Enjoy this internet meme. Did you know Albert Einstein’s Birthday is March, 14th? 3/14
Heres the read on it “Your walnut products are drugs” — and “new drugs” at that — and, therefore, “they may not legally be marketed … in the United States without an approved new drug application.” The agency even threatened Diamond with “seizure” if it failed to comply.
I made a pointless meme
Attention customers, our store is closing in ten minutes.
Have you ever gotten that intercom message during your weekday trip to the store while grabbing milk and bread? Some people still don’t have 24/7 service, and it’s a typical thing in smaller towns – 7pm or 10pm – its quiting time. So how does this mambo-jumbo talk relates to our first reason why blogging is important?
Reason #1: Inform
Blogging is the same as blowing the horn, screaming, yapping, talking, informing, etc. Blogging may come in different forms, but mostly it is a journal of some sorts. People tend to jeer away when someone says “You should start a blog”. The first thought that comes in mind is “Getting personal and I don’t want to share a picture of me half-naked during summer camping”. But, people forget what blogging can be used for. Blogging is important because it can be useful at informing readers about a cause, event, business, or just “whining about nothin’”.
Reason #2: A Digital Playground
Blogging can be a writer’s playground. It is true, what better way is to keep your writing thoughts and snagbits on a blog for future uses. Are you working on that magical novel that will blow Steven King out of the water? Don’t worry, you can actually keep a blog post private or password-protect them. Especially if you only want your family or your writing buddies to see it, but not the internet zombies!
Reason #3: Self-Expression
If you are creative like me, I tend to use words to expression whatever I am trying to get at – The old adage states “A picture is worth a thousand words”, I agree with it, but a picture sometimes cannot be put into words, and vice-versa. Words are also powerful, if you write about something, and another person relates to it, you practically make a connection with your reader. Self-expression is important in blogging, it helps your reader find that “personable approach”, and it can offer the blogger an escape from life’s burdens. I did not mention that blogging can take on other forms, such as Vlogging (Video Blogging ) and Photo blogging.
Reason #4: Good Mental Heath
Have you ever been depressed? I have found that blogging can help with depression. I mean, blogging allows me to “think out” about my feelings and sort them out. Yes, I know – it might sound corny but getting your emotions out will help you. Then again, you don’t have to make your thoughts public, you can make your blog post private.
Reason #5: Better Writing
Some people think that a good writing is a natural born talent, but sorry to burst your bubbles, good writing ability come from practice and lots of it! You won’t believe this, but 7 or 8 years ago, I wrote at a very low level writing. I mean, I wrote a 3rd grade writing level, and I knew my writing was horrible. The good news is that writing on a daily basis or (every other day) can really help with your writing structure, thought, spelling, grammar, and punctuation. If you don’t believe me, then Google it. So if you got kids, get them started on a blog – and of course (Keep an eye on it) While, you can blog as well.
Can you give me a few good reasons to blog? So, you already have a blog, but its not self-hosted? When you self-host your own blog you can control everything that goes on with your blog. Need some hosting and domain service to get that dream started? You can click here to get started. Bluehost is my provider, if you decide to signup – I will get a small percentage of the sale. Just to let you know. Every little thing helps and I appreciate it!
I am in an inspired mood for some apparent reason, and for some reason, I find myself reflecting my educational growth as student. As finals week is approaching quickly, I am alarmed that I would have one year’s worth of my degree. In fact, Monday will be the start of a week long journey of finals, and the birth of vigorous coffee drinking. In reality, I suppose late night, early rising, all-nighters might be an exaggeration to the truth of finals week, but I must say that we might appear to be underneath the pressure of last minute changes to a paper. Whatever the case may be, finals week is surely not the same fashion as a weekly ritual for a college student. What is the meaning for college? I mean, can going to classes, study your ass off, and graciously buzz through a three section test for about four years to say that you are qualified enough to work for a higher paying job? All of these types of questions used to swim in head, but now they do not because I find meaning and purpose in the academic lifestyle. I suppose each person is different, but as for me, I am excited about learning and growing academically. Can the building excitement for education inspire us?
