I approached the sprawling maw of the sea, with worried superstition upon my brain. I felt a sudden discomfort in the wind. It was a cold wind, full of the vivifying qualities the air of the sea was known for, but with a foreboding presence attached to it. I was reminded of an old schoolmaster, who would loom over the class like a shadow, and whose voice would blow like the wind, chilling all in his wake. The air was certainly as foul that day, but I treaded the gray beach, awaiting the sea and whatever fate it beheld me.
I entered the bone-chilling, black waters, collecting myself before enveloping my entire body within it. Oh it was cold! But one must make sacrifices in the face of thrill and excitement. One must chill themselves in life at one point or another, to better appreciate the warmth of an August afternoon. Life is full of discomforts, and it is an admirable trait to embrace discomfort, to better appreciate the pleasures that life bestows on us so briefly and elusively.
The waves rolled endlessly, a seemingly futile attempt to chip away the shore. But who is to say the waves are futile in their enterprise? Certainly a thousand years will see their goals completed; their victory assured. A grain of sand moved or dissolved by the sea may seem insignificant to mortal men, but to the waves, it is one more victory against the land. I dove into the water, stiffly attached to the plank-board that would be my companion that day. The water was cold still, but the body has a way of dealing with the temperatures of the sea, only reminding the brain by the chattering of teeth and shortness of breath. I paddled my arms, swiftly avoiding the incoming hillocks of water. I meant them no harm, but to them I was but another grain of sand; an unnatural presence in their war against the shores of man.
As I journeyed more and more out to sea, the ferocity of the waves grew and grew. No more were they merely above my head, but now they towered before me. In a moment of panic, I turned around swiftly, and paddled before it, attempting to push myself back to shore in a conquering stance of freedom. Tales were told that this mere act of insubordination against nature was a freeing experience, full of inner meaning and enlightenment. My heart was racing, my pulse quickened as I furiously moved my arms in the water.
The wave came behind me, I was a mere twig in its comprehension, but suddenly, I rose. I turned on the face of the wave and stood. I stood in the very palm of god, racing as fast as I could to the other side before he noticed. I peered inside the blackness of the enveloping wall of water beside me, and could see nothing but the light on the other side. I was struck by the simplicity of this revelation. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, I fell back into the water, tossed in every direction by the same wave I had conquered. I returned to the shore; half-defeated, half-victorious. On the shores of men, we are important, but we are merely grains of sand to the sea.
The unrepresented portrait of the Firefly Squid masked its threat.
Its physical characteristics had been unknown until they day of their attack.
Scientists, having ignored the study of the Firefly Squid --for at the time the perennial threat of man eating sea otters was still at a precarious orange, failed to acknowledge the growing rage and contempt that amassed within the Firefly. Although very few study’s of the Firefly exist, one was found upon the news of their arrival. The book in which this classification is taken from, titled 101 Threats to the Future of Humanity, reads as follows:
The firefly squid, known to science as Watasenia scintillans, is a small member of the squid The firefly squid, known to science as Watasenia scintillans, is a small member of the squid family, growing to a length of only three inches. The tips of their tentacles are equipped with light-producing organs called photophores. The squid uses these lights to attract it prey. By flashing these lights on and off, they can attract small fish and then pounce on them with their powerful tentacles. The firefly squid is also capable of emitting light from its entire body. The squid's body is covered with tiny photophores that can be flashed in unison or alternated in an endless number of hypnotizing patterns.
Very little is known about the firefly’s motives except that after having consumed a bulk of course packets destined for a beginners film class on script theory at Santa Monica College its thirst for blood ensued. Upon reading the inns-and-outs of “script theory”, the firefly set for land with a modern take on film and a rolodex containing the names of potential music supervisors like Mark Mothersbaugh and/or John Cale. Upon settling in secret, heavily disguised as discarded video tape, the firefly amassed a cult-following of blood thirsty Gremlins/Police Academy fans. Because the firefly is an unknown species to man, scientists suggest that when encountered by a firefly squid, land-dwelling creatures need not mask their contempt for John Hughes as the firefly squid is born with innate hate for Molly Ringwald.
It is believed that by projecting alternate endings to films whose original endings failed to satisfy the average film enthusiast, the firefly made its way into the hearts of his land-dwelling adversary. One such example of firefly genius is evidenced in the firefly’s alternate ending of "Risky Business"
Because the average life span of the firefly is only one year, the rendering of its creative genius will be left in the hands of his land-dwelling adversary/John Hughes. Therefore, at least in this one case, the representation of the squid, and its impact on our terrestrial world, will be rendered a “Weekend at Bernie’s” and not a “Breakfast Club.”
Note: The views and opinions expressed in this piece are in no way those of the author, for he has an undying love for John Hughes and considers "Home Alone" a cinematic masterpiece.
