<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:58.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENG 001: Section 09</title><subtitle type='html'>Brent Huber, Nebraska Wesleyan University</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-7233169004484591952</id><published>2008-02-25T00:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:19:35.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im one confused fellow in the crazy world.  Frustrated with society and life in general.  Society is the dumbest thing i can think of, it pressures people into terrible situations just to crown them with "acceptance."  People change their entire priorities and morals just to find their place among others that society calls popular.  Its is hard to find a person's own niche, people become trapped by different circumstances that are beyond control and become their slave.  I admire those that do find their niche, and do not betray themselves. They are truly genuine, but society pretends to give these people acceptance.  Its makes it seems that this is a good thing.  But when someone tries to be themself and by doing this they cross the line of what is considered popular they are immediately alienated.  Being genuine is extremely underrated, being at peace with yourself is what all strive for, but as soon as you give in and substitute society's values for your own you become fake.  All people are fake to different degrees.  Some people in music stive for this genuineness.  When they play for the fans they are false, what makes a group unique is when they play for themselves.  And if the public happens to enjoy the music then good for them.  Societal pressures are killing the idea of the individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-7233169004484591952?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/7233169004484591952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=7233169004484591952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/7233169004484591952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/7233169004484591952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-one-confused-fellow-in-crazy-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-8148403356405817236</id><published>2007-12-16T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:42:12.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYi1uIDDvRM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYi1uIDDvRM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennyrogers.com/"&gt;Kenny Rogers&lt;/a&gt;, “&lt;a href="http://www.baseball-almanac.com/poetry/po_sk-rogers.shtml"&gt;The Greatest&lt;/a&gt;”: This song depicts the quintessential picture of a little boy playing baseball. He walks outdoors dreaming of all of his baseball heroes that he sees on T.V. carrying his baseball and &lt;a href="http://www.slugger.com/"&gt;Louisville Slugger&lt;/a&gt; baseball bat. He pictures them and then himself in their position, in front of thousands of screaming fans, playing the sport he loves. He thinks about the pressure situations, in the game, that make names go down in history. This was me too, at one point in my life. My love of the game came from my father, who taught me to play baseball. We used to spend hours upon hours of playing catch and talking about anything, but mainly baseball. After I came to be the age that I could play organized &lt;a href="http://www.clubbaseball.org/"&gt;club baseball&lt;/a&gt; he would always be there with my mom, yelling words of encouragement from the bleachers. I cannot remember a game where my dad was not there, even with his packed busy schedule, he found a way to make it to my games. I think he could see a lot of himself in me, because he had been an avid ball player himself, when he was a little younger. He had played on some city league team in Indiana, and still held onto his old uniform. There were times when he would be driving me to baseball practice when this song would come across the radio, and the two of us would sit there silently and share the love of the game by listening respectively and thoughtfully to this beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9k7arn27a8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9k7arn27a8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chevelleinc.com/"&gt;Chevelle&lt;/a&gt;, “&lt;a href="http://downloads.walmart.com/swap/"&gt;Vitamin R&lt;/a&gt;”: Not only does the name of the band remind me of times spent with my brother and my father, it has literal meaning too. Over the course of my high school career, during the summer my brother would come back from college classes and the three of us would work on his &lt;a href="http://www.bcautos.com/musclecars/69deluxe.html"&gt;’69 Chevelle&lt;/a&gt;. Over the course of a couple of summers we transformed a broken, rusted out, beat up car into a fully restored classical &lt;a href="http://www.noneckschevelle.com/"&gt;muscle car&lt;/a&gt;. But the most important and memorable aspect of these summers of my life has to be the time I spent with my brother and father. We spent hours and hours sweating profusely underneath that car tearing out old broken parts and installing new ones, trying to restore a piece of history. Also we would often travel to nearby parts stores to buy new parts rather than order them by catalog, which allowed us to speed up the restoration process, and also spend more time together in the car talking together. The car has now become a symbol of many things for me. On one hand it symbolizes my dad, because it was he that imparted his vast knowledge to my and my brother (mainly my brother) and also because the car reminded him of his youth, when he would drive cars similar to this one. On the other hand the car reminds me of the summers of my youth spending time with my family, which I can see now, even when this was not so far in the past, is a commodity that is going to be rare in the future. And finally the car reminds me of my brother, for when he looks at it I can see pride in his eyes, which gives me satisfaction, knowing that I helped to create something that can instill such emotion in someone so close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3raze02v7w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3raze02v7w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.aol.com/artist/jibbs/448746"&gt;Jibbs&lt;/a&gt;, “&lt;a href="http://www.mp3raid.com/search/mp3/chain_hang_low.html"&gt;Chain Hang Low&lt;/a&gt;”: One of the more memorable times of my youth was time spent with my school buddies. These are people I will never forget, having spent the better part of my life thus far with them. Playing sports was our thing to do, it is what we loved. My senior year before the basketball season started we had a couple weeks of practice. After all of the hard practices and the near impossible conditioning sessions, we would play this in the locker room and relax. This became the theme song to our &lt;a href="http://ocknights.esu2.org/pictures/photo%20gallery%202006-07/boys%20basketball/index.htm"&gt;senior basketball season&lt;/a&gt;. What was once just a catchy tune is now filled with meaning and memories. Upon hearing this song, memories of shooting around before practice come flooding back. When we used