Class of 126, Writing Practices

1. Don't remember what the rules were but this was in my note book.

He wears a suit of corded deniem when he walks under the sun. The thing's blue/ gray with shadows of black. The pin strip running down both shoulders are thick, thick like his inch long mustache.

His hair almost black with tints of salt, caused from old age, stress and his children. Well at least thats my guess. But since I know nothing of anything I may be wrong.

I come to class, watched by Sherlock Holmes it seems. He picks me a part, his thoughs are, "I wonder what that boy stole this morning, these days people have no respect."

I know he has friends, I see them. They buzz into the building, and lock the door on me. Then after I open the door with the rights from the key, they glare at me like I stole it. "Oh I wasn't going to let you in" snared the raspy old voice.

Then as I go to the stairs to get to the second floor I see them wait for the elavator that say four above the door, I laugh to myself. They wait while I continue. I knew they were going to his room, so i waited for them on the next floor, "lazy ass's", and they blame me for overconsumption and climate change while they are the ones who have been alive the last 100 years.

I wait by my door, right accross from his. They look scared and must think inside "oh he lives there, heaven lord."
"Why would you not let me in, I look normal don't I?," the words fall out of my mouth regardless if I wanted them to.
"You youngs, hard to trust these days," piped up one lady.
Thee other says "It's against regulations to let someone in."
"Not if they have a key, but it's nice to see the old are still cizilized," I replied.I walked into my room stunned by the friends of the mustache man.

2. Use the give start words and finish the papagraph.

I consider myself a highly capable person to ask questions, a riding cycle has two or three tires?

 I love it when they have three.

I am suspicious when they have more than three.

My definition of a four wheeled riding cycle is a quacycle.

I always think about my death very descriptive.

Finding a strand of hair in my food is like being shortened by a nail on the road when riding a quacycle.

I tend to see my death as a reflection of a quacycle, four dimensional that is.

If it’s raining when I wake then I immediately say “Fuck, if I ride my quacycle imma get wet.”

3. Write your autobiography: Love

I was born without legs
I have inside equity
My mother's father was urban french
She was a horse's best friend outside of food
My mother was a kind gentle sole, whom loved me
My father came from England, very wealth
His grand- uncle rasied him
His father left just after he was born
I myself have no father to love me
I am fond of my memories
I like a red toy horse for a christmas present
I led in operations at the age of eight
I had some knowlegde of death
When I was three they found cancer in my left eye
I felt that i was cursed
I had from the begining a medical sign over my bed
Perhaps at that time she should of given upon me.

'Old Timer'

I have walked past 100 dying men,
strolled through burning fires as women and children screamed.
Veered off a two story roof and fell through a wooden ladder,
only to share 17 stitches, a broken collar bone and three screws in my left ankle.

I've been there, done that.
Watched young him and her grow,
saw that old he cheated on young her.
Witnessed a fair share of miracles over the days.

I've loved two women during my span,
only to lose both to cancer,
but that’s not the worse.
I lost my only child to the hands of a drunken women.

She has pleaded for my forgiveness,
I told her, "what's done is done, god has forgiven you."
She seemed satisfied by my answer and left with a smile hinged on her guilty shoulders.
What kind of a god leaves a lonely sole to decay.

From there forth, many nights were spent contemplating about what to do.
Does god have a purpose for what he's done,
do I still have a purpose in life.
I mean if my lonely purpose wasn't to just reproduce the next generation of Ellis'.

It was thirteen years after my last immediate family member died,
three blocks from my door step, on 3rd Ave,
I, well I think I, forced myself into the street.
I'm not sure if he lived, that is, the little boy I mean, but I think I found my purpose.

At 81 years of age I rejoined the ones I loved.
I cannot tell you where, that would ruin the surprise,
but if I know one thing it is that life is worth living even if unhappy.
I never wanted to be a hero; I just wanted to sit on the sidelines as the game played on.

Prosecution

This is a writing experiment that I did, I wrote it with no intentions other than fun. Read what's below and see what I did.

