Thursday, March 31, 2016

Dan In Real Life Questions

Colin Harper
Dan in Real Life

3. I would certainly enjoy writing for a newspaper. I think I would most like to write the sports column, but writing about current events and interviewing interesting people would be fun as well.

9. Well, first, I don't know how I feel about the term "hottie", but I understand the jist of the question. I certainly have a "type", and that type is derived from the first girl I ever had a crush on in third grade. All of the girls that specifically catch my eye have certain things in common. Intelligence is key for me, a "hottie" needs to be capable of having great back and forth conversation with me on important topics. I have always preferred more of a cute look over the stereotypical "hot" look. I like brunette hair the most, and I have a huge soft spot for slight freckles. Also, a cute little innocent voice is awesome.I also may possibly be describing one person in particular, but who knows.

10. My parents are the absolute worst when it comes to being involved in relationships. My mother is kind of crazy, and I have watched her ruin multiple of my sister's relationships. I can't even mention a girl to my father without him assuming she is my girlfriend and bugging me about it all day every day. It doesn't matter how many times I tell him that they are not my girlfriend, he just keeps thinking they are. I don't want my parents to be involved in any of my relationships, because they will- beyond a shadow of a doubt- ruin it.

13. I don't think that one certain trait of people can completely trump people without the trait in the "interesting" department. However, one person I know who is extremely well traveled (and also may be the aforementioned on question 9.) and they are very interesting. One of my favorite things to do is listen to them talk about their travels.

20. No, I don't think asking questions makes someone a good conversationalist. I can say this from experience, cause when I talk to girls, I always make sure to ask lot's of questions. That could just be because I have a lack of things to say. Anyways, I always make sure to ask questions, and I still suck at talking to them, so.

18. Are you a camp fire? Cause you're hot and I want s'more. 
Are you my appendix? Cause you give me a feeling in my stomach and I want to take you out.
I need a dollar but only have 90 cents, do you want to be my dime?

27. I feel like teenagers usually are pretty hard on their parents. When I argue with my parents, I always feel like they deserve all the anger I'm giving them, but then I always feel awful later. I know they always have intentions to make things the best they can for me, and sometimes I forget that.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

"Reel" Life

Colin Harper
Reel Life

My favorite movie is either, Zomebieland, American History X, or The Greenstreet Hooligans. For appropriateness, I will reflect on Zombieland. It is my favorite movie because it has a little bit of everything. There is action when they fight the zombies, comedy throughout, romance between two of the protagonists, The movie is everything a movie-goer could ever want and more. The entire cast is only six people. Every person in the cast is a bona-fide star. Hence, why it can truly be considered of having an "all star" cast. My favorite actor is Jesse Eisenberg, and he is the star, so that makes me enjoy the move even more.

I don't usually care very much for movies that are all action and guns, all of the time. I think that movies need to have a strong plot to them. On that same note, I also don't enjoy movies where the plot is too complex to where I have to be remembering who is who and who does what at all times. Movies like The Lord of the Rings do that to me. I also don't like educational movies much either. However I bet that is a popular opinion.

When I watch a movie, all I really need is for my environment to not be too loud. I also don't enjoy it when people keep asking questions. If they genuinely don't understand what's going on, it's alright, but when they aren't paying attention to the movie, and then ask me a question, it makes me angry. My mom always forces our family to watch movies together, and then she sits on her phone and loudly asks questions when she doesn't know what's going on. I always end up leaving to my room and not finishing the movie because it makes me so mad. Some movie theater popcorn never hurts when I'm watching a movie either.

The survey told me that I watch movies generally for pleasure, and for social reasons. I would agree with that. If you're not doing a fun thing with the intention of having fun, then why are you doing it? It told me that I enjoy movies with aggression in them, and that is somewhat true, as all three of my favorites are very aggressive movies, but I don't always like action movies. I actually prefer comedies to them almost every time.

If my life were made into a movie, I would assume they could hire a Calvin Klein model to play me. That way, the actor would look like me, (yeah right) and the acting would be easy enough for them to do it. All they would have to do is sit in a recliner, play xbox, and obnoxiously sing punk rock music. That's it. No plot, no key events, not even really very many characters. I'm sure a movie producing company would eat that right up.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Art Print writing and Haiku

Colin Harper
Art Print Writing and Haiku
The picture is painted from the perspective of someone laying underneath a canopy of trees. The trees have brown leaves, and the sky is blue with an orange undertone. I believe it is safe to say that it is Fall in the painting. It reminds me of a time when I was at the park with my sister and cousins. The ambiance was very similar to that of the picture. My sister was playing on a teeter-totter, and somehow managed to chip her tooth. It also reminds me of the Fall Festivals that McBride would put on every year. I would always ride rides and play games at those events. At the end of the events, there was always a fireworks show. The orange in the sky tells me that the sun is beginning to go down. That is my favorite time of day, when it is not fully day yet not fully night. It reminds me of playing catch with my father whenever he would get home from work.


