Morunkey the monkey

5th narrative

2008-06-11T07:15:00.000-07:00

It was a cold day in September, and no one was home. The house seemed to sway with the chilly wind going back and forth. The leaves on the dirt played tag with each other as the wind blew. I laid down on the wooden porch awaiting for the arrival of my family. It felt like hours until I suddenly saw a small red dot, slowly coming closer, they were home! I stood up and my tail began to wag vigorously. I jumped with excitement as Dave opened the driver side door. I panted with glee as I saw Sally hop out of the back and slowly close her door. Then I noticed, they were not their usual selves. They all had melancholy looks upon their faces. I did not understand. Sally walked toward me, step by step, inch by inch; it seemed like she was crawling. Then she touched my floppy ear and just kept her small hand there. I was so confused.
Dave came up to me, muttered some incoherent words and then Sally stormed inside with water trickling down her face, like she was leaking. My head snapped to Dave as if to ask him if she’d be alright. He wouldn’t look at me at all. I was utterly confused. I turned to look at Molly, she was standing up near the car, her car door not yet shut. What was happening? Were we going somewhere?
Sally came out the door, shuffling her feet towards the car. Her head never lifted up toward her parents, she just opened there car door and sat in her seat. I didn’t like seeing her this way, I wish I could do something, but I was chained up. Suddenly, Dave unhooked me, and held my collar. He led me to the car and coerced me into the seat beside Sally. Sally began to cry when I stared at her. I didn’t know why.
The car ride was extremely long. I pondered the possible places where we were going to arrive at. Sally’s grandparents? The park? Why would she be crying then? I tried to think about all the reasons on why she was crying. I ended up falling asleep on her arm. Dave eased the car to a stop. I shot my head up expediently. I looked outside and all I could see was railroad tracks, I didn’t know where we were. I shook my whole body as if to stretch everything out from my nice little nap. Sally finally went to sleep, sideways in her pink car seat. Molly and Dave began to talk back and forth in hush voices. Dave threw his arms around violently, and got out. He opened the door and pulled me out, he shut the door in a mean way, the only reason he didn’t slam it was because he didn’t want to disturb Sally’s slumber. All he did was took me out of the car, and looked at me. He then turned and went in his car with the family. I whimpered a little as I watched him pull away. I watched there red car become a small red dot in the distance.

last Critique...

2008-06-11T07:01:00.001-07:00

Loki’s Kitten is a poster shot by the photographer, Rachel Hale. Her image is Art Print.
This image’s content has to do with unique friendship between a dog and a kitten. Since the field is simple, the foreground is the focal point, making it being the kitten resting on the dog’s head. The aesthetic picture shows a myriad of shades for the black dog. Both of the animal’s shapes are very emphasized on. Both animals look like they have the texture quality of real animals. The kitten’s paw is in juxtaposition with the dog’s ear.

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2008-06-11T06:48:00.000-07:00