What inspires us? How can the college lifestyle allow us to become inspired? I think for the most part, at least for me, inspiration comes from hard work. I love the quote from one of my professor’s door. The quote from Jim Fay, “Building self-respect comes from struggle and achievement, not from being made comfortable.” is truly something I really agree with because I can totally relate to my own struggles and achievements in the academic spectrum. But, in my other personal experiences, I can safely say that I experience various physical and cognitive disabilities that render my work a tidbit harder compared to if I did not experience the firsthand disabilities. With or without disabilities, hard work is hard work that creates self-respect. The first time I attended college, the quote aforementioned was hanging on the professor’s door, and used to think differently about it. I used to think that my self-respect needed to come from my educators and peers, but of course, I think differently about it now. Self-respect needs to come from the inside of us. People get to choice what formulates as hard work. The moment we start setting and achieving harder goals for ourselves is the moment we begin the process of having self-respect. Once we create and build our self-respect, I believe that it could be a harnessing tool to be inspired.
With that said, I am inspired because I have worked hard to be where I am now. With my language mechanics department in part of my cogitative disabilities, I used to agonize over the thought of writing, grammar, punctuation, and writing structures because I failed many, many, many times to the point of giving up. The giving up part started at a young age right after my accident, and I was constantly informed that my brain was damaged. Although, my educators and my parents under no circumstances told me that I would never achieve the normal excellence of a writer, I found other methods of communication to be much easier than to find ways to write properly. Before graduating high school, I maintained only an excellence of third grade writing level, and fifth grade reading level. I hid from my poor language skills through the invention of a word processor. I went to college for the first time to only to have the attitude of a “pricked-up-know-it-all” because I knew a few HTML codes. Short story of that – I flunked college and had to find other way to go about my life. Fast forward five years, and I ended up where I left off.
My first semester back, I enrolled for a developmental English course, where I would learn the very basis of English formality. I took the class very seriously, and allowed my English professors to perform open brain surgery on me. Once in my life, I rewarded myself with small but important steps to becoming a better writer. Once in my life, English writing made sense to me. Once in my life, I understand the importance of academic writing. All of these, “Aha” moments tie into the works of communication, and of course, I seek communication, knowledge, growth, and professionalism on a daily basis.
So how can these experiences make me desire to be become an educator? During of the course of this semester, my peers would come to me for assistance in our technology program courses. I enjoy helping students achieve success, and I always wondered why. I made the realization that the reason why I enjoy it is because I have empathy toward students. In essence, I was that lost student at one time, but today was different; I had one of my peers asked for my advice in a given subject. Can you guess the given subject? Yes! Writing – I felt honored because writing used to my weakest link, and of course, overcoming the struggles to be a lending hand in editing or advices surely gives me inspiration of what I am supposed to become. This post is a reminder for everyone to never ever give up! If you say you can’t or can-You are correct! I tell myself that I want to become an educator, but I have already realized, I am an educator and a student.
I find that sometimes I hold in things emotionally that stir me. I find it disappointing that I find something good on the internet and then do not share it with the world around me. Here are some videos that stir me emotionally for a level of empowerment.
1. Jonah Mowry – What is goin on…
His story about the experience being bullied that I can relate to during my younger years in school. To the last slide of his video chills my bones “I have a million reasons to be here.”
2. Girls first Ski Jump
My instructor in college shared this video with me. I am person with a disability, and learned to overcome many things in life that most people take for granted, including me. This video inspires me because I hear the fear that I have felt, but overcomes by willingness to try and defeat fear .
3. Opera duo Charlotte & Jonathan
I love this video because I see myself in this video, the nerves this young man deals with, the fear of rejection because of his weight. I wasn’t the popular and skinny kid in school — I wish I had least an ounce of his bravery. I love opera, but you don’t like opera, then you might afterwards. I shared this video in class Friday, and my classmates were stunned with chills — I guess the act to share is the inspiration for this post. You can the ability to move people and teach other about yourself without telling them verbally. Actions speak louder than words.
