What constitutes depth for me? Favorite place? Hobby?

I have a patio where I like to sit at night. I am usually drinking my favorite cold beverage and looking at the plants, trees, and the stars. Usually, I like to stand up and simply walk around the back yard. The air is usually cool (maybe not last night but...) and everyone in my house is asleep by the time I get home, Monday through Thursday nights.

Sample Neighborhood Paragraph

Student

Professor Murphy

English 914

29 August 2014

Medical Marijuana in My Neighborhood

The sights in my neighborhood, Palm Desert Country “Dump,” are as pathetic as the people who live there. My neighbor, Bob, the landlord’s son, likes to smoke in front of his house. Until recently when Bob beat up his Chinese national girlfriend, Ling, he was the star attraction on Minnesota Ave. Bob would yell across the street at his parents. He would call them “F---- Jews” and many other names. He never worked, even though he is 57 years old. Another sight is Bob’s parents. The Spences live right across the street from their son. They own four houses in the neighborhood. They have a pool in the back yard that they never use. Bob’s excuse is that it was the marijuana, the medical pot that is to blame for his psychotic behavior. Neither Bob nor his parents have any excuse: they are simply pathetic.

Who is Adam Silver and from where does he derive his power?

Who is the mystery man behind the NBA, the one with the bald head and the big ears? Sterling is clearly an idiot and probably senile, so this is no defense of him. Back to Silver. Since the NBA is a non profit, why was the commissioner job not opened up to any applicant? Why is the Silver the successor of Sterne? Is this a monarchy with tax exempt status? Why are former players not allowed to apply?  How about Condi Rice, who is interested in baseball? How about people from academia?

Hamlet's Blackberry, chapter 13 Internet Sabbath Critique

The summary is, in the words of Harry Potter, "complicated." Powers admits he and his family broke the internet sabbath by watching the rest of The Blob with Steve McQueen on the internet. The modem is supposed to be turned off on the weekend; yet there are exceptions and texting is still allowed on the weekend.

Another point that Powers makes is that he and his wife work on the weekend. He never says what Junior is doing. On his phone? Texting? Senior says there is a full slate of family activities on the weekend, but he never says what they are.

This all leads me to the conclusion that work, not technology, is the real enemy.

Weekend Haboob...

In Califas or the borderlands people would always say, "We need a good earthquake to get rid of this wind." All weekend, day and night, the wind blew sand everywhere. Into the car, the pool, the house, literally everywhere.

Although people in Phoenix resist the use of the Arabic word, Haboob, that is what a severe sandstorm is. In Califas no one is so narrow minded as to hate the word Haboob simply because it is Arabic. After all the majority of Spanish words come from Arabic.

I took many showers this weekend, which is to say I still went outside during the Haboob. Ironically the worst part of the sandstorm occurred in broad daylight at Costco off the 10 Freeway.I still feel grains of sand in my eyes, ears, and mouth. Lesson: it is better to stay silent during a Haboob.

To make things even more bizarre, tonight at 1058 pm is the lunar eclipse.

Enter the hipster...

Since last Thursday, I cannot carry out my business without running into hipsters here for Coachella Fest. I go to the pool to swim...hipsters everywhere...why? Why are they in the country club--the ghetto one--swimming pool?

Friday afternoon I see many charter buses. Oh  I wonder if school children are returning from a field trip... No, charters are brought in to accommodate the hipsters.

Friday afternoon I have business at Staples. I drive up Washington. Traffic jam. What does the Tennis Garden have to do with it? Oh, charter bus service. Beautiful luxury buses while we locals suffer with the ghetto natural gas ones that never go anywhere directly. We have to transfer at the mall no matter what.

More hipsters in the way. Some just sitting on the benches inside Staples... glued to their phones and their phones wear more clothing.

Later at the pool, more hipsters. The discussion among locals was... what about us? Saturday, I go shopping. More hipsters buying clothes, shoes, hats, etc.I wait.

Traffic jam. The charter buses gone.The hipsters in the stupid hats and iphones gone. How did we benefit again?

Example of a problem in English class...

My problem was reading. As I lived in Michigan where there is a saying, "If you don't like the weather, wait four hours," I was always getting sick. I would get many ear infections. As a result as a kid in early elementary, I could not hear. Since I could not hear anything, while the teacher was teaching us phonics, I did not know what she was saying. I thus had no clue to as the sounds that Ms. Johnson, my teacher was making. When it was time to read, I could not make the sounds of the words. Ms. Johnson recognized the problem that I was having and told my parents. My parents finally took me to the doctor who said that since I had had so many ear infections, my hearing was blocked. The doctor highly suggested that I have "tubes" put in my ears. As a result I returned to school, now second grade with Mrs. Burke, but I was very far behind the rest of the class in reading. My Dad now blamed the teacher, and for third grade sent to the St. Thomas, a Catholic grade school. Gradually, I became a better reader but never studied phonics until my son learned Zoo Phonics.