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Sunday, April 19, 2009

thought: "eradicate this font" what?!

Ban Comic Sans?
It's awful and silly!

I used to love Comic Sans in first grade (now, I've clearly moved on, but I can't dislike a font that's given me so much nostalgia). I was considered creative compared to the other kids in the class that used Arial and Times New Roman--I don't think they knew how to change the font (we used to use the brand new, shiny blue/red apple computers with floppy disks back then). 

Silly, it is that there is a hate group against a font. It's like an over-played song on the radio--James Blunt said this about "You're Beautiful"--if you don't like the song, turn off the radio. Let it be the same with fonts: if you don't like the font printed, close your eyes or glare at it and suck it up. Lordie, people get riled up for most futile things nowadays. Can't we just channel such zeal and enthusiasm to more important topics, such as child abuse, genocide, and other worldly issues?


-lilxerica

Thursday, April 16, 2009

essay: johari window

Haha,
I guess I did finally do my psych essay.

No time to edit.
Ah, well. We'll take everything in steps.

The Johari Window:
Window to Becoming Aware of Oneself


The Johari Window is essentially a window to one’s awareness of oneself in terms of personality trait expression and serves as a useful tool in understanding how information is given and received in relationships. The model is basically, a rectangular figure divided into four distinct sections: the Arena/Open, the Blind Spot, the Façade, and the Unknown. In developing a Johari Window, peers of the subject are asked to select five or six personality traits from a set list that they believe best describe the target individual, whom already selected traits about him/herself. After several peers have evaluated the person, the window begins to take form.

The Arena/Open area describes the quadrant in which information is known about the individual under mutual terms between the public and him/herself. The Blind Spot represents the section where characteristics that are perceived by others are present, but not known by the subject. In the third quadrant, the façade dwells, where traits about the individual are avoided or hidden and not known by the public. Lastly, the Unknown contains information that remains inexistent and yet to be elicited.

Developed in the 1950’s by Joseph Luft and Harry Ingham, the Johari Window is appropriately named with the combination of the model’s creators (Joseph + Harry = JoHari) and remains a new contribution to the world of psychology and work. When viewing the grid, the method of benefiting from such heavily supports ideas of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Passing the bottom of the pyramid and going directly to the top of Maslow’s diagram, the Johari Window emphasizes on self-improvement and in Maslow’s case, self-actualization. In addition to the humanistic approach of becoming better people, the Johari Window may also be incorporated into Freud’s theories of the unconscious in respect to the Unknown area of the model. Freud also thought consciousness is like the tip of the iceberg with vast area containing our judgment, morals, and unconscious beneath. In a way, the Johari Window maps out the little details that can help reveal the iceberg or expand our sense of reality and act accordingly.

The goal of the model is to simply help people understand themselves and others; and through mutual understanding, optimize productivity within the working place. New teams begin with larger hidden and unknown areas with blind spots slowly forming from first impressions. Overtime, team members’ should be evoked by either self-discovery (bringing into the hidden), others’ observation (into the blind spot), or together as a team (into the arena). It is advised that a good team have a large Arena of openness and understanding in comparison of other quadrants. A large hidden area and blind spot signifies that members are distant.

In order to expand the Arena and minimize the other sections, feedback and self-disclosure is important in a group or environment. Feedback solicitation gives others a chance to express how they feel about an individual with open ears to listen and make changes. Self-disclosure is all about telling others about oneself in an effort to gain interest and information to bond.

Although the Johari Window provides a great method for evaluating the growth of closeness and openness within a team, such results render useless if members of a team or individuals are unwilling to act upon the newfound information of the model. More disadvantages of the window include the competence of those evaluating—for example, do participants know the difference between being knowledgeable versus intelligent? Of the provided list of fifty-five adjectives, how many may be perceived as synonyms of each other? Such items need to be taken into consideration.

Overall, some may view the Johari Window as a silly activity where individuals fish for compliments, and in that way, the model may be seen as a singularly appreciable exercise, but others may walk away with something more—the seed of motivation for their quests for self-actualization and improvement.