to practice free throws we would try as hard as we could to get the guy shooting to laugh and in the process, mess up his shot. Memories of these crazy antics come up when I hear this song. After successful home games, we would crank the volume up on the stereo we had in the locker room and take turns trying to keep up with the &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jibbs/chainhanglow.html"&gt;fast paced lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, and everyone of us would fail miserably. Any more it is hard to try to enjoy the song based on the musical attributes themselves. I can’t help but think of the season of our dreams, playing in a state championship game with all of my closest friends, when I hear this song. It will forever be representative of our senior season of basketball and spending so much time with friends playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8Z-DIAthbM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/feist"&gt;Feist&lt;/a&gt;, “&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/1234/dp/B000V9I67Y/ref=sr_f2_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dmusic&amp;amp;qid=1197850877&amp;amp;sr=102-1"&gt;1,2,3,4&lt;/a&gt;”: Everyone at some point in there life gets nervous for various reasons, one of them, in my case, was the first meeting with my &lt;a href="http://hs.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1320390007"&gt;college roommate&lt;/a&gt;. I applied for a random roommate that I had no idea who they would be or what they would be like. After meeting my roommate, while everything was still new and awkward, this song came across the radio. At first glance, or listen rather, you may not think that this would be a favorite tune to two college guys. But little did I know that both of us would have similar taste enough to both enjoy this song. Ever since it has been representative of the friendship that has blossomed between my roommate and I. The feeling of nervousness and then the following relief are all brought back when I hear this song. From that first meeting to the first real bonding moment when this song came across the radio, this will remind me of awkward moments &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xn46rmLlAa4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;dancing&lt;/a&gt; and attempts to sound like the girl in this video. The tone of the song almost speaks the relief I felt about my roommate situation with the soft voice of the, “Feist” singer. Even in describing the video to a friend, my new friend and I use the same adjectives and phrases to explain in our own same words. The entire uniqueness of the scenario and similarity is evident in the song, comparatively, more so in our tastes than in the actual content of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzQXeC5O01Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzQXeC5O01Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andygriffithshow.net/"&gt;Andy Griffith&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/TV-Land-Presents-Favorite-Theme/dp/B00006EXIL/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1197851361&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Theme Song&lt;/a&gt;: This song along with the series has always been a favorite of my father’s. The series began in his childhood and has continued, as the two of them have gotten older. In a way the series has mirrored his life. When I was smaller, my father and I would watch reruns on T.V. I have many fond memories of sitting on his lap as a child and laughing at the many hilarious antics of some characters and thinking on the thoughtful behavior of others. All the while this was going on I was building a lifelong bond with my dad, or rather building a stronger bond. Most sons have relationships with their fathers, but I like to think that because of times like these spent bonding has made our relationship stronger. Many life lessons are taught, or were, in the many different episodes throughout the length of the show’s life. In the show, sheriff Andy Taylor has a son, Opi, who are very much like my dad and I. Opi often gets into various sorts of mischief, much like myself, and the widowed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheriff_Andy_Taylor"&gt;Andy Taylor&lt;/a&gt; plays the part of the stern, but loving father figure, that sorts him out. As well as the similarity in behavior, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0341431/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt; and my dad share many of the same personal attributes. Both have a sense of humor and a powerful sense of right and wrong. The theme song to this series will always remind me of my dad and the many life lessons that are evident in the show, that are also a part of my history, that my dad imparted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6j8EiWIVZs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6j8EiWIVZs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/readingrainbow/"&gt;Reading Rainbow&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085075/"&gt;Theme Song&lt;/a&gt;: The television series that this song opens to has been a large part of my life for many years, granted years earlier in my life. The principle of a &lt;a href="http://www.ed.gov/programs/readingfirst/index.html"&gt;love for reading &lt;/a&gt;that is obviously forefront in this series was imparted to me early on. I grew accustomed to watching this show on Saturday mornings and became a part of my weekend routine. I would watch longingly as the host used different methods to try to make reading interesting, and showing how many different things can be learned about in books. This is shown in the opening sequence where so many things are shown that children, who were most definitely the target audience, could not normally do. For instance the illustration of the astronaut shows how children can interact in something that would be impossible for them in any way outside of books and reading. This caught my attention early on and gave me a hunger for reading that I have carried with me through my life. Very early on, before I could read, I would have my parents read to me and after learning to read I could hardly quench my thirst for reading. Literature was a big part of my childhood and early years, largely on the part of the &lt;a href="http://www.canlearn.com/readingr/rr-alt.html"&gt;Reading Rainbow&lt;/a&gt; show. I was a big fan of science fiction, for I loved to be more than what a child in the world was, limited on account of my age. Reading gave me a window into much more than my sheltered life. The series shaped the early part of my life in a good way that I am thankful for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKFDXQ-AHn8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKFDXQ-AHn8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huskers.com/"&gt;Nebraska&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.huskerbay.com/new/tunnel_walk.htm"&gt;Tunnel Walk&lt;/a&gt;: This song has been lodged into the hearts of &lt;a href="http://www.huskers.com/"&gt;Nebraska&lt;/a&gt; boys for years. The song being the signal for the Nebraska football team to come charging onto the field. Growing up in Nebraska, I have