Fun Image

This is completely random, but today while I was laying out my image for the musical shirts I accidently made an optical illusion! I thinks is so cool. Understand this isn't what the shirt looks like. All the blue is the yellow of the shirt showing through, it helps the print guy when I set it up this way and I removed the fonts for now. Enjoy!

Water-Pop Incident

So last Friday, nearly all of us went to the U of M library, and then out for lunch for a break. My friends and I went to Chipotle, and one of my friends, who shall remain unnamed, asked for a glass for water and then filled it up with pop. She did not pay for the pop, and really nobody saw nor cared among the workers. Does Chipotle try to address this issue at all? I was just wondering. Plus, shouldn't the individual think about the ethics of what they are doing? Technically it's stealing, and I'm not trying to make my friend feel bad if she ever reads this, I was just observing. What my friend did is minor, but what about people who do things on a larger scale? I cannot name any right now, but you know what I mean? How can people in the world do things and not feel remorseful? I also wonder what other people's roles are in an issue like this, the friends for instance. We all ate together and chastised our friend for what she did but did not take any action. It was a slap on the wrist I guess you could say, and truthfully it was probably pointless because she might just go on to the next Chipotle down the road and repeat. Anyways, do we (the friends) then take responsibility for someone's choices? I know this is about stupid pop-stealing incident, but can you see where I am going with this?

What becomes of being responsible...

Does being smart and responsible at a fun gathering make you a “party-pooper”? In my case over the weekend, the answer is yes apparently. I attended a party and by 9:30 pm I was ready crash and just wanted to go home to my bed, I had been there two solid hours. My sister is the individual who made this remark, and yet I cannot understand why. Maybe she was selfish and just wanted to stay longer? Anyway, we had both endured the same long day and should both have been pretty tired. We had woken up around nine that morning, gone to school for five hours for the musical, gone shopping for an hour, and then to a neighbors' house for a taco-fiesta, only to rush home and leave for the party. I was exhausted and had made my appearance at the party, plus I was the driver and needed to be awake enough to drive, so I was just ready to leave. And all that makes me a party-pooper: the smart, responsible teen who wants to get herself, her sister, and her neighbor home safely. People do not get me sometimes...

Procrastination at it's Finest

The other day my dad made a remark about old people that got me thinking about them differently. He used to play the piano at St. Therese's for the elderly folk and said that every time he did, he would look out across the see of wrinkly faces and short-term memories and think about how these people used to be young and attractive. The women used to be “dishes” as he said, not joking. This reminded me of “Young @ Heart” because old people really are just that. You just have to look past the wrinkles, the dull stare, and the white hair. This also got me thinking what it will be like to be old, wise, and have people look at you like you're a dinasour. It will be interesting, I will make sure. But there is a heck of a lot between now and then. Any body else think about what they are going to be like as cranky old people or is that just me? Probably just me because I'm weird...

What will being old be like? :P

The other day my dad made a remark about old people that got me thinking about them differently. He used to play the piano at St. Therese's for the elderly folk and said that every time he did, he would look out across the see of wrinkly faces and short-term memories and think about how these people used to be young and attractive. The women used to be “dishes” as he said, not joking. This reminded me of “Young @ Heart” because old people really are just that. You just have to look past the wrinkles, the dull stare, and the white hair. This also got me thinking what it will be like to be old, wise, and have people look at you like you're a dinasour. It will be interesting, I will make sure. But there is a heck of a lot between now and then. Any body else think about what they are going to be like as cranky old people or is that just me? Probably just me because I'm weird...

Medium Conundrum: Again

Okay, so yet again I was watching “Medium” and found an issue to write about. In this particular episode the pyschic has a dream that a plane it going to crash, but then it doesn't because the pilot has the skill to know to turn the plane off and then back on really fast to save everyone. That might not be possible in life, but this is fictional. Anyway, this pilot who will someday in the futur save this plane loses his wife, she's murdered. And through the course of the show you find out it was him. Now then, this is where it gets tricky. The psychic has the same dream, different pilot because the other one is in jail, and the plane crashes, everyone dies. So is it it alright to let a criminal escape because he is supposed to do great things, or put them in jail where they belong for their crime? It was quite the conundrum. I was trying to think about how I would react, and I think would have let him go and then put him in jail years down the road after he had done his destined duty. Course that's bending the law, and is that okay in some situtations? And yes I understand that the crash could very well never happen, it's just a dream. Still one can only ask what if?

Perspectives

So for my ethnography I partnered up with my friend and we went to observe together. But after discussing it thoroughly decided we couldn't write our paper together because of the narrator issue. Now that our papers are nearly finished, I have begun to read hers and compare it to mine. It's really strange. She remembers things differently than I do, and it's not to say I'm right or wrong, it's just a difference of opinion. My friend thought the walls were green, I thought they were brown. She thought one of the characters had red highlights, I thought she had blond. Jackie had a blog post about altered memories which is interesting, about how one bad event can ruin a good one and things along that line, and this got me thinking about this particular post I am writing now. In a way, my partner and I had altered memories. We saw the exact same things, and yet had different accounts about our visit. The mind is a fascinating object.