Hangin' with Haley
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Evelyn Glennie: How to Listen
Friday, May 7, 2010
Farmer's Market Visit
5 . 7 . 2010
What is your name and your role here at the farmer's market?
My name is Cindy Christ and I am a handmade-soap vendor.
Why do you choose to shop here?
I don't really shop here because I work here. I do visit other Farmer's Markets though that have more produce and I do my shopping there.
When did you start coming here?
I started coming here around a year ago.
Do you garden at home? Why or why not?
Yes, I grow my own herbs and flowers for my soaps.
What would be your advice to get others to do what you do?
You have to have dedication to helping your community, and so I suggest finding that dedication somewhere and using it.
Have you seen the movie Food Inc.? What did you think?
I haven't seen the actual movie but it's on my list due to the preview. The preview did look interesting, relevant, and revealed some little loop holes in the government that we should be stopping.
Look up cheap items and expensive items. Were they what you expected?
I looked at over five vending booths but I noticed that out of the three, that only two were expensive. The three booths that were less expensive were the flower booths, the bread booth, and the herb booths. Each one of these were about five dollars per multiple items. On the other hand, the other two booths, the organic almond booth and the organic olive oil and balsamic vinegarette were on the more expensive side. These products leaned more towards the fifteen to twenty dollar range per package.
By the way, I saw Brandon D. on the way out of the Farmer's Market and Andrew P.M. on his bike pedaling down the road towards the Market on my way home! Hey guys! :)
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The Senior Garden
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
School Daze & School Daze II
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
These Tears I Cry
As I waft along the blank white of what is paradise, I see what I dreamed of as a little girl. Exotic trees and flowers fill the vast expanse of clouds as I walk, enchanted, through this Garden of Eden. Birds flock through the clouds and fly into these trees like they have not a care in the world. I wish I was the same but I was troubled. I was not a selfish person, so why had I left the realm of the living? It was because I had been blind to the beauty of the world as I drowned in a sea of sadness. I could not see the beauty of the water as it engulfed me. I had loved my family and I still did. I breathed a breathless sigh and continued my walk through the flora of heaven, the sun shining on my back. I saw myself in my old world, with my family and my friends. It was like a television screen in my head as I walked in a trance, unconscious, through the woods, not crushing a single flower or blade of grass.
Immediately, I was thrust back into my body. I was the same and I could feel every emotion my soul had felt, but I couldn’t control my actions. It was like a movie, where you feel as the main character does but you could not direct what they do. Deep down, I could feel a black demon, consuming bits of my soul, but I powered on with the world. I noticed now how I had loved the buzz of the city, like a hive of honeybees humming to a beautiful song but with more rap music and cussing. I replayed what was once boring daily life. Usually it had consisted of work, grocery shopping, and chores. I had never realized just how beautiful these were. Work had just been a mix of stress and coffee but now I noticed how I had loved focusing on my writing and occasionally glancing out the dirty window towards the city. I noticed how grocery shopping had been a maze of decadence and smells. You would walk past the man-made foods and towards the nutrition and work of the land was with the fruit and vegetables. And I noticed the chores, like sweeping, and how you could watch little motes of dust and pet hair fly into the air and twirl, as if dancing onto the previously clean floor. I noticed how my daughter had laughed, like a pixie, clean and clear like a glass bell. I had loved pretty much everything in the world except for the creature inside of me, gnawing and gnashing at my soul. I remembered one time when I had ridden the bus and there had been a crying girl.
Her eyes were rivers, streaming saltwater and sadness from hidden springs deep within her body. She wiped at them hopelessly, knowing more would come anyway.
“I’m such a terrible person…” she moaned.
The people in the bus were averting their eyes, all but me. She had looked up and attempted a watery smile. I hadn’t smiled, I hadn’t looked away either. She was ticking me off and my bad mood hadn’t helped either. The bus stopped and a man came on. He sat next to the sobbing girl and comforted her. He then started up a quiet conversation with her. She nodded and took a package from the man’s hand. At the next stop, both the man and I got off. He looked like a snake, slithery, slimy, and overall scary.
I had stormed off that day, in a rage, hatred burning red in my vision, intensified by my little demon inside. It growled and grinned as I let my disgust flood and swallow me. Why had I been so angry? I hadn’t known. So, I went home and started to clean furiously, as I always did when I was angry. It was something about the tickle of the cleaning chemicals in my nose that calmed me enough to become conscious again. I couldn’t stop my rage this time though, my thoughts were red and pulsing. Finally, I gave up on the cleaning and leaned over the sink. I wept, watching my tears swirl down the drain in a miniature whirlpool of sadness.
My will to live swirled down that same drain that day. It wasn’t a pleasant experience but I had to escape the demon pounding in my head. As my soul left my body, I watched the beast thrust itself from my shell. It writhed across the floor, death left in its wake. I watched as it squirmed though a microscopic crack in the wall and back to the world to the living in search of another soul to devour. I wafted towards the sky, like smoke from a chimney, and entered God’s realm.
I opened my eyes and found myself at the Gazing Glade, a place in heaven where the angels can look down upon their families. It reminded me of a watering hole, animals surrounding a body of water. Through the middle of this particular glade the uncorrupted version of the River Styx ran. You could see snatches of life dribbling like individual water droplets through the grass. It had views of my life too. The views I could see only if I dipped my face into the cool water.
Monday, January 11, 2010
"Trees" and "Leaves" Clean the Carbon
Synthetic "Trees"
Technological Advancements
Yes, the big white towers in the picture above are "trees" with a whole ton of "leaves". To you, it may look like just another type of solar windmill, solar panel, or a gigantic fly-swatter but this is different. This invention/project that has already been put in motion and seems to be working perfectly, soaking up 1000x more carbon than an actual tree. This "tree" soaks up carbon through its "leaves" and puts it into a chamber where it is then changed into liquid form. This "tree" could be used to make a CO2 liquid fuel which could be used in planes and cars. When the carbon is soaked up, this leaves cleaner air and more oxygen. The extra plus? This tree doesn't need sunlight to work, it could be placed anywhere and still soak up the carbon! Now, they can be used to help slow or even stop global warming! Now that is a technological advancement.