front and back, full of ugly brown beds. These beds are not beds to sleep on, they are dipped in the middle so that when sitting in them, a person's feet are raised and the head rests against the back. Beside each bed is a machine that has all kinds of gadgets and tubing that when activated, makes whirling and clicking sounds. Each machine has a number, and people who choose to go here are ushered to one of the beds by a phlebotomist dressed in white lab coat with scrubs underneath, wearing a clear face/head guard visor. Then after careful examination of the arms and prepping the area, the person is stuck with a needle and hooked up to the machine. After a minute or so of adjusting, the machine starts taking the person's blood, aided by the pumping of the persons hand until the cycle is over and the blood is returned, minus the plasma. Then the process is repeated, and repeated until their donation is complete. This after all is the Bio Life center for donating plasma.
ReplyDeleteJust a simple bedroom is where an obese individual can feel the most self-conscious. Everything in the room is typical of a 17 year old female teenager; Posters of Edward and Jacob, pictures of friends all around the room, laptop and desk, clothes everywhere, and finally the mirror. The mirror in which she studies herself more than she’s ever studied for a test. The mirror where she criticized herself because she didn’t like what she saw. Whether or not she is obese, society made her believe that she was. The mirror was just a constant reminder of how she doesn’t fit into society.
ReplyDeleteThe room is spacious cream room with a very tall domed ceiling with a black rod iron candle chandelier on top. The floor is shinny dark oak with a cream area rug by the fireplace. On the wall above the fireplace there is a landscape painting and garland that rest on the ledge on top of a roaring fire, as it is Christmas Eve. It illuminates the whole room and gives it a warm and comforting glow. A white grand piano with the manger scene is on top is in the front left corner, where just ten minutes ago, my little cousin was showing off her talent. There is a low glass and wooden coffee table that normally has a large vase of fake pink, white, and green flowers and the large book of French chateaus have been placed on the floor off to the side and is replaced by brightly covered present waiting to be passed out to the grandchildren. A 20-foot tall Christmas tree with white lights and what seems like hundred of colorful ornaments is in the back left corners with mounds of presents just waiting to be opened. Behind it, the wall is three French door with light yellow curtain pulled to each side, and through is you can see snow falling lightly. There is a couch that is long and cream with white, yellow, and blue pillows. That you sink low once you sit down. The other couch is a light yellow with the same colored pillows with a yellow blanket over one arm of the chair.
ReplyDeleteBoth couches are filled with members of my family, my mom and dad, my brothers and sister, aunts, uncles, and cousins. My grandmother sits on the floor with both legs to the side and happily passes out presents to my eagerly waiting cousins. Wrapping soon begins to cover the floor that is ignored until later by the adults. My grandpa sit in a peach colored armchair and happily watches the contained chaos.
As I sit on my grandparent’s couch, with my Godmother on one side, and one of my cousins on the other, I can’t help but feel, if there is heaven on earth, this is it.
The air swirls with the tan and white specks of sand, picked up by the suttle wind that is making its way across the desert. The sun beats down on the tents set up on the ground below. People dressed in brown outfits that match the sand that they walk on, mill about the camp. Some sit in groups, talking and laughing, others sit at a computer, messing on facebook or something that helps distract them. A tank sits along the outskirts of camp, ready and waiting until the time it will be used.
ReplyDeleteYou close your eyes and take a deep fresh breath of air. You open your eyes and see a gentle green slope leading to a deep blue lake. Inside this screened in porch you feel a gentle breeze nudge your face in the heat of summer. You see a cushioned bench long and wide enough to sleep on suggesting comfort and a welcoming atmosphere. All the furniture is deep warm earthy tones relaxing your subconscious.
ReplyDeleteThere is a small table making this space functional and an antique boat engine in the corner for an eclectic feel. More than any detail could describe. you feel this room: open, bright, and warm. You feel free from cares, almost from the world itself. It calms the soul. I could tell you it's a white room with a few chairs, a bench, and a table, but it's more than words. Its a sensation that relaxes every muscle. This is my back porch.
When first entering the RB369, my attention would firstly been caught by the large panel television on the wall near the window. The shinny, big and black panel TV is so conspicuous that everyone enters the room would admire it.
ReplyDeleteMoving my sight away from the television and looking around the room, I think this is not a big one. But it gives me a spacious feel. Maybe that’s because no one was in there. This room is a computer lab in Robert Bell building so it has several computers around the entire room. Now two computers lie along the wall that is perpendicular to the door and are behind the computer cases. RB369 had more computers last semester but someone moved them out. Those who moved computers also relocated the tables in it. Three tables are putting together along the wall by the door so that they make a large working table. In the same way there are other two tables that have been laid in the inner corner. Another square table is lying in the middle of the room.
If I stop watching around the room, it may seem to be boring. At the corner, there is a tree by the television. The tree embellishes the commonplace lab with its green. The tree is planted in a garden pot. It is not tall I guess that is because it lacks sunshine and fresh air.
