Doughnuts Revisited

Dear Kripsy Kreme,

I love your doughnuts. I am a very obese person that cannot live without your doughnuts for more than a single day. Each and every day I waddle down to my car and drive to the Kirdpy Kreme at exactly 9 AM every morning becuase I know that the doughnuts are fresj and ready to be scarfed down by me at that time. I always get al least six doughnuts of assorted kinds and toppings. I usually get around three glazed and the other three doughnuts assorted with sprinkles, chocolate, creme-filled, etc. whatever the case may be that day. Then I take those doughnuts back to my house and completely scarf them down utterly stuffing my face with total disregard for who is watching me because I do not care about those people, I only care about your doughnuts. The taste once the doughnuts hit my tongue is unbelievable because it is like an explosion of good tastes ans sweets running down my throat adding onto the wonderful flavor of soft heated bread. I especially enjoy your glazed doughnuts because they are the simplest yet most delicious and mouth watering because of the sweetness from the glaze on the doughnuts. They always are freshly baked when I get them because I stand at the counter and complain until I get the right kind of doughnuts I want. I know you can make them that way like no other doughnut shop because I usually watch the bakers very closely on top of me sneaking into other shops like dunking donuts and seeing how badly they make theirs. The way the original glazed doughnuts shine from the glace just makes my insides turn in joy. I am absolutely obsessed with your doughnuts I just cannot express myself completely. The best way I could think of explressing myself is with this poem:

Oh, doughnuts from Krispy Kreme,
You make me feel like I'm in a dream,
Doughnuts as light as the air,
No other shop could possibly compare,
As soon as I walk through the shop door,
I am instantly eating and wanting more.
I cannot stop myself from buying them all,
I just get overwhelmed when I see them on the wall,
I always have loved what I have seen.
And I love you Krispy Kreme.

I would deeply appreciate it if you could reply to me with some type of coupon book or discounts so I could buy more of your delicious doughnuts from the corner store by my apartment. Even right now I am eating one of your doughnuts becuase writing all of the details about them made me so hungry. Thanks so much for your excellent service and product.

Sincerely,
Stephen Cain.


In my newly edited version of Doughnuts I added onto almost very sentence with a little more description and detail that took some thought. I substituted the word delicious with a bunch of other adjectives instead. I deleted the very last sentence in the last version that says "I plan on buying a lot more in the future," because it wasn't necessary. I think my additions made my overall impression clearer and easier to understand. The letter should be much clearer now.

Assignment 5: Narrating an Object

http://www.time.com/time/picturesoftheweek/0,29409,1957531_2030408,00.html

In this photo from Time Magazine I see a bunch of vikings ready to kill these two men who are playing their violin and guitar because they feel that they should play even if the vikings do not like their music. They will play their music because it is beautiful music that is not appreciated by such savages such as them. The two men originally came to the town where the vikings called home and started playing their violin and guitar for recreation but once they started local neighbors became very disturbed and aggravated. When the two men saw that the local people were frustrated and angry they stopped playing not knowing it was their own music that caused the ruckus. They tried helping out and tried to find out what they locals meant when they said a very irritating noise was bugging them but could not find it. So the two men went back and played their music and then they realized that it was their music that had caused the ruckus. So they played and played regardless of what the locals thought. They locked their doors and went to the basement of the building they were in and continued playing to their liking. In the meantime the vikings are smashing down walls and windows trying to get to the men so they can rid themselves of the noise. The men played and played until the vikings finally broke down into the basement. Now they are battle crying and preparing to slaughter the two men and their violin and guitar playing. The two men played and played not caring what the outcome. The vikings just continued yelling yet not one of them would lead the rest in starting the slaughter. The men continued to play and the vikings got louder. None of the vikings would start the charge against the two musicians but started yelling louder insults and curse words.
The colors that the vikings wore had no significance, they only wore them because they liked the way they looked on them. The vikings are normally very ruthless and will kill anything that does not meet their standards or is anything they do not like. The vikings had no name, just the colors of the uniforms they wore to represent their people.
All I see in this picture is a bunch of men who want to kill the two men playing instruments because the music they are playing is not the kind of harmonic melody they want to hear.

4th Assignment: Radio

Im a DJ at the Joe Mack Wilson Student Center located here on campus at Southern Polytechnic State University. I play mostly Metal and Rap songs with a few Rap songs that have been made over into rock versions. Almost everyday I go into the station either to play music for everyone or just to hang around with my friends. Some of them are also DJs but most of them are not. The people who are DJs have a little bit of authority in saying who stays and goes so when it gets a little crowded in there (maybe about 9-10 people) we start telling people to leave and no more can come in. Even my fraternity brothers I have sometimes removed from the station because they are just annoying when I need to get something done inside there. They are never happy about it but they understand because I have a responsibility to also keep the station clean and not clattered with everyone's belongings so people can move around and socialize. My official shows are on Mondays and Wednesdays from 2:00 P.M.- 3:00P.M. and that's when I play my music and host my talk shows. My shows are not the best by far. My good friend David Moghaddom who we call Mogie had the best talk shows. On Thursdays he has a four hour time slot and he gets a lot of listeners and people call in. My other friend George is the Chief Engineer of the station now from being on very good terms with the General Manager from last semester Blake and being an okay DJ. In my opinion though he does not play the kind of music I would prefer. Who listens to 80's shows nowadays? That would be his thing. Although Mogie is the same way because he is Jewish and he plays a Jewish introduction song EVERYTIME he starts his show, but after that he plays an incredible entrance song that's from some movie I cannot think of. We all have a great time in there and play music that we all enjoy. Occasionally we get a complaint from someone that does not like the type of music that the DJ is playing at the time. We actually laugh at those because that means that people are paying attention to what we are saying over the intercom so that means others are listening too and that makes us happy. We are trying to get as many listeners as possible right now just to spread the word whether they are negative or positive listeners. We prefer the good ones though.