Lilxerica's Johari Window

Arena

(known to self and others)

complex, intelligent, observant, patient, reflective, self-assertive

Blind Spot

(known only to others)

able, accepting, adaptable, bold, calm, caring, cheerful, clever, confident, dependable, dignified, energetic, extroverted, friendly, giving, happy, helpful, idealistic, independent, kind, knowledgeable, logical, loving, mature, modest, organised, relaxed, religious, sensible, sympathetic, trustworthy, warm, wise, witty

Façade

(known only to self)

Unknown

(known to nobody)

brave, ingenious, introverted, nervous, powerful, proud, quiet, responsive, searching, self-conscious, sentimental, shy, silly, spontaneous, tense

Dominant Traits

53% of people think that lilxerica is friendly
57% of people agree that lilxerica is intelligent

All Percentages

able (15%) accepting (23%) adaptable (7%) bold (3%) brave (0%) calm (15%) caring (19%) cheerful (11%) clever (3%) complex (3%) confident (11%) dependable (34%) dignified (3%) energetic (19%) extroverted (11%) friendly (53%) giving (3%) happy (11%) helpful (15%) idealistic (3%) independent (7%) ingenious (0%) intelligent (57%) introverted (0%) kind (15%) knowledgeable (23%) logical (15%) loving (7%) mature (38%) modest (11%) nervous (0%) observant (11%) organised (19%) patient (7%) powerful (0%) proud (0%) quiet (0%) reflectiverelaxed (3%) religious (3%) (3%) responsive (0%) searching (0%) self-assertive (11%) self-conscious (0%) sensible (3%) sentimental (0%) shy (0%) silly (0%) spontaneous (0%) sympathetic (7%) tense (0%) trustworthy (26%) warm (7%) wise (7%) witty (3%)

Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 16.4.2009, using data from 26 respondents.
You can make your own Johari Window, or view lilxerica's full data.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

thoughts: not doing psych paper

"That's what she said."
Words from yesterday.

I'm not doing my psychology paper tonight.

What is failure?

That seems extreme.
I'm not a failure.
I am just a poor person
with no sense of time management
with big ideas and dreams

and a lazy disposition.

This can get discouraging.
("But we've got to hold on to what we've got...")

Sometimes, I confuse myself
whether I am more optimistic or pessimistic.

-lilxerica

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

thought: lidocaine is cool.

Two weeks ago, I went to the dentist and got numbed with some lidocaine. 
Apparently, novacaine is no longer used due to a number of allergic reactions and remains simply a term to describe numbness (kind of like the mercury in thermometers deal). Upo
n getting numbed, a peculiar cognitive bubble seemed to float about with the excitement over a new sensation of being treated with an anesthetic. I thought it would be slightly entertaining to include my immediate thoughts on the situation below. (The quoted text was written two weeks ago, moments after the dentist appointment.)
Lidocaine is cool.
Today, I got a filling done on a cavity on the side of one of my molars and Dr. Finkle numbed the right side of my cheek. It took quite a while for the tingliness to change to heaviness, but this is how numbness really feels: like I got a fat lip. I try to grin and outcomes a wry smile. Much effort is needed to pull the tips of my mouth up. Effortless, my face is Abe Lincoln's--half smile, half indifference. My cheek feels soft and tender (haha, kind of like a baby's bottom) and the wetness of my bottom lip may oddly be compared to the sliminess of an uncooked piece of chicken thigh, the fatty part that we often pick with our finger and slice off. What an odd feeling this is as there is actually none (haha or the nerves rather)! 

Lordie, I'm so weird.
Despite my fun, it took four hours for the numbness to fade away. When eating dinner, I took special precautions in chewing slowly to make sure I did not accidently chomp on the cheek. Ah, the food tasted so strangely that meal. Placing quiche into my mouth lacked true joy and the flavors could only be tasted by half of my tongue. I continued to eat and chew with the left side of my mouth--for it was not numbed-- with the discontent feeling of dull weight being plopped gently into the right cheek. Later, the tingling feeling returned. I marveled at how the numbness vanished and the true feeling of touch was finally restored.

