Koi Fish Drawing

I have another koi fish drawing here.  I do draw other things besides koi fish but these two drawings were the only ones that I have in my office at school.

This draw is done on regular sketch paper and is done with a pencil.

AIDS song

In lieu of some recent events involving a book that I have read about a man with AIDS and the author finding my website. I thought I would try to post this song I wrote.  It was for a class that I had taken last semester called Social Problems and Policies (the prof. was awesome and totally cool).  Our group project was a final presentation at the end of the semester that had to involve at least fifteen minutes of oral presentation.  The rest of the presentation could be whatever we wanted.  When I asked the prof. what she meant by that she said that a group last year had done an interpretive dance.  Not my cup of tea, but we called our group the Rockstars (that was also a part of the assignment, to come up with a group name. I had fun with it).  Anyway, I chose to write a song.

I furthermore used my influential power to convince the group to pick AIDS as the social epidemic for a our topic.  My reasoning was simply that I was a hemophiliac and the risk of people like me getting AIDS was increased.  Basically, I put a personal touch to the story and they picked AIDS as the topic.  Furthermore, they allowed me the opportunity to research the association between AIDS and hemophilia for the presentation, which I luckily already knew a lot about. 

I told my group that I wanted to write a song about our topic and they were thrilled, especially since we were the Rockstars.  I was having trouble writing lyrics so I illicited the help of the internet.  I cited this as a source in the presentation and I will cite it now that I didn’t write the whole song so that when this song won’t be haulted from becoming a huge hit because of plagarism.  Here is the website that I got the poem from and you will notice that I altered it a little to fit the music and the message that I wanted to portray, but, nevertheless, here it is. 

AIDS Poem by Judy Burnette

Note: this song took a lot of practice and my throat was killing when I actually recorded it.  College students can sympathize with procarastination and cramming to get a project done last minute.  Nevertheless, it gets the point across and I plan to rerecord the song.

As soon as I figure out how to post audio I will post it, so keep in touch.

Kitty Story

Today was a good day because I found a kitty.  This is how the story went.

It was a normal day in the neighborhood.  I stepped outside and noticed children playing in the leaves across the street.  My friend, a cute, little chipmunk I affectionately named “Phillip,” scurried into the nearby brush with a chestnut carefully snuggled between his cheeks.  I woke up this morning with an encouraging sense that it was going to be a good day.  Little did I know how the events of the upcoming afternoon would unfold.

I headed to school in my crispy, clean white Dodge Dakota while jammin’ out to some Shinedown – Lost in the Crowd.  The window was slightly rolled down just enough to let me feel the cool breeze of the autumn air around me but not enough to shrivel my wang up into my abdomen.  I approached a set of railroad tracks at what seemed to be a normal rate of speed; realistically I was probably going too fast for my own good.  It was too late to hit the brake for I was already airborne and the wheels were no longer in contact with the ground.  It was frightening at first but then the rush of being weightless enveloped me.

Upon reentry into the atmosphere I noticed a small orange speckle on the road where I was about to land.  With the thought of the speckle nestled in the back of my mind, I continued to deploy my blast shields so that the under-carriage of my truck wouldn’t be damaged due to such harsh temperatures.  As I approached more closely to the landing site, I realized that the insignificant little orange speckle was a very significant little orange kitty.  The kitty’s innocent blue eyes gazed upon me with a look of despair and tranquility.  I couldn’t end this little kitty’s life; it had only just started not more than four weeks before.  It was time to think quickly and luckily my instinct kicked in when I realized that there was an open cavity on the right side of the blast shield of my truck.  With all my power I leaned to the left hoping that my efforts were enough to help save the kitty’s life.  My truck’s position shifted just before I landed and then I totally bottomed out.  If the blast shield wasn’t destroyed from the harsh temperatures, it definitely was after the impact of the landing, and I didn’t want to know the encumbrance that the little kitty has just faced.  After my truck rolled over about three and a half times, I crawled from the wreckage and noticed a small ring around the kitty where the small cavity from my blast shield left imbedded in the road.

