Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Final Indie Blog

Well, the end is in sight(even without glasses), and nonetheless I'm thankful to have made it successfully(in a manner of speaking).  So for any interested here's a link to a free birthchart(make SURE you know your TIME of birth, very important for accuracy of "Rising sign".  Quite accurate for most I've checked: Free Birth Chart
And I'll finish it off with a work of prose and poetry I wrote while overseas:

WAR

I'm steady looking out the window

as the gunfire starts to crescendo.

I know it's getting to be that time,

but the scary thing is, I feel just fine.

I hope everything goes as planned,

just gotta keep that .50 cal manned.

Weapons of destruction, intent to kill;

sit still, blood will spill, oh what a thrill.



In my mind I'm somewhere else, no need to pretend.

Over all the cursed yells I wonder when does it end.

I'm suited up, gear'd for war, on the right team;

All this death, damn what for... living the dream.

Why are we fighting, for what cause?

Clear my head, take a breath, pause...

Steady position, good aim, proper breathing,

trigger squeeze; all fundamental teaching.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared;

to take another life, I wasn't quite prepared.



I wake up tomorrow, the war is all done;

many tears, many years, and nobody won.

Another day, another dollar; life is so short;

find love, and happiness, it's my last resort.

The grandchildren are big, now in their teens

I've gotten old and gray, and dying it seems...

Looking back on my life, a lot have I learned;

A decision I made, the tides they were turned.

Many years I spent doing what was necessary;

I loved every minute, but some of them scary.



Now here I am, a long time in the making

My youth in my mind, as I'm laying here shaking

For what I was searching for, I now finally found

Only hours before they lay my body in the ground

There's no tears in my eyes as I start to cry

It took long enough, and there's no wonder why

My spirit will remain on the earth, forever I live

Memories of me are all I that give


THE TRUTH-
Take a breath and listen to what i say
the tunnel you see, leads but one way

don't deviate from the path laid before you
and think to yourself what would Jesus do

the good times are coming, don't get me wrong
get spiritually prepared and stay mentally strong

i know it's hard out there for one like yourself
every now and then pull that book off the shelf

great words of inspiration and stories of old
hopes and dreams can't be bought or sold

stay focused on the task, your head held high
some things are certain, so don't ask why

there are those that love you, this is for sure
a lot of evil in the world, it's hard to stay pure

we will meet again, much rejoicing there will be
when this journey i make across the great sea.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Blog #7: Ads and College Students

The college student... define him/her.  What is a college student?  How do you reach one?!  Well, that's the focus of today's topic, and I will address a few points.  For one, most college students are gonna be online and use the internet more than any other source today.  Exposure is one way to reach them of course, so multiple mediums, or forms of media can almost always guarantee a more successful response.  But then to draw them in, most are gonna need some form of humor!  After hours/days of tedious school work, and boring monotanous classes, they need spice... zest(fully clean).  Studies have shown that ads with a creative, humorous execuction are 40% more likely to get a response from college students or recent grads.  Another thing to keep in mind is thriftyness.  College students want free stuff, so sampling products is always a great idea to get 'em interested in a product!  Everywhere ya look, from campus fliers/newspapers, to local tv ads, to word of mouth and the internet, advertisements are focusing in on a target audience, and typically once someone picks a product they're comfortable, they're stuck for life, so my advice to advertisers: get 'em while they're young, dumb, and full of cum laude!

Blog #6: Music Makers

Music itself is possibly as diversified as the people who listen to it.  Since the first musical instruments, it has been ever evolving to the modern forms most of us are familiar with today.  With such a wide variety of topics to sing about, and the innumerable ways to to produce sound, there is without a doubt a type of music for everyone.  One of my favorites is rap/hip-hop music, and I'll tell ya why...
Hip-hop is fairly modern and more of an era defined music predominantly within the african-american culture.  Quite a few "rappers" today have gained a reputable status from their catchy beats and alliterated lyrics.  It seems to me that a substantial amount of their verbal content is based on a so-called "street life" and loosely based on drugs, sex, and violence.  Others, who find this genre of music appealing might of course share similar backgrounds or might find fulfillment in the motivational context of this music which rises from those who have "gone from nothing to something".  I always felt a strong sense of honor and dignity or possibly even entitlement for having worked hard, and I think I feel a similar message being portrayed by these "thugs" that I can relate to.  It has recently gained more main-stream media popularity due to a mass explosion into the market, with designer clothes, shoes, jewelry and more.  The beats can often be heard in movies, advertisments, and claims a huge portion of the Top 40 billboard tracks during the past decade.  In my opinion, most upcoming hip-hop artists are entrepreneurs and are more driven to promote their own success than those of others types of music who just have a pretty face or a discernible voice.