I did my haiku about Dakoda's print. It is full of grays, blacks, and browns.
Haiku
I open my eyes
smoke, fog, and dust surround me
This is how war feels

Hopper Inspired Writing

Colin Harper
Hopper- Inspired Writing


The cop sat down after a long days work, and ordered a coffee. Black, just how he liked it. The old bartender told him that it would be right up. A women in a red dress was sitting in the corner of the bar. She was talking to a generic looking man in a black suite. The cop overheard her seductively asking the man if he would like to have a "nice night". Geez, couldn't she tell he was a cop? He had had too busy of a workday to deal with it. He just let their conversation carry on. He spent his day tracking the footsteps of a wanted mobster, the ringleader of the drug circus in town. He was right on his trail, and catching him would be the break he needed to get a new promotion. He'd spent hours decrypting the codes of messages sent between the culprit and his customers. The man's face was so etched into the cop's mind, that he didn't even notice when the criminal himself left the cafeteria with the girl in the red dress draped all over him. As the man walked out the door, the cop realized his mistake. He bolted out of the door and tackled the man to the ground. The man cried out in shock, and the cop proceeded to handcuff him. He brought him back to the station, where he was interrogated. Nearly two minutes into the questioning, the cop was informed that he had brought in the wrong man. It really had been long day. The cop drove home, and remembered that he hadn't even received his coffee. That was okay, he needed to sleep anyway.

Window Poem

Window Poem

I see the dog across the street, held by a shock collar. It is content in it's small world.
I see brown shingles, overlapping each other other like waves in a sandpaper ocean.
The sky is a mixture of pink and orange hues.
I always feel strong when I am here.
I see leaves dance to the ground from the tree in my yard.
The water tower extends over the treeline, and I desperately want to climb it.
I long to see bigger and greater things from a new point of view.





Friday, March 18, 2016

Artist Piece Inspired Poems

Colin Harper

Three men from three different walks of life came together one night.
Each one had their own story, their own hardships.
They each had their own victories, and their own defeats. 
On that night, however, they were one.
They came together, and they played beautiful music into the air.
One man played the flute, and it whispered a light melody into existence.
Another struck a guitar, creating a cavernous noise that rang through their extremity.
The third man sang, his voice bringing life into the music.
No matter the differences the men had, they were in harmony while they played.
When the music was over, they each went their separate ways.
However, they each took a piece of each other as they went.


I had never seen a more solemn man in my entire life. I was driving down the road, on my way home from work when I saw a man sitting on the side of the road. He was in black and tattered clothes, and wielding a guitar. The man was bald, and he looked even more morose in the blue tinted atmosphere. I asked myself what had happened to him. Surely a tragedy had taken place in this man's life. I have seen people devastated after the death of a loved one, or struck with sadness after failing in an endeavor, but never had I seen sadness of this magnitude. Whatever had happened to this man, I prayed would never happen to me. I kept driving, and wondered if I should have stopped to speak to the man. Probably not, I thought to myself, as I would not want to get caught up in his melancholy business. Surely his feeling would rub off on me, and I was not ready to behold that extreme of an emotion. 

Artist Profile: Pablo Picasso

Colin Harper
Pablo Picasso
Pable Picasso was born on October 25, 1881 in Malaga, Spain, to Jose Ruiz and Maria Picasso. His father was a painter and a professor, and his mother's occupation was unknown. He had two siblings, Lola Picasso, and Conchita Picasso. Picasso grew up around the arts, and was adept at painting in his early years. He entered the Royal Academy of San Fernando at age 11. His sister Conchita passed away in 1895, and Picasso was devastated. In 1897 he won a gold medal at a major art exposition. This gave the young Picasso confidence in his artistic ability. Picasso's life was filled with many lovers. He was married and divorced multiple times. His most beloved significant other was named Eva Gouell. She passed away in 1915, and thus began the time known as Picasso's blue period. In his blue period, Picasso painted many sad paintings, and used a majority of blue and dark hues of paint. The Guitarist was created during his blue period. Picasso's most popular medium was paint, however he dabbled in most mediums, including ceramics. He is associated with cubism and 19th and 20th century period art. His most famous paintings, along with The Old Guitarist, are Guernica and Three Musicians. Guernica is a painting depicting Picasso's thoughts on war. Mutilated animals and people cover the canvas. Picasso joined the communist party in his later years, and continued to create art. He had a myriad of partners in his life, but he settled down with Jacqueline Roque for the final years of his life. Picasso died in Mougins, France in 1973.