-lilxerica

Monday, March 23, 2009

thought: nicholas hughes dead

How depressing.
It was just announced yesterday, but happened last week:





Nicholas Hughes, son of Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath,

committed suicide and hanged himself
after battling depression.


It's such a shame. Apparently, he specialized in fish studies.




I especially like this picture of the family.


So happy.


Go here to learn more and be referred to other articles on this.

Monday, March 9, 2009

thought: going home


"A little bit of this,
a little bit of that."

Many times, I had walked past the furneral home. Never had I stepped within. Yet there I was inside the doors. The dim lighting seemed to set the mood upon entrance, but lit up as I lifted my head and gazed forward.

An unusual sight it was; a small group of people sitting on chairs conversing while others chose to stand and chat. It became clearer to me that this was honoring a well lived life, rather than a somber passing. As my family and I walked towards the front of the room, a woman with a kind face and straight light blond hair approached us. "You must be the old neighbors," she said with a smile clear with appreciation, " she loved talking about your family."

Mrs. Duris looked the same to me. Her pale honey hair slightly thinner, but still the same curled around. Dressed in a calm florescent green outfit, she lied peacefully as if she was telling us a message with what she wore. The color green brings comfort. Of course, I'm not even sure whether she picked her clothes prior to her passing or those at the morgue did, but still, it was a sweet gesture of thought. Her hands were folded neatly with her aged fingers wrapped around a crucifix. There is no doubt that this wonderful woman is home.

At first, going over to her was difficult. I got this sort of empty feeling inside, knowing Mrs. Duris was not there in front of me, but just a body. I never lost anyone close to me, but when I listened to my mom's message about her earlier today, it made my stomach flip and heart sink. Once it all came down on me, the memories of her rush forward and reminscence flooded the mind. As the official babysitter of my youth, she holds a special place as a person who never thought of herself, only others. According to my mom, Mrs. Duris was the kind of person who never refused to comply when a favor was asked. Just last week, I wondered where she was and encouraged my mom to call her. She said it was peculiar how this last Christmas, Mrs. Duris didn't send us her usual annual holiday card. While I wondered this, Mrs. Duris was already resting peacefully in her sleep and onward to above.

Later after warm conversations, I felt much better. It was apparent through the stories of loved ones that Mrs. Duris had a wonderfully complete life, yet here I was crying with a wry smile of rememberance of all the good things she did.

I don't have a sophisticated way to say this, but I'm sad at the fact that I will never get to see Grandma Margaret again in this life. The last time I saw her was about five years ago at my baptism and the next will be someday when I too go home. When that time comes, we'll watch Michelle Kwan re-runs, snack on her homemade cookies, play scrabble on the computer, and skip across the floors of heaven.


In heaven, I promise not to be a picky eater.




Although I am most certain you will;

Rest in Peace
Margaret M. Duris
(1921-2009)

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

shirt: if only they had a different color...

I really like today's shirt on shirt.woot.com!
It's called "Camera Eyes."
The only downside is that it's in cream and that doesn't suit well with me. :(
Otherwise, I'd definitely order the shirt!

-lilxerica

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

thought/poetry: walking to the library

A walk through the gloom and gray tends to give time for the sealing of thoughts and perception of the new. Sensitivity heightens and our surroundings, we become aware. Walk, walk--a brand new story is born, but often lies unrecorded, lacking paper.

-

Mental processes: Walking to library.

Forgot hat, but decides not to go back.
Snow begins to fall lightly. Ear phones snug in ear.
Volume up, cars begin to hum.
Gust of wind, sparkles fly daintly through the air.
Stare at the houses. Magnetic glares, still time; axis.
Only the thin sheets of white tissue paper slide by.
Step 1, Step 2, Step 3. A large crack. Beneath the surface, what is seen?
Not solid nor soil, but a deep darkness; no ground. 
Wonder to what degree is our stability?
Where the sidewalk ends...

It's like a photographic, artistic film. 
Music beams. 
Expression shows. 
Noises blend into nothing. 

It's beauty.


Fragments sewn together,
Another nice day.

-lilxerica

Monday, February 9, 2009

thought: is the color red intimidating?