Blog #5: The Film that Shaped my World

Zeitgeist The Movie I'm not sure exactly who told me about this "film", but I do remember being in Germany and watching it alone.  Though it may be highly criticized by most, it was quite intriguing to me, to say the least.  I've seen a number of movies(The_Tree_of_Life) that could have possibly "shaped my world", but ultimately I picked this one, because it opened up my "eyes", it forced me to probe a little more, dig a lil deeper if you will... Some of the topics discussed were/are hard to accept by most, and the only thing I can say after all this time, is not one person I've come in contact with has been able to prove or disprove a large majority of most things we "know", so I will keep an open mind until someone does!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeitgeist:_The_Movie states- The film was screened on November 10, 2007 at the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood as part of the 4th Annual Artivist Film Festival, where it won the Best Feature Award in the Artivist Spirit category for feature-length documentaries.  In September 2008, Zeitgeist, The Movie also received a Special Acknowledgment Award at Rutger Hauer's ICFILMS Film Festival in Milan, Italy

Blog #4: Reader's Choice

In a world of fashion and "faux", what's a guy supposed to read in a magazine?!  Good question, guess it depends on the guy... with anything from home repair, cycling, golfing, cars, "hot" women, watches, sailing, and hip-hop to name a few, the choices are endless.  Three of my favorites, which I've held subscriptions to on numerous occasions are Men's Health, Popular Science, and Playboy.  These are not just 3 random magazines, they're all quite tried and true with a good history and rapport.  Men's Health is the world's largest mens magazine brand, while Popular Science has been a monthly magazine since 1872, won over 58 awards and translated in over 30 languages.  And of course, good 'ole Huge Hefner started Playboy magazine(wiki) in 1953, to provide photographs of nude women to help digest their montly interviews with notable public figures and the long line of short stories, fiction, and journalism to give rise to one of the world's best known brands.

Blog #3: Today's News Source

Though I don't ever find myself sitting in front of the television set and "catchin the news", nor do I find the time to enjoy a "news"paper over the breakfast table, I do however try to stay up to date with the use of a couple different websites.  I can't say that I have one in particular as a daily newssource, but at least in logging into my Yahoo! messenger, I'm greeted with an ever-updating reel of current stories in circulation.  Through the use of Yahoo! News I'm able to have a well-formatted, easily accesible page to news from local and national to worldwide with good reliability.  And though still trailing behind msnbc.com as the top news source online, it's still ahead of CNN according to Nielsen/NetRatings.  There are other sources of news which are slighly more biased on what news they put more focus on but are gaining popularity and in some cases influence.  "America's Finest News Source" and Alex Jones INFOWARS are two of my favorites. 
In my opinion, there's too much news and if more time was spent honoring Jesus' 2nd commandment, according to Mark 12:31 and Matthew 22:39(aka, The Golden Rule), instead of concerning ourselves with affairs from afar, much more peace would be found internally-which is where it all starts.  ::Think-this lil' light of mine...::

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Words of Life

These are words of inspiration and wisdom from different sources I have come across and would like to share. Take your time and read them carefully, and understand them.


Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes,
And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes
The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills,
Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills:—
He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass:
Environment is but his looking-glass.


I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. -Isaac Newton


Cherish your visions. Cherish your ideals. Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment, of these, if you but remain true to them your world will at last be built. From "As a Man Thinketh"


There is no limit to what can be accomplished if it doesn't matter who gets the credit. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love, this is an old rule.
Do not speak harshly to anybody; those who are spoken to will answer thee in the same way. Angry speech is painful, blows for blows will touch thee.
From "Dhammapada"


The more a man knows, the more he forgives.
Catherine the Great

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
From "Desiderata"


The first step in the acquisition of wisdom is silence, the second listening, the third memory, the fourth practice, the fifth teaching others.
Solomon Ibn Gabriol


Wisdom is the reward you get for a lifetime of listening when you would rather have talked. -Mark Twain

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

A Soldier's Tale of Romance


Billy opened his email, “hmm, who is this?” he wondered, as he clicked to open the letter from a new face.  It was from a girl named Dawn that lived on post where he was currently at.  Her father was in the military, she stated and that she worked at the clothing and sales store inside the PX.  Fresh out of basic training, he was excited about meeting someone to go out with, so there was no hesitation in a reply.  Billy was new to the area, and would only be there for a couple months, he wrote.  Telling her his schedule and asking if she'd be interested in meeting for lunch.