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Assignment 4
By Michael Johnston
I approached the sprawling maw of the sea, with worried superstition upon my brain. I felt a sudden discomfort in the wind. It was a cold wind, full of the vivifying qualities the air of the sea was known for, but with a foreboding presence attached to it. I was reminded of an old schoolmaster, who would loom over the class like a shadow, and whose voice would blow like the wind, chilling all in his wake. The air was certainly as foul that day, but I treaded the gray beach, awaiting the sea and whatever fate it beheld me.
I entered the bone-chilling, black waters, collecting myself before enveloping my entire body within it. Oh it was cold! But one must make sacrifices in the face of thrill and excitement. One must chill themselves in life at one point or another, to better appreciate the warmth of an August afternoon. Life is full of discomforts, and it is an admirable trait to embrace discomfort, to better appreciate the pleasures that life bestows on us so briefly and elusively.
The waves rolled endlessly, a seemingly futile attempt to chip away the shore. But who is to say the waves are futile in their enterprise? Certainly a thousand years will see their goals completed; their victory assured. A grain of sand moved or dissolved by the sea may seem insignificant to mortal men, but to the waves, it is one more victory against the land. I dove into the water, stiffly attached to the plank-board that would be my companion that day. The water was cold still, but the body has a way of dealing with the temperatures of the sea, only reminding the brain by the chattering of teeth and shortness of breath. I paddled my arms, swiftly avoiding the incoming hillocks of water. I meant them no harm, but to them I was but another grain of sand; an unnatural presence in their war against the shores of man.
As I journeyed more and more out to sea, the ferocity of the waves grew and grew. No more were they merely above my head, but now they towered before me. In a moment of panic, I turned around swiftly, and paddled before it, attempting to push myself back to shore in a conquering stance of freedom. Tales were told that this mere act of insubordination against nature was a freeing experience, full of inner meaning and enlightenment. My heart was racing, my pulse quickened as I furiously moved my arms in the water.
The wave came behind me, I was a mere twig in its comprehension, but suddenly, I rose. I turned on the face of the wave and stood. I stood in the very palm of god, racing as fast as I could to the other side before he noticed. I peered inside the blackness of the enveloping wall of water beside me, and could see nothing but the light on the other side. I was struck by the simplicity of this revelation. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, I fell back into the water, tossed in every direction by the same wave I had conquered. I returned to the shore; half-defeated, half-victorious. On the shores of men, we are important, but we are merely grains of sand to the sea.
Parody Assignment
Rigo Gutierrez
The unrepresented portrait of the Firefly Squid masked its threat.
Its physical characteristics had been unknown until they day of their attack.
Scientists, having ignored the study of the Firefly Squid --for at the time the perennial threat of man eating sea otters was still at a precarious orange, failed to acknowledge the growing rage and contempt that amassed within the Firefly. Although very few study’s of the Firefly exist, one was found upon the news of their arrival. The book in which this classification is taken from, titled 101 Threats to the Future of Humanity, reads as follows:
The firefly squid, known to science as Watasenia scintillans, is a small member of the squid The firefly squid, known to science as Watasenia scintillans, is a small member of the squid family, growing to a length of only three inches. The tips of their tentacles are equipped with light-producing organs called photophores. The squid uses these lights to attract it prey. By flashing these lights on and off, they can attract small fish and then pounce on them with their powerful tentacles. The firefly squid is also capable of emitting light from its entire body. The squid's body is covered with tiny photophores that can be flashed in unison or alternated in an endless number of hypnotizing patterns.
Very little is known about the firefly’s motives except that after having consumed a bulk of course packets destined for a beginners film class on script theory at Santa Monica College its thirst for blood ensued. Upon reading the inns-and-outs of “script theory”, the firefly set for land with a modern take on film and a rolodex containing the names of potential music supervisors like Mark Mothersbaugh and/or John Cale. Upon settling in secret, heavily disguised as discarded video tape, the firefly amassed a cult-following of blood thirsty Gremlins/Police Academy fans. Because the firefly is an unknown species to man, scientists suggest that when encountered by a firefly squid, land-dwelling creatures need not mask their contempt for John Hughes as the firefly squid is born with innate hate for Molly Ringwald.
It is believed that by projecting alternate endings to films whose original endings failed to satisfy the average film enthusiast, the firefly made its way into the hearts of his land-dwelling adversary. One such example of firefly genius is evidenced in the firefly’s alternate ending of "Risky Business"
Because the average life span of the firefly is only one year, the rendering of its creative genius will be left in the hands of his land-dwelling adversary/John Hughes. Therefore, at least in this one case, the representation of the squid, and its impact on our terrestrial world, will be rendered a “Weekend at Bernie’s” and not a “Breakfast Club.”
Note: The views and opinions expressed in this piece are in no way those of the author, for he has an undying love for John Hughes and considers "Home Alone" a cinematic masterpiece.
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