Is the color red intimidating?

According to the University of British Columbia’s research on color concerning the effects of red and blue on task work, red may be sometimes approached as a bit intimidating, superior, and with great caution. The article supporting this explains that the university had recently conducted a study with more than 600 participants about color. Subjects were asked to perform specified tasks under the condition of having a blue or red desktop background as well as tasks involving working with the actual color. Overall, those working with a red background performed “31 percent better at tasks like proofreading…which require attention to detail.”

Although significant results and differences were apparent in this particular studying involving red and blue, the experiment lacked a control group to make results comparable to the norm. In addition to this possible gap, the article did not specify where the sample population was taken from to be representative of which group of people. Certain groups of people may possibly be bias towards or less affected by a color, such as perhaps, those conditioned from a background of seeing the color red regularly would be “immune” to the effects of the particular hue. However, despite these minor discrepancies, I do believe that color effects how people perceive life and our surroundings.

Red may be perceived as intimidating and generally may seem so; however, depending on the context, the color may send off a different message. An article by David Johnson of Information Please asks the question whether different colors affect one’s mood.


The most emotionally intense color, red stimulates a faster heartbeat and
breathing. It is also the color of love. Red clothing gets noticed and makes the
wearer appear heavier…In decorating, red is usually used as an accent.
Decorators say that red furniture should be perfect since it will attract
attention.


Johnson forgets to add that the color red also stimulates appetite. In the fast food industry, companies often sport bright red logos, such as McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King, KFC, Pizza Hut, and many other places to attract customers and sway them to buying their products. Even restaurants that do not have the bold red logos find ways to use color psychology to their advantage. Walking past the green and yellow logo of Subway, customers will find themselves in a lovely dining area with beautiful, alluring wallpaper displaying the freshness of fruits and vegetables the restaurant has to offer—of course, including a blown up photo of the deep rich fullness of red tomatoes.

Another article in connection to the University of Rochester, points out that “the color red attracts men to women.” Studies focused on males’ responses to different photographs of women in different settings and presentations. In one part of the study, men were asked to rate the attractiveness of a women framed by a red border opposed to a white or blue border. The other study went deeper into showing test subjects women with different colored shirts and asking them dating related questions. To establish some control, colors used in each study were “precisely equated in saturation and brightness levels” to avoid any other factors that could influence the outcome. At the end of the study, “the women shown framed by or wearing red were rated significantly more attractive and sexually desirable by men.”


Referring back to Johnson, “red clothing gets noticed and makes the wearer appear heavier.” If the color red makes the wearer appear heavier, then why are men selecting the women wearing the weight-adding color? It is possible that the color red may be linked to our biological roots with a more primitive nature to this phenomenon. In the past, it was traditional for the man to hunt and the woman to bear children. Ancient civilizations have praised the full figure of the female with goddesses and deities possessing a voluptuous body unlike today’s ideal image of a thin and delicate woman. “In decorating, red is usually used as an accent. Decorators say that red furniture should be perfect since it will attract attention.” Women are not furniture, but the color red not only empowers them to stimulate the appetites of men and give sign of fertility, but also allows them to have an unspeakable intensity men cannot describe through the mask of attraction. ♥


*Sorry, I did not include a bibliography. One will come soon so that sources will be cited correctly.

-lilxerica

Monday, January 26, 2009

thought: path


My heart sings for english and the arts of freedom and motion,
but my mind tugs at the corners of science and the firm grip it holds on the world.


What do I choose?







-lilxerica

Thursday, January 1, 2009

2009

Wow~!
(I don't know how many times, I've started a post with that, haha.)

It's been more than a year since I started this blog. Sadly, I must confess that I have not been routinely staying true to the monthly quota; however, Blogger itself, has grown wonderful in allowing users to place all sorts of new "gadgets" (as they call them) to convey their message in multiple ways instead of being limited to words. I'm going to breeze through what I have moved from this year:
  • Images
  • Connection to Flickr
  • Side Links
  • Blogger's Video
  • Youtube Embedding
  • Imeem Embedding
  • Automatic Search by Google
  • Lists
  • Embedding Forms
Overall, I'm pleased with where the blogspot is standing (although, I wish I could post more). I check it every now and then to add new weird stuff so it's nice that it hasn't turned into a "ghost town" blog like my DeviantArt, Bebo, and WordPress accounts.

