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Monday, April 2, 2012
Somewhere
5 o'clock Somewhere
Sunday, April 1, 2012
A Blog among Blogs
It's about 7 o' clock at night, a couple days before the blog is due, and gosh darn it I'm no procrastinator so I'm getting it done before time gets away from me. I probably spent a solid hour or two just planning such an immaculate blog. It's witty and interesting and definitely not made up on the fly right before it's due. In fact, this Coleton always does his work far before its due, and these blogs are no exception.
(Maybe next time?)
The God of All Bears

Over 900 species inhabit elevations over of over 6,000 meters and depths 4,000 meters below sea level. Freeze them, boil them, expose them to radiation—after 200 years, they will still be alive. These microscopic animals, only 1 mm long, can tolerate such extreme temperatures and conditions that they can survive in the space vacuum. They can survive a decade without water, and continue to thrive even when exposed to nearly 5,700 grays of radiation (10-20 grays can easily kill a human). However, these creatures are not so extraterrestrial—in fact, they’re probably looming in your backyard right now, just meters from where you are sitting. And on Earth, water bears are virtually indestructible (while still managing to be kind of cute).
And even though this remarkable animal can be found just about anywhere, it remains largely unbeknownst to man; somehow avoiding our exploitation of nature. Why? Because such a microscopic creature is difficult to explain when it stretches our understanding and of the microscopic world and its natural limits.
the universe
Somewhere in the universe at this very time, stars are slowly burning up elements through fusion and eventually they will die. Around some of these stars, there will be planets with other life forms. However, they will not be like the ones on Earth and are less sophisticated than us. In the universe, new stuff is continually created and therefore we are possibly older than other planets. The other life forms living at this time are probably simple or long lasting, with no other motivation in life other than to live. I don't really know what's out there and I don't feel like there could be anything farfetched. After learning in physics about our universe, my imaginary possibilities have been replaced by science and logical thinking. I like to think about things on Earth and not what's out there. Our lives are short and something going on in the universe right now will most likely not affect me. The movies make it pretty dramatic but I feel better knowing that unless our sun explodes, life will be good.
Journey
Somewhere out there, in this god forsaken universe, there is a small town girl simply living her life and not expecting much, but hoping for more. She lives in a lonely world, surrounded by her fading aspirations; a world that she struggles to escape. One day, she decides to take a chance for a better life and takes the midnight train out of town-willing to go anywhere it should take her. There she meets a guy- a city boy from Southern Detroit that shares the same hopes and dreams that she does. They both know that they are meant to be together. They step off the train and spend the night drinking at a crappy karaoke bar. The place smells of box wine, smoke, and cheap perfume, echoing with the noise of what may just be the worst singing known to mankind. However, they only care about each other; the night goes on, and on, and on, and on.
Somewhere in the Vast, Infinite Universe
Somewhere Out There
It's 5 o' clock somewhere..
somewhere in the universe
Meta-Meta Blogging
Somewhere in the universe, teenagers are answering this prompt with one of two trite answers – firstly, that they’re writing this blog, or that the universe is expanding and nuclear fusion is occurring. It’s actually not hard to understand why this prompt is being answered this way at this time.
It’s very probable that this blog is being answered on Sunday, April 1st, 2012, at around 9:00. This is because the blog’s due date is 12:00 AM on the 2nd. Teenagers are usually procrastinators, so it is likely that as the time approaches 12:00 AM, the number of students working on or finished with the blog will increase, and the rate of students working on it will increase as time draws ever closer. Also, a notification sent via Facebook may prompt several teenagers that their blog is due. Therefore, it can be assumed that there is a student working on this very blog at 9:00 PM on the 1st of April.
The bulk of these blog posts are about writing the blog post or the happenings of the cosmos for very obvious reasons. Most people are lazy, and don’t want to think about a creative way to address the prompt, so they either take it quite literally or try to circumvent the whole purpose of the prompt.
People are writing about the cosmos because many of the physics classes have had a recent unit on cosmology – they’re taking the word “universe”, connecting it to what they’ve learned about physics, and writing about nuclear fusion, the birth and death of stars, and all stages of matter in the universe. All of this stuff is probably happening all across the universe, trillions of times simultaneously, so whatever generic thing they write about speculatively is probably right somewhere. Hey, that’s the prompt, right? Somewhere, anywhere, in the whole universe, something is going on. Too bad the prompt didn’t include the infinitely many possible different multiverses, where anything can happen – from the laws of physics being completely different, to everything being absolutely the same, except for one infinitesimally small thing.