            The next day after he finished his training, he hopped online as he was accustomed to doing.  His inbox flashed with a new message.  Could it be from her, he wondered?  A slight nervousness overcame him as he opened the page.  Indeed it was!  Not expecting such a quick response, he was shocked to see a message from the mysterious “Dawn”.  He clicked her picture to open up her personal page, as she had added him to her friends.  Her profile was vague to say the least, and her pictures, well... they just didn't look recent.  As he continued reading the email, he was pained to see she had turned him down in his request to meet her.  Not even an apology as she stated it was against her work policy to “date” soldiers in training.  Billy was stunned, not realizing how a simple meeting could be mistook for “dating”.  He did not abandon hope.  

            Over the course of a couple weeks, the emails continued, learning more of one another, and each one insisting of their meet.  She declined every time.  But there was an attraction between the two; the conversations grew deeper and more involved.  Knowing his time there was growing short, he decided to make his move, and he would go see her at work.  As he entered the PX, he wasn't even sure where to go or what she even looked like!  But it didn't matter; he had other reasons for being there, so he continued to walk around, browsing the aisles.  As he was checking out, he asked the cashier where the clothing exchange was located, and she pointed to the back of the store.

Content in his decision, he strolled aimlessly in that direction.  As he peeked around the corner their eyes met for a moment and when he realized that it was her and the she had saw him he quickly withdrew from the room, and proceeded for the exit hoping she didn't know who it was!  Later that evening, he received an email from Dawn, and he chuckled to himself as he read that she knew it was him and was confused why he did not come in to say hi.  Slightly embarrassed he wrote her back saying he would come again tomorrow, that he was merely nervous of meeting someone that he had only corresponded through the internet.

            A week later they were standing in line at the movie theater, neither one sure of what to see.  He asked her to choose, not wanting to force her to see something she had no interest in.  He couldn't take his eyes off her as they sat down, popcorn and drinks in hand.  There was something about her presence that was intoxicating even though they had just met.  He enjoyed sitting next to her as the movie played on.  By the time it was over he had no idea what he had just watched.  Who was this girl, why did she take so much control of his thoughts...?  As they walked back to her daddy's truck he asked her if she'd want to do this again the next weekend.  Sure she said, and drove him back to base.

            They emailed each other daily looking forward to the following weekend.  Towards the end of the week, an idea was proposed of going to the beach with some friends.  Though it was out of Billy's stomping grounds due to 50 mile radius training policy, he immediately was for it.  Always a lover of the ocean, and the new spring rolling in, it was the perfect time for a drive to the sea.  As they sat in the car waiting for her sister to arrive with 3 others, he couldn't help but bring up the movie they saw the weekend before and how he wanted to hold her hand but was too scared to.  She laughed in his face.  Such a bold girl she was, seemingly unafraid of anything she grabbed his hand and assured him she would not have pulled away.  The blood rushed through his veins as her fingers clenched his.  He could have drifted away looking into her eyes as he was forced to come back by the honking of a horn.  Her sister had arrived.

            They got out of the car and discussed the trip there, which way they would go, who would drive, etc.  He sat and watched her.  As she got back into the car Dawn informed him of a change of plans. The two of them would be traveling alone.  This was great news to Billy, and even better when she asked him to drive.  But of course he said!  It had been 3 months since he had driven, and on top of that it was a nice little coupe with a manual transmission.  She admitted that she was not too good at driving sticks, as they switched seats.  Pulling from the parking lot, he smiled: clutches were his specialty.

            They opted for the scenic route, she knew where she was going, and he was just driving.  Free as a bird, a feeling he hadn't felt in months.  So refreshing he felt with her next to him, so alive.  She flipped through the random cd's she had and asked him what he would like to hear.  Hating to be the one to make decisions he told her whatever she wanted would be find.  She read off a few titles and his brow rose when she mentioned some “Celtic CD” she had.  That would be nice to listen to; he said as she slipped the disc in and turned the volume up.