Miraculously the kitty was still alive and well.  The kitty was almost completely covered in ash except for a small stripe across his eyes where his front paws were protecting after laying in the fetal position.  He looked like a raccoon that had just stuck his finger in a light socket.  I heard a faint cry that sounded like the scratch of an old record in which the volume was turned almost all the way down.

It was official.  We were life partners.  I held the life of this little kitty in my hands and chose not to end it.  I felt like the savior of this kitty and all this kitty had to do was repent.  Ok whatever, I exaggerated a little bit but everything else is completely true.  His big blue eyes sparkled as I placed him on my shoulder.  Fortunately I had majored in observational body language of felines for two semesters, so I was able to discover that the kitty’s name was Jeffrey.  How fitting of a name since it means “life abundance” and “reckless endangerment.”

Furthermore, the AK 47 was the only piece of artillery that was salvageable from the carnage so I grabbed it and a couple of grenades and threw them in my knapsack.  An unfortunate young man was approaching on his Ninja motorcycle.  I was left with no choice but to slay him with my lucky Rambo knife that I had strapped to my lower calf and steal his motorcycle for our only mode of transportation.  As I drove down the road, I realized that we, the kitty and I, have refuted to nothing but savages.  My heart seiged with adrenaline and the only thing separating me and the kitty was a thin layer of sweat seeping from the glands on my shoulder.  The repugnant smell of the rotting human flesh and excrement rose from the surface of the ever present nuclear holocaust like smoke from a bonfire in the midst of the campsite.  We didn’t know where we were going but we knew that we had to get there fast.

Over the next several hundred miles we were forced to live off of the environment and we would do anything to keep each other alive.  In combination we killed approximately 19 humans, nine of which were samurais from Al Jazir who ambushed us as we entered a gas station to steal some candy bars and beef jerky for protein.

Meanwhile the nuclear holocaust continued around us.  The feeling of uneasiness entrapped us like a raging sea applying pressure on all sides of us.  The world was crushing down upon us and it seemed like there was nothing we could do about it but continue to kill all of mankind.

As a gunfight broke out around us we headed for cover looking for anything that could keep us safe from armor piercing bullets and highly intensified laser guns.  Off in the distance the kitty pointed to an end table that was tipped over.  Luckily it was reinforced with armor plating; I could tell that because it was built with excellent craftsmanship probably early Shaker or Mediterranean medieval blacksmith.  It had a rustic look to it which means that it will almost always be in style and match any drapes or window treatment.  As I rained some cover fire with my AK 47, we made our break for it like a couple of
Labrador dogs chasing a Frisbee on the summer beach.  The kitty made it to the refuge but I was not so lucky.  I had tripped over some barbed wire that was aimlessly strewed across the battlefield.  When I stood to my feet again I was hit by enemy fire.  I fell to the ground like filthy rag that was used only to clean human excrement.  At the time, I was not a religious man but I became one quickly.  Just at that moment I saw a bright light shining in my eyes and a small figure in the midst of this ambience.  I thought that at this moment I had died and was facing my creator.  Turns out it was the kitty shining a flashlight in my face.  Since the kitty was so small he could sneak under the enemy fire to come to my rescue without being detected.

It was like Karma.  The kitty draped me over his right shoulder like I was a weightless rag doll.  He carried me to safety with the strength of ten men, however he suffered several damaging blows nearly killing him before we even reached the small refuge.  My wounds were trivial for I found that the bullet only tore my shirt but I had skinned my elbow real bad and it hurt too.  Meanwhile, the kitty was breathing his last few breathes.  Each breath ghostly exited his lungs like it was his final.  I learned to cherish these last few minutes with him even though I knew there was nothing that I could do.

From that hour, the time passed quickly.  The kitty was now no longer with me.  And I felt that there was no closure that could suppress the feelings that I suffered.  The war was over and I felt like I could never be the same.  I had trouble talking about those events like a Vietnam War vet who had seen things that could never be described with enough expression to write on paper. To this day, I still force myself to visit the burial grounds even though I know he isn’t really buried there because I just left him on the battle field.  I guess I could have put him in my knapsack and given him a proper burial after all he had done for me but I had a cheese sandwich that I was saving for a midday snack.  Anyway, I continued my journey to school to meet up with some friends to eat some burritos at Qdoba. It was fun.

