Fuck Milk. Got Pot?

After viewing the film Go Further, I feel that there is much to be learned by humans. I've been witnessing a change in the eating habits of people where they are moving away from chemically grown foods and eating strictly organic. This is also following a trend in fuels where we are trying to find a replacement source for oil. The film touches on these subjects and tries to convince the audience that "green" is better. The use of star power from Hollywood actors and musical artists makes this point have an even greater effect on someones opinion. If (big star) does it than it must be right. If I had not already been trying my hand at the "green" life, I would probably see the film a little differently. It is quite effective with the messages it is sending, maybe not the whole pot issue as it seems counterproductive to the issue at hand, but looking beyond that one characters personality and watching how he changed from his experience makes the film actually strong.

What's in a name?

My name, was, for the longest time, George. Well, this is what my father wanted to call me. So, while i was in my mothers womb, she started calling me her little "Spenny". Her cutesy version of Spencer. It later developed into Spencer John which, obviously, later both my parents agreed to name me. According to www.behindthename.com, Spencer means "dispenser of provisions". I've known this meaning since I was a child but it holds no relevance to who I am or why I was named Spencer. It just kind of "fell" into place and is just supposed to be what it is.

What about the library...

I learned, while at the campus library this past Monday, that there are quite a few different areas to go to if I would like to find something to read. There were multiple forms of information available including standard texts, newspaper, magazines, journals and E-books. I found that I could access the database that the library contains, along with what they can get for me from other locations, from home via the internet if I so choose.

Now a concern I may still have is I am not entirely sure about what it is I am to write about. I have a specific topic nailed down but, alas, no real understanding of what is being asked of me. I understand this is to be somewhat of just an informative paper but it was explained to me that I am not to make it sound like an encyclopedia. What on earth is an informative paper that doesn't sound like that? Its all information, all the facts, laid out for you and you make your own assumptions. Well, I guess I'll just have to ask and find out now.

Fed Up With the Frigid

When the weather outside is indeed frightful, such as the recent below zero temperatures, this greatly affects my daily routine. First off, I take the bus to get to campus instead of walking because I live three blocks away. I already started to get sick, as in a cold, from the first day of below zero temps. Because of this the bus was greatly important to me. So important, in fact, that I missed the bus one day and did not attend school for fear of getting even sicker. Also, obviously, I have to wear a hat and some sort of hand covering. When I need to go to the store or donate plasma, I need to start my car about ten to fifteen minutes prior to leaving because I do not want the engine to crack due to uneven temperature increase. I generally avoid the outdoors at all costs and this inactivity turns me into quite the hermit once the cold strikes. Heck, I don't even like it when it snows or drops below 40 degrees! This makes me very anti-social for about four to six months of the year.

Song Writing

So here I am, supposed to write about a particular song that has meaning to me. I, for one, can not pick any one song in particular because they are all unique and share a place in my heart to strike up different qualities of my emotions. Now because I am a good sport, I will choose one song that brings a tear to my eye yet it also makes me smile. The song I speak of is "Bad to the Bone" by George Thorogood. The song in particular is not what makes me sad, it is the meaning behind it.

When I was younger, my father used to have a side job as a karaoke DJ. He used to sing all the time at home and on occasion I would tag along to a bar or party where he was putting on a show. "Bad to the Bone" was his self made theme song. His name is Brad, so when it came time to perform he would sing this song and replace the word bad with Brad.

My father passed away in October of 2005 and since then I have always had a little bit of sadness creep into me whenever I hear this song. Everything is not all bad because I also think of him and remember all the fun we had while he was around. I am grateful that this song was quite popular in its time and still remains to be played today so I can think back to the good times I had with my dear old dad.

Every once in a while when I actually trek out to a bar where they have karaoke, I will sing this song in his name. I also replace the word bad with Brad to tribute a wonderful man with a great song.

My Most Favorite Place

Running through the years of memories in my mind, from places I have been, concludes that nowhere I have been stands out with any significance. I can say, although this is supposed to be favorite places, is that I despise one place for certain that I have been to. This place is a horrible place of monochromatic concrete slab. The people that inhabit this place are all here for one reason or another by upsetting the system. Dining in this hell, is more off-putting than trying to clean up a mess from a night of blacked-out binge drinking. Sleeping here accounts for restless nights, attributed from a slim pad of foam to rest upon while a bright light shines in your eyes through each second of sleepless misery. If you haven't figured out where my least favorite place on earth is, then I shall tell you now. This place is jail. I highly advise anyone reading this to avoid this place of misery at all costs.