Reality Shows

Reality shows like the First 48 are dramatic in nature, but that's in part because ratings are highly sought. The people in the show are definitely exploited, as well as the rest, going all the way back to the first several reality shows conducted for entertainment purposes. This reminds me of the Real World and its long legacy of truth-telling scenes of raw conflict, emotions, and behavior between unfamiliar adults.
The characters in the First 48 have to sign up to be followed and recorded, without pursuit of legal action regarding the misuse of their image and voice. With that said, anything that happens is unexpected and yet, expected. It seems that not much can be done after that agreement is made. I don't mean to sound so passive and pessimistic, but we are all adults who have knowledge of how brutal situations can get.

Comparison

The most interesting thing I can obviously see about Dallas, Texas is that they would vote for McCain in a presidential election. The one year that I spent in Dallas was '96 and while I do not remember much, I recall the very spacious living arrangements compared to New York. Dallas has no mention of a median income rate. New York City is suggested to have the younger average population than the rest of the nation. One thing the two cities have in common is that they are both very diverse.
Another interesting observation is that Dallas is "home to affluent communities" while New York City has a high income average, not mentioning if the community reflects this prosperity

Palette

Sometimes I get a little sad to see that it's been so long since I've expressed myself in a pure way. Well, all I did was look at this picture I have for my profile and let the words fall from my mind to the paper.

Yellow is the skin I see when I look in her mirror, the friendship a smile brings

A cool blue refreshens without water, the skies which lead this beautiful season

And my lips a rich natural pink completing the basic spring color palette, to reflect the easy ladylike grace I talk you into this journey with....

HaHaHa.....Why me?

The tickle torture was a person tied up and tickled, most likely on the bare feet. This procedure was used for both extreme and leisure measures since it was uncomfortable after a while of doing so. The laughter would become too much to bear. There isn't much documentation of tickle torture in history besides a few New York incidences, in Chinese history for unmarked punishment, and in Ancient Rome where it became painful for the victim. In the late 1800's, New York newspapers reported the events when people were tortured either here in New York or in Europe. The first mention of where it was practiced was China and dates back to the Han Dynasty, 206 BC. This topic is interesting to me because it lacks gore.

Neighborhood

An intense blend of different cultures, the significant essences of each social class, there are many things to appreciate about this neighborhood. Living near a highway and a mall brings the inner city busy-ness closer to me. Traffic is not foreign over here, an empty street is. There is always someone walking down each block because its safe for the most part. There aren't any houses nearby, the rows begin many blocks away. On my particular block, there are doctor's offices, a gated playground, an open area with a bench, and many, many cars. The area is flooded with people who are comfortable and polite. There are trees showing off their healthy green leaves in this transformation of springtime. They're held back by concrete and bricks lining the block. There's a comfortable noise level that eases up as the day winds down.
The air is mostly clean and clear until you walk into my building, a foreign smell of cooked food is picked up. The people in the neighborhood are mostly busy, working folk, the ages range, exemplifying the variation of each age group presence. This area is great because it's safe , divers and community minded/oriented. There seems to be a low crime rate over here according to the lack of news reported incidents. There are a few open areas such as a couple of parks, empty lots, and school fields. Train stations are within walking distance from my co-op building. Overall it seems to be a great area to live in for its easy accessibility to transportation means, schools, shopping areas, and recreational locations. There are two libraries close by that I've visited on occasion. It takes 30 minutes to travel to my old neighborhood, Jamaica, and the same amount of time to reach Manhattan.This travel time is a staple in my active life which I can rely on. There are numerous food stores a few blocks away. There is a local supermarket in which everyone knows each other. From this view, the trees don't dance the way I usually see from my own window. There is some litter on other blocks and sometimes the garbage is from other blocks. The only thing I don't like about it, is that it's so far from everyone I know in Brooklyn and Rosedale.

Guessing game of my love: food!

The cook I work with made it for me with a side order. It was very crunchy, slightly salty, and creamily sweet with bitter vegetables poking out. This meal reminded me of a particular holiday. The crumbs from my deliberate biting fell to the plate. The red sauce squeezed out as I pressed my meal together. I dipped my side order into a mildly sweet sauce from a bottle. I ended up chewing on the last bit of thickly sliced meat and that was all she wrote.

Closed

I'm so upset that the high school I attended will be closing. There's even Facebook groups dedicated to keep it open. I was notified of meetings earlier this year where former students were in attendance to voice their opinion. I've heard it will be closing anyway.

I'd like to see the school decrease the enrollment rate to compare to the amount of graduates each year.

This disappoints me that it will close, but it doesn't surprise me. When I was a senior, the school definitely changed. The hallways were louder because of the younger students, the hallways were always littered with kids and security officers. The didn't seem to be an end to it. They were looked at as loud and rambunctious, without cause.