Everything ties together well and it gives me great pleasure to look back on the previous year of posts. This experience is just the same as my love of photography and my annoying presence at the dinner table, other events, and vacations of all sorts, taking pictures of everything, dead or alive.

Over the last couple of months, I've noticed that I have been flipping through the plastic pages of my family's photo albums where the cameras ran on film. Each time, I find myself cooing at the baby-selves of my siblings. I can't wait that in the coming years, I'll be laughing at my stupid mistakes and judgments due to my prefrontal dysfunction as a teenager, when I grow older.

To reminsce and reflect are activities that never cease within my mind and continue each moment, sleep or awake.

This year, I want amazing things to happen. For each remarkable instance, I wish to capture it, whether through picture, word, or simply, the memory.

Let's make 2009 a year to remember!


with great eagerness,
-lilxerica

Snip Snap

The world is huge and rather strong;

we all know this, but everything must have a bending, tipping, snapping, breaking point.


When will it happen
and what can the people standing around do to prolong the wait for this major paroxysm?


What measures would you take to save the world from ourselves?



Will it begin with

a touch
a word
a picture
a photo?

Or rather

a poem
a song
a lyric

or a simple stanza?

-lilxerica

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Post- election thoughts

Hey there!
Hmm much has happened between now and before. The fall equinox has approached and the end of daylight savings time has commenced with the turning back of our clocks one hour. Joyous moment in my mind as with the right line of thinking, this means one more hour of sleep. I always like to not turn back my clocks to "trick" myself. Sometimes it does work! Anyways, I feel a bit more energized than I normally do, which is a pleasant plus. As for issues to speak of, I am pleased and very proud to have lived to see America elect her first African American President, Barack Obama. For twenty-two months, my heart goes out to all the children of the candidates and I often wonder how they must be feeling as their parents are out on the move with great motivation to create change for theirs and our future.
Concerning, Barack's postion in the beginning stages, I was a bit skeptical. I held this pestimissism that as the democrats battled for their nomination, the republics differed in the way that John McCain breezed through to his spot as presidential cadidate. At one point with much reluctance, I thought that McCain being the most "normal" and "typical", would win. Many questions laid in my mind last year: "Is America ready to accept a black president into office? Is America ready for change? If it is, is Obama truly ready and suitable to lead?"
When I saw so much corruption in politics and in the government's ways, my answer to these questions were mainly No and perhaps, a few maybes to open up a chance to release skepticism in the coming months. This is how I felt, until the tide started to steadily rise. Stained by the media, I was convinced that Hilary was too much of a woman that wore a plastic mask of smiles under her desire to perfect and execute. Near defeat, she remained determined to continue her run with her funds and began to swirl insults to Obama. When Obama went through and became the top candidate for the democratic party, the claws sunk back in and Hilary seemed like she was trying her best to put on a even brighter mask to please her former rival in hopes to be chosen as his vice presidential running mate. Yet, these hopes were crushed once Obama announced his selection as Joe Biden, a white older male to complement Obama's composition. This choice allowed voters to be reassured that someone with a great amount of experience would be behind and support the president.
A poll once said that about 34% of Hilary's supporters would sway towards McCain if she was not chosen. In a deep attempt to draw the women voters left from Hilary, McCain surprises all at the republican convention with his choice for vice president, Mrs. Sarah Palin, governor of Alaska and experienced mother of five children.
Hah! This very woman in my belief, led McCain to his defeat. I've often thought that soon the rush will come where writers will swoom into get their books titled, The Palin Impact or The Problem with Palin and so forth. The hockey mom with a hot determination to succeed as a politician drew many in with her fiery passion to work for the people, but this bulldog with lipstick couldn't fool everyone. Mother of five... one daughter at seventeen, pregnant. Another darling one of seven years holds her dear brother of something months born with a disability. With her own pregnancy, Palin hid hers until the eighth month and delivered her son right after a speech where her water broke. She never told her children beforehand that their brother had Downs Syndrome, which is quite unfortunate. With all these facts coming in, it grew some doubt whether she was qualified. Palin loves her family dearly, and they definitely need her. Alaska may be massive compared to much of the United States, but concerning people, it's a land of barren to Chicago.