narrative four - curiousity

2008-05-31T18:40:00.000-07:00

I woke up around seven in the morning, from tossing and turning throughout the night. I have a terrible back problem that the doctor prescribed me with medicine to allay the pain. To say the least, it doesn’t help as much as I want it to. I suppose getting up would be the best thing to do at the moment.
I arise from my bed side and take my time getting dressed for work. The smell of the banana nut bread that my wife has prepared made its way toward my nose. I gradually put my work shirt on making sure that my knuckles are strenuously sore. I have arthritis in my knuckles, and it is my ultimate downfall. They are constantly hurting me and stop me from doing things that I love. I, individually, put my socks and shoes upon my feet and I brush my teeth furiously. I kiss my wife good-bye and I drive to work.
The one thing on my mind is my back pain. It is horrible to deal with. As I stopped at a stop sign, I noticed two tan dogs watching my black Sudan. I’ve seen these two dogs everywhere I’ve looked. It’s amazing, everywhere I look, that particular couple of dogs. Never have I seen them apart or eat anything. When I peeked my head out of my car window, they stopped watching me and just lollygagged around the far corner of the intersection. So I just decided to shrug it off and set out towards work. I parked my car and jogged to the little box I called the “Tourist Information Center on the Side,” because it’s on the side of the street and doesn’t move. I stay there for a couple of hours and then head off for lunch and then come back for three more hours. It’s a nice and easy job.
The first half of my job was very slow, which is alright I guess. Drew, the person who takes the next shift so that I can get lunch, comes to relieve me for a few hours. It just came to me that I was in truth famished. I go to the nearest restaurant and eat my meal in silence. It was delicious. I call my wife on the way back to tell her about my day so far. It’s a daily basis we have; call each other on our lunch break and have a chat. Consequently, our lunch breaks collide, which denotes the fact that we can talk for a couple of hours.
As I walk back to the “booth” I notice Drew walking towards me. The thing is, we can leave our booth for only five minutes unattended. He tells me that there are two golden retrievers outside our venue. I quickly looked toward our stand and there they were. A darker dog appeared to be the male, at the same time as the lighter one appeared the female. I don’t understand why they were following me everywhere I went. Maybe it was a sign. I mean when I’m thinking about why they are following me, my mind is not on my arthritis or my back. So I decided that I would let them follow me, and I would feed them whenever I could, because I thought they were hungry dogs. We stared at each other for a few moments; the dogs and I, and decided something. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head a little, and walked away from the booth, consciously hoping that they would follow. I walked to the Ice cream stand and bought two ice cream cones; I gave them an ice cream each.

even more pictures

2008-05-28T10:58:00.001-07:00

websites

2008-05-28T10:52:00.000-07:00

http://www.indianchild.com/friendship.htm

http://www.netpoets.com/poems/friends/

http://www.gagirl.com/friends/friends.html

http://www.theholidayspot.com/friendship/quotes.htm

http://www.enotalone.com/74-1.html

http://www.ivpress.com/cgi-ivpress/book.pl/toc/code=3076

http://www.inloveandcollege.com/excerpts.htm

http://www.helium.com/items/608919-notch-timechapter-daisy-marie

http://www.thefriendwhogotaway.com/excerpts.html

http://www.californiaauthors.com/2003/11/22/excerpt_straight/

excerpts about friendship

2008-05-18T13:40:00.000-07:00

"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship;
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when
he discovers that someone else believes in him and is
willing to trust him. "
a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson called 'Glory of Friendship'

"Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent."
- William Shakespeare
much ado about nothing (act 2 scene 1)

“A friend is a gift. Whether those words have ever rolled off your tongue or drifted through your head in a quiet moment of deep reflection, the truth is undeniable. Friendship is a gift of enormous value. Providing intimacy, rapport, trust, and affection.”
“A Friend is A Gift” by Joanne Davis

“As children approach adolescence, friends and fitting in often become very important. Young teens increasingly look to friends and the media for clues on how to behave, and they begin to question adults' values and rules.”
a person [Samhsa] on the topic of making friends in middle school.

Lyrics

2008-05-15T07:03:00.000-07:00

“You’ve Got A Friend In Me”
from: Toy Story II

You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles
From your nice warm bed
Just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and we see it through
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
Some other folks might be
A little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too
MaybeBut none of them will ever love you the way I do
It's me and you
And as the years go by
Boys, our friendship will never die
You're gonna see
It's our destiny
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me

"Friendship"
by LinkinPark
If you're ever in a jam, here I am
If you're ever in a mess, S-O-S
If you ever feel so happy, you land in jail; I'm your bail.
It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships have been forgot,
Ours will still be hot.
Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle dig, dig, dig.
If you're ever up a tree, phone to me.
If you're ever down a well, ring my bell.
If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine; borrow mine.
It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships have been forgate,
Ours will still be great.
Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, chuck, chuck, chuck.
If they ever black your eyes, put me wise.
If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose.
If they ever put a bullet through your brrain [sic]; I'll complain.
It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship.
When other friendships have been forgit,
Ours will still be it.
Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, hep, hep, hep.