been familiar with this, “Theme Song” for a while now, and each and every time I hear it, it sends chills up my spine. Automatically I think of all the times I’ve spent watching the Huskers on Saturdays, and sitting around the television with my family. At the same time I think of the feelings I had when I saw my first Husker game in person. I can feel the Goosebumps long before they come, and all my hair stands on end. And finally when the team comes out of the tunnel, they transfer their enthusiasm to the crowd they respond by screaming at the top of their lungs. Its more than just a song to get you pumped up though, the song has tradition all around it, to the &lt;a href="http://nebraska.rivals.com/default.asp?type=1"&gt;Husker football&lt;/a&gt; team along with families all over the state. I can hardly count the number of times I have heard this song and watched the home state Huskers come out and trounce the opponent. It changes little kids all over the state, changing their love of the game of football into almost an obsession. This song has definitely sparked something inside of me, because ever since all those Saturdays ago, hearing the tunnel walk, and then seeing the Huskers come charging forth, I cannot quench my love for Husker football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b78b5Ba7Q3Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b78b5Ba7Q3Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ninjaturtles.com/"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles-Original/dp/B0007NFMCG"&gt;theme song&lt;/a&gt;: This song, a good couple of years ago, jumpstarted a fad that rampaged throughout the United States. Ninja Turtle fans came jumping out of the woodwork as the show reached its peak of popularity when I was young. The foursome made it cool to be teenagers, and also popularized some slang words such as, gnarly, radical, and cowabunga. The show spoke to young people and indirectly put adolescents in a good light, where as before they were kind of displayed as the bad eggs of the next generation. The four brothers put a new spin on crime fighting that appealed to young kids. Their karate fighting style went along with other televised programs at the time too, like Karate Kid, and others like it. When me and my close cousins would get together, we would play Ninja Turtles and we would always fight over who got to be which character, because everyone wanted to be &lt;a href="http://www.mos.org/leonardo/"&gt;Leonardo&lt;/a&gt;, the fearless leader. &lt;a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/R/raphael.html"&gt;Raphael&lt;/a&gt; was more of a rouge and an independent, and &lt;a href="http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/bio/d/donatell/biograph.html"&gt;Donatello&lt;/a&gt; was the technology whiz. And finally there was &lt;a href="http://www.hlla.com/reference/mb-bio.html"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/a&gt; who just loved to party, so I guess there was a little something for everybody but in our case Leonardo was just the personal family favorite. This aspect of being able to relate to so many was another reason that the program was so popular during this time. I spent many hours watching their crime fighting moves, just to go out in the backyard and try them out on invisible bad guys. I never really got the hang of all the karate, but it was fun while it lasted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-8148403356405817236?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/8148403356405817236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=8148403356405817236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/8148403356405817236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/8148403356405817236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/12/kenny-rogers-greatest-this-song-depicts.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-9187999789231924469</id><published>2007-11-11T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:15:16.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4q4jb-kXebQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4q4jb-kXebQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspIn many types of advertising &lt;a href="http://www.rpi.edu/dept/llc/webclass/web/project1/group4/"&gt;rhetorical arguments&lt;/a&gt; are utilized that appeal to the intended audience using many different techniques. Some advertisements may favor strictly audio appeals, which usually constitute some kind of radio advertisement where there can be no visual interaction, while still others favor &lt;a href="http://kairos.technorhetoric.net/10.2/reviews/carmichael/RDR_p2.htm"&gt;visual appeals&lt;/a&gt;. Both of these can be used effectively but I am going to focus on the visual appeals for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe &lt;a href="http://www.rbk.com/rbklaunch.aspx?country=us"&gt;Reebok&lt;/a&gt; company uses many different rhetorical techniques that are employed in the commercial series that includes the character of, “&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0303402/"&gt;Terry Tate&lt;/a&gt;, Office Linebacker.” &lt;a href="http://www.mightyrasta.com/"&gt;Terry Tate is a real life person&lt;/a&gt; who has had his name affiliated with the Reebok company and who is a &lt;a href="http://www.avid.com/profiles/030424_sweitlik_ds.asp?featureID=622&amp;amp;marketID="&gt;former college football player&lt;/a&gt;. In these series of commercials a false job is created which is that of an, “office linebacker” to help the made up company of Felcher and Sons boost productivity in the workplace. The job is mainly concerned with the position of linebacker in football and taking this idea into an office setting. In football the linebacker is a person who plays defense, or tackles people who have the ball in their possession. In the workplace the, “office linebacker” then roams the office building looking for slackers and employees who do not take their work seriously or to its full extent. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkSnFHQStI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SiaByi-GSGw/s1600-h/terrys_world%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132153712962194130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkSnFHQStI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SiaByi-GSGw/s200/terrys_world%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspIn the course of the commercials that Terry Tate and the Reebok company he works for, there is not much dialogue that mentions the name of the company or the products that are intended to be marketed. In place of these dialogue and audio appeals a large variety of visual and implied appeals are used. Reebok is a company that manufactures many kinds of athletic apparel that can be seen throughout the Terry Tate commercials. Tate can frequently be seen sporting the Reebok brand spandex athletic gear and also wearing a necklace with the Reebok company logo easily visible upon it. In most circumstances these alone would not appeal to many people, but through the context of the advertisement, with Tate being a healthy and strong human being with many desirable attributes. This mainly deals with the ethos method of rhetorical appeal where the character of the speaker or the reader is used to for better effect in the area of argumentation. In this case the character of Terry Tate is being built up with his positive attributes emphasized so the audience will be more likely to listen to any message that he may have. Like I said earlier Terry Tate is a very strong person with a very muscular body. Society today dictates that this kind of body, for a man, is desirable. Society determines that men are more likely to be aesthetically pleasing if they have muscular bodies and are strong. Through these dictations men are appealed to Terry Tate’s message because in the eyes of society he is more likely to be successful and perhaps the audience may think that by listening to Tate and emulating his actions they may also be successful. The effect that is being looked for is that the audience can associate the Reebok brand name with being athletic and performance.