I've been getting into research...now with one and a half College English Research courses under my belt, I've been pondering what I could be interested in researching on my own accord (on my own, free of any time constraints and during the summer no doubt). I believe I've decided to focus my efforts on the one place I know most about, Internet/Computers. Computers being my passion, I know that there can be a fine line between usage and obsession. I hope to delve into the psychological aspects (while not really dealing much with an erudite development) and the physical aspects as well as, with my own experience, the reasons why there is that initial draw to the computer versus human-human interaction and how it can turn to addiction. This decision is at a time when I'm quite in control of my computer usage and I have heavily diluted it's addicting properties (the Lenten season). I shall end this post with a couple questions, I would enjoy any responses you all might have, and I shall open up comments to everyone: Could the world survive without computers? If it could, would it be a better place, or one of worse proportions?
PS: I really don't like asking "what if" questions, but for research purposes, it is somewhat necessary. Again, your thoughts are quite welcomed.
Research Subject
February 25, 2007, 8:34 pm
Un cambio leve
February 24, 2007, 1:49 am
Decidía escribir en español mucho. Si esto ofende cualquier persona mucho, lo siento, pero eso es justo la manera que es.
Cry Me an Electric Circuit
February 8, 2007, 1:20 am
I can't cry about it anymore, I wonder whether that's good or bad? I'm going with it being a moot point. Decisions, Decisions, so many decisions. Well, one could have seen this one coming. Should certain circumstances make plans different? Sometimes, but that has to be considered. My life is my life, it's gonna happen when it happens, where it happens, and how it happens, I'm just letting God direct me to the right place, so, I guess I should probably leave this to his awesome decision-making skills too. I know that's the right thing to do, but it's very hard with something like this, but I know I've got to do it. Ugh, == no one said it would be this hard, just take me back to the start == (Truthfully they did, dang reality hitting...grr)
But it's ok, I love life, I just have to make those pesky decisions, somehow they never just affect me.
But it's ok, I love life, I just have to make those pesky decisions, somehow they never just affect me.
All the World's Around Us
January 24, 2007, 6:54 pm
From tragedy comes revival. With a swooping hand comes disaster. Every stroke of time gives rise to repeating events in our life. We shall see little happen, however, the mistakes, triumphs, and failures of others will be remembered forever. Our lives take roads not always expected, but there is always a detour available.
Observation @ Specimen Ridge
January 20, 2007, 5:51 pm
The wind blowing at my back,
Swishing by my ear,
All across the land I see,
Weathered stones a like to where I sit,
Throughout the valley rivers flow,
Meandering along this mountain plain,
Waiting for the moisture-driven rain.
Trees which dot the valleys and plains stand tall and green,
Brown patches standing alongside are what this grand land exemplifies.
Animals upon this ridge I sit,
Never show themselves for fear of us.
The puffy clouds above my head,
Shout out "Rain!" but are dry instead.
Industrial and man-made aren't terms here,
But are simply whispers upon the wind.
Mountain-tops white with snow,
Lease the horizon for now.
Someday, one day, will they crumble?
I wait to see and to hear a giant rumble.
Etched into the sky their beauty is present, majestic, grand and Heaven-sent.
My compass around my neck,
I orient myself to some trees half-wrecked,
Mindful of all that has happened once,
In my throat I feel my lunch.
Volcanoes, glaciers, and rhyolite thru,
The impossibility stuns me,
But the land's story stands true.
The wind insistently blowing still,
I close my eyes and lay real still.
I picture myself back in time,
Through the ages of geologic rhyme,
The course this land has taken for me,
Is simply amazing and a must-see.
I ponder what will happen next,
Ol' Yellowstone blowin' or an Ice Age flowin' on this rock.
My companions, I hope, wonder this too,
While we set down history upon our feet,
And stumble only on unwieldy rock.
Most in this field might dismiss God,
But I see Him here and everywhere,
His hands on it all.
Swishing by my ear,
All across the land I see,
Weathered stones a like to where I sit,
Throughout the valley rivers flow,
Meandering along this mountain plain,
Waiting for the moisture-driven rain.
Trees which dot the valleys and plains stand tall and green,
Brown patches standing alongside are what this grand land exemplifies.
Animals upon this ridge I sit,
Never show themselves for fear of us.
The puffy clouds above my head,
Shout out "Rain!" but are dry instead.
Industrial and man-made aren't terms here,
But are simply whispers upon the wind.
Mountain-tops white with snow,
Lease the horizon for now.
Someday, one day, will they crumble?
I wait to see and to hear a giant rumble.
Etched into the sky their beauty is present, majestic, grand and Heaven-sent.
My compass around my neck,
I orient myself to some trees half-wrecked,
Mindful of all that has happened once,
In my throat I feel my lunch.
Volcanoes, glaciers, and rhyolite thru,
The impossibility stuns me,
But the land's story stands true.
The wind insistently blowing still,
I close my eyes and lay real still.
I picture myself back in time,
Through the ages of geologic rhyme,
The course this land has taken for me,
Is simply amazing and a must-see.
I ponder what will happen next,
Ol' Yellowstone blowin' or an Ice Age flowin' on this rock.
My companions, I hope, wonder this too,
While we set down history upon our feet,
And stumble only on unwieldy rock.
Most in this field might dismiss God,
But I see Him here and everywhere,
His hands on it all.