3rd Assignment: The Little Store

Welty tells first about where the location of everything was that she remembers. She tells first about how her mother was an independent person never needing to go to the store for herself or buying extra groceries. She tells about her mother being a "thrifty homemaker, wife, mother of three, and a woman that did all of her own cooking." The girl is telling about how her mother sent her down to the Little Store and she would volunteer to go. She explains how one of the farmers around there had a song to bring with him that went...
"Milk, milk,
Buttermilk,
Snap beans-butterbeans-
Tender okra-fresh greens...
And buttermilk."

The girl explains how she enjoys the trip to the store by jumping-rope, hopped its length through mazes of hopscotch, played jacks in its islands of shade, ride in circles down the sidewalk with her Princess bicycle, and skated it back and forwards. She tells how she would play out there with her brothers and friends as long as "first dark" lasted. Then she tells about how she and another boy that lives on that street were fighting the flu epidemic and she made a joke poem about the boy going to heaven with the influenza. She upset her parents with this a great deal.

Then she tells about how the Little Store. She tells about the make-up of the store itself and then the inside of how it is very hard to focus on what you went there for because of all the different things there. She tells how Mr. Sessions knows exactly what you are going to get and how to help you out. She tells how he would weigh you everytime you went in and remember what you weighed before so you could subtract and announce how much you'd gained. That is his way of goodbye. The way she tells about the store comes off in a very positive and cheerful way. Any reader can tell that she feels nicely toward this place. At one point she says "I believed the Little Store to be a center of the outside world, and hence of happiness..."

She reinforces her childlike perspective by telling about everything a child is thinking when they see everything that goes on. Her total obliviousness of the world and the things that go on that she did not understand at the time. Something happens to Mr. Sessions family that she did not really know existed and when she asked what had happened to her parents they only responded "until the time comes for you to know." She also explains how the sewers are a dark scary place she would use to go home on the times she was afraid to just walk home. It was the hard way to go home but she enjoyed it.

2nd Assignment: Boston

I am from Boston. I am from the area where people talk quickly, rudely, and with the northern dialect. I was born there and raised there for about four years. While there I learned how each word sounded by listening to my parents and their friends. Also from all the friends I made growing up with that could speak I learned more words. From there I learned my dialect without knowing it was or what was a dialect. I also learned a few northern traditions and foods that was considered normal and regular to eat at a majority of times. The place I grew up definitely left a mark on me that has stuck with me till this day. There I would either be living near the city or near the coast so I would always be on the water. I got used to waking up to the sunrise over the ocean and going out on a boat and doing water sports all the time. Other times it would be swimming in my heated pool with my family. After moving down to Georgia I was ridiculed for the way I spoke and the way I said my sentences. People would have to ask what I said over and over to understand what I was saying because of how I said my R's. A lot of people would make fun of how I spoke just because I sounded so different. A lot of people started calling me Boston back when I went to middle and high school. Still today I sometimes pronounce certain words with a northern accent. I try not to speak that way anymore because whenever one of those words slip out people are confused and have to ask me to repeat what I said. It is quite annoying so I just try not to do it. Although I do keep my northern speaking ability alive in me by talking like that with my family. Some of my family are from Sweden so they have thick accents mixed with northern dialects so the way I talk is very different from the south. I refuse to talk with a country accent because a lot of people affiliate southern accents with stupidity. I do not really understand why that is nowadays because some southerners are very smart but I just will not use the southern twang, slang or accents. So I keep my Boston side of me alive but do not really let anyone notice. I am glad I am from Boston and I am going to try to keep the place where I was born alive in me forever.

1st Assignment: Greek Friends

I am here at my friend's house relaxing just talking to my friend and his family. They are Greek and quite different from many of the other families I have encountered. Usually I and with my friend in the basement where it is dimly lit by a few overheard lamps. "Still, a great deal of light falls on everything." I was just sitting on a couch just chatting with them and I learned a great deal about their culture and style of living. Sometimes it was hard to understand my friend's father because of the way he spoke and the way he spoke of different things. It would be exact to say "If I can't see these minutiae, I still try to keep my eyes open." I cannot completely understand his father but I try my best to catch every word he says, even the Greek ones. I was invited to stay for dinner and I expected something interesting and yet regular. When we sat down at the table waiting for the food the parents were talking about work very seriously. I could not understand why they were so serious but my friend did. "We miss a great deal because we perceive only things on our own scale.""I reeled in confusion; I did not understand what I saw." Once the food was ready I was excited. They had made a soup appetizer. There I could say "I saw what I expected." After the soup they served us pork loin and rice with a special sauce that was delicious. I was not so enthusiastic about the food at first because of the look of it but it turned out to be quite alright. We talked all throughout dinner and it was very pleasant. Sometimes the family spoke in Greek so I just had to try my best at understanding and making the right gestures at the right times like I understood. After that the mother brought out some kind of dessert that consisted of a Greek cookie kourabiethes and some strawberries mixed with mandarin orange slices. We sat around for a little longer then cleared up. That night I learned a lot about Greek culture. They told me about the different figures in their house and I could see on their faces their own admiration for their pieces of art they had ascertained over the years. They definitely taught me how to admire one's own possessions. "I had my whole life a bell, and never knew it until that moment I was lifted and struck." I had been taught something anew and will now treasure my valuables with greater care. The only way I can think to use the last quote from Dillards would be my friends car. She would go outside and then turn around and come right back in during the ice dilemma days. "This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is." This phrase almost completely confuses me but I can see how it is relevant to my friends cat. I saw how Greeks live and learned about them.

All quotes are from Annie Dillard