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspAnother example of ethos at work in rhetorical appeals is the &lt;a href="http://www.media-awareness.ca/english/issues/stereotyping/men_and_masculinity/index.cfm"&gt;masculinity&lt;/a&gt; that is appealed to in men that is evident through the entire advertisement. Another socially acceptable concept and idea is that of masculinity. Masculinity is basically an unwritten code of how to act and how to think that has become expected to be the norm in mainstream society. One part of this masculinity is the toughness that is expected of men. In the video Tate is injured in a particular segment and his character makes a big deal of, “playing” or doing his job through the pain. This is another chance that is taken to help build his character. But being tough as portrayed in the video Tate plays to social norms which makes him more appealing to the audience as well. The more norms that can be achieved by Tate the more acceptable the character of Terry Tate will be. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkThFHQSuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X7L-OBNKfJM/s1600-h/119394ss_sm2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132154709394606818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkThFHQSuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X7L-OBNKfJM/s200/119394ss_sm2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe fact that the advertisement takes place in an office building in an urban environment is no accident either. The author of this video uses the pathos effect which plays to emotional appeals found in the audience to help them to identify with the message and achieve the purpose of the advertisement. The office setting is one that a large part of most demographics can relate to. This plays to the emotion of belonging and being able to identify with what is taking place and what is being said by others, which are those that belong to the majority of the middle or working class. But the main use of pathos in the video goes into the portrayal of humor. Humor falls into the category of pathos because it plays to the emotion of the audience. Many humorous elements can be found in the advertisement, such as the ludicrous association of the game of football to that of life and work in an office building. The irony of the brutality of football is apparent in the setting of the office, where such acts of physicality is rarely if ever seen. Also humor can be seen in the way that the video goes blatantly against so many obvious morals. Under no circumstances would we ever resort to violence in modern western society to increase productivity, but in the ad the office workers even embrace the source of their physical pain and torment. And finally the boss of Felcher and Sons gives some dialogue where he condones the use of the out of place, “office linebacker” and even states that he wished that he had more of them. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkTmVHQSvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rOsyy20_EGg/s1600-h/terrys_world_hit%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132154799588920050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkTmVHQSvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rOsyy20_EGg/s200/terrys_world_hit%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspAnother method of argumentation used in the commercial is that of narration. In the video the C.E.O. of the fictional company tells how the office linebacker is used to improve and boost productivity. In the commercial the C.E.O., Ron Felcher says, “I’m a firm proponent of paradigm breaking, outside the box thinking…” and then tells how the Felcher and Sons company’s productivity has gone up forty six percent because of the use of Terry Tate, their office linebacker. Through the narration of Ron Felcher the advertisement again hopes to have the audience associate indirectly the Reebok name with productivity and enhance performance.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspAnalogy is another method of argumentation utilized by the advertisement. They analogize football and the position of linebacker to the office atmosphere. Incorporating football in the office setting helps a larger demographic associate with the message of the commercial, namely buying Reebok. This is also effective because it shows that the athletic apparel of Reebok is not only useful in sports but in other not so specific situations.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThe cause and effect method of argumentation is used to great effect in the advertisement as well. In the commercial the portrayal of the use of the Reebok brand would be the cause, while the effect would be the increased performance and better productivity. In the advertisement it is all about glamorizing the product and making the brand more appealing with the unstated message that if you use this brand you will be better. Also the cause and effect method can be applied to the situation where Tate is displayed as a generally aesthetically pleasing character and the advertisement then uses this method to send the message that if you use this product you will also be socially accepted. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkShlHQSsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bK6gfBdBPeM/s1600-h/pG01-3483301nm%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132153618472913602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkShlHQSsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bK6gfBdBPeM/s200/pG01-3483301nm%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspOne other argumentation evident in the advertisement is the use of process, which shows how the product can be used. In the context of the commercial this can be seen by the use of Reebok’s athletic apparel by Terry Tate. His action in and throughout the office area gives an example of how the product can be used, although in an unorthodox manner. Tate shows how the product of Reebok’s would be used in the game of football, as opposed to the venue shown in the commercial. This is one of the author’s clever ploys to grab the attention of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbspThroughout the Terry Tate Reebok commercial many types of rhetorical techniques are employed. They are used for many different purposes. Specifically in this commercial many visual techniques are used, rather than audio. There is audio in the advertisement but the author doesn’t use the dialogue as in depth as the visual cues evident in the rest of the video. These techniques are used as methods of argumentation, which ultimately are used to try to persuade the audience to purchase the product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-9187999789231924469?