The Big Blue Neon Light
Driving home from work on a damp summer night, as silence plagued the air the only thing I could feel was the warm breeze against my skin. There was complete darkness, however, in the distance the only thing visible was a bright blue neon light to my right. As my car accelerated faster than the speed of light, to me, what felt like two seconds, really five minutes had passed. As my car came to a halt, no sooner did I put my car in park when I realized I was in front of the blue neon light that I had seen from a distance. This light turned out to be a bowling alley.
As I got out of my car, curiosity took hold of me and pulled me towards a big, glass, door that was covered in fingerprints. With this, I opened it. As I opened the door, the silence that had once surrounded me was completely broken. Screams of excitement were heard as well as the sound that is created when ten-ton bowling balls hit a mere three one-foot bowling tall bowling pins. I scoped the premises, and caught site of a group of my friends.
Walking through the aroma of popcorn made my stomach talk. Ignoring such gossip, I strode to lane thirteen where my friends danced around and imitated those around a campfire as they waited their turn to bowl. No sooner was I two feet from my friends did I feel a cold chill going through my body. At this very moment I felt the bowling alley’s impact on my emotions. My friends caught sight of me and wheeled me into a game of bowling.
After putting on the fungus-filled bowling shoes that were lended to me, I took hold of a ten pound, shiny, green bowling ball. As I approached the shiny hard wood lane, the taste of victory was fruitful. With the strength of a thousand men, I threw the ball down the center of the lane. The loud bang made the other think that I cracked the wood floor. In a split second, an even louder bang was heard as the bowling ball hit all ten pins. This was the first of many strikes that would lead my victory.
At the end of the night, we said a good night, gave our hugs and kisses, and departed our separate ways.
Ten minutes after lining up, I went inside the nightclub. From the door, I could hear the song and the beat of the bass so loud that my heart could feel it. Inside the nightclub, I saw people were dancing everywhere, on dancing floor, on their own seats, everywhere. They would dance and take a big gulp of their beer. Even the bartenders were dancing too, following the rhythm of the loud funky music. The rainbow rays of light moved through the club to make the mood even more exciting and funky.
Transition: First, I want to talk about the equipment used in the game of bowling.
It is nearly impossible to understand everything the first time around, especially when it comes to stories that are as detailed as The Bright Forever. When reading stories the first time, I believe we don’t understand every element that the author is trying to portray to us. When reading The Bright Forever for the first time, we all anticipated how it was going to end. With each page, we all tried to put the pieces together and tried to figure out who, how and why it all happened the way it did. The first time around, we were all clueless, but after going back and reading the book again for a second, you are able to pick up on things a lot easier. By doing this, you can figure out the meaning of the authors imagery and clues throughout the book.
Puntam, Robert D. (1995) Bowling Alone: The Collapse and Revival of American Community Simon & Schuster ISBN: 0684832836
Putnam, Robert D. Bowling Alone: The Collapse and Revival of American Community. New York: Simon & Schuster, 2000
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
It was the end of my parents’ conversation so I decided to go to bed. I brushed my teeth with my bamboo toothbrush and went into my room. I blew the candle out and went to bed.
...oyed by 95 million people in more than ninety countries worldwide. As one can see, the sport also has a lengthy history that is both interesting and filled with some speculation. The quick pace high-energy game is one of the most played sport in the U.S. today and will only continue to grow. Not only can one play the sport for fun, but join the professional tour and make upwards of a half a million dollars. Whether the sport originated with the caveman or with the Egyptians, one can say that the sport of bowling has touched the hearts of many.
“There's kind of a Zen aspect to bowling. The pins are either staying up or down before you even throw your arm back. It's kind of a mind-set. You want to be in this perfect mind-set before you released the ball.” Jeff Bridges describes bowling to be black or white; one pin can not both be up and down. However, the character whom Jeff Bridges portrays in the classic bowling noir film The Big Lebowski, the Dude, is far from black and white. Once he was an ex-social justice warrior protesting the Vietnam war, now he is hanging out with a disgruntled Vietnam vet. With a joint in his mouth and a White Russian in his hand, the Dude goes through life without a care, only waiting for his turn to bowl. Throughout the movie, the Dude is dragged into a series of unfortunate events, none of which are his idea. What originally started off with nothing more than a piss-stained carpet spawned into a faux kidnapping and the death of the Dude’s beloved friend, Donny. The plot,
The one thing that interests me is bowling. I have been playing all my life and after a whole semester and a half of being in Mr. Fetter’s class, I realized that everything has physics in it. One night after going bowling with my girlfriend(s) I wondered why when I hit the first pin, only seven went down and thus I lost the game. So, I got on the Internet and found a lot of articles and web sites talking about the physics of bowling. A lot of the web sites were brief descriptions. A guy named Paul Durbin wrote many articles on physics. One of his articles he discussed was about bowling. He mentioned one thing we already went over this semester in physics class. But it seems to me that he neglected to mention other forces the play a big role in bowling and the physics behind it.
'What the heck was that?!?' is a very familiar phrase to many. Was it just the house settling? Maybe it was a friend playing a prank. Or could it possibly have been a ghost? The latter choice is normally ruled out fairly quickly. But for some, it is very plausible. To prove or disprove the possibility of an apparition, a surprisingly scientific and frequently detailed investigation is carried out.
As I entered the building which housed the rink, the warm, nostalgic scent of popcorn hit that part of my brain where dusty, cobwebbed memories live, memories of my own adolescence. I made my way past a group of exuberant teenagers at the snack bar until I reached the skating rink. Skinny, hard benches, made for small butts, lined one wall. I took a seat and scanned the rink. My eyes paused to read a sign; white, block letters on a black background warned, "Skate at Your Own Risk."
Trilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before. So now, still in the beating of my heart, I stood repeating. " 'T is some visitor entering my chamber door --- Some late visitors entering my chamber door ;--- This is nothing more."
Goodman writes “Robert Putnam has already chronicled the erosion of the ties that bind in Bowling Alone. But we’ve paid less attention to ‘coping alone’ or ‘suffering alone.”(3). Feeling alone is something that everyone feels in their life at one point. For example a person that feels isolated feels lost in a crowed they also have a fear of rejection from others. They may feel alone if they live by themselves. In addition if they feel grief of losing someone. They have inability to participate in activities due to access issues such as not knowing how to working well with others. People that are social isolation may have lack of energy to desire to do things and function. While the effect of social isolation is by being alone, it also does by
The sound of the wheels from a skateboard on the pavement rattles my head. The only thing stopping the pounding noise was the slight breeze of air that flew through cooling down all the noise. Blowing through the blue curls in my hair the wind covered my ears. No worries could reach me in this moment. The excitement to get to the library kept me flying down the road. I could already imagine the smell in the air of old paperback books enveloping my nose. Getting to run my fingers over new books hard spines that hold the forever stories together.