So what the hell. It was clear by now that we couldn’t have what we want, unless we become all holly and convince ourselves to believe that “you can have anything you want, you just gotta believe that what’s happening is what you want”.  We were stupid, but not that stupid.

And to make existence more dreadful, our gloomy crust had secreted fluid haze, to make us utterly confidant that what we were drowning in was actually BIRSK LEMONADE – at least that’s how it tasted.

WE couldn’t do this forever, we were thawing away into the rigid ground – we required hope, and we required it now. So we at last gathered ourselves and strolled off the bus, sensing NOW OR NEVER. It was time, to put all tedious uncertainties behind and march to the path of chaste freedom. The self-determination, the liberty, the independence.  There’s just so much the limbs can take, they necessitate movement as much as we necessitate a life. We had it, our bags hanging loose from the edge of our shoulders, our hair soaring free from the breeze that moments ago hurt every skin cell. It was the crisp bliss that made us happy; we were dumb, but we liked it. We had unibrows and nose hair, we liked it. We were cute and we were in charge.

The breathtaking moments are never, if truth be told, that thorny.  We merely exaggerate every condition until it emerges like a frightful disaster. This time we had sucked up a lesson, appalling to know we actually had. The signs had flipped and we were darting there. We had dreams with massive direction, we had dreams with FML scripts, and fake IDs, and cheap GWs, and black sari’s with yellow padded bras, and cucumbers, and bumper cars, and lives, and mint barbecues… and Bob’s ass. We had dreams with stench-less beef.  We were there, and we were the future, and we weren’t frightened.

Oh wow, when I read this story, I was like OMG that’s me. Trust me I would be coldest person you know.  I need two pairs of socks to sleep in winter.

I researched a little on what causes the cold feet thing, because as long as I know, there aren’t many things I can do to prevent cold feet. They say that cold hands mean warm heart, and that can indirectly conclude that cold feet mean warm heart as well. I won’t mind cold feet if that’s true. So I decided to do a little research on why people say, “Cold hands, warm heart”.

As much as I can think of, I think that Cold hands indicate affection, possibly because the emotions affect blood circulation. But then I found out that the phrase came from an understanding of Raynaud’s Disease, in which the body overreacts to cold stimuli in an effort to protect vital organs. And thus a reserved, cool exterior may disguise a kind heart.

The proverb has been traced back years:

‥Cold hand, warm heart!
[1910 W. G. Collingwood Dutch Agnes 206]‥Cold hand—warm heart. That is the saying, isn’t it?
[1927 J. M. Barrie Shall We join Ladies in Plays (1928) 840]

A cold hand and a warm heart.
[1903 V. S. Lean Collectanea III. 380]

I did take her hand.

I knew you would be on my side.

A hot, humid night, but her hands cold. Cold hands, warm heart.
[1962 E. Linington Knave of Hearts xv.]

‘Belle, your hands are cold,’ he said. ‘Cold hands, that’s funny?’ ‘You know the old saying, “cold hands, warm heart”.’
[1985 D. & S. Rosen Death & Blintzes xxvi.]

Not showing one’s feelings does not signify lack of feeling. For example, Dan rarely sends flowers or anything, but he’s a case of cold hands, warm heart. Why a literally cold hand should indicate sympathy or affection is not really clear, but this expression has been so used since about 1900, and the Germans have an identical  ( kalte Hand, warmes Herz).

I also found a song on cold hands and warm heart:

So, concluding, I think that it doesn’t matter how cold your hands – and feet – are, as long as the heart is nice and warm.

Source(s):

http://www.phrases.org.uk/bulletin_board…

http://dictionary.reference.com/search

                http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/429120

To me, satire is one of the most appealing forms of writing. I think because it makes use of Humor, and I think that humor can make anyone content and convey any idea through.

Satire is a form of writing that makes fun of –serious fun of – things. A lot of professional comedians and comedy writers consider satire to be the highest, most sophisticated form of humor. Satire won’t be a very nice comedy – you can also take it into the roam or Dark comedy. Satire is not only humor for humor’s sake; it is actually a comment on social or political stuff. It is very often used to point out the faults or problems with the society. It amazed me to read that satire can be highly influential, and that so many improvements have been made to society as a result of satire.