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/9187999789231924469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=9187999789231924469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/9187999789231924469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/9187999789231924469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-many-types-of-advertising-rhetorical.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RzkSnFHQStI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SiaByi-GSGw/s72-c/terrys_world%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-3817497329857087956</id><published>2007-11-11T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:36:18.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7ISaLU4lJ8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7ISaLU4lJ8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many different things that I don’t like about this music video. One of the things that jumps out at me the most, is how sexist and crude it is. You can tell this through the &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/webbie/givemethat.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; and through the way they portray women in the video. This is an edited version of the song which cleans it up a bit but you still get a large amount of lyrics that deal with sex and a negative view of women that comes out in the song. The actual words to the song, if used anywhere else in society, could legitimately be used in a sexual harassment case. Basically through the lyrics the, “&lt;a href="http://www.starpulse.com/Music/Webbie/Biography/"&gt;Webbie&lt;/a&gt;” is demanding sex. Over and over in the song multiple phrases can be found that contain negative connotations, double entendras, and sexual innuendos. In the video there are many women walking around in very revealing outfits. I’m not going to lie, I do enjoy looking at good looking women and some eye candy every once in awhile, but in the video there is no real purpose to it. It just comes off as bad taste to me. The girls are there just to be there, to associate rap music with good looking women. To me, far too much of rap and hip hop music is devoted to sex and drugs. The way this is glamorized is a bad idea when younger generations choose these people as role models. I do like to listen to rap occasionally but when there is thought and some kind of lyrical purpose behind the words, not just elementary rhyming. Also at the beginning of the video when Webbie is outside of a southern gas station rapping, this comes of as ironic to me. I find it hard to believe that a major rap artist as himself would ever leave the comforts of his mansion and limos and chaffeurs to go perform at some gas station. Most rap videos these days show the artist in some kind of humble beginnings wearing his now fancy name brand clothing, only pushing the rags to riches stereotype. Rap videos in my opinion are far too predictable and lude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-3817497329857087956?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/3817497329857087956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=3817497329857087956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/3817497329857087956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/3817497329857087956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-are-many-different-things-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-3657321201731631808</id><published>2007-10-21T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:55:33.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RxwDCLX-4XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yksNo-9z2as/s1600-h/4048_image1_sl04_pk_conduct1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123973811988783474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RxwDCLX-4XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yksNo-9z2as/s200/4048_image1_sl04_pk_conduct1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.refintl.org/files/4048_image1_sl04_pk_conduct1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.refintl.org/content/article/detail/4146/&amp;amp;h=251&amp;amp;w=250&amp;amp;sz=15&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=9&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=r8ERlM-oZ_YXCM:&amp;amp;tbnh=111&amp;amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsexual%2Bmisconduct%2Bvictims%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has happened to society? The news is filled with all kinds of articles concerning violence and negligence. Too often we see people in power, authority figures, in the media for doing something wrong. Sometimes we justify it because it takes place in the grown up world or in places that are far away from here, but not anymore. In this great state of ours, in just the past five years, 42 different teachers have been penalized in some way for &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/10/20/national/main3388380.shtml?source=mostpop_story"&gt;sexual misconduct&lt;/a&gt; on the part of the teacher. In the &lt;a href="http://www.journalstar.com/articles/2007/10/21/news/nebraska/doc471a5e0dcfcec939606089.txt"&gt;Lincoln Journal Star&lt;/a&gt; there is an article filled with different statistics on sexual misconduct incidents in Nebraska, a place where students are praised for their accolades where the average teacher salary is near the lowest in the United States. What does this mean? Does this mean that because the teachers are paid lower than their colleagues from other states, that we justify their illegal and morally wrong behavior? Of course it doesn’t mean this but why does type of thing always seem to be present with ever growing frequency? Should we blame the teachers? Should we blame society and their upbringing? Who or what do we point the finger at in this situation? This is also not an isolated issue; this is taking place around the country. In the same time period where this has taken place in Nebraska, combined in the United States there have been 2,570 different cases of sexual misconduct. That is 2,570 individuals whose lives have been forcefully altered beyond repair. Once again I raise the question of who is to be blamed for this societal trend of collectively moving away from traditional values and morals. It seems that every generation takes it upon themselves to push and stress social norms to their limits. Each and every day there seems to be something that makes you cringe more than you thought would be possible. Each time you think you’ve seen the worst and you’re always surprised to find you’re wrong. What do we need to do to bring society to its senses? What do we do to snap people out of this horrific daydream? That is the answer to the question that we have to find to save humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-3657321201731631808?