"I'll always be right here"
by Michelle Branch
When you're all alone,
And you need a light,
Someone to guide you through the night,
Just remember that I am here,
To hold you close and dry your tears.
Oh-ooh
And just when you thought you were falling,
But you know I'll always be right there.
When you're all alone,
And you need a friend,
Someone to help you to the end,
When you need someone to catch you when you fall,
I'll be there through it all.
Oh-oh
Just when you thought you were losing,
But you know I'll always be right there.
I'll be there through the good times,
And the bad, And we'll be there for each other,
You're the best friend I ever had.
Oh-oooh
And just when you thought you were falling,
But you know I'll always be right there.
Oh-oooh whenever you need me,
I'll always be right there.

My Declaration

2008-05-15T06:54:00.001-07:00

My Declaration

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.” This famous quote was said by Aristotle. This proves the point that friendship develops and shapes who you are. Also, John Evelyn proves this point by saying, “Friendship is the golden thread that ties the heart of the entire world.” When I heard about this class, I wanted to be in it. I wanted to commit myself to do a semester long portfolio and be determined to finish it all the way through. At first I wanted to do the concept of love because my life was finally turning around and something good happened. When we went around saying what our concepts were, there were a lot of people who wanted that concept. I thought fast and chose friendship. When it came down to it, friendship was a pretty broad topic also. So I narrowed my concept down to “Unique Friendship.” This concept consists of friendship that has to do with friendships between different species. An example of my unique friendship is a girl and her dog. I wanted this to be different and I also wished for people to enjoy a different way to gaze at friendship.

Narrative #3

2008-04-16T08:38:00.001-07:00

Jennifer Enos
April 16, 2008
Narrrative #3

>It was a typical cold, windy, autumn day, and a myriad of people decided to go for walks, or that’s what I thought when I peered out my windowsill. My old college friend, Nancy telephoned me and asked if I wanted to meet her for a casual lunch around the town. I contemplated for a little bit only because I didn’t want to leave Chase behind. Ah, what the heck, Chase can come, I hope Nancy doesn’t mind. Maybe she will bring Daisy, her American Cocker Spaniel whom she is so proud of.
>I called up Nancy and told her my idea, she loved it of course. I walked into my bedroom to find Chase rolled up in a gray furry ball, trying to get warm and to fall asleep. I always have the worst timing with him, whenever I want to take him out, he is too tired. We both are getting old, and both of us need the exercise. I bang my old wrinkled hands onto the bed and startle my old poor sleepy friend, trying to make him energized. As soon as I said the word “walk” he jumped instantly to his feet and wagged his tail viciously.

>As Chase and I climbed into the car, we watched all the orange leaves fall slowly and gracefully toward the ground, just taking their time like us old people. We decided to wait on a corner of Broad Street and Ivy Lane. We watched everything with our impaired vision. As we looked at all the fallen leaves on the ground, I heard barking; I peered to my left and saw Nancy's blondish-gray hair blowing in the wind and looking down to the white furred Daisy.

>It was a great afternoon, catching up with Nancy. I haven't seen her in for what seemed like ages. We talked about everything, spouses-rest in peace Marie, to what kind of dog food Chase and Daisy eat. Apparently they are two different dogs. As we parted, we gave each other a big tender hug. When I got home, I collapsed onto my bed with Chase at my side, we both fell asleep at that very instant.

thank you michelle =]

2008-04-14T06:52:00.001-07:00

more photos

2008-04-14T06:46:00.000-07:00

Community Project

2008-04-14T06:33:00.001-07:00

I am thinking of making a survey about people and their "animal friends" and getting a photo from the people who help my concept, unique friendship.