            They were cruising down the highway, seemingly aimless, thoughts racing of what the other might be thinking. There were so many things going through Billy's mind, his decision to join the Army, meeting this new girl, actually being with her going to the beach, and the possibility of getting in trouble while doing it! He rolled the window down slightly to catch the wind in his hair, what a beautiful spring day this was. As the songs continued to play, and he continued to drive, totally pleasured and content, Dawn began singing to the Gaelic tune on the stereo. Softly at first, then slowly gaining intensity and volume, this girl had an amazing voice!

            Billy looked at her; she stopped as if she were doing something wrong. He told her please continue, that he actually liked it, thus furthering the embarrassment of having been heard. He completely assured her that it was indeed a beautiful noise coming from her lips. She laughed when he called it noise, but started singing again. He was mesmerized by this soft gentle voice like a song bird in a tree at dusk. So mesmerized that he failed to notice he was doing almost 15 miles over the speed limit until he passed a highway patrolman. Too late, he was caught. Twenty minutes later and a ticket to show for it, they were on their way. Nothing could stop these two from accomplishing there mission. At least now they had a good laugh to go along with it; it wasn't his first ticket, matter of fact he had quite a history of law breaking. A bad boy to the bone, she'd never have known behind his gentle smile and kind eyes.

            As they pulled up to the beach, an overwhelming sense came over Billy as it always has whenever he neared the ocean. They found a parking spot, grabbed the necessities and started walking to the edge of the earth. They stepped on to the sand together, hand in hand and felt the cool breeze and heard the waves crashing, it was perfect. They weren't quite ready to get comfortable and Billy really wanted a drink to kick it all off, so they headed to the bar. Neither was picky, so they headed to the first one they saw. They had a seat inside, he went to the "latrine" as he called it, and she ordered a coke with two straws. He smiled as he came back to the table and leaned over and kissed her.

            This was the first real taste of freedom he had felt in several months and it tasted wonderful. He asked her if she would like a drink with him, she shook her head no, so he ordered a beer. Halfway through the beer, Dawn decided she would like a shot of whiskey which really shocked Billy. Wow he thought, because he himself didn't care for such strong drinks. She laughed and threw in the, "Well, I'm Irish!" That settled it; he ordered a shot of Jack for her and two shots of Jagermeister for himself. She turned the shot up like a champ, and he winced as he poured down the second one of the schnapps. Sensing the warm feeling creeping down his body as he finished off his beer, she shocked him again by saying she wanted another drink. This could definitely get interesting. He wanted to order her something good, so he told the bartender to bring a “Liquid Cocaine”, a sweet and spicy mix of power! She was a little nervous of the name, but he told her that it'd be fine, if she didn't like it, he would finish it. What the bartender brought was far from what he ordered, but she drank it anyways; silly girl.        

            He went to the bartender, being the brazen young man he is, and directly asked her what she put into that drink. After hearing the ingredients he threw his hands in the air as he stated that it was completely wrong and that explained the minty aftertaste the drink had. He told her that he would like another one, made the way it was supposed to be made and that was with goldschlager, triple sec, and 151. Yea, it's a strong drink, and you don't need more than two, guaranteed. So she made it, and didn't even charge him. What a good deal. Sometimes it pays to be direct, just short of the line of being rude. Dawn smelled it, was like HOLY COW and poured the toxic mixture down her throat without hesitation, as Billy's jaw dropped. Ok, enough for you he said. Damn you’re a tough little thing aren't you! She grinned widely as she nodded and told him that she was feeling the drink already. He paid his bill, grabbed her by the arm, and directed her towards the door. She loved his dominant way. But he was merely moving with a purpose, what they came for.

            The sun felt amazing on his skin as he lay on the beach next to her. The alcohol running through their veins had both of them breathing heavily in sheer ecstasy as the breeze gave them chills while the waves were rolling up the shore. Apparently this was more than liquid courage, maybe liquid craziness, as she jumped up and ran for the water. She beckoned him on, as he called her bluff. The water would be frigid this time of year in the mid-Atlantic. Once again he was proved that this little lady had more than brains and beauty, she was so bold. What a wonderful combination he thought when he looked up and she was waist deep in the water. He laughed at her as she splashed water his way. He stepped ankle deep and immediately jumped as if something shocked him. Is this girl nuts he thought as she continued waving him on.

