Lasky and I: Imitation

He sits in his little cage, his blue eyes staring up at me. Sometimes i wonder what goes on in his mind, what makes him tick, whats flows through his brain. His black lavish black fur flows down to his face, its meshes in with the white on his face. This forms a contrast is he white, and black? or black, and white. As he lays down his head rests on his front legs, his hind legs curl up forming a sort of ball. I sit there typing observing him as he lays there quiet and content. I pat him on the head, he rolls his little crystal blue eyes up to look at me. His coat soft under my fingers as I run the up and down his head, occasionally roughing it up a bit. suddenly he stands erect his eyes targeted on his chew toy, slowly he moves then he attacks. They chew toy grasped in his mouth doesn't stand a chance, but he slowly looses interest in it. He simply lays his padded head on his paws, and winds down. The thing about lasky is he has many personalities, this is shown as i unlock his carry cage. He hears the lock, perks up and makes a dash for it. Running around like a maniac the little husky dog tackles items twice the size of him. Chewing everything he can, evading capture by me, and finally laying gently on my lap. His little eye lids drift slowly down a he prepares to retire for the day. A new home, a new life, a new bond between master and dog. For now i watch in awe watching him drift asleep.

Letter to Edith

Ah yes the Young Mr. Steinbeck, I remember teaching him as if it was just yesterday. I remember his eagerness to learn and find the so called "secret formula" of writing. I also remember the crushed spirit he wore on your face after I made him realise, writing is not something which just can be done. There is no Secret formula to writing, to create a good writer i had to break him down first, empty him, turn him into a blank canvas. I am pleased that my old student has keep all that i have taught him, in check all these years. I do not feel sorry for the grades I gave him when he was younger, as his stories lacked a certain umph. Although now i can see that he has grown into a great writer, and done this even though he wasn't the best their was. I see that Steinbeck still has things to learn, but has made remarkable progress over the years, although he still believes in this "secret formula". I am pleased to see that he regards me as a good teacher, it was a pleasure knowing that i helped forge such a vivid mind. Ah yes i remember telling him about the hardships of being a writer, he had the odds against him but he still succeeded. I honestly thought that he would fail, but eh proved me wrong. If their is one more thing i can teach you it is that nothing gets easier it is always something you have to deal with.

The Gospel According To Larry

This amazing novel written by Janet Tashjiank, is about a teenager named Josh, who takes on a second identity. This second identity, "Larry," is used to steer people away from consumerism and big corporations, and to educate people about how their lives are run by corporations. In the book "Larry" makes his own Internet site for fun, just to try and get people to be aware of whats happening around them. Josh doesn't know that he will end up causing a big stir over this site, many people start to follow "Larry's" word. Before he knows it Josh is leading thousands of people to a better life using this persona "Larry". "Larry" end up being discovered and revealed to be Josh, this causes quite a stir. Josh feels like "Larry" has become another marketing gimmick, so he does something unthinkable; Josh fakes his own death the death of "Larry". I think this book is very well written, and i like how it is written in a diary style with footnotes. This book made me think a lot about our lives today, and how much we are dictated by corporations. Overall i think this book is great, and i highly recommend it.

El photo essay

Picture #1 Group of men at table Six men are across the table from a man sitting down. The man sitting down at the front of the table looks groomed and clean, he is wearing a suite and has a clean hair cut. The six men on the far side of the table look tired worn and rugged. This picture helps me understand the lives of the working man. They look tired, overworked, and worn out. These men look like stressed out workers while the bureaucrat sits at a table, he is clean and looks wealthy. Picture #2 children walking with buckets in flood water There are three small bunk houses made out of corrugated sheeting. These houses are standing deep in flood water. all around there is nothing but water, and one wagon leaned against the house in the middle. There are tree branches hanging over top, they are empty have no leaves. This photo adds to the essay by showing us the harsh living conditions of these workers, and what they have to go through to survive.

Picture #3

Two blonde children play outside on the barren land. Behind them is a makeshift tent, made out of canvas and stick as poles. Inside the tent is the children’s mother, she looks tired and worn down. Strewn across the ground around the site, are random bits of junk and supplies. The earth is baked hard and is barren as far as the eye can see. This photo adds to the essay, by showing us how these people have harsh living conditions and hardly anything to survive with.

El photo essay

Picture #1 Group of men at table

Six men are across the table from a man sitting down. The man sitting down at the front of the table looks groomed and clean, he is wearing a suite and has a clean hair cut. The six men on the far side of the table look tired worn and rugged. This picture helos me understand the lives of the working man. They look tired, overworked, and worn out. These men look like stressed out workers while the buerocrat sits at a table, he is clen and looks wealthy.

Picture #2 children walking with buckets in flood water

There are three small bunk houses made out of corrigated sheeting. These houses are standing deep in flood water. all around there is nothing but water, and one wagon leaned against the house in the middle. There are tree branches hanging over top, they are empty have no leaves. This photo adds to the essay by showing us the harsh living conditions of these workers, and what they have to go through to survive.

Travels with Charley

One day my master took me to a strange place, unlike any place i have seen before. This place was magical full of trees, and land which stretched out as far as the eye could see. I do not know why we were here, but it was a pleasant change to the large black path we always drive on. we stopped at some gate thing, where another person like my master gazed at me. The strange person stared at me then uttered something to my master. The person looked apprehensive, but my master stayed calm so I didn't bother at the time. As we started to drive down the path, i was shocked to see a hideous creature standing in front of us. I gnarled and snarled for him to go away, but the beast didn't budge so i persisted with my offencive. My master stared back at me he looked confused and rather shocked, maybe he didn't like the creature either. As we continued down on our trek, i saw more of those horrid creature I barked at them again. It was strange as when i was snarling at the creatures, my master hit me on my ear. I didn't know why he did that, maybe i was scaring him. We camped out in a building for the night, but to my horror those things were still there, so i went on defence mode to protect my master. We finally left the horrid creature land, while stopping at the gate my master uttered something to the person. The both looked at me then we drove off, man my master is weird and i think hes a coward. He didn't do anything to stop those disgusting creatures, but hes my master and I shall always be loyal to him.

The flood

The flood by John Steinbeck is a immensely descriptive piece of work, which contains interesting patterns of speech, and has a solemn tone.
The flood is the most descriptive piece of John Steinbeck's work I have read so far. It is amazing how he turns every little object into a serving of description, emotions, senses, and interest. This piece of literature revolves around torrential down pour which has caused a flood. The flood has caused many people to suffer and loose work causing starvation and misery. The flood is a terrible thing and causes complete misery for the people, yet it is interesting how Steinbeck writes in such a way which forms a mellow tone. The tone of the story is very calm, as though someone was just reading out what they have seen in a picture. Another unique part to his writing in this story is the fact that a lot of slang is used, as if he is the actual people suffering from the flood. There are sections in his writing where there is dialogue between two people, yet he doesn't use quotation marks which strikes me as odd. Over all i think this is an amazing descriptive piece, and John Steinbeck continues to intrigue me; with this little unique features in his writing.