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The Artistic Aspect of Architecture Architecture is undeniably one of the most powerful forms of art. Buildings have the ability to loom in the distance when seen from afar. As you approach it more and more details can be seen. Minute intricacies such as stone quality, texture, and perhaps some ornate detailing become apparent. Even standing at a doorway can provide some involved feelings. Does the building seem to invite the viewer inside with elaborate carvings and an open view to the

Post negotiation Analysis of Les Florets Case This case particularly resonates with me because it highlights the problems that arise when two individuals have reference points which do not overlap. An impasse was reached between myself (VP of operations for Les Florets) and the Restaurant owner and this was primarily due to the fact that we both had reference points with a ceiling which we felt we could not exceed. Going into this negotiation as the VP of operations my goal was to primarily

Britta and Vig looked toward the gate into the Citadel. The flags over the walls sank to half-mast, and the lines going into the city grew longer, extending across the bridge into the hamlet. “What is happening?” Vig wondered aloud. A bearded merchant turned in his saddle, “The guards have been ordered to search everyone entering the city. Not sure why.” Vig stared for a moment before whispering to Britta, “This does not seem right to me.” “Me either,” Britta agreed. She glanced around. “Wait! We

Gothic “scary story” Theme Terror The place I had stumbled in was quiet. Very quiet; so quiet that I could hear the groans of war 20 miles to the east. The place was a large castle, which looked as if it had been abandoned in a siege. The castle was dead and it felt as if it had been a hundred years since it had seen a human being. I went in with extreme caution; if anyone saw me, they would kill me. I went inside the castle and saw not a man, not a statue, not even a figure; I saw nothing. Nothing

The afternoon had just set and aureate rays of lights were peeking onto my plaid printed arm chair through the countless stained glass windows that consumed the room of my new house. I had finally decided to let my legs ease on the ottoman just in front of me after a long day of classes that it seemed inevitable I would fail. My brain screamed of exhaustion, but my eyes caught hold of the Purple Hibiscus book falling lifelessly out of my backpack across the room. I figured now would be a better time

Literary Analysis- “Say You’re One of Them” Karisa Levasseur 10/1/2011 Professor Asmus My Parents Bedroom In the short story, “My Parents’ Bedroom,’ written by Uwem Akpan, the most defining role of literacy that sticks out is symbolism. The images that are engraved into readers brains are ones that have deeper meanings than what we initially see on the surface. The story is told through the eyes of a little girl named, Monique, who is only nine years old. It is told in first person point

“Bullet in the Brain” Analysis Essay In the short story Bullet in the Brain, Tobias Wolff creates a sarcastically doughty character by the name of Anders. However, it becomes transparent that beneath this stone-cold portrayal of a man resides a troubled past. Throughout the story, Ander’s life struggles slowly begin to show through the cracks, giving the reader insight into what has turned him into such a hateful man. Another interesting character in the story is the man who takes charge of the

Natural disasters have never been an issue for me in the twenty years I have been living in Florida. There have always been the threats of dangerous hurricanes living near the coast, but I never took them seriously. I always thought " they're just little storms, what's the worst that could happen?". I was so naive to think that way. The warnings for Hurricane Jack did not start to get serious until September 5. At that time, the local news was suggesting gathering supplies and hunker down. Every

Jackson stared at his ceiling fan, it was still, collecting dust that fell from the ceiling. He longed for a breeze to cut through the thick August air.If only by some means the universe would turn the fan on so that he may feel some relief. He furrowed his brow in concentration, perhaps if he thought hard enough telekinesis would throw the blades into a whirl. Wind, Jackson could feel it. Startled, he sat up to find his wife sarah, staring at him emptily near the fan switch on the wall. She hardly

So, I had this really weird and scarily realistic dream last night. I’ll try to remember as much as I can. The first thing I remember was us checking into this really big wooden hotel with a whole lot of people that I knew, somehow. I remember Mr. Groon was one of our caretakers, so I imagine it was a band trip or something like that. But, I didn’t understand how because we were married, as we got a room together and Mr. Groon commented on how he’d keep his eye on us, and we just laughed and shooed