The drama grew more, when Katie Couric's interview came out with Palin. I watched the SNL version first (in which, Tina Fey is phenomenal! On foreign policy: "I can see Russia from my house!"). Then I proceeded to watch the actual interview. Whew! ... Reality just struck me there. I thought SNL completely overexaggerated the scene at first, but man, Palin was so scrambled. When asked a question she did not know, she begins to stutter and goes forth to refer back to her candidate, as if a daughter seeking her father's hand not sure what to do. After that, she attempts to answer by speaking in fragments without answering the original question and then realizing how foolish she appears, she goes about to say that she'll research more... Throughout the footage seen, it was apparent that Palin was unprepared and her pulse was racing with alarm. In response, the majority of the public begins to worry and label Palin as unfit while, fellow republicans claim in denial that Couric and the rest of the media is just picking on her.
Later on, I was sure that Palin was over when I read in "TimesWeek" that Palin had thought that the Vice President ran the Senate. Any seventh grader could have told her otherwise.
Because of the Palin choice, many strongly raised republicans had pressed the blue button for this election (this year Texas seemed split pretty well while usually they are strongly republican!). A firm belief stands that perhaps it was really Palin's fault. Hilary may have worn a mask, but at least she was well educated and qualified. If McCain were to die in office abruptly, I would be very very afraid to have Sarah Palin as president (Matt Damon would agree! I've had some people say that if they were a foreign country with out collapsing government with Palin in charge, they would take over).
On the other hand, Biden actually touched me a bit during his debate with Palin when he choked up a bit. He talked about knowing how it feels like to struggle especially when he was once a single father raising two sons after his first wife died. For a man with such a tongue like him to have gone though that, showed us great compassion, care, and strength. I used to think that if Barack has chosen Hilary after McCain chose Palin, they would make it in the hope that the American people would not look at sex and race, but on the importance of issues like the economy (both candidates during the race called Clinton for advice). If he chose Hilary before McCain's choice, McCain would obviously have chosen a Male running mate. Though it all, I have to say, if Palin had not been involved, I don't think I would have keep this many tabs on this historic election.
By now, I've sat here for quite a while now. Watching tv last night, was so moving. Even in my home, I felt like a part of what was happening. Like the tragic events of 9/11 and Katrina, I know I have witnessed them and now I have witnessed this; something hopeful for all. I cannot go on and say that yes, this is the most positive stepping stone of American history quite yet as there is so much more to come. Obama's victory speech was spoken with what is described as grim determination. It'll be tough and scary, but after four years, we shall see where we as a country stand and evaluate the progress.
Obama's quote yesterday really stuck out to me: "There are not red states in American, there are not blue states in American, there is only The United States of America". With this, no matter whether you are Republican or a Democrat, let us agree that this is history! Martin Luther King said many years ago, "We shall overcome!" in his famous speech and like call and response, Obama and his supporters chant back, "Yes, We Can."
-lilxerica

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

thought: the state of humanity during the holocaust

The Highlight of Human Emotion During Tragedy

The best and worst of people usually emerge during times of grief, desperation, and sadness. Many may wonder as to why such extremes are not expressed during the light-hearted and joyous moments of life. It is simply because, during those times of pleasure, one emotion is emitted by all or rather a façade is put up to simulate such elatedness, while dismissing the unhappy works that threaten the laughter and excitement. Tragedy however, as awful as it seems, gives opportunity for all to display a range of emotions from hate to even compassion or sympathy. One such example would be that of the Holocaust occurring prior to and during World War II.