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/3657321201731631808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=3657321201731631808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/3657321201731631808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/3657321201731631808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-has-happened-to-society-news-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RxwDCLX-4XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yksNo-9z2as/s72-c/4048_image1_sl04_pk_conduct1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-4905575307106773001</id><published>2007-10-15T03:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:14:36.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RxMhZmwIwQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHE4Xed6cw4/s1600-h/cliks.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RxMhZmwIwQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHE4Xed6cw4/s200/cliks.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121473925033279746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in an article in the &lt;a href="http://www.omaha.com/"&gt;Omaha World Herald&lt;/a&gt;, they talked about a proposed change in &lt;a href="http://www.childwelfare.com/Nebraska%20child%20welfare.htm"&gt;child welfare&lt;/a&gt; laws.  The laws that would be changed would deal with how much information would be given out concerning certain case files.  As of now some case files are restricted to what they can release because of ongoing investigations in unclosed cases.  According to Kathy Moore, executive director for &lt;a href="http://www.voicesforchildren.com/"&gt;Voices for Children in Nebraska&lt;/a&gt;, this would hold the child welfare department accountable for their actions by allowing more public scrutiny and letting the general public examine the actions of the department on their own.  All this coming from a recent incident with a one-year-old Omaha child, Davion Winrow.  Winrow, who had been in the custody of the state since birth, died in September of head injuries.  The child had been in the presence of a Joleet Poole, who was interested in adopting Winrow.  The injuries to Davion allegedly happened during one unsupervised visits Poole had with the boy.  The proposed change in the law would allow more information to be revealed concerning Poole’s past run-ins with the law and the actions that were taken by the child welfare department.  We need more laws like these in place.  We need accountability on many different levels in society.  Too often these days people aren’t held accountable for their actions and blame gets placed on those who don’t deserve it and society takes the brunt of the fallout.  With more laws like this proposed one in place the public can become more involved in the legal system by paying attention to current events in the child welfare department and show support or concern by writing to state officials or voting for those who they feel will do the right things in the appropriate areas in the specific departments.  Being held accountable for their actions would also help improve efficiency and care in the welfare system as well because was is done will be visible to the public and nothing can be hidden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-4905575307106773001?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/4905575307106773001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=4905575307106773001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/4905575307106773001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/4905575307106773001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/10/recently-in-article-in-omaha-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbv8HxygYQk/RxMhZmwIwQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cHE4Xed6cw4/s72-c/cliks.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-1701198806903511134</id><published>2007-10-10T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:59:39.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.earthlink.net/%7Ebantam/Barnhill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/%7Ebantam/Barnhill.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are often called mans best friend.  What is it about dogs that have earned them this title?  Why dogs above other pets?  What attributes do they display that helped them achieve this status.  &lt;a href="http://www.etenerife.com/dogs/the_right_dog.htm"&gt;Dogs come in many different shapes and sizes&lt;/a&gt;.  This allows the owner to choose the &lt;a href="http://www.thebreedsofdogs.com/"&gt;breed&lt;/a&gt; that most appeals to them and fits their personalities.  There are dogs that are small and cute and then there are those that are big and intimidating.  Depending on what characteristics you prefer there is a dog for everyone.  Also dogs are extremely faithful.  They don’t hold grudges and don’t discriminate.  Dogs aren’t critical of a person’s shortcomings in any aspect of life.  If your day is going badly or if everything is going your way your dog will always show affection.  They always welcome you home.  They can give your life purpose and give an outlet for the owner to show their own feelings.  It may sound kind of crazy but if you need to vent some opinions or thoughts a dog may be the perfect companion.  It would only be a one sided conversation but that may be what you need.  They can also provide needed humor or entertainment.  They are always happy to go for a jog or a romp in the back yard.  They can play for hours on end and never get tired of being in your company.  Dogs can even provide you with their services.  They are invaluable when it comes to deterring intruders and in the case of seeing-eye dogs, make it possible for people with disabilities to function in society.  There are many things that make dogs known as mans best friend.  Whether it be their unfaltering loyalty or their unwavering companionship, dogs will continue to be a fixture in the household of people all over the world for as long as people will need the friendship that these creatures have to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-1701198806903511134?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/1701198806903511134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=1701198806903511134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/1701198806903511134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/1701198806903511134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/10/they-are-often-called-mans-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-2182095122265853971</id><published>2007-10-07T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:01:12.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIEKM7IrGZg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIEKM7IrGZg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;College football, to me, is one of the more important aspects of my life throughout childhood, adolescence, and into adulthood. Recently I had the chance to meet an individual who before meeting me had very little knowledge and little respect for the game of football. I was determined to indulge her with the intricacies of the sport that I love. Also the chance came about that she and I could attend a game of the team that I had grown up following, the &lt;a href="http://www.huskers.com/SportSelect.