Think about how your eyes travel across a page to reach the end of each line. When they get to the end of that line, they stop – often midsentence – and reverse themselves. Your brain momentarily suspends comprehension while your eyes make their way back to the beginning of the next line, to resume trying to comprehend the sentence as it leaps backward and down across the page.
A writer's greatest predicament as I see it is his limitation to access online library sites. They are all paid subscriptions and if you go to the free ones, they don't usually display in full. So I am thinking since a lot of writers have been reading and posting comments in this blog, maybe you can post on which site you use for your library access and help each other.
Internet Explorer and Mozilla Firefox have long been the leader in internet search. Lately Google created their very own personalized browser Google Chrome. This is kind of funny because the browser itself does not contain the Google toolbar. I downloaded it last night and it was fast.
Americans are not big on the idea of being still.
Even when our bodies aren’t moving, our minds are under continual assault from increasingly unavoidable media. There are televisions in our minivans, and in our fast-food restaurants, too, so we can hear the day’s headlines while connecting to free WiFi, gorging on a half-pound hamburger and quadruple-thick milkshake. The image on the TV screen is crowded out by the station logo in the top right, the perpetual crawl across the bottom, and pop-up ads reminding us what show is coming up next, and later, and after that.
Perhaps because so much food and entertainment and stimulation are offered to us each day, we come to expect their steady supply as a right and entitlement. We check emails on vacation, use cell phones while we drive to the mall, and bring our music wherever we go (on a device that has more computer memory than existed worldwide just a few decades ago).
The building had a strong intimidating business décor. The walls were white with very few pictures. The windows were tall, long and thick, and they could appear to the average eye as though they had no ending, as if they continue right up into heaven. The furniture that filled the place was decent but bland and straight to the point. Color combinations of brown, blue and beige. I had passed by this place many times before and always wanted to know how it looked on the inside. I always looked at it as a place of eloquence and prestige. Never in a lifetime would I be able to work at a place like that. If I would be allowed in there to work; it would definitely be at the bottom of the work hierarchy. You know those employees who are overlooked because their job isn’t of any real importance or benefit to the company. The ones who are kept around to do the work that nobody else are willing to do. The ones who really keep the company running smoothly but they are never recognized for their contribution to an oppressing office society. Sort of the peasants of the work place, common folk who should recognize their position and be thankful for even be allowed to step foot in the door. From what I could see, there weren’t any signs of play that took place there. Initially, I didn’t see that many people but the ones that I did see, looked as though they had been overworked and underpaid. They receptionist at the desk acknowledged me but only out of obligation. She knew that it was part of her job to acknowledge all guests, whether she felt they were of great importance or not. It appeared as though she couldn’t afford to loose her job. Not on the account of being unconcerned in the way she treated the company’s guest. I approached the receptionist desk. She asked in an uninterested voice.
“How may I help you, she said?”
This is my response to Kate's video post, A Book Report on Peter Rabbit. The description at You tube says: "The boys pay Mexicans to read a book and write a book report. Well, they thought the Mexicans were going to write a book report."
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Being a big fan of musical theatre, couldn't stop myself from posting the following video clip link here:
Let me ask you one little thing: Do YOU blog? I know you do, actually. Everybody does. That's why we've launched personal blogs for WU writers. Yep, you heard me right -- you now have your personal blog at Writers-United.org! Even if you never blogged before, here's a good chance to try.