Devilish Technology?

It seems simple, no cell phone one hour. Then though it buzzes taunting me with the sound it makes reminding me I'm not paying attention to it. Yelling at me almost "Dani someone wants you, someone is trying to get your attention". Often times my phones on vibrate, (that way no one gets annoyed with the mass amount of texts I have and I still have the knowledge of if or when someone tries to get a hold of me) but on the rare occasion its not on vibrate, when I receive a text the beautiful annoying voice screams out of my phone in an British accent "Hello its your phone in your pocket I'm on vibrate buzzzz see buzz I'm vibrating because you got a text bzzzzzzzzzz read it then bzzzzzzzz" This ring tone to me sounds like what my phone would yell at me if it had a voice. I bought into it though. My phone vibrates and I hear it wondering, who? why are they texting? what do they need? maybe its urgent, what am I missing? The last question disturbs me the most. It shows the true mentality I live inm one in which my cell phone appears the vein of life. I worry when my phones not on me. If I'm not home my parents demand that my cell phone is on me, just in case. At what cost though? What am I sacrificing when I have my cell phone constantly on me, when I'm costly in conversation like that? The best conversations I've ever had, the most hart to heart honest conversations occurred when I ignored my phone. My family goes boating in the summer and skiboarding (everyone in my family skies except me, I'm a snowboarder) in the winter. When I'm all wet or when gloves cover my hands I can't text, I cannot answer my phone. These are the times I have seen the most beautiful scenes, the sun setting on a lake, or the breathtaking view form the top of a mountain. Experts say that texting causes a decrease in ability to write properly; I would say that’s a very important problem with overuse of cell phones. I think though the thing we risk the most by over using our cell phone- we could miss out. Miss out on breath taking views, heart to heart conversations, the quietness of nature, the simplicity of it all. I'm part of the technology generation full of instant information, quick conversations, and overuse of screens. I have sat through Original Oratory speeches one after another speaking on the danger of technology and detrimental it will prove to the human race. Technology proves incredibly helpful (especially for the dyslexic kid who can't spell) I am not saying down with technology. I just think sometimes I need to go on a walk through the woods and leave my phone on silent. I need to go hang out with my friends and ignore my phone; sometimes I just need an hour of simplicity.

W, X, Y, and Z The Ending of The Alphabet and The Ending of Our Journey

I really really like poetry (last night I learned really has two L’s not just one) and Andrea Gibson’s poetry especially interests me. For the longest time I could not figure out why. She’s a poet, nothing special or different, just a poet. As my iPod filled with her poems and I found myself dwelling over the words I kept finding the same question arising: why? Why this obsession? Poems are not like songs with catchy melodies, they’re just words, words on pages filling lines, and eventually flying out of someone’s mouth. One day while listening to a Gibson poem it hit me (not like a pound of bricks but rather like rain falling in a heavy storm) I admired her honesty. Gibson writes with no hesitation, no apologies, she writes the way she speaks. She makes no apologies for the swear words she may say or how honest she may be, her poems all seem to lead to self discovery. For so long I have forced my writing to reveal the least possible about me. I wanted myself and my writing to stand separate. I thought for some reason that I could do this. This project, though, made me realize the impassibleness of that. As I let myself become the subject, instead of the back round noise, I started to understand myself more (or who I thought of as me). My writing started to look less and less like the work of an overly structured person and began to look so much like me. The parentheses in my writing representing the side notes that, when I talk, slip out of my mouth; my overly sarcastic voice and ultimately a huge helping of me. I stopped trying to hide myself from my writing, but began finding myself in my writing. Although it sounds a bit schizophrenic, sometimes I do not know something about myself until I start writing. For me, writings no longer just means writing, it means discovering. I think for me that’s what blogging has done. I have learned more about me. I think more importantly though blogging has maid me much more reassured in myself. I think we often struggle with who we are and what people expect of us. This project shows me, I am only me, and I should be proud of who I am. I am someone who likes to play music. I like listening to poetry. I believe everyone has something important to say, I am a writer but not a writer. I am the middle child but the oldest child (depending on who you know). I am loud, but I am also quiet depending upon whom I am with. I am often referred to as a five-year-old boy. I am also told I am wise beyond my years. I am independent and I am unsettling to some and incredible welcoming to others. I am a rebel rouser. I refuse to conform. I am Dani Boucher and I wrote these posts with my own hands filled with my own thoughts and poring out my heart into them. Now I know that type of writing, the whole hearted full body writing, that’s the only kind I ever want to do, and this project shows me that.