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2009-11-24T17:41:00.000-08:00

The Moon

By: James Crowley

Six topics:

Ever heard someone say the moon makes people crazy? Actually the thought is pretty old-aged, because the word “lunatic,” meaning a crazy person, comes from the Latin word “luna” meaning moon. This relationship was evaluated by a team at the University of Saskatchewan in Canada, in 1986. After they had performed 100 studies they came to the conclusion that there is, “no casual relationship between lunar phenomena and human behavior.” They also took a look at the data recorded about other occurrences such as, murders and suicides and other traumatic episodes happening on a full moon and discovered flaws in the records. These mistakes and the data collected on the studies performed by the college have been evaluated as mere coincidences that any of them even happened on a full moon at all.

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The moon marvelous to look up at each night, but did u know that people believed that the moon was used as a symbol of gods and goddesses throughout time? The Divine Archer of Ancient Greece, Artemis, was portrayed celestially, or given a name in the stars, as the Moon. Another time and place, Egypt’s “Mistress of Magic,” Isis, also was represented by the Moon. These gods and goddesses are chosen to be represented by the moon because they show significant importance to these peoples religion. In most religions the moon was the second runner-up to the sun and the earth, putting it at distinct third place.

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Remember those Halloween movies about werewolves and who could forget the “New Moon” by Stephanie Meyer. Well there are so many folk tales about werewolves, from magic to mutation. The original story of a man turning into a wolf was the tale of a Greek king Lycaon. He was changed into a wolf by Zeus because Lycaon played tricks on him. After this the tales of wolves and werewolves were told everywhere.. There have been movies were the werewolves are just monsters or there are some that show them as changing people who psychologically fight themselves each time they change so that they can protect their humanity. There was a folk-lore about a coven of witches who magically conjured this werewolf who consumed the moon for power. These werewolves attribute their power, in every story, to the moon. Whether it’s just the first time or every time they experience the full moon. The Moon plays a key role in every story because of it’s significant size being associated with power.

Realistically the moon to people is a really big rock that changes in shape, day by day. Actually the moon orbits the earth in an oval shape and rotates on an axis much like the earth, in the rotating on an axis part. The axis of the Moon is only 1.5 degrees and it does not have seasons like the earth. Because of the small tilt of the axis some points on the moon never have darkness and some never see light. Due to the axis, a day on the lasts 29.5 days. This measurement starts from one sunset and ends at the next.

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Did you know the Moon wasn’t always one big ball in space? About 4.6 billion years ago, the Big Whack the earth was hit by a planet-sized something, that ended up taking a large chunk of earth and crushing it into pieces. These pieces caught the gravity of earth and ended up looking like the rings of Saturn. These small pieces of rock kept colliding and joining to eventually form the moon. From all that collision the rocks’ matter heated up forming magma. The magma took 3-4 billion years to cool, but while it was cooling it was bombarded by asteroids, some so large that it almost broke the Moon in half and eventually had an extremely large impact causing the crater on the moon, South Pole-Aitken Basin, one of the biggest craters on the moon. The only reason this doesn’t happen to Earth is because it has an atmosphere that breaks things down as they try to hit us. For the most part the asteroids burn up and never reach Earth, but the Moon has no atmosphere so it gets hit with any asteroid that comes it’s way.

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The human race has tested our ability of exploratory technology on the Moon. We’ve sent many satellites to observe the Moon. Some just take pictures and some do radar to scan the Moon’s geography. Recently NASA has started the exploration for water on the moon. They’ve found water after a recent mission which sent two satellites on collision impact to discover an underground water supply. Our plans for the water on the Moon is to be able to produce hydrogen for fuel and oxygen for breathing, so that the future astronauts can use the moon as a pick-up site for other explorations further than the moon. The Moon, as of right now, is the farthest human exploration we’ve performed.

"History - Mythology of the Moon." Lunar Prospector. Web. 25 Nov. 2009.

"Teutonic Myth and Legend -." Google Books. Web. 25 Nov. 2009.

"World Book." Ed. Paul D. Spudis. Web. 24 Nov. 2009.

2009-11-05T09:20:00.000-08:00

nasa link
mythology, physics, and psychological stuff about the moon
"Teutonic Myth and Legend" by Donald MacKenzie for mythology of the moon
psych annalysis for lunar effect

my annotation essay scraps

2009-11-03T18:00:00.000-08:00

i figured i might right about some subjects that really don't have anything in common except the fact that it has something to do with the moon.

here are a few starter subgects:

religion
space

physics

the way it makes us feel

these are what i've started out with but, if anyone has something better let me know

2009-11-03T17:19:00.000-08:00

Right at the beginning of

“Robotic Nation” by Marshall Brain, the essay starts out at an image of his family going out to Mc Donald’s for supper. As the family walks in, a concierge informs them that there is a kiosk

now that can take all the orders and that they can take the receipt that the machine gives them and place it on there table so that their food can be delivered to the table when the food is made instead of having to go through the process of getting everyone’s orders together and waiting in line and then reciting them to the cashier. So now the whole waiting in line process has been completely obliterated from the long equation of dull moments that eventually lead to you getting your food and enjoying every delectable bite.