            The water must have been 50 degrees and she was seemingly unaware that hypothermia could definitely set in at these temperatures. She found it amusing that Billy always seemed to have an excuse of some kind for anything in which he did not wish to do. Not about to be outdone by this fragile little brown haired angel, he reached deep for that fortitude that every man has and headed in. By the time he was mid-thigh, he was completely numb. This was madness. The next wave that came in completely took his manhood from him as he squealed like a stuck pig. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry from the shock that overtook his body. There was only one choice, just do it. He dove in head first, completely covering his body with a blanket of free flowing ice. It took a few moments, but he finally overcame the urge to strangle her and drag her out the ocean, revive her and tell her how cold he was!

            They were both shivering, teeth chattering as he wondered if maybe she was too drunk to realize that they would freeze in less than 10 minutes. Oh well, it was worth it. Such a seductive smile came over his face as he pulled his hand out of the water and with one finger signaled her closer. Body heat must be conserved he said to her convincingly, we have to stay alive! She put her arms around his neck, pulled herself in as her legs wrapped around his waist. A magnitude of blood began rushing through his body as he grasped her tightly. He was shaking and breathing heavily; was it the cold water or the sensations of her body against his. Didn't matter, the sun was setting. Such a shame this was the east coast as they looked west at it began fading behind the high rise buildings along the beach.

            As he pulled away from her to climb out of the icy waters, she didn't let go. This wasn't a problem; he would carry her, he thought, but then as he looked at her there was something else in her eyes. He lowered back into the water, as a wave crashed over them. Neither felt it as he pushed the hair out of her face the surf had haphazardly misplaced. The next words that came from her mouth were as shocking as the water first felt as it splashed his body. Kiss me now, she stated. This was not a request, it was a direct order. Billy was forced to comply, although he had been waiting for this moment all day she amazed him with her perfect timing. It was an amazing kiss, the kind that you wish every kiss could be like. The almost stagnant blood began flowing instantaneously. Apparently she felt this too, as she drew back and looked at him intently. I'm a virgin she told Billy there in the water where the only thing keeping us warm was the fire from the passion that had just sparked. She pressed her body harder against his, Billy pulled. She felt his state of arousal as one hand left his neck and slipped into the water.  They started kissing, their lips pressed tightly against the other's.

            As they walked out of the water, her hand in his, the last rays of sun were disappearing behind the tall building in front of them.  They dried each other off, never taking their eyes off one another.  What had taken place in the water was just shy of perfection, both were speechless.  As they lay on the towels, the shade overtaking them, a slight chill ran up Billy's spine as he knew the day was waning and it was time to go.  Why did this have to end he wondered, why must he leave.

            The ride home took longer than expected, as they had somehow gotten on a wrong highway which took them a half hour out of the way.  Had he not stopped at McDonalds for some fries and a shake, this wouldn't have bothered him much, but he had a weekend recall formation at 2200 to make.  He was pushing his luck.  At 2145 he entered the post.  There were at least twenty cars in front of him.  He thought about getting out of the car and just running to his company area.  Nah, he though, it was over a mile away.  He just sat there patiently, as his thoughts drifted to the day’s events, not caring how many rules he broke and how much trouble he could be in if late.

            As she pulled into the parking lot Billy leaned over, kissed her, told her he would call her later, and jumped out the car before it came to a stop.  He took off around the back way as they were already in formation.  He tore up the stairs, was half undressed before he got to his room, and back down again with only a minute to spare.  They all saw him running up to the back of the ranks, no one seemed to mind.  Did he get away with this?  Not quite.  The first sergeant was there that evening, a very rare happening.  Apparently, he wanted to know who that soldier was that came running up late.  Billy was summoned to the front.  As he entered the front leaning rest position, aka the push-up, he laughed to himself at how worth it this was.  Such a small punishment for what he had done.  A few pushups later, he was back in the ranks at parade rest.  Still smiling contently, he had never felt so good.  All this time, and he finally found something that made him feel like he had never felt before... complete.