The survey is still in progress but I will post it soon. Tell me what you think! (:

Paradox Poem

2008-04-14T06:26:00.001-07:00

I hate people but i love to be around them
I love music but i hate noise
I love my friends but at times they fustrate me
I love taking my photo but i hate how they come out
I'm a simple girl with a complex mind
I am always bored but I do many things
I am very lazy but i dance around my room
I am loud but i am quiet
I am extroverted yet introverted
I love to talk but I love to listen
I hate being poked but I love hugs

2nd narrative- "Our Daily Thing"

2008-04-09T18:18:00.000-07:00

"Wanna go for a walk?" My head shoots up from a laying down position, come to think about it, every time I do that, it hurts. Nick, my best friend, absolutely adores taking long walks with me, and I am thankful for that. It has been a hobby of his ever since Joyce, his wife, died. For awhile, Nick took it really hard, and as time progressed, he began to take me for walks. I watch him slowly put on his shoes, right foot in his right shoe than left foot into his black leather shoe-his daily thing. I don’t think I have ever witnessed him put his left shoe on before his right. Whenever I ask him, he just looks at me like I’m speaking another language. Am I? How is it that I can understand him, but it seems like I’m...barking or something.
Oh well, I digress. I watch him with my head tilted to the side a little as he throws his long, brown, overcoat upon his shoulders, right arm in, and then his left. While he slowly buttons his jacket, all four large black buttons, I leap off the flower patented sofa and look at him, with my tail wagging. Nick seems to do everything slowly now. That might be because he is getting older. I must say, if your in your sixties and still love to walk your dog, that’s true companionship, my friend. Thus making what me and Nick are. Nick is a faithful friend, I will never call him my owner, That is too formal. As his numb fingers fiddle around with the last coat button, I start to get anxious, and I jump around.
"Chill out, Pal. Wanna go to the park today?" he asked in his baby coo tone. I swear, these people. I’m twenty-eight years old, and they talk to me like I’m four. Oh well, you can’t help how some people are. Pretty soon I feel Nick tugging at my collar to hook his leash. As Nick opens the door, I run out dragging him with me. Now, getting to the park is a tricky situation. I don’t really know how to get there, but Nick has that covered usually. I get distracted by all the people and trees. Pretty soon, we get to this curb where we have to stop so we don’t get hit by a car.
"Almost to the park, Pal." Nick whispers to me. I look around, I whip my head in all directions. Suddenly I see it, the glamorous park. Sadly, there are many things in my way, so my view is very limited. The only thing I can really think of is jumping. So a few jumps later, I can see little bit of the lovely park. Both of us decided that we wouldn’t spend a lot of time n the park, just a little leisure walk and then we go to the next "field," (I guess you can say field). Next to the park is a graveyard, where Joyce was buried. We go to visit her a couple times a month. While Nick updates her on everything and sobs, I just sit next to where he stands and wait until we go home.

1st narrative

2008-03-05T14:59:00.000-08:00

Peter and Missy
Standing in front of a crowd of strangers can seem frightening, especially if you have a horrible and unpredictable heart condition. In Peter’s family, heart disease is genetic; heart attacks have been obvious and present throughout every generation. Luckily for Peter, he has yet to have a heart attack. He believes he hasn’t had one because he prays; he is 65 years old and according to his doctor is in perfect condition. Peter found himself intrepidly staring into a hundred faces of eager college students waiting to hear his lecture about heart disease. As he introduced the topic, he began to receive a stabbing sensation in his chest. He assumed it was bad indigestion from his lunch, so thought nothing of it. As he became more relaxed, his chest tightened. And his vision became blurry and had tunnel vision. The room seemed to be spinning and he felt sweaty and wobbly. His sense of gravity would not connect with his mind. He was lying down in front of the lecture hall in front of the entire college class. Half of the student were frightened , while the other half thought he was demonstrating a heart attack.

