Food

Humans have a cultural dependence on food. besides needing food to survive, we require it for a much larger reason. We have a emotional, and physical attachment to food. It comforts us. When we are sick we eat chicken noodle soup, when we are sad we eat ice cream, and when we are tired we drink a warm glass of milk to help us sleep. Food is what keeps us sane, and gets us through the day.

When was the last time someone had Thanksgiving without turkey? Turkey has become a custom and tradition for that holiday, and it would not be the same without it. When we do not have the food that we want we begin to miss it, and sometimes we can go through withdrawals. The "Super-Size Me" man ate strictly McDonalds for a month straight. When he stopped eating it he felt sad, and his body began to fall apart because he was physically, and psychologically dependent on that food. This constant need for food shows how important food really is in our life; going beyond the natural dependence to eat in order to survive, we need it to live.

The Wolf of Wall Street critique

People all around the world are talking about The Wolf of Wall Street as being one of the better newly released films. I was not one of these people. The film is a life story about how wall street broker, Jordan Belfort, scammed the stock industry to make millions of dollars. I quickly realized that this was not a step-by-step guide on how to make it big in the stock industry, in fact it was more about the promotion of cocaine, prostitutes, and the excessive use of the "f" word. 

The Wolf of Wall Street is a grotesque depiction of the scum-bag lifestyle of the upper-class. There was not a point in the movie where one could go five minutes without seeing a character doing some type of drug, or fornicating with some low-rate girl looking for a quick pay from a wealthy man. The movie was disturbing and disgusting with the only benefit being that I learned how to obtain and do drugs in creative ways. It was like the creators were on drugs themselves when they decided to start filming. At the end of the film I felt like I needed a shower and to be checked into a rehab facility for my intense drug addiction. The other unlikable quality of the film were the actors and actresses. Oscar-less Leonardo DiCaprio played as Jordan Belfort. Although he tried, he still underperformed, and walked away from the film with no academy award. Jordan's right-hand man, Donnie Azoff (Jonah Hill), was the overweight, drug-addicted, numb-skull. His main role was getting Jordan into trouble; he was the cause of Jordan's drug addiction. Finally there was Jordan's wife, Naomie Lapaglia (Margot Robbie). Naomi was as annoying as she was beautiful. She was great to look at, but as soon as she opened her mouth her awful New Jersey accent took over. It was like hearing nails on a chalk board for every word that she spoke. The actors in The Wolf of Wall Street made the film almost unbearable to watch.

Watching The Wolf of Wall Street was three hours of pure agony. I cringed at almost every visual, and when I closed my eyes to escape it my ears were clogged with the vulgar language that was said in every sentence. I would not wish this experience on my worse enemy. Unless my enemy wanted to throw their life away, and do some drugs. Then i would hand it to he/she on a silver platter.

Fire

     Fire is an intersecting phenomenon. mesmerizing when looking at it from a far, staring at the flames dance in the pit. However, it is just as destructive when seen up close, burning down everything it touches. In a way you could say that fire is beautifully dangerous. I do not deal with fire as much as i do heat.

     Every year when the end of April comes around, school slowly gets out of my mind while football swiftly makes its way in. The end of April marks the beginning of spring football where heat is found in almost every aspect; whether it be the literal temperature of the scolding April afternoons, or the hot-headed egos of the rising seniors showing their new found dominance to the rest of the team by beating up on the miniscule sophomores. Spring football goes on for two weeks, and comes to an end with an inter-squad scrimmage where the students of the school come in to get a glimpse of the upcoming varsity team. Players get caught up in the heat of the moment by getting stargazed by the roaring fans from the stands. So caught up that they end up forgetting what they were suppose to be doing on a specific play. This, in turn, heats up the coaches which leads to the players feeling the heat of the coaches breath on their face from the intense screaming and varied use of curse words being projected at them. Luckily for us players, all is forgotten after the game. On the unlucky side, however, summer practice is right around the corner. Where we are out on the blazing hot turf field for hours on end. The field is so hot that you can see the heat waves dance in the distance and your cleats begin to melt to the ground beneath you. The cycle then continues: players mess up, coaches get mad, coaches yell at you, and then you get heated and end up fighting your best freind until some other teamate breaks up the fight. This goes on for three months until school starts up again.

     Heat comes in many shapes and forms that are not fire. I deal with this heat for most of the months out of the year. The heat of it all is all worth it when you hear the fans chanting your name as you beat your rivals and continue to win. That's when the heat does not feel so hot.