As the writer goes on he mentions that this kiosk seems to be the best solution for the consumer and the employer. There is fewer people that the employer has to pay to take orders and for the consumer there is an easier, quicker way to order their food. This event was not the only one referenced, but it was the one that stood out because this machine replaced a job that is usually referred to as an “easy job.”

Along the way, the writer stops along the way to drop some facts about micro chips and "Moore's Law".For those who don't know what this law means , it goes as the following: "Moore's Law " states that CPU power doubles every 18-24 months. The rest of the essay is based around a science-fiction view of our future that ends up replacing most jobs that require physical actions to complete and taking the jobs that pursue higher learning such as jobs in the academic field or the other jobs requiring intelligent thought that at this futuristic take on the world describes the computers’ AI or artificial intelligence to be extensively indulging in most parts of the human workforce. This also leads to the question of “where everyone else will work?”

Furthering the point the essay pursues it’s persuading argument for the “theft” of jobs it explains through scientific theology that describes the evolutionary path of our technology. The writer gives not only information about the past, but for our present and his own opinion towards the future. Mr. Brain also states in a very accurate way that the world will have to establish a new functional economy based on some other equation because the one that we have now, “labor = money,” will be destroyed in every effect of life.

the ethnographic essay re-upped

2009-10-27T19:11:00.000-07:00

A CNA
By: James Crowley
　
　
You walk into this building and smell soap, human excrement, sweat and the odor of such an emotion, only to be described as sadness. This building doesn’t resemble a prison or an asylum, but it does have lovely green shutters. This place is a nursing home. Just walking around, inside and out, you will notice the usual probably; old people giving fake smiles, playing queer games that appear to be a daily ritual, and these people, who for only two reasons, money or they have a great heart, do what they do everyday. These people who seem to be abstract from the illusion, are called Certified Nursing Assistants.
These people influence their patients and are influenced by them. Everyday they go to work for at least eight hours and then they go home, sleep, try to live a life and then go back to work for another eight hours. They are not saints or angels, they are working people trying to pay their bills and enjoy some sort of happiness of existing in this world. Really these people have what you would call “a good soul.” They wipe peoples’ butts and feed them. They play games and make them feel better just by talking to them.
They for some reason keep coming back for more after all these awful, disgusting, humiliating things happen to them that would twist your view on life. You are probably wondering why I would write this after I gave you all these great visuals and then throw you a negative twist is because under all that sweetness, there is a disgusting, manipulative, psychologically destructive war zone. The diseases and the messes, let alone is enough for some people to high tail it out of there. There is more deception, stress, and misery in this place than there is most places combined. Now if neither of these things have changed your mind on this enviroment yet, than the emotional stress and the lying not just to everyone but yourself makes life so unbearably boring that you keep trying to make life more interesting to tip your emotional scale. Even though, in the end, nothing changes. People live, people die; but what is worse than this is knowing death is coming and denying it even in the last minutes and lying to the person’s face.
I’ve talked to people who have either worked as a Certified Nursing Assistant or is still working as one and most responses have come out as whirling vortexes of chaos, pleasure, life and death. From everyone I asked, there is two main responses, “I love my job,” “I need my job.” These things being said stands for what, simplicity of emotion or truly being in denial of your own self thought? Maybe the only thing required for this job is to be able to like yourself even when no one else does.
Well when you look at this place, this job and its’ lifestyle, it is always unique. It never stops because there is something addictive about it. In the end, I got out clear but everyday I would run back to it without a second thought. Humph maybe I never ended my CNA life.