While in the hospital bed, Peter closed his eyes, drifting to sleep retentively. He would wake up and go into a tangent about not feeding Missy. Missy is his best friend, his cat, afraid that since he wasn’t home in the past two days, something bad would happen to her. Throughout the hospital, there was gossip about a certain cat walking around. While the residences tried to quell each patients, the word got to Peter. He was very weak; if you get a heart attack at an old age, it tends to be audacious to hold onto life itself. At one moment, at Peter’s weakest, a medium sized cat came into his air conditioned room. The perplexed cat looked around the room as if to be looking for something, and pounced onto the bed. Peter slowly opened his eyes and saw Missy on his lap, staring intently at him with what seemed to be a worried expression. He stifled a laugh and smiled. Peter placed his fingers upon the cat’s upper back, and muttered,
"As long as you're okay, ol' pal."

2nd Critique

2008-02-25T09:09:00.001-08:00

This photograph by Mike Hollist is called “My Pal, the Elephant.” His image is Art Print.
This image has to do with a unique friendship between an elephant and a boy. The elephant has many chiaroscuro features. It has many different shades around it’s large body. There is an obvious contrast in size between the small boy and the elephant. The artist’s emphasis was mainly on the boy’s hand on the elephant’s back. It shows the unequal size proportion between the two bodies. The field is made up of a few distant houses and dark fences. Also, the field is a plane and this picture can be an example of realism. While the foreground is made up of the young boy sitting on the edge of a stool and the elephant sitting on a larger stool. Both stools are juxtaposition together. The elephant’s stool has many bars coming together as the feet of the stool. While the boy’s stool is simple and only has two parallel bars. Even though it is a black and white photograph, the viewer can tell the plein air about this image. Throughout the whole image, there is no subtle subject matter. Everything in this image is very explanatory. Both of the characters look like they are sitting in silence, staring into space. The viewer has the perspective that makes them think that they are behind the two individuals looking at the companionship between the duo. Also, the viewer’s perspective can render the different values of light. The texture of the elephant is obvious to the viewer. It’s skin looks rough and very wrinkly. This whole image is proportioned around the two “friends.”
Aiden and his family decide to have a family outing- going to the circus. Aiden was so excited to see his favorite animal- the elephant. When they arrived at the elephant tent, there read a signed that said ‘out to lunch, be back whenever’. He became very melancholy and hung his head as he started to walk away. But then, he heard a sound from behind the tent. He went around and saw the elephant sitting on a stool staring at him. He was so estatic to see an elephant and to be this close. He inched his way toward the creature and sat down beside him. Nothing happened and so he assumed that this elephant was trained not to attack and was a rather calm animal. So Aiden started to pet the elephant’s rough, rigid skin. Then after a couple minutes, he just placed his hand upon the elephant’s back and stared out toward the distance along with the elephant. Without him knowing, his family was behind him taking pictures of him and his pal, the elephant.

1st Critique

2008-02-06T07:42:00.000-08:00

This image is called “Support and Companionship” by Chrissy Scherrer. It is mainly about love and friendship between parents and a newborn. Normally she takes photographs of newborn babies and pregnant couples. This image is composed of many different values of hues. There is no colors to it, just black and white. Both hands are balanced throughout the picture, yet there is a subtle difference between the male hand and the female one. The cloth is the highlight of the image. The photographer put all three hands in a juxtaposition.
Sophia and Max just got married, and everyone is congratulating them. Normally newlyweds would be in a good mood, right? Sophia and Max became argumentative with each other, and could not find a common middle. It all started because Sophia was pregnant before the wedding and it turned out that it was a miscarriage. It became a constant cycle of fighting and making up. Then Sophia became pregnant and had a baby girl. Sophia and Max were so happy that they settled all their fights and were glad about their beautiful baby. They soon realized that all their fights were immaterial.

a couple pictures

2008-02-06T07:07:00.000-08:00

These pictures show that friendship can be expressed between any two individuals

my concept

2008-02-04T05:39:00.000-08:00

i am thinking i am going to do "unique" friendship. Meaning that i will look and critique images that are mainly about different individuals (ex. dog and man, cat and mouse, elephant and boy etc...) so yeah comment it up and tell me what you think. :)