Sitting on a Red Couch in Alumni Hall

Oh my god! The most incredible thing happened to me the other day while I was sitting on a red couch in Alumni Hall. The moments I faced were so intrusive that whenever I see a couch or other form of sitting device of similar size, shape, or color I am entrenched in memories of this unforgettable event that I will do my best to describe.
Have you ever had one of those moments when you are suddenly taken back in time like you were in the good ol’ days again? I had one of those moments. It was like I had just visited the Fountain of Youth and drank the most crystal clear glass of “youth” known to man. As I felt the child-like juice embrace my corpuscles I realized that the era I was taken back to was definitively pre-adolescent. It was like I was 11 years old all over again.
I was sitting on a red couch in Alumni Hall at school underneath a set of stairs, while I worked quietly on my laptop computer. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the most beautiful girl I had ever seen approaching in my direction. She had to be 19 years old maybe 20. Her soft brown hair galloped through the air like a herd of bison chasing a greener pasture in the distance. Her lovely arms swayed back and forth with the perfect timing of an old fashioned metranome. And with a blink of an eye her presence was morphed from concerned, sadened overview to angelic perspiration on the brow of any anxious man whose gaze upon this beauty left them breathless.
She wore small clothes: tight fitting but not diminshing to the value of her essence. The skirt she wore caressed her thighs like the waves of the ocean on the banks of the midnight beach. It hung there like a two-part curtain waiting to be raised so an anticipating audience could behold an orchestra in the foreground of a balet playing Beethoven’s 5th Symphony in which I had upper balcony seats, maybe lower mezzanine. Her creamy legs were the dancers in this performance and I was, furthermore, left in pure amazement. It was that glorious and heavenly I tell you.
As the young lady approached the foot of the stairs she hesitated for she knew that full attention was drawn to her and there was no way out but to pursue her destination. What seemed like an eternity past, finally she reached the end of the first flight of stairs and with much gratitude the show began. As she turned the corner to go up the second flight, her skirt flew to one side as if to escape the grasp of her luscious hips. And there they were; shining with the equivalence akin only to the Northern Lights of the Alaskan frontier: white cotton panties with hot pink trim. I was stunned and slightly shaken.
I felt that my life could have ended and yet it would have been satisfactorily lived to the fullest. The adrenal sensation I felt pulsating through my veins with every heart beat was enough to send me nearly to cardiac arrest, but I held strong like I had just eaten my second bowl of Wheaties for an early morning breakfast.
Just as quickly as the show began it was ended like a bottle rocket fizzing out in the midnight sky. The recovery process could slowly take over and return my body back to normalcy in 2005. For a brief moment I felt like a kid again; attaining my youth one last time. All I could think about was how thankful I was for sitting on a red couch in Alumni Hall.

Koi Fish Tattoo (Black and White)

I drew this koi fish in my criminal law class.  It was totally from memory which is rather impressive for me since I usually need some kind of picture to base my drawings on.  Anyway, it is a pencil drawing on notebook paper.

The Turtle Animal Cracker

I love animal crackers let me tell you about the one I love the most in a story called “The Turtle Animal Cracker.”

The turtle animal cracker, does his taste exceed that of the other crackers? Is that why I love the turtle so much? No. Actually, he doesn’t even taste very good at all, even though all the crackers taste exactly the same. Ah yes, it’s because the wonderful, rounded shape of the turtle that is so appealing to me, but his shape is so simple without elaborate design. So why is the turtle animal cracker my favorite? I think that maybe it’s deeper than the shape or the taste. I think that it the symbolism displayed in the character of the turtle.