I walk in the front door, and immediately smell a mixture of cooked vegetables and grains. The TV would be on, an old black and white film or a news show playing across the screen. I walk to the right, to the back of the house, and my grandfather is either sitting in his usual chair in the living room, with headphones on listening to his old classical music records, or he’s in the kitchen cooking a meal. He’s often doing this when I come over. On the walls are paintings of landscapes, or old Indian paintings. He’s a big fan of those. The walls are a stark white, but with the amount of pictures and furniture, you wouldn’t find it immediately obvious. He often keeps his blinds closed, and few lights on, so the house remains dark, yet calming. Genealogy records and papers about our family history are strewn across the table in the living room; the one that sits in front of his favorite chair.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite things about this place is the organized chaos. As the records and papers are strewn, so are the pencils, rulers, and tiny poems that my grandfather writes. Everything adds to the genius. All of these mentioned details make up why I love this house. I can go to my grandfather and talk to him for hours about our family history, why one family member did acted the way they did towards another. I sit in the chair across from his favorite, and just talk to him. I see the old record player; I see the old china cabinet filled with pieces of family history from the farm he used to own with my grandmother; I see history most of all. Perhaps what I love most about going to my grandfather’s house is the fact that I’m walking into a piece of history every time. I find something new to ask him about and there is a story behind it. He has a tape for every episode of every show I used to love as a kid, and books on every subject imaginable. The whole house is one big artifact that I can discover piece by piece, and I love doing so every time I go there. This is my grandfather’s house.
Walking into the room, you smell alcohol and cigarette smoke. It is dark and very hot. The room, normally spacious, feels cluttered with random things thrown on the floor. The television is turned onto a Spanish telenovela with the volume turned up loudly. The light from the moon only highlights vague shadows, allowing the television to do most of the work.
ReplyDeleteWalking deeper into the room, stepping over fallen objects, that's when you can see two people. Barely visible, you can see them both on the bed opposite the door. That's when you can hear the noises and realize what's going on. Very upset, you quietly leave, going unnoticed. I still feel uncomfortable going in my dorm room.
When you first enter the room you see a lot of clutter. There are dirty clothes on the ground, papers all over the desk, but it always smells good in there. It is a very refreshing scent and that is because candles light up the room and also give it a fresh fragrance. The television is always on and there is a bathroom in the back right hand corner. It feels like there is always someone in the room so it is very hard to find privacy. Cluttered with random debris and clothing.
ReplyDeleteWalking into a large, crowded, and loud room, you could smell the fryer from the other side of the room cooking processed foods. You notice the large amounts of seats and tables in the room. Walking to the other end of the room, you notice why there are so many seats. You come to find many children lined up waiting for fatty foods to be put on trays for them. One by one, the children would walk out to the tables and consume the filth on their trays. The children ignorantly eat and talk with their friends, not knowing how much harder their hearts will have to pump after they eat the food. This is our everyday cafeteria in a elementary school.
ReplyDeleteAs one walks into the master, tan room the smell of a warm vanilla candle burning mixed with a little bit of body odor is prevalent. There is a large bed in the corner full of red and green pillows and fuzzy blankets. There is a large, flat screen TV mounted on the wall. The nightstand, located on the right side, beside the bed is covered with a lamp, the remote, a cell phone, candle, a glass of water and pills. Right in front of the night stand and close to the bed is a wheel chair. To the left side of the bed is a sixty four by twenty eight inch window looking out on a woody, creek area. It is a warm summer night sun set gleaming through the window and reflecting off the walls. There is a tan love seat with a Yorkie laying on it in another corner. There are four pictures in a perfect square on the wall across from the bed. The ceiling is pointed and relatively high. There is a big, circular light with a fan up there. On the bed there is a six foot three, one fifty lb, forty five year old white male. He has a breathing mask on, sitting up, typing a story on his computer.There is a female nurse sitting on the wooden rocking chair watching TV in the middle of the room. It is a cozy, yet sad atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteThe small room has the remains of a teenager. The walls are filled with posters of his favorite sports superstars. The blue jean denim walls reflect the sunlight that pierces through the windows two room. The cozy room supports your feet with a light colored hard wood floor. A queen size bed sits in the corner laced with silk sheets and silk pillow cases. The bed has a brown pineapple frame with a matching nightstand sitting right next to it. To the left right when you walk in the door there is a closet vacant of most of it’s usual clothes. To the right of the closet is a movie stand that matches the color of the hard wood floor. To the right of the movie stand in between the rooms two windows, sits a matching desk. The desk is filled with books and working items that are used by a student.
ReplyDeleteOutside that room is a rather larger room filled with many utilities, appliances, and pieces of furniture. In the middle of the room sits an island with place matts for someone to eat at. Behind the island sits a dinner table with a large vase center piece with flowers inside it. Three windows and a door that leads out onto a deck lets the sun illuminate the room with sunlight. The room also has a counter top with the appliances of a kitchen. A refrigerator and pantry both sit next to the counter top.
