Adolfo

Whilst drinking my English breakfast tea in the back of The Flying Star cafe, I motioned for a buser to taker my plate. I asked him to please take my plate then thanked him for it.  He was placing the dishes in the tub when I asked him how his evening was going.  He stopped and looked at me for a second, I am guessing no one had ever asked him that before, I think I am the only one to tell him please or thank you as well.  I am not surprised no one had asked him before because this cafe is a bit posh and expensive, I just get tea or a pastry so they don't kick me out.  Any way he told me that it was really slow for a Friday night and that he wished it was faster, because that made the time go by quicker.  Tonight they are open till 12 am and then he stays an hour after to clean.  Then when he leave around 1 am he goes to his second job down the road at a local tavern working in the kitchen.  I was feeling bad for the guy and then I felt more so when I heard he had five children.  Three boys and two girls ranging from 17 to 3. His wife is working all the time and he is working just as much if not more.  But he is happy to be here in Albuquerque, he has been here for nine years and it is a big Improvement from his home town of Delicias, Chihuahua Mexico.  After a few more pleasantries he asked my name and I asked his, his name is Adolfo and he buses tables and cooks food for those more fortunate than he.  I am glad to have met him and hope to talk to him more at a later date.  But think, I probably wouldn't have talked to him if it wasn't a slow night and I hadn't ordered a cup of tea that he cleared away.  Most of us just look right through these people, but we shouldn't, so here's to you Adolfo

1984 by George Orwell

The year 1984 has long since past, yet the message of the book will last far into the future.  Free thought is the power which rulers fear, and Orwell explains that perfectly.  Although the writing style can be hard to come to terms with, it is rather effective in conveying it's message.  Orwell's use of powerful imagery paints a picture in the mind of a totalitarian community manipulated by a faceless dictator "Big Brother."  "War is peace slavery is freedom ignorance is strength," this iconic aphorism expresses a fundamental truth about life as a human being. When the country is united against a common enemy is country is at piece. If your choices are made for you then your mind is unburdened, it believes it is free.  Those who are dumb are strong because they believe in what they do and fallow it blindly.  Truth is powerful and sad, humans can be manipulated to the point of domestication.  One must keep and free mind, and think for one's self.  This is what furthers society and makes the world a enjoyable place to live.  1984 is a joy to read despite being a tad creepy, I recomend it to anyone interested in free thought and the power of the human mind. This book changed my life in that I became aware of myself and what the world is.

Tea Fixes Everything

Some day's as you sit in your house you just look at the world, and think, what's the point.  I know this feeling well, today I was knitting and nothing was going right.  I dropped a stitch, I knit when I should have purled, and my favorite slacks got ripped as I mounted my bike.  But after I got through the cold and the sweaty pain I reached The Yarn Store.  I made myself a cup of tea and my body just relaxed.  The world seemed to melt away and all I knew was the taste of black tea with milk and sugar hitting my tongue.  Some how things just seemed to look up.  My knitting is doing well I am feeling strong and I am looking forward to the rest of the day. I know that tea will always make my life a little bit better.

My Pen

This is an object narrative I wrote for class about my pen.

Being a pen I know what people think and write at all times.  Now I know at this moment you are contemplating the irony of a pen typing a story, well sometimes one wants to change it up a little.  Anyway you may be wondering how a pen knows this man’s name.  Well, I see it every day.  I see him write his name Chev and Chevalier.  When he writes his name Chevalier I know this document is official so I try to do my best to make his writing look pretty.  Sometimes though I enjoy making his hand writing look like scribbles, I do this to punish him for dropping me.  I love my job and Chev helps me to do that job, I have learned much from being in his company.

            We pens learn Language very quickly from the persons who use us, and through language we learn many different Ideas.  For instance Chev will sometimes use me in the middle of the night to jot down some note for a story or poetry.  On one occasion, late at night, I learned about the Romani.  Chev was writing a story which included the Romani, he included facts about their culture and even his experiences with Rom.  I so enjoy helping Chev write stories, but some days we must write school work, this is very boring I can tell by the way Chev holds me.  He doesn’t write as passionately as he does when he is writing stories.  Although stories aren’t the only thing Chev likes to write, he also enjoys writing philosophy.  For instance just the other day I was reading his ideas on Good and Evil.  Apparently he was reading the bible, I could tell this because he has never mentioned details about it this much in a paper before.  I learned about the Old Testament and how the idea of punishment and reward are very different then New Testament ideas of punishment and reward.  I learn so much reading his work. 

            When I read Chev’s work I sometimes try to help edit it.  If I notice he has spelled something wrong, which he does often, I may blot ink over his misspellings.  Chev gets rather cross with me when I blot ink on his work.  I don’t blame him, but sometimes it must be done. Take for instance when he writes thank you notes.  Chev always tries to write thank you notes to people, but sometimes I find that he hasn’t expressed himself well so I may slip or drip on the note.  He then proceeds to start over, I am sure if he knew I was doing this he would be very grateful.  Maybe he might send me a thank you note, one of his with the wax seal on the front, I see those when I write the address on the note.

            All in all I am fond of Chev Quispiam, he allows me to do what I love.  He keeps me clean and in perfect working order.  I would tell you more about what he writes, but I feel he may be cross if I tell you, so I suppose you will just have to see for yourself, I imagine he will use me a lot to write for you class.

The Death of Books

Reading, reading is one of the most joyous things  on this planet.  It allows you to escape into a world of fantasy and wonder.  But alas, in this modern era many people, especially younger persons, tend not to read books.  Instead they read facebook statuses, and curtailed news articles.  Is reading a book still important in this modern era, or is the age of books dying? I myself find it impossible to let go of books, there is nothing like feeling the coarse pages of a well written book, while you are snuggled into a chair on a cold winters night.  Of course few of us do that on a regular basis, but the point is the same, books give a very different experience than the computer does.  Books need no power source and can be read near anywhere. So I ask you my non-existent audience, are books still important to you?