From personal experience, I’ve observed that many teenagers who are currently in the process of writing this blog assignment try to skimp out on the work by writing about whatever’s easiest, and adding unnecessary details that add to the word count, or rambling on for the same effect. (Hey, I never said that I didn’t do it! I’m just saying that people do that kind of stuff. For all I know, I could be doing it right now!) Smugly, they continue to write, stopping right at 150 or slightly higher to look like they’ve done something worthwhile.
There’s one thing that people tend to forget. Most of the time, in the universe, at this very moment, absolutely nothing is going on. Almost everything is empty space – all the matter in the universe essentially takes up absolutely nothing in terms of the actual space there is in the universe. Heck, most atoms are empty space.
That’s enough rambling for one blog post.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Somewhere out there
I wish I was somewhere else.
Somewhere in the universe, spring breakers are vacationing on the beach: enjoying the waves rolling up to the shore, laying in the warm sand, and reading their favorite book. They visit some relaxed coastal town where the possibilities of things to do are limitless. Those vacationers are swimming in the ocean, shopping along the boardwalk, building sandcastles, looking for sea shells, and relaxing until their heart is content. Oh how I wish I was at the beach! But in reality, somewhere in the universe, a girl sits at her laptop writing a blog post and pinning on Pinterest on a lazy Sunday afternoon with the windows open. She hears bird chirping and sees her cat pawing at the window. She wonders why the cat is so dumb and why he believes he can catch the bird through the window. Then she realizes that the cat is just like her. The cat is looking for an adventure beyond his current territory. She sits pinning beautiful locations to her “Places I’d Like to Go” pin board. Therefore, they are working toward the same goal, but the cat seems to be more productive. Unfortunately for both of them, they will be doing nothing exciting over the break (except watching some Wildcats eat some Jayhawks), but it’s always nice to imagine what other people are doing somewhere in the universe.
As if millions voices cried out in terror...
It was a typical Saturday late night run on Cartoon Network. The ever so family oriented Boondocks was wrapping up, and people were calling it a night. As the typical late night commercials came on, people got up and were preparing to hit the hay. And if this was like the countless other Saturdays, this is where the story ends. Yet, on this very routine day, something came up that suddenly grabbed their attention. It was the familiar voice belonging to a very old friend.
They couldn't believe their ears, yet they still turned their heads around. They wanted so desperately for it to be true, that this wasn't a dream, that it was actually happening. What met them was, without a doubt, the real deal. Tom, in all his glory, calmly announced the schedule for Toonami, as if it was just last week that he had his last broadcast. Next Bleach. After that, Dragon Ball Z. And later, Gundam Wing.
Wait, what? Toonami? Toonami was canceled three years ago. Bleach was on every Saturday, and no one cared about it anyways. But Dragon Ball Z? And Gundam? Surely, this is but a mistake on the programmer's part? They had almost convinced themselves that. But still, they kept on watching, praying that on the off chance it was true. So they endured half a hour of Bleach, in which the characters fought for two minutes, then spent the rest of the show explaining what they just did.
The clock ticked closer to 12:30, as the moment of truth drew nearer. If Dragon Ball Z was indeed next, then their prayers have actually come true - Toonami is back. The next few moments seemed to almost be an eternity. Slowly, but surely, the screen cut to Gohan struggling against the powered-up Cell. There were applause, cries of joy, pleads for Adult Swim to have their babies. The religious thanked their respective Gods; the Atheists thanked Richard Dawkins. And so, they kept on watching, blissfully unaware of the circumstances.
After Gohan triumphed over Cell and saved the world, next was the story of everyone's favorite giant robots. However, they couldn't help but feel this lingering sensation deep down that something was amiss, that something was not quite right. As time went on, more and more people caught on. Those smiles were turned upside down as the truth dawned upon them. The date, right after hitting 12:00, had turned to 4/1, April Fool's Day. They realized they had been deceived, mislead, bamboozled even. Soon, despair overcame them. There was great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
Curse you Adult Swim, curse you.
nothing
somewhere in the universe a rock floats by, breaking the complete immovableness of deep space, only a little bit though. the silence and stillness of deep space prevails.
somewhere in the universe, a storm rages on a planet, a perfect storm. one that is so destructive that on earth it would have ripped apart all of humanity in minutes, but its not on earth, and so the time passes.
somewhere in the universe, a black hole decides it is hungry, and eats things as they float by, sucking them in and they are never seen again.
somewhere in the universe, the earth is spinning, everything is quiet, and a boy is typing his blog post.
somewhere in the universe, everywhere in fact, time passes. slowly but surely it passes, and onward time keeps ticking while 11:59 draws nearer and nearer.