As i walked into the room i seen a kid on a computer playing a violent game. It smells like potato chips and body odor. He is sitting in front of a huge flat screen monitor in which the game is being played on.
ReplyDeleteThe loud noise is carrying and all you can hear are gunshots coming from the speakers. The kid is in the zone. The only thing heard over the speakers is the kids yelling whenever he is killed.
As one approaches through the dark slender alley way, stained with faint traces of aged graffiti on either brick wall; A low dull roar of subwolfers can be heard amongst the cheers of people. As one transverses what is the final resting place of many broke bottles, candy wrappers, cigarette butts; a feeling of excitement rises as they near the other end of the alley way. For this is where a doorman man is found standing with the bold letters SECURITY across his shirt, letting people in a small dilapidated steal door. Once past the door a roar of music smacks one's senses, almost like sleeping and having ice cold water being thrown on you. The first sight that can be made out is the purple and neon green lights running through the haze of smoke and sweat from the people in the building. It is to dark to make out individual human faces as one makes their way through the throngs of people. A stage can be made out with musicians standing readying their instruments and preparing for their performance. This is Doc's in downtown Muncie on a Thursday night.
ReplyDeleteOn the seventh floor of a tall dormitory complex you hear boisterous laughter filtering through even the thick concrete walls and heavy wooden doors. It is a normal weeknight and two roommates sit in the comfort of their dorm. One young women tends to her homework, the other to Facebook and StumbleUpon, both deadly study-breaking habits. As one giggles away the other tries hard to push back her urge to assume the same activity. Suddenly you can hear pounding on one of the neighboring doors and then a loud voice, "Opennn up!" Then a few random screams and a thud or two. "Hahahaha, No! It was Petey!" People are talking and yelling nonsense, the girls have heard it all before and don't even budge when the people in the hall begin running and banging on the walls all the way down the hall. Inside the room, music is playing. There are posters and dry-erase boards, TV's and and a futon, food and all the comforts of home. To the girls, It is their home for the next school year.
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I decided to observe my friends at a study session for the upcoming Japanese test. My friends, Danielle, and Brittany, are offering up their room for the purpose. Danielle, Brittany, Kasha, Somer, Emiko, and I are all present. It is late, around nine-thirty. I am not sure for how long we will be studying. The main overhead light is on and we are all gathered in a messy circle around the perimeter of the room. Some of us lounge on the floor and others occupy the chairs or Danielle’s bed. We all have our textbooks and various notes from class. Nakama 2 for most of us, but Danielle is one class behind us so she is still using Nakama 1B. There is music playing in the background; Persona 4, from what I know of it. It does not seem to be bothering anyone though.
I am mainly desiring to observe speech patterns among my friends in both English and Japanese. Some of them are better speakers than others. We all have some issues with the multiple grammar points we will be tested on. We practice reading aloud and kanji first. Those who are satisfied with their skills tune out the lesson and begin to browse tumblr on their laptops. The only one who seems to have the accent down is Emiko but that should not really be surprising, and I doubt it is for anyone present.
Our study session lasts about an hour and a half. By that time, interest is waning and tumblr becomes too seductive for most of us to resist. Fortunately, we managed to make it through all of the grammar points. We end by wishing one another good luck and breaking into smaller groups to switch gears to something more social and less study-oriented.
You board the plane, you arrive at your destination and then you drive to the final location. You arrive in beautiful town, seemingly always sunny and warm weathered. Their are local shops and plenty of things to find your self procrastinating in. Whether it be the chocolate shop, Karma's cafe, or Brenda's bakery, you are always surrounded by kind people that love to wake up in the morning and read their newspaper and drink their coffee. To some this might seem a bit like heaven, no, but it is a small piece. This is Folsom, California.
ReplyDeleteThe purpose which I am here for is both business and pleasure. A week full of education on the drum set by one of the greatest drummers/educators, Mike Johnston. Alongside me are 7 other people from all over the world. The first time we walk into the studio facility, we are all amazed and excited like a kid on Christmas morning. We climb up the few flights of outdoor stairs of this beautiful complex composed of multiple private businesses and enter the studio. A welcoming lobby with a flat screen television on the wall paralleled to a soft inviting black leather couch and chair with about the last three issues of every drum magazine on the coffee table at your feet. Next room would be the practice room. Two drum sets are set up right next to each other with another couch and table also in the room. As you enter the main studio, a flash of yellow-orange is painted on the upper half of 3/4's of the walls, the lower covered in studio foam. To your right is another practice room with three electronic drum sets and to your left is the main rise with the main house drum kit. A work of art of its own, all hooked up and ran through the computer room on the other side of a glass window. There lies the controls and everything electronic that enables sound and video and live streaming. A beautiful and fun facility and town to say the least. A little slice of heaven in the heart of Folsom, California. If you can listen, you will hear the quite rumble of a mr. Johnny Cash singing a little blues song.