2009-10-21T17:21:00.000-07:00

A CNA
By: James Crowley
　
　
You walk into this building and smell soap, human excrement, sweat and the odor of such an emotion, only to be described as sadness. This building doesn’t resemble a prison or an asylum, but it does have lovely green shutters. This place is a nursing home. Just walking around, inside and out, you will notice the usual probably; old people giving fake smiles, playing queer games that appear to be a daily ritual, and these people, who for only two reasons, money or they have a great heart, do what they do everyday. These people who seem to be abstract from the illusion, are called Certified Nursing Assistants.
These people influence their patients and are influenced by them. Everyday they go to work for at least eight hours and then they go home, sleep, try to live a life and then go back to work for another eight hours. They are not saints or angels, they are working people trying to pay their bills and enjoy some sort of happiness of existing in this world. Really these people have what you would call “a good soul.” They wipe peoples’ butts and feed them. They play games and make them feel better just by talking to them.
They for some reason keep coming back for more after all these awful, disgusting, humiliating things happen to them that would twist your view on life. You are probably wondering why I would write this after I gave you all these great visuals and then throw you a negative twist is because under all that sweetness, there is a disgusting, manipulative, psychologically destructive war zone. The diseases and the messes, let alone is enough for some people to high tail it out of there. There is more deception, stress, and misery in this place than there is most places combined. Now if neither of these things have changed your mind on this enviroment yet, than the emotional stress and the lying not just to everyone but yourself makes life so unbearably boring that you keep trying to make life more interesting to tip your emotional scale. Even though, in the end, nothing changes. People live, people die; but what is worse than this is knowing death is coming and denying it even in the last minutes and lying to the person’s face.
As a Certified Nursing Assistant, I really did the job for making people feel better. I always came in doing everything I could to make them feel better about themselves. As the months went by I really believe I was losing myself. I would start to do things “half-fast” and over and over again because I lost my heart to look people in the face and say things are all right. I was starting to realize that I was the small man on the “totem pole” and it made things even worse. I was over stressed with work, numb to death, ,in denial of losing my patients, and on top of it I was bored with my outside life in comparison to work. I had too much going on to react, so I would jump into situations to see if my emotions would make any noticeable change.
I really wish I could go back and do it again. It was such a learning experience day in and day out. I could identify a smell to be from food , excrement, vomit from several feet away. Well I take a CNA as a person that can not figure out life, so they watch life like a burning candle, wondering why it takes so long to burn out. They only wonder why it burns for so long because secretly they wish it never went out. This is a childish belief but it is what keeps them human.
Well when you look at this place, this job and its’ lifestyle, it is always unique. It never stops because there is something addictive about it. In the end, I got out clear but everyday I would run back to it without a second thought. Humph maybe I never ended my CNA life.

2009-10-16T12:56:00.000-07:00

Them
The couple that never stops arguing, never stops loving, never stopping to think to breathe. They never knew that if it all stopped they would lose everything they hold onto because of never having a grasp of reality in the highest sense of the word. Why try so hard if scaring yourself day in and day out is the excitement, the particular “hehehaha” in life? She is this subject of a book that never stops being written and never-ending in its astonishing venture towards knowing who and what, why and how she is this butterfly, this rose that hasn’t bloomed, this magnificent force of nature that stops you in your tracks. He who everyone watches is essentially a false idol, for he will never have it as easy as he makes it look because he is always jumping and running and fighting towards those days when he can just sit down and enjoy the “perfect” picture of old age, accompanied by that woman that he put everything down for. They as separate people are something of a marvel of questions but together they master all challenges, from people, money, homes, school, life in its entirety to be a simple arithmetic of a toddler.

Jim Crowley

new draft for essay

2009-10-04T20:24:00.000-07:00

“What Makes Me Who I Am”
By: James Crowley

From time to time I wonder what makes me who I am. Is it my memories? Is it my friends and family that shaped me? These are the usual ways people would make omission of themselves. I feel as though I am all of these things plus something, that at this moment, I do not know. Is feeling this way make me who I am? My curiosity, my dedication to the thought of not only the physical, but the mental dilemmas always needing a solution. Does this make me scientific and thorough for my exploration or unfinished and bias for my depiction on life? I acknowledge that I can never truly know everything, but I always strive to know more every day.. At least now you have an idea of where my madness comes from. If anyone asks me who I am, this is where I would start.

I started out my life in Fall River, Massachusetts. I was born In Charlton Hospital and at the time had two parents that got along.. My parents ended up splitting up about a year and a half after I was born.. My mother was the one to kick him out because he was stealing from her. Later that year she met my little brother’s father. As you can guess she had my little brother and not more than a year later they split up because he cheated on her. About the time I was four years old I had this look on life that if my mother met a guy, he probably would not last long enough to remember my name. Well I went with these assumptions that my mom’s third husband was temporary, but deep down I hoped that he was the guy who would stick around. This guy was really wonderful to my mom and to us. He gave my mom what she needed and wanted and he liked hanging out with us. He was one of those all American dads. He helped me with school and he even got me into sports. He made it so easy to like him because he was easy going, honest, and dependable.

After about two years that he was with us he asked me if I wanted his last name instead of my biological father’s. Of course I said yes, but when it came to the adoption hearing. I changed not only my last name, but my entire name to his because, even though I was only six years old, I knew that he was the only father in my life and that I loved him as my father. On this day I went from Joshua Michael Renato Blais to James William Crowley Jr.