            He called her later that evening, told her everything that took place laughing the whole time.  Though they were exhausted from the day’s events, their conversation lasted for hours.  She had invited him to her church in the morning which was on post.  Her father was a chaplain and also the preacher there.  Instinctively knowing this was a big step, meeting the father, and knowing there wasn't much time left before he finished his training he went with his gut and said yes, he would go.  The next morning, he had never felt more anxious.  He wanted to make a great impression, as most men in the military know how soldiers can be and are very wary of their ambitions.  He dressed as nicely as he could, considering his civilian clothes were limited after spending several months in army uniforms.

            As Billy approached the church, he could hear the organ playing and the sound of the choir singing.  He couldn't be late; he was there 15 minutes before the time she had given him.  Butterflies in his stomach, he opened the door and walked in.  A jolly man at the front door greeted him while handing him a bulletin.  Billy told the fellow he was there to see Dawn, and that she had invited him.  The usher directed his attention to the stage, where there was Dawn standing, microphone in hand.

            She was getting ready to sing as the music started playing.  She saw him as he sat down, and he hoped it would not make her nervous.  What he didn't know was that she did this ever Sunday and the girl had the heart and courage of a lion.  He had heard her singing in the car on their trip to the beach, but as she opened her lips and the words came out across the speakers, every hair on his neck stood up.  His heart began racing as she whispered the soft notes into the mic.  Her voice began to grow louder and so did the music.  It was magnificent.  Never before had he heard such a beautiful voice.

            Dawn finished singing, and proceeded down the aisle towards Billy.  As she sat down, he felt inadequate to say the least to be sitting beside such a special gift.  His heart fluttered as she grabbed his hand and whispered in his ear that she was happy to see him.  The feelings he had for this girl were steadily growing stronger, while his time left there was growing shorter.  He contemplated the situation over and over in his head.  It almost seemed bittersweet.  How could he have met a perfect companion, someone who complemented him so well during this short leg of his journey over the next couple years?  He couldn't face the truth just yet, there was still time left to enjoy it, however short it might be.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Mass media to me is...

a way for the ones at the top to influence and/or possibly control all us here at the bottom! It's said that one fourth of your brain does nothing but process what we see visually... think about that for a minute. So, I think there's a lot of "digestion" that needs to be done not associated with physical food. The medium for communication would be like the spoon, the audience would be the little baby, and the messages would be whatever is going "vroom" towards our mouth... question is, when's the last time you threw a fit and said NO to what you were being "spoon fed".

The term mass communication was coined in the 1920s, with the advent of nationwide radio networks, newspapers, and magazines, which were circulated among the general public. The distribution of information to a wide range of people remains the function of mass communications, even today. Used primarily because it is a rewarding exercise which may award a person or company with brand and name recognition, instant credibility. Common terms to describe the analysis of mass communications are the messages, medium for communication, and the audience for whom the message is intended.

Mass communication technically refers to the process of transferring or transmitting a message to a large group of people — typically, this requires the use of some form of media such as newspapers, television, or the Internet. Another definition of the term, and perhaps the most common one, refers to an academic study of how messages are relayed to large groups of people instantaneously. This area of study, most often referred to as mass comm, is offered at many colleges and universities worldwide as an area of study, and some colleges teach nothing but mass comm.

So What Exactly is Mass Media?

Mass media is any medium used to transmit mass communication. Until recently mass media was clearly defined and was comprised of the eight mass media industries; Books, Newspapers, Magazines, and Recordings, Radio, Movies, Television and The Internet. Defining mass media is no longer clear cut or simple. The continuing explosion of digital communication technology is producing more than a little confusion on the subject. As it continues to expand, exactly what devices constitute a mass medium will undoubtedly continue to evolve and expand the current definition beyond the eight mass media industries.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

I am whatever you say I am...

cuz if I wasn't, then why would you say I am?!  Alrighty then, who's thinkin of Eminem right now?!  Well, I'm not him!  Sorry to disappoint, but I am Eddie Ray Michael III, born in Picayune, MiCrookedLetter the 28th of December '83.  According to Wikipedia, I share my birthday with Aiko_Nakamura, a Japanese tennis star(w0w), but 3 inherently "famous" people died the day I was born, including Dennis_Wilson, one of the Beach Boys brothers... Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama!(keep singing)
Sooo, does any of that mean anything? NAHHH! but hey, random facts are more nutritious than random fats, so if ya ain't eatin', start readin'!