I would like to delve for a minute into the heart of the turtle and express to you as a reader my inner feelings toward the turtle animal cracker. The goal of this paper is to simply encourage a stimulation of the mind. Although turtles are very old and wise, they just don’t know the answer. “The answer to what?” you may be asking yourself. The boy asks, “Mr. Turtle, how many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?” Never fails, every time the turtle refers the boy to Mr. owl. Maybe the story of the turtle and the hare can be a reference here in this instance of the tootsie pop?
Mr. Turtle remains persistent and constant because every time the boy asks he is sent to Mr. Owl. Does Mr. Turtle have something to hide? Does he feel that withholding the answer will somehow make him the “winner” in the end as he was in The Turtle and the Hare? Every time the boy goes to Mr. Owl, he foolishly hands over his tootsie pop and Mr. Owl always eats it. Mr. Turtle could be using this ignorance to display how wise he really is. But I don’t understand how it will benefit him any. Maybe this turtle simply enjoys the folly of the young boy.
How could he do that??? Mr. Turtle could only have good intentions, right??? He just wants to teach the boy a lesson- Sometimes, little boy, you will have to lick the tootsie pop yourself to find out how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center, to tell you the truth its probably more than three despite what Mr. Owl says. But remember to keep your head up high; you may lose count a few times, but keep trying…
Wait a minute! That is the reason behind Mr. Turtle’s obvious ignorance. The turtle kept on running on running in the race in The Turtle and the Hare. The hare rested. Even though the turtle was considerably slower, he ended up winning the race by a hare (pun). I hope the boy picks up on this pattern and keep on trying to; he will become a winner too.
There you go… The turtle animal cracker is symbolic of the real Mr. Turtle. He gives us all hope to be the winner. But is this just another plot in Mr. Turtles Master Plan? Does he want us to think of him as being mild-mannered and with good intentions? It is obvious that the turtle is wise whether he realizes it or not. He could be using this innocence to distract us from knowing his evil motives to take over in the end. Slaves to the infamous Turtle Animal Cracker??? Sounds ironic but it could be possible. (But not at least until 2008).
Anyway, I don’t know… The turtle animal cracker is a very complex cracker, not your normal cracker… Three words to describe the turtle: simple, defiant, cunning, wise, clever, elaborate, tasty, brilliant. Okay that is like five words but you get the point. Maybe that is why the turtle animal cracker is my favorite, because he stimulates such controversial questions like, “Will we be slaves to the turtle in 2008?” Let’s hope that it won’t come true at least until 2010 cause I have my whole life ahead of me.
Anyway, I love Mr. Turtle animal cracker and I hope you do too someday.
Thank You!!!

Drawings

I will be posting some pics of my drawings soon, possibly tonight.  Most of my drawings are doodles but I have some that are pretty good.  I will be posting them as soon as I have access to a scanner.

Sandi Alaska

This is a song that I wrote shortly after my girlfriend and I had a horrible fight.  I wanted to keep the relationship going so I wrote this song.  My intentions were to make her smile so it is kind of a funny song.  Surprisingly, it has a real catchy tune because shortly after I wrote it some students heard the song and started singing it unconsciously. 

[Verse 1] Sandi Alaska, you are very sweet.

Sandi Alaska, you’re the girl that any guy would like to meet.

Sandi Alaska, you’re the best girl that I know, oh baby.

I met you one day and Recycled Percussion show.

[chorus]

Sandi Alaska, yeah

Sandi Alaska, oh baby,

Well, you will always be my baby yeah.

And her name is…

[Bridge] Sandi Alaska…Sandi Alaska…Sandi Alaska…Sandi Alaska.

[Verse 2] Sandi Alaska, I don’t want to feel like this…Anymore.

Sandi Alaska, I really acted like a silly boar.

Sandi Alaska, I want you to be my baby.

Won’t you help me be your baby toooooooo!

[chorus]

[solo]

[chorus]

[Outro] Sandi Alaska…Sandi Alaska…Sandi Alaska…Sandi Alaska.

The chord progression is real simple: Verse, intro, bridge, solo and outro are G5-C5-D5-C5. Chorus is [G5-D5-E5-C5]x3[B5-C5].