Sickening and cruel events happened during the Holocaust involving Jews, gypsies, and peoples of difference ironically all alike, being mindlessly slaughtered without any consideration that those individuals were most positively human too. Perhaps many may argue that those men, the Nazis were not at all human for their unforgivable actions, but some must fathom that yes, indeed that those in that political group were very much human showing sadly the worst in humanity. Dr. Josef Mengele, also known as the “Angel of Death”, was a member of the Nazi party and served as chief provider of the gas chambers located at the death camp of Auschwitz. While not directing the traffic and ushering lines of women and children to their deaths, he spent a lot of his time performing repulsive experiments dealing with twins, genetics and basically testing the limits of “science” with nature. He would forcefully drop foreign chemicals into the eyes of men with the intention of changing eye color, but instead inflict burning pain to his victims. In addition to the nauseating acts of Mengele, it is said that the worst that one may do during difficult times is simply and painfully, nothing. Over six million were slaughtered in the plain sight of the world. Only the world could have sadly allowed this at the time.

On the contrary, the brighter side of the picture is that many did not plainly stand and do “nothing.” During the Holocaust, it has been recorded that many individuals had made the choice to rise up and fight back against anti-Semitism and hatred by either joining a rebellion or subtly and surreptitiously allowing Jews and people of difference to hide within their homes. Irene Sendler worked as a Polish social worker during the Holocaust and “helped save some 2,500 Jewish children from the Nazis by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto and giving them false identities” (Associated Press). Although, Sendler had given the Jewish children false names and passed them as Catholics, she took great care into writing the original birth-given names of each child in hope to reunite them with their families after the war. One child who was saved by Sendler wrote, "Mrs. Sendler saved not only us, but also our children and grandchildren and the generations to come." Sendler, who died recently almost three months ago at 98 displayed the good of humanity at its peak saving thousands of lives and with time, the numbers keep growing.

Altogether, through the horrific events of one of the most devastating periods of history, there was a definite existence of evil intentions yet simultaneously the presence of the underlying goodness of the merciful. The Holocaust is taught today, teaching lessons around the world to realize the terror, yet sensitive heart of humanity.

-lilxerica

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

thought: some sad, but funny pics?

A cow, a chick, and an orange.

Yeah, so today I was browsing around the internet and I came across three pictures that pertain to the usage of animals (or fruit in the orange's case) to create beneficial human products like our food. I showed all three to my mom, and in turn, she though only one of them was just gosh awful sad. It happens to be the tiny cow one... Hmm I wonder why, because isn't the chick an animal too? Why particularly the cow? Maybe it's because the cow depicted in the picture looks so cute, that it breaks your heart to see it cry...













(Of all of them though, she loved the chicken one haha.)

-lilxerica

Thursday, June 26, 2008

thought: descent of humanity

Questioning our ultimate future.
As years go by, could it be that we are ravishingly taking a sweet lush bite of the forbidden fruit? That like Adam and Eve, we are extracting knowledge beyond power we are capable of harnessing? But if we are like the former residents of Eden, where is our own garden of majesty and perfection to regret for?

With the rise of knowledge, our own ignorance and innocence is at a decline; therefore at the world's eventual end, who else do we have to blame but ourselves?

Flourish and fall, like the once grand empire of Rome, I wonder with a heavy heart;
what is our outcome to be?
-lilxerica

Sunday, June 1, 2008

thought: what if stop signs were blue?


What if stop signs were BLUE?

Then I'm sure car accident death rates would soar even higher...

Monday, May 19, 2008

assignment: NEANDERTHRAL MAN

A Day In The Life of A Neanderthal


The sun’s rays seethe into our cave to tell the story of a new day. Lashing her whip of light she tugs onto my leg and pulls me awake from my slumber. Groaning in a language indistinguishable even to my companions, I reluctantly pull myself from the deep stone beneath me that has steadily begun to warm up at morning’s sight. As I step toward the ground beyond the shelter, a cold breeze rushes in and brushes against my own shoulder. I do not shiver. The cold is something my people have grown accustomed to in our tribe.

