Monday, January 23, 2012
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Spoon vs. Fork
All of us use utensils, 3-6 times a day. Each utensil has its specific purpose, and
proper function. Which one is the most universal? In a survey
preformed by myself, 19 out of 33 people, believed the spoon is more
versatile. Therefore, the spoon out shines the fork by usage,
entertainment, and creating sentimental memories.
The spoon is the shovel of inspiration; anything can be merely scooped into the
spoon and delivered to the mouth with ease. Food can be mashed, cut,
scooped, and stirred. Granted the fork can stab, cut, and shovel
food, but the forks prong like ends, leave gaps for soup, ice cream,
oatmeal, and other liquids, or soggy foods to slip through. Eating
cereal with a fork leaves many in despair, because the milk is left
behind in the bowl. The spoon on the other hand can be used for any
food types, meats, soups, ice cream, and the list goes on.
Spoons can entertain us. Believe it or not, many movies include the spoon.
One in particular is “Robin Hood Prince of Thieves”. There is a
scene where the Sheriff of Nottingham threatens to torture Robin Hood
with the spoon when he says,“I will carve his heart out with a
spoon.” In addition, there are the classic movie scenes where
people are “spooning” each other; not “forking”. Spoons are
used in music as well. For example Bluegrass Percussionist slap the
domed ends together to create a clicking sound. Another form of
entertainment is a card game called “Spoons”. Where someone will
grab a spoon in the middle of the table if they find certain cards in
their hand. These examples all prove that the spoon is imprinted into
From childhood to adulthood the spoon has created many memories. We all
have pictures of our first attempt as children eating food with the
spoon. Even in middle school, food fights wouldn't be complete
without the spoon. The spoons convex dome, holds the right amount of
food, and when pulled back just right, it catapults the ammo into the
air landing on the next victim. As adults some collect decorative
spoons to remind them of places they’ve been. Other people have
created memories by relaxing on a stormy nights with a warm bowl of
soup, and the spoon in hand.
In conclusion the spoon can virtually become anything and anyone could
use it with ease, no matter if they are young or elderly. Using a
little creativity, the spoon can become a shovel to dig a hole, or
become a cherished memory, or a part of a favorite movie, or a way to
savor food. In the end, if the fork is missed, the spoon can, always
be filed down to create short prongs, morphing itself into the spork.
This leaves the fork inferior, and the spoon becomes the universal
utensil of choice.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Do you ever feel this way? "What have I gotten myself into?" " I hope I can withstand the pressure?" "Am I crazy?" "Help!?!"
This picture is a exact prediction of what I've gotten myself into. An idea, which has been string in my, wee little, brain. SCHOOL... COLLEGE! That is right everyone, if you haven't heard it from the horses mouth, you are hearing it now for the 1st time. I'M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL TO BE A HIGH SCHOOL ART TEACHER...
Like Billy Madison said ,"Back to school, back to school. So that my dad don't think I'm a Fool." For me though, it would say, "...so my future kids don't think I'm a FOOL."
I started last week at DATC. Then at Weber, both Andy and I started Monday. I must say I'm liking the challenge of school. But my poor brain has be neglected for too long. To get it back in shape, has taken some major effort. You know what the smart people say, "If it doesn't hurt, you don't learn."
Already the transportation and parking at Weber has been a joke. Monday we drove up to the campus. We ended up driving around forever to find a parking spot in NO WHERE LAND. This adventure, caused us to be 10 min late for class. Therefore we made plans to ride the bus on Wednesday. Little did we know that this adventure would be the laughing stock of the week. Just image being on a bus, standing inch's away from the next person,(basically sardine's in a tiny can) barley any room to breath. While traveling for 50 Min's, (30 Min's longer than the schedule said) only to arrive at class 30 min late. Lesion learned leave 30-60 min earlier on the bus, to make it to school on time.
Here is Praying, my lovely idea becomes the best decision of my life. (beside getting married and going on a mission.) Hopefully I don't end up like the poor dog, in the picture above. Just waiting for the chair of stress to break. Crushing my little bones. Please, pray, or wish Andy and I luck, for yet, another fun chapter begins in our lives.