I was only a child, and I think back 15 years ago. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Dark clouds rumbled through the town, seemly kids waiting for the county parade. While sweat dripped from people’s face onto the sizzling brick pavement, we cheered as it was beginning. I was only a child, so happy to be a part of something HUGE. I remembered that I was going to reinvent myself, since I was the outcast, I just moved into this town, and I was asked if I wanted to be in the parade. I thought I was the lucky duck.
I daydreamed to be the popular boy in school, I imagined to be like “Zack Morris” from Saved by the Bell, cracking the new jokes and giving advice to the nerds. In Reality, I was lower than Screech. So I had a plan: 1. Get Popular by being in the parade 2. Get in the newspaper starring ” Brian “Cool” Butters, surfing the crowd and throwing candy 3. Start a trend in grade school.
Sadly, these plans were only my imagination.
July 19th, 1996 – it was my mother’s birthday as I recall. My mother and father were going to be in the parade. It was hot and windy, and the mid-day in Kansas. My mother’s camera needed new batteries and I knew that I had to run home to get them. As I returned, a boy my age stopped me and said “it’s not safe to be in the parade” I shrugged my shoulders carelessly, and proceeded to walk to where the float would start. A tractor trailer full of hay bales was hooked to a silver Chevy truck. I was super excited and I wanted to ride on the float. My mother stopped near me and said that I would be riding in the back of the truck to throw candy. I pouted and somehow go over it.
I climbed into the back of the truck and sat down. There was one adult and two kids that were younger than me in the back. I was sitting near the tailgate of the truck facing the front end of the truck. There was the biggest bowl of candy that I have ever seen in my life. I knelt down on my knees and grabbed a hand full of candy, ready to the throw it to the crowd when the parade started.
I remembered the excitement filling up inside me. The truck roared with passion and the sound of horsepower revving for a place to go. The adult reminded us to be safe and have fun.
The crowd smiled and shouted of with glee, begging for the sugary madness, I threw my first hand load of candy. I smiled back and grab some more. It was the greatest feeling in the world. I was on a moving stage, and felt like a hero. Somehow, I managed to change positions from the floor area to resting upon the tailgate. Sadly, we ran out of candy.
The truck stopped.
I stood up.
The truck started to go forward, and I was still standing up.
The driver popped the clutch and I lost my balance, then I fell out of the truck.
While head first, I jabbed my head on the ball hitch, and got swept into the moving tractor trailer.
I landed underneath one of the tires. I was trapped. The tire sucked my hair into it a greedy monster and parts of my skull was pulverized, and then it proceeded to run over my body. I felt alone, I was screaming inside, and the pain was more than most people would ever know. My skull was like a child chomping on a jawbreaker, biting, and chiseling with their teeth.
I had a vague memory seconds later. Before closing my eyes, I saw the crowd, in a still frame, frozen in time, I was dead.
I woke up a week or so in ICU.
I was mute. I could not speak. Weak and paralyzed, I suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury.
I can continue with more details of my recovery later on, but for now, I am alive today! I can speak again, in spite of learning how to and leaned how to walk again. This experience is my life. Most people leave or learn from their experiences, but live my experiences every day. I don’t consider myself disabled, but to say that I am person that experiences a disability. These experiences have led me into a nurturing life, full of passion, and to love others: more importantly myself. The reason why I am so upbeat and positive in life is because I choose to be. I am the one that can make me happy! I have a second chance in life. By God or not, chances like these only come once in a lifetime.
So I ask you this – What is your story? Any major things in your life have impacted you?
Brian “Cool” Butters
Name: Brian Allen Butters
So, Who Am I? I am…
A wind chaser
A person with a disability
An idea bank
A movie lover
A coffee drinker
The list goes on, the most important thing is that I am me, a person who is true to oneself. I survived a major brain injury, with low chance of living through the night, I am a lover of people.