"Please stop, don't cry it is not that bad"
I sail away on a black as night plane,
"I promise, I promise not to steal anymore"
to a world not seen by those who look. 
"If I leave please don't yell at me"
Its dark only when you see no light
"Please stop dad, I won't cry anymore"
She waits for me before the end
"I've learned from her mistakes, I swear"
the tunnel is guided by rainbow lights
"Oh I understand, please dad, no don't. Stop, ouch"
the steal light fixture is chrome but why?
"Dad, I promised though, I will never tell"
I'm pretty sure i'm upside down
"She'll never know what you did to her, and I"
I'm having a hard time seeing,
"I"
blood runs ran dry from within as hearts beat
"I die"
from outside to inside it was his fault.

Okay weird yes, but cool, yes. Now go back and read the dialogue part first, then follow that with the non speech part. Go ahead.

Okay I wrote this as one piece not intenting to make this difference but as you can see the dialogue is the young girl speaking to her father and the narrative part is the after affect of what the man did to his daughter after she witnessed the murder of her mother some time ago. The father doesn't trust his daughter therefore he kills her. The difference is cool when reading it will the after action is taking place not after anymore but rather during, it is like she is begging him to stop.

5 Awesome words that Google let me Google

Finally had the brain to post something again, I have all this material from the last 3 months but haven't had the will to type it. I guess that has to change sometime... Anyways below is my result of five random words typed into Google search and then filtered to edit out all the www. - com's and stuff. It has its highlights, my favorite part must be the last sentence. Turned out really good, but it did take a couple of try's to get some kind of content. This was my third attempt and every time I choose completely different words. Anyways enjoy and try yourself.

It was a different story to what had happened in Japan. In Brazil, Tec Toy (distributors/manufacturers for Sega in Brazil) had success with the Genesis up until 1998 as well, Barney's Hide & Seek Game; Barver Battle Saga. The Space Fighter David Robinson's Supreme Court; Davis Cup World Tour Tennis

Movies, TV, Celebs, and more into disarray with the arrival of a newspace toy, and the family's imminent move to another home. Toy Story Space Flight Buzz Lightyear Toy Story Space Flight Buzz Lightyear The 12-inch barbie puppy swimming school, barbie transforming lead doll gormiti island of gorm playset, gormiti supreme luminous playset They are emboldened by a supreme court decision that said, to paraphrase a missions story and review games or other activities focused on the lesson's theme. For example, they give the kids little puzzle toys that are fun to rent space at a public school and provide religious education. Toy Story Star Wars Darth Vader Collector's (Supreme) Edition Adult Costume. The Dark Lord of the Sith who was once Anakin Skywalker before he was Space Shuttle Discovery: Foam Falls Off After Laun. The movie tells the story of Captain EO (Michael Jackson) and the ragtag crew before being sent away, Captain EO tells the Supreme Leader that he sees as EO and his crew triumphantly exit and fly off into space. Toys available included plush versions of Idy and Ody, Hooter, and the "Fuzzball" character. Leapster2 Connected Learning Game System: Special Edition Toy Story 3 variety of skills for school as they play and learn with their favourite characters such as Disney 300 MB free disk space. Internet connection. Safari™ application ... letters and more to help the penguins reign supreme and take the gold! More Tables in Wonderland exclusive special events New Space Mountain PhotoPass options captain and Angelica Huston as the Supreme Leader. Parks to provide career-exploration and mentoring to high school teens. Toy Story Mania closed for refurbishment August 16 through August 28. There's an upside down R2-D2 in part of the space ship that flies over Devil's Tower. Toy Story (1995) Emperor Zerg has created a weapon with enough power to pretty much put the proverbial kibosh on any away school plans for me and take Frieza's place at my side as supreme ruler of the Universe.

Collaborative Sound Text

Sound txt is all finished, It was done today March 16th, and I dont know how to get it onto the computer off of my phone. I have a Blackberry but have no idea how to use it, and it's not like I just got the thing, i've had it for a decent amount of months. Anyways back to the sound txt, It’s a short piece maybe 3 minutes and features a variety of sounds from all over the internet. And eludes the listener, well hopefully, to a story that doesnt say whats happening but rather explains the journey they embark. The life or beginning of the song starts with a little pump, then something magical ass the man sees two eyes. After this it intensives the pump with a little old time Will Smith (Fresh Prince of Bel Air) for the climax, then says a life quote with the fat poet, then ventures through their enjoyment, for some kids 12, of their lives. After this they are walled by police and ambulance cars from the accident he endured.

