Essay 5

1. The nation is at war, and your number in the recently reinstated military draft has just come up. The problem is that, after serious reflection, you have concluded that the war is unjust. What advice might Socrates give you? Would you agree? What might you decide to do? Read the Introduction, Chapter 2 Crito and the Conclusion Chapter 40 Phaedo by Plato.

It is very challenging and rewarding to capture moving subject in action. I want to capture this series because it is an appealing subject to me, I believe the purpose for taking shots of kayak and canoes would to interact with the action combined with the danger that is involved in the sport. I want the audience to feel part of the intense moments.

1. Why does the Indian classical tradition dominate the musical image of South Asia in the west?

All of us have formed habits in our daily life. Even though some of these habits only exist in our subconscious and we cannot actually make sure whether they are real or only the conjectures. But it is undoubted that all of our behaviors are influenced by our desires on specific objectives. In the book, the power of habit, Charles Duhigg explained the definition of a habit as an effort-saving instinct. “When a habit emerges, the brain stops fully participating in decision making” (20). To support his opinions on habits, he introduced the three-step model of a habit loop, the theory of golden rule of habit, and the role of a craving brain and belief in the process of a habit changing. Through learning

The wide open area and shallow waters can make Marathon boating quite challenging. The locals use this ditty to help them safely navigate the waters here:

Huntington had been on my wanna see list for awhile now and any excuse to make the drive to Pike County for a weekend is a plus for me. Watching these teams during warm ups, I could tell as could anyone who was watching could tell, that Huntington definitley passed the looks test. The were big, looked strong and was really fast.

In saying he knows how the river was made, Norman demonstrates his own self-awareness and understanding of himself. He knows who he is because his life and memories are the river. Building on the theme of identity, Maclean writes extensively on the geological history of the river. He explains the formation of it through glacial movement, its deposition patterns, and exact meander pattern, as well as the location and types of fishing pools (73). Making the geology a cynosure of his work again demonstrates Norman’s dedication to understanding the historical elements that formed its identity. Then, extrapolating this to himself, he reinforces the idea that having a deep understanding of the river’s formation allows him to better understand his own.

Fascinated, I watched those big wheels turn, and I could almost hear Tina Turner on the Riverboat Queen! The big wheels were turning, and I was thrilled to be exploring Vancouver’s first major highway, the Fraser River, by Paddle Wheeler. Usually, my preferred mode of transportation is a sea kayak or canoe, but recently I had the opportunity to “supersize” my watercraft and experience the Fraser in style.

Although the dog days of summer are long behind us, I simply can’t bring myself to put away my paddling gear. Fortunately, Vancouver is not only a world class watersport destination, but our mild climate means any day is a great day to paddle. Granted cooler fall and winter temperatures mean it is extremely important to be safe and sensible, but with proper preparation and good judgement year round paddling is treat that can be enjoyed by all boating enthusiasts. Recently, my paddling partner and I saw a break in the weather and planned an afternoon trip out of Cates Park in North Vancouver. Known as Whey-Ah-Whichen, the Tsleil-Waututh ancestral name for the land means “faces the wind.” This area is the largest waterfront park in North Vancouver and one of my favourite launch spots. During the summer, the sandy beaches are full of beachcombers in search of treasure and the playground and picnic areas are teaming with families. Cates Park is also home

For this report I choose the movie Seven. This movie was released back in 1995 and stars Morgan Freeman, Brad Pitt, Gweneth Paltrow, R. Lee Ermey, John McGinley, and Kevin Spacy. Seven was directed by David Fincher and written by Andrew K. Walker.

Moments went by, as we started off on our journey to Albert Pike. With the roads being very curvy, we were very precise about how sharp we turned every curve, and making sure to watch for upcoming cars. Our bikes screeched as we arrived pulling up to the swimming area. There was very meager up there, like I had suspected.

The small dinghy anchored in Stillwater Cove moved in synchronized rhythm with the undulating waves that knocked against the side. The water was turbulent tonight and matched the occupant’s mood as they whispered to themselves, “Damn, this constant up and down motion. I’m glad I’m not prone to seasickness or I’d be puking over the side about now.”

When Granddaddy and I were staying in Kisumu in western Kenya, we were close to the shoreline of huge Lake Victoria. One Sunday, we rode in a cab to Kiboko Bay, where our driver convinced a local fisherman to take us birding out on the lake. The man’s boat was wooden with a tin roof and peeling paint. Also, it had a pitiful, stinky, noisy outboard motor that surely drove some birds away. The fumes from the motor almost made me sick, but I’m glad we didn’t go right back. As we glided along the rocky shoreline, we saw people bathing and doing their laundry in the lake, pulling up water hyacinths to find fish they could eat, and watching us go by. We waved and some of them waved back. While we saw many interesting birds (ask Grandddaddy about

Traveling across the water is unlike anything else. It is slow, tiring, and above all else, peaceful. Looking out across the motionless water, I can take everything in with leisure, spending all the time I want on each landmark that draws my attention. The rhythm of the paddle hitting the water and the small bubble trail it leaves in its wake is soothing, and the sound, like that of a small waterfall with each stroke, is relaxing.

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and