A couple years later we moved to Taunton, Massachusetts. I really was able to learn a lot from the only man I truly could say I idolized, I learned how to fix cars, treat women, realize that family should always be taken care of first, and how much hard work pays off. I can remember a time when my dad kept me home from school one day because my mom’s car had needed a new starter but, instead of getting a mechanic to look at it, he lifted up the hood and told me, “Why would you waste good money on a job you can do yourself?” We had stayed in Florida for about a year. To sum it up we had everything in the world without stress and problems. We had so much fun there. We had a horse named Misty, we had a huge pool, we had five acres of land to drive the old cavalier my dad gave us. Life was great. Unfortunately my parents ended up separating for a while, because my great-grandmother was ill and my mother wanted to not just come back and visit, but move back. After everything my dad didn’t want to give up what he had been able to achieve because it was a great life and anyone would probably decide the same. Not even two weeks later, my dad had given up everything to come back to us. You probably have no idea how amazing this is to me but I really believe this is what makes me who I am and also why I always need to find out what compels people to do what they do.

Whenever I can do anything for people I think of this person in my life who best explains a caring person. My father, James William Crowley, Sr. showed me what life is about and why you should always keep going because no matter how many times he has had it all, he still gave it all up to make us very happy. This man is who I will always call my father, my mentor, my hero; but most of all Dad. This man is those moments, and the person that makes me the inquisitive, thorough, and undeniably persistent person I am. Maybe that little thing that I did not know before I wrote this is, love. So in the end, I realized that it really is everything that makes me. From my feelings, to the people in my life, to the moments I have shared with people and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. This is me.

first draft of english essay

2009-09-28T09:10:00.000-07:00

“What Makes Me Who I Am”
By: James Crowley

From time to time I wonder what makes me who I am. Is it my moments? Is it my friends and family? These are the usual ways people would make of themselves. I feel as though I am a little bit of both plus something, that a this moment, I do not know. Is feeling this way make me who I am? My curiosity, my kindness to the thought of not only the physical, but the mental dilemmas always needing a solution. Does this make me scientific and thorough for my exploration or unfinished and analytical for my depiction on life? I acknowledge that I can never truly know everything, but I always strive to know more every day.. At least now you have an idea of where my madness comes from. If anyone asks me who I am, this is where I would start.

I started out my life in Fall River, Massachusetts. I was born In Charlton Hospital and at the time had two parents that got along.. My parents ended up splitting up about a year and a half after I was born.. My mother was the one to kick him out because he was stealing from her. Later that year she met my little brother’s father. As you can guess she had my little brother and not more than a year they split up because he cheated on her. About the time I was four years old I had this aspect that if my mother met a guy, he probably would not last long to remember my name. Well I went with these assumptions that my mom’s third husband was temporary, but deep down I hoped that he was the guy who would stick around. This guy was really wonderful to my mom and to us. He made it so easy to like him because he was easy going, honest, and dependable. After about two years that he was with us he asked me if I wanted his last name instead of my biological father’s. Of course I said yes, but when it came to the adoption hearing. I changed not only my last name, but my entire name to his because at this moment I knew that he was the only father in my life and that I loved him as my father. On this day I went from Joshua Michael Renato Blais to James William Crowley Jr.

A couple years later we moved to Taunton, Massachusetts and then to Florida. I really was able to learn a lot about the only man I truly could say I idolized, I learned how to fix cars, treat women, realize that family should always be taken care of first, and how much hard work pays off. We had stayed in Florida for about a year. To sum it up we had everything in the world without stress and problems. Unfortunately my parents ended up separating for a while, because my great-grandmother was ill and my mother wanted to not just come back and visit, but move back. After everything my dad didn’t want to give up what he had been able to achieve because it was a great life and anyone would probably decide the same. Not even two weeks later, my dad had given up everything to come back to us. You probably have no idea how amazing this is to me but I really believe this is what makes me who I am and also why I explore like I do. Whenever I can do anything for people I think of this person in my life who best explains a caring person. My father, James William Crowley, Sr. showed me what life is about and why you should always keep going because no matter how many times he has had it all, he still gave it all up to make us very happy. T his man is who I will always call my father, my mentor, my hero; but most of all Dad. This man is those moments, and the person that makes me the inquisitive, analytical, and undeniably persistent person I am; maybe that little same thing that I did not know before I wrote this is love.
So in the end, I realized that it really is everything that makes me. From my feelings, to the people in my life, to the moments I have shared with people and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. This is me.

2009-09-23T09:47:00.000-07:00

my essay is about my dad mostly and how he came into my life. rite now its about two pages but i'm trying to make it longer

2009-09-23T09:42:00.001-07:00

all set