Sticking it to the "hombre"

Normally, I'm a well-tempered guy, but here's an article (from my Public Anthropology course) that I wrote in response to even the possibility of having a national language other than English:

"The thoughts that entered as I considered this matter turned immediately to the founding fathers of this nation - particularly, my ancestry. I, personally, am about as English as you can go without singing "God Save the King," according to my family line, if you choose to ignore some of my Swedish influence, or my Scottish influence. Even then, I don't think that everyone aboard the Mayflower was from London. Such a notion should be considered absurd.

The Founding Fathers worked hard to colonize this nation, whereas our recent Hispanic visitors have not had such luck in giving to the country. True, we have had a lot longer to prove ourselves, but one question that can be asked to all is this: Why did you (or those that brought you) come to this land? The immediate answers that come up are that the Founding Fathers came for freedom - free from kings, free to own land, and so on. Now, may I ask the same of the Hispanics? I would expect that the resounding answer would be this: Better work. Nothing more than a labor market, set up by those that were already here.

That summarizes my answer to whoever wants to come in and reign over the government. As to the official language of the United States, here is my grand finale: Come and take it from my (politically) cold, dead hand."

Take that, pro-españoles!

[DOUBLE FEATURE] Am I who I am? * The colors...

All my life ( or for most of it, anyways) I have carried around these names. Titles of distinction, some good, some unpleasant, but all surround be like the cosmos surrounds the Earth. And yet, do I want to hold them as a wall to protect myself, or do I want to release them as a burden? I found out today that I am not something that I thought I once was. Whether or not I feel it as a blessing or a burden, I do not know my ultimate emotions on the matter. I do know this, though, that my part is not yet complete from releasing myself from this title, and still the pendulum swings heavier and heavier, though my grip begins to slide.

Do I really want to release myself from the bindings that hold me from myself, or do I once again find myself hanging from the cliff away from the protection of those bindings? Are they binding cords, or are they my lifeline?

All grows calm, and I find myself torn.

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Days of campus education have found me seeking alternate entertainment from what I once found joy and happiness in. Long ago, I found color analysis to be entertaining, e.g., the color personality test (Red/White/Blue/Yellow), which I scored a good "Frostbite" color with - White, then Blue (at about a half of what White scored), then a rough mixture of Red and Yellow at a couple points each.

Libraries are interesting things. I found myself in the campus library, leafing through its books when I found this information about cities. Apparently, every city is divided into classifiable zones, regardless of whether or not it was designed to be so. Let me show you.


RED ZONE: The "lifeblood of town." Your traditional thoughts when you hear the phrase "metropolis."

ORANGE ZONE: (red+yellow) Shopping malls, street markets, etc. Think: Park Avenue.

YELLOW ZONE: Things of curiosity within the city - things to see, things to hear, and so on. The circus is a great example of this.

GREEN ZONE: (yellow+blue) Calming, yet pleasant. A small lake with ducks, or a park with pigeons to feed. (Good for a walk; people like this the best...)

BLUE ZONE: Serene, cool, placid. Fountains, landscapes, and lakes are sure to be found in this, but water is not necessary.

PURPLE ZONE: Mysterious. The concept behind a dungeon. Quiet, but too quiet. Something is just lurking behind that corner, waiting for the kill...

BROWN ZONE: Wholesome and satisfying. Great place to teak a break from purple's influence. A calm, open plaza with high walls, but still well lit by ambient light, with rocks and trees, all open to the moonlight, and no lurking shadows.

GREY ZONE: Solemn, like a tomb, or a graveyard. Not much in terms of aesthetics, but somber.

WHITE ZONE: Expansive. Towers, mountains, plateaus, anything that will give you a chance to stop and expand your mind. Does not even need to be tall - just expansive. (e.g., no trees within roughly 100-200 feet of your position.)


This leads me to a point where I must subside, but I have more material available for the interested.