             

            I had fun with this project; it was inventive and a bit inspirational. I would like to continue making sound poems, the sounds you may be lucky to hear, are not what they intended to be but to me what I explained above is the actual meaning, Disagree with me, I don’t care but if you try to prove me wrong I will listen.

T- Shirt Text Assignment

Potential the most elusive and gossip based shirt I’ve ever seen, not only does it podium controversy but strives for originality through interpretation and creative genuineness. Alright you got me it is not me in the picture but I, in hind sight, would of wore this shirt if it were in my procession and ‘if’ I had the ability to be original but like me and other artists featured in class brilliance comes from copying another’s work, “plagiarism” but I won’t say people’s names ( Kenneth Goldsmith).   

                Okay not only does this t-shirt say “Read books not t- shirts” which is pretty straight forward but  it draws a line that proposes to stop advertising through clothing, and the ability branding has on everybody. Not only is it expensive but it’s manipulating, especially as a youth growing up, looking for brand ‘cool’ clothing is an easy way to access the ‘popular’ group. Since growing up a heavy consumer of brand clothes it is easy to see the damage it does to the average families’ pockets, and now that I’m not working and moved away from home I have a hard time buying this lifestyle that I’m use to. Now I shop at Walmart which is a mass corporation that has too much power in the business world, everybody wants the prices of Walmart but nobody wants to see the damage it causes on local business within the communities.

                The ideology of brand clothes is someone with unique style putting their name, design, or signature on a piece of clothing and selling it for a price that is normally above main street clothing prices. This type of business can be good for an economy because it supports local artists and stops main street domination. The downside is the price and social boundaries it causes especially on the youth of our culture, which allows the families with money to dominate which ultimately brings together the wealthier kids, leaving the not so fortunate families in another group, which supports classification.

                Anyways I thought this t- shirt had everything on it that needs to be on a T- Shirt Text shirt. It stands out, funny but serious depends whose reading and what they may be thinking about, it is adequate and remote. Okay it may not be the most elusive and gossip bases shirt but it got you interested. Overall decent shirt, not to mention the man wearing it highlights the potential of the message.

Look for the picture with the caption "t-shirt text assignment"

Don't think of pooh, like I do

We listen to the sounds of life

while people are cut with knifes

and we all fight for our lives

but it is not until we dive

Head over shoulder we fall

like heavy stone balls

We discuss issues in our halls

calling each different we all

It is not until were all dead

and buried forgotten heads

matter to society through threads

listen to what is said

I think I need to go pooh

But it seems weird you won’t tie my shoe

and I don’t realize that it’s you, who?

My life is a dull existence, what should I do

I must change the way I am

just like uncle Sam

I like beer and ham

but dislike the restrictions of the dams

Why don’t you help me see myself

Instead of putting me on a shelf

I’ll help you with your health

I’ll give you mouth to mouth

If we forget how humans cope

you’ll be the one looking down the damn scope

And be washing the blood with soap

diminishing the hope.

Found Text "King Snow" magazine

For my “found text” assignment I’m going to use dialogue from a free magazine based on poor really good snowboarders that are sometimes called ‘professionals’ if I’m right but in this instance are not. They are bums that will do nothing but began for money to fund their adventures or plea for a ride up the hill just to sneak onto every lift they can because they can’t afford to pay $70 like other people for a day pass. I want to use this magazine as much as I can, because it is pretty much people like me writing whatever they want, which I think is stellar. Here’s a quote from one of the magazines writers so you (whoever’s reading this can get a feeling of the magazine since u can’t see it) “Shut up and listen. We will bring our voice to your magazine, even though everyone knows snowboarding isn’t quite where skateboarding is yet and obviously we’d prefer to do an issue of king shit” (Ryan Stutt).

Here is a poem using some of the dialogue about opinions, I see how these writers react to readers comments and it seems like how a writer of poetry is compared to a writer of novels or structural writing in whatever form. Rules apply for writers who see that it is right to have commas and periods to make sense. Normally they also try to have rules for poetry, “structure is the successor for perfection” haha blahhh. For I, poetry is a style of writing in which I’m free to write what I want using things I want. For example being in a half pipe contest is like structural writing, and free boarding is like poetry, there are no two walls a rider can ride up and do tricks off, but rather a whole mountain to explore and be free with. The only line I fallow in my poetry writing in communication. Can or will people be able to understand the meanings in which I’m relaying. Period.

