Heavenly Stigma

I believe that nearly everything in life, in moderation, can serve as a resource to our benefit. The internet is definitely not an exception. The freedom the internet provides us as curious human beings, however, is often abused, resulting in a laziness that prevents people from fulfilling their potential as benefits to our ever-striving society and species. I believe a reevaluation of priorities can help prevent this desensitizing in the future. This essay will discuss the history of easily accessible internet in the US, the benefits of its universal application , and the negative effects of such power, as well as a solution to the problems presented by this resource.   Electronic computers were first used industrially in the mid 1950s, and these machines could occupy an entire room to be functional. These machines accomplished basic tasks using simpler algorithms to detect and create patterns, calculate numerical values, and process information. These machines have go...

    A few months ago, I was lurking through the blog of my former English teacher and writing mentor, and stumbled upon a post in which he discussed social media's limited time in his daily routine. While I can't say I memorized the entire entry, one particular line did stick with me, or at least, its conveyed idea.     Something along the lines of  "not letting other people dictate what you do with your time". While the concept of digital slavery seems laughable, It's honestly not stretching reality in the slightest. The moment one hears that ding notifying them of a new message or media, it's often an involuntary impulse to reach straight into their pocket to investigate, assuming the phone isn't already in hand (as is often the case, based on my own observations/experience).     Sounds like rattling shackles to me.     I won't say that this realization made me delete all my social media as the w...

A few years ago, there was a caricature floating around face of two disputatious characters on either side of a numerical figure. From one's insinuated positon, the figure appeared to be a 9, and from the other side, a 6. The image was captioned "Just because you're right doesn't mean I'm wrong". Of course, the same image and idea have been reintroduced to the internet countless times by dozens of different cartoonists and meme pages.  A pretty understandable dilemma, if not at least exaggerated, and I definitely understood the message it was trying to portray. One must be open to hear other's perspectives before forming an opinion on them. Except, I feel the comic did a poor job of conveying the idea due to this one logical fallacy; the image couldn't represent a value of 6 and 9. Here comes the juicy part of the rant.    The hypothetical figure, the core of the debate, was either; a) Drawn as a 6, in which case only one character is correct b) ...

     I'm resisting every single one of my primal instincts by staying up this late to write, and consuming even more of these toxic vapors, but if I don't do it now, this post might not come to fruition for another week. Although not much of personal life is revealed through this blog, I think it essential to this entry that I tell my readers that I am currently working two jobs, a part time at a popular pizza delivery chain, and a full time in my town paper's pressroom. I'd like to think this would explain to my handful of loyal readers why new content to the blog has been.. lacking.     Plenty of people work two jobs, it shouldn't be too difficult for a young adult to go with the motions, right? Well, I'd like to think that it's not my laziness that keeps me from staying on top of my responsibilities (including a Wendy's bag that's been in my backseat for nearly 4 days), bu...

The way her words mingle on her tongue like a forgotten language Her lips pressed together Puckering As if her existence were a fault line and her breathing a city Up and down like rooftops Uneven And still when it flat lines like those puckered wrapped around a cigarette steadily pulling in the smoke She smiles, her imagination running rampant as the rings curl around her finger She was never materialistic Finding it hard to enjoy the shit her family bought Yet still managing a thank you at the thought, creating a small rift as her breathing whispers in my ear the smell of smoke ringing in my nose The same way her curls ring 'round her finger subconsciously She is a blur Dancing in the moonlight before disappearing She is a star Glowing like there's no tomorrow A supernova explosion as her lips press against mine It's like worlds collide and I know I'm not worthy of her A queen meets a pauper who can't do much more than write about her As the rhythmic beat of...