It’s not a very large group at all. There have been rumors of the existence of others just like us, but somehow different in a peculiar way; more flawed and weak compared to our massive and strong build of perfection. I pity them, yet myself at the same time. I’ve known the men I stand with for all my life, but still an unsettling spark of curiosity surges through my veins in search of an escape or refuge for paradise from this loathsome and lonely isolation I’m selfish to feel. What lies beyond the mellow line cast by the milky sun during sunset? I can neither express myself nor cry out in anguish to my people. They would never understand, yet I must follow what has been set before me. I close my eyes and sigh as wisps of more air pass through the nape of my neck luring me out of the dark.

By now, the others have awoken as well and now cluster close together. Normally, we would have all gone out to the wilderness to hunt, but someone has passed, a young male while wrestling a beast. It is a great shame. I look up above, shielding my eyes from the sun and see a flock of feathered birds flapping their wings in unison, almost as if they are beckoning me to pierce them with stone into their very hearts. I shake off this fantasy and see that already women have begun to gather tiny flowers from nearby bushes, while the men start to dig with ambition for a deep trench. Minutes pass as I stand back and watch as the ground begins to melt away. Blinking once more, I hurry along to join them tossing dirt around incoherently across the surrounding surface.

Hours later, we manage to utilize our stone tools, each handcrafted well and begin our hunt. Finally once the stars have emerged, it is pronounced night. The deceased has been put to rest with small yellow petals and flowers adorning the burial site. I am pleased. The soft consistent breeze continues. Children play music from bones flutes, handcrafted the same as the stone from their fathers and dance around the fire spluttering noises I do not know. The sound is soothing to my ears, while the atmosphere remains calm. I roast my prize bird in peace, plucking the feathers off my weapon and wiping it clean. Women present other plants as well to accompany the bird. Content as I am, there exists still that yearning for something more. An expression perhaps that remains undiscovered.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

thought: trip to forest preserve


Today, we went to a local forest preserve in attempt to test the water quality of the streams, and photograph various types of creatures in biology class. Overall, beside some mishaps that occurred here and there with crazy hippies exuberant and hyper to return to the wild (well actually only one), the trip was a success. I was able to snag pretty decent shots of tiny macro organisms that I never knew that was there within the soil I stood on.

The pluses of today:
  • Got more pictures of different species, including:
    • various arthropods
      • Earth worm
      • some sort of fly
      • slug/snail creature
      • crawfish
    • new strange fungi
      • orange poisonous-looking one
      • big flappy fungus
      • many other weird looking varieties growing on the trees
    • portraits (well, not really different species...)
      • with very pretty natural lighting!
  • it didn't rain
  • I wore my hiking boots that protected me much more than any pair of gym shoes could from the mud.
  • the forest preserve seemed much nicer than others
    • opener area
    • enables one to get a feel for nature
    • relaxing
    • vibrant in color
  • stressed to be observant
  • ate lunch in a comfortable place by the stream
  • had a korean wing
  • adventurous
  • saw a deer and raccoon from a distance
  • found a quarter on the floor
  • kicked up a crawfish in the stream that was preggers and was laying black little eggs on my hand (but it crawled off and plopped back into the water)
The laughing tears of today:
  • field trip = more work to do later on
  • MUD, gets everything dirty and sucks feet up
    • when you pick up feet, makes slurrgyy sound
  • attempted to cross stream with one arm while on a log (with boots slippery by the way)
    • clipboard with papers and friend's binder falls into water
      • clipboard face down, binder...floating
  • got into water with useless weighters
    • water caved in
    • socks got slogggy
  • left cell phone in pocket while in water
    • still works, which is good
    • threw it at friend on land
  • getting out = difficult
    • mud slide present
    • pulled me out, but weighters came off
    • weighters still attached to my belt, dragging me down
    • get through with iggy socks
    • pour out gallons of water in weighters
    • sprained or something part of my foot weirdly
  • hopped around with iggy socks
  • felt like I still was wearing weighter even on land (drenched jeans blehgsss)
Yeah yep. Memories. Sorry for my blabbering. Just wanted to write it down somewhere.
Though the day has its interesting humps/ bumps I had fun times haha,
even when a little messy.

-lilxerica
acceptance

You just can't hold on forever.
Giving up something you held
so dearly is tough, but manageable.
We all have to move on.
Right?

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