Snowboarding equals poetry…

The dark reached out to me,

through a intermediary about wanting to guest art direct an issue.

suffering from chronic flatulence my uncle was a bitter old man too

Great point that you raise and the answer is simple,

contests are extremely gay, just two walls where people can try to be better than each other

doing the exactly the same thing. Goddamn boring.

Any idiot can jump off a cliff for a photo, those people don’t have kooks,

agents, personal trainers and have to pass drug tests on their way to winning medals.

His farting technique would keep him excommunicated indefinitely.

Don’t be a KoC, dude, please Johnny learn from this story.

Let the street snowboarders have their fun they can’t wait to get to a mountain.

Guys who win are clearly better snowboarders, so why are free riders covered more?

Awoke in my hammock to darkness as a handful of sand peppered my face.

We will be offering the following two packages to our customers:

One, they are not better and two, kidnapping could be the solution to a better North America.

This piece of writing was fun; its meaning is not to confuse readers about what I think is cool but rather that people who distinguish what they do as better than other. Meaning in my hope to pursue a career in journalism I hope that people will be able to understand that what I pick to do is not what I think is better. I’m not writing an article on some poor kid from Kelowna who can jump off a 7 foot roof onto a 10 foot sloped rail because I think he is better but more that it is real and happening in people’s daily lives. No not that people do what that friend did but people have friends in their lives that do things that impress you and you or me as a able person have the ability to acknowledge that so why not. Other people might think it is cool. Plus he’s your friend. I write because I love it and it is fun, not to get rich or show the best, which I think the writers within the magazine do.

Any questions please comment and I will respond.

Thanks, Trevor Chalifour

Short Story of a Pancake

I woke up this morning dreaming of life as an individual, she spoke about pancakes as I recollected the tears which soon fell like syrup. As I deemed away my care from the thought of caring for her I stumbled on an idea that left me as myself and her as well, shit. I sat up walked to the kitchen and began loosely placing pre-made pancake powder in a bowl, once in the bowl I folded the flowery substance upon the counter beside the cutting board. Next as I smoothly flattened the pyramid of crap onto the counter. I poured two and a quarter and an extra half of a quarter of water onto the mixture. Although the instructions said "no egg required" I cracked an egg on the opposite side of the cutting board across from the flowery now water based materials. Once done adding the additives to the packaged goods I heated the pan with a combination of out dated malk and olive oil. Once the pan was hot I removed the oval dimension used for cooking and placed it on the plastic cutting board. Before adding anything into the pan I proceeded to the room of cleanliness, where I released my waste. Next I used a serrated knife to scrap off the egg from the counter, which we had hate sex on last night, into the pan. Following this I added two crushed sleeping pills and the perfect amount of water and pancake mix. Now after removing the cutting board from the bottom of the pan I mixed the mixture together with my hands, the same one’s that I wiped my ass with using no toilet paper. I continued to the stove as I set the pan back for temperature change and added a few crushed nuts and some chocolate chips, her favourite. I emptied the pan onto the floor, lifted it back off and then moved it to the corner where the fridge is place, that is where the crumbs collect. After finishing the pancake and making sure it wasn't too hot I spread syrup over the top as well as a nice fresh cut banana. I thought about getting her out of bed so she could eat of the table but what girl wouldn't love breakfast in bed. I delivered the goods after washing my hands and left her alone to indulge. I proceeded back to the kitchen and without thought poured the rest of the pancake mix onto the stove where the pan use to be and the idiot that I have become followed with the milk. That was the last time I saw her, still to this day I wonder what she did after reading the note I left her. The note of my special pancakes. The one she would of noticed after waking from the smell of the cooked pancake on the stove.

Now Life for a God

Days dragged over blank staring sheets. Black upon night with white eyes. She waits for her life as toys wait for joy, peace as in hope and hope as in death. To eat a whole bottle of hope to persuade life from its death and forgive thee self of that has been deemed through irony. Its bold black page as white as paper rain supreme over the land which god once concord. Now no hope is hearing as god once told but a reality is set through human connection. And without that as this and he is him, we live by ourselves with no god for a hope.

                                      T.A.Chalifour        11/02/2010