“Well-written satire will not only entertain, it will also cause the audience to consider problems that they otherwise might not have been aware of, and may inspire them to actively seek changes that can answer these problems”.

So, to learn to write satire, first you must decide what current happening you’re going to be making fun of. And then why, why are you holding this current event up to scrutiny. What is so stupid about this event that makes is worthy of ridicule. This is your goal. The specific goal may change as you write and discover new information, but nevertheless there must be a goal in mind.

Then, think of the people who are going to be reading your work. This is an “extremely important aspect of successful satire”. Obviously, what an audience of antisocial teenagers consider funny would be way different from what an audience of retired knitting club females consider humorous. The differences do not have to be so exaggerated, either. But just as long as the reader likes it. “Your satire is only funny if the people who read it happen to think it is.”

Next, exaggerate the details of that event, what is funny or dramatic about it. And what needs to be pointed out because in satire, its what you can make up that counts.

Finally, if there are two sides, illustrate both sides. Leave no side “on stage”!

“Satire can be a very powerful tool for bringing about change. Well-written satire can often create positive changes within society that couldn’t have been made with the use of guns or violence. But conversely, satire can also bring about negative changes and cause a great deal of damage and even the loss of life. Therefore, please use satire wisely”.

Source: http://www.korepetycje.com/Essays_Articles/satire-writing.html

I think heart is more like the brain, it thinks and stores and sees and reacts. Every time something happens, your heart gives a signal – as in like watching a scary movie, your heart is constantly pounding, or in fresh air your heart is tranquil. The heart wants things, it has desires. Typically, the heart is suppose to be emotional and the brain rational, but the heart can also been seen as an object with a combination of both emotion and reason. It’s not just hub-dub, it’s that and so much more.

It is scientifically proven that the heart has a little brain of its own. Check it out.

research-our-heart-brain.html

Record the name of a band from Craig Leonard’s DNA project.
Alot of names stood out to me: size, you and you, nearing, a new low, horse, grape fruit.

How is the framing of these pieces in a gallery inviting you to see them differently?
First of all, they are all arranged together in sort of categories – all about sales on one side, about religion on one side, about sluts or mockery on the other. When something is arranged in an order, it tends to appeal to you with a certain force. Secondly, they are all posted neatly on a white wall open not just to view, but to even touch. That gives the viewer a sort of connection to the art that’s posted, it’s all together just organized to capture through eyes.

Record an idea or art movement or artist or writer or writing idea you would like to investigate.
I would like to investigate Craig Leonard`s DNA Project. I didn’t quite understand what it was all about, or the purpose behind it. I would really like to know more about it.

1. “We licked our lips. Our lipstick stayed on. We fluttered out french-manicured fingers…our nails shown like opals, even glowed in the dark” [2].

              I kind of expected the girls to be visually bare ( as in like without any glamour – for some reason), so I was surprised to read that they wore lipsticks and fake nails.

2.       “There was no underwear in the box. Sisco didn’t wear underwear” [3].

Okay, this just totally grossed me out. I mean, to me its lame not to wear underwear, so I started think about why someone won’t wear it; and perverseness was what won’t let go of this detail. And the author also displays Sisco as that sort of a person, so not wearing underwear totally fits his character.

3.      “The breeze swirled its way around our bare legs, up through our mini-dresses and around our necks” [3].

I felt a little taken back. I can’t tell why, but I felt as if I should take those girls for sluts – just because they wear small dresses, it’s not a good enough reason but that’s how I apparently felt.

4.      “They were smiling the whole time. We could not tell because their lips were stained with deep purple. I guess it could’ve been blood” [6].

Vampires. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. Maybe it’s whole Twilight craze  or just vampires in general, but the fact that they are smiling and they have blood on their lips strained me to stick to the thought of them being vampires.

5.      “We will see without seeing. We will be seen without seeing that we’ve been seen. No, we won’t see back. No, no one will see” [8].

At first I didn’t get it (I think I had to read it at least 5 times to be able to understand what’s said). I think I felt that there is this sort of embarrassment rushing around the girls. They will see but they won’t see, they want to see but they don’t want to be seen. I felt miss-treated or even victimized in a way, just because they story’s characters are.