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=100&amp;amp;KEY=&amp;amp;SPID=22&amp;amp;SPSID=1"&gt;Nebraska Cornhuskers&lt;/a&gt;. Here was a chance to share my love of the game of college football.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of the first couple weeks of school educating her on the basic concepts and rules of football and before I knew it the fateful day came and we left to tailgate before we entered the stadium. I assured her this was a must before a game as it was tradition to &lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/huskerbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/huskerbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;experience this, that all true football fans participated in this wonderful pre-game ritual. I asked her before the game if she was experiencing any anticipation or growing excitement. She said that she was getting excited and further explained that it wasn’t an every day excitement but one that was a legitimate enthusiastic excitement that was built upon by the atmosphere of the numerous fans and gatherings of people to celebrate the special occasion of the game. There was no shortage of colorful fans and flamboyant costumes. People with red and white face and or body paint frequently passed us by. The scent of many barbecues cooking at the same time reached us, each with their own secret recipe that plays its own part in the tradition of the game day. Anything from &lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/NUstudents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/NUstudents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chicken to pheasant or duck could be seen simmering on the plentiful barbecues. The different sights and smells mingled together to create the total experience that is the essential Nebraska Cornhusker football game.&lt;br /&gt;As the time for the kickoff approached we made our way down to the stadium, following the growing throng of people. The excitement and the buzz of the crowd was almost tangible. You could hear the roar of the crowd from outside the stadium blocks away. The feeling was contagious. As you scanned the crowd you could see hundreds of eager faces waiting to see the football game. There was no sense of calm or organization in the crowd, just a mob of people all assaulting the gate trying to get inside. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After pushing your way past the people and getting into the actual stadium you climb the causeway to get to your seats. Walking through the doorway you enter the stadium itself and you see the cause of the roar that could be heard from far away. &lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nebraska crowd is frequently called the, “&lt;a href="http://bigrednetwork.com/archives/2006/11/photos_from_colorado_nebraska.html"&gt;Sea of Red&lt;/a&gt;” which was immediately evident as you first view the filling stadium. A giant bowl of red writhing and moving, all congregated for the same purpose. It was and is a truly impressive sight. As we made our way to the seats we encountered boisterous fans that had been there almost hours before the game to watch the players warm up. It was a seasonably warm day with the sun over head creating the, “perfect” weather for a football game. Not too much wind and sunny, but not too sunny. After we had gotten to our seats the fans had reached a feverous state. The teams had both retreated to the locker rooms for the last preparations before the game. As the visiting team came back on the field you could hear a chorus of negative yells, consisting of some choice words and cursing, which was entirely opposite from when the home team, the Nebraska Cornhuskers, came out to the traditional tunnel walk. The tunnel walk is also a tradition at Nebraska, which consists of the team emerging from the locker room via a tunnel to a traditional song chosen to get the team pumped up and the fans loud and cheering. Once again the crowd stood on its feet to cheer for the athletes that made up their team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/gz81xlik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/gz81xlik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally the game began and the athletes began to showcase their talents in the game that pitted the two teams against each other. As the game went on the vendors came up and down the aisles to sell their variety of delicacies. They sold everything from &lt;a href="http://runza.com/"&gt;Runza &lt;/a&gt;sandwiches to &lt;a href="http://www.valentinos.com/"&gt;Valentino’s pizza&lt;/a&gt;, both of which are kind of unique to Nebraska’s Memorial Stadium. The different smells of each reached you only to tempt you into purchasing the vendors’ goods. I asked my friend what she thought of the fans that surrounded us. She was amazed of the enthusiasm evident by the continued yelling and cheering. She also remarked on the crowd’s ability to go from yelling to booing in the matter of seconds. She was also astounded by the vast knowledge of the fans as they conversed with each other about many different aspects of the games and commented on the different actions of the players that took a trained eye to see. They could spot a player doing something wrong from over a hundred yards away, or see a player lined up where he shouldn’t have been. Also they displayed their knowledge by discussing the different formations the teams ran or the different personnel used during the course of the game. Even with her limited knowledge of the game she managed to grasp when something good happened and joined in with the rest of the crowd to stand and cheer. Perhaps she just stood and cheered or booed when the rest of the fans did.&lt;br /&gt;My friend then commented on the athletic ability and the physical stature of the players. She found it astonishing how fast these people could run and how high they could jump. She had never seen so many athletes with this level of agility and physical prowess at the same time. I explained how they practiced and trained extensively so they could compete at the level that they do. Then I explained how the different football programs &lt;a href="http://www.varsityedge.com/nei/varsity.nsf/main/ncaa+rules"&gt;recruit&lt;/a&gt; players for their various talents, which depending on their skill dictates what they do throughout the course of the game. She then commented on how she thought this was similar to the ownership and business of people. How the athletes were being used by the Universities to further themselves. Then I told her how the athletes were still students that received scholarships to reimburse them for the time that they put in to this pass time, that is college football.&lt;br /&gt;As the game drew to a close and some people began to leave the stadium, it seemed as if the bowl that was the, “Sea of Red” was being drained of its contents. I asked my friend if she had ever experienced anything like this before. She said she had been to a high school football game where there were only a couple of thousand people rather than over eighty thousand people.&lt;br /&gt;As we left the stadium we encountered some of those that were for the opposing team. The exhaustion could be felt among the fans that come from cheering and yelling for multiple hours. After this, she commented on how the hostility between the fans between the two teams extended only as far as the stadium walls. That we were all people and that it was good that we didn’t let a game come between us.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in Nebraska I have been privileged with the ability to follow Nebraska football. I grew up in the hay days of &lt;a href="http://www.collegefootball.org/famersearch.php?id=80020"&gt;Tom Osborne &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/ncf/columns/davie/1447132.html"&gt;option attack&lt;/a&gt;. I followed through the national championships of the 1990’s and multiple undefeated seasons. I followed as a dedicated husker fan. I remember my first husker game and how it was the culmination of my fanaticism of the football program of my dreams. I remember the sights and smells of that day; I can still hear the roar and chants of the crowd as they cheered on their team. I remember this as I existed in my own little part of the world, and to me, nobody else could possibly not know about Nebraska football. In my naïve little mind I assumed that everyone had to at least heard about this huge part of my life. As I’ve grown older I have become less and less ignorant of the many different lifestyles led by people around the world and have been able to cope with the fact that people don’t have to have the same interests that I do. I just feel that college football, in particular the Nebraska Cornhuskers, should be an experience that everyone should have the chance to take part in.&lt;br /&gt;As the day came to a close I felt that I had perhaps changed the view of one person and gave them a gift that they could take with them and keep with them their whole life. Hopefully they can keep this memory and experience, and maybe share it with others so they can see the wonderful game that can bring so many people together for the same purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-2182095122265853971?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/2182095122265853971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=2182095122265853971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/2182095122265853971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/2182095122265853971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/10/college-football-to-me-is-one-of-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-4813977612914438597</id><published>2007-09-23T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:05:12.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHmpY9epuaA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHmpY9epuaA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilderness Park one of the few and declining number of areas in the United States and the World that one can go and find himself entirely in peace with nature.  The sereness of the landscape allows the mind to wander without any hindrances of the hustle and bustle of the technological world.  The clip depicts a bike ride through the park, down a winding path through untamed woodlands.  Different shades of green and natural colors and textures jump out at you, but in an entirely easy manner.  Here colors are not used to grab attention and distract, but to serve the purpose of the wildlife.  In the distance a sunset is visible, showing the winding down of the day.  It exudes a calming feeling, after a long day when everything is winding down and the night is just barely conceivable.  The shadows enhance the feeling of serenity and the music completes the setting.  A better choice of music could not be found, the vibe of the music melds softly with that of the mood of the video.  As the riders pedal you can almost feel the cool evening breeze brushing against your face and with it comes the smells of the forest.  The lush foliage and musty wood have their own potent, but not pungent, odors that do not cause disgust.  The strain of the bikers can is almost tangible as well, as they push themselves and pedal through the landscape.  Each corner is unique and each tree has its own personality.  One can see the hierarchy of the woods, as the trees tower over all and each single organism relies on each other in their mutual habitat.  It is almost as if the forest and all its inhabitants are one being that these bikers are traveling through.  Their spirits are transiently passing each other not becoming entangled but not ignoring each other's presence.  Its like a mutual agreement has been passed between them that neither shall acknowledge the other for fear of becoming absorbed into the stranger that is being passed by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-4813977612914438597?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/4813977612914438597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=4813977612914438597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/4813977612914438597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/4813977612914438597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/09/wilderness-park-one-of-few-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-253994194999080597</id><published>2007-09-19T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:42:38.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/fbteambg07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/fbteambg07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Football is a pass-time for Americans everywhere. But here in Nebraska this is especially true because of the lack of mainstream entertainment. There are no pro sports teams and very few semi pro teams. There are no Broadway shows or Hollywood parties. For the most part to keep yourself busy you either have to live in Lincoln or Omaha because elsewhere there is a total lack of things to do. So what most Nebraskans do growing up is involve themselves in something, and one of the most prominent things in Nebraska is football. From kids to teens to adults Nebraskans learn to love the game. They love the strategy, the rivalries, and the history. In a way football embodies a lot of the characteristics that Nebraskans like to think they exhibit, such as hard work, toughness, and perseverance. Nebraskans then carry this love of the game with them as they grow older. And as they grow older they will inevitably leave high school and in most cases move on to college life, bringing with them the love of football. This is apparent here at &lt;a href="http://www.nebrwesleyan.edu/athletics/football/index.php"&gt;Nebraska Wesleyan&lt;/a&gt; as you can see through the tradition of winning football teams and the support of the always-supportive Wesleyan fans. At the game this Saturday the stadium was packed and the team was playing their biggest rival, Doane. In &lt;a href="http://www.1122productions.com/rivalries/"&gt;rivalry games&lt;/a&gt; there is so much at stake, like bragging rights and pride. Neither team wants to be the team that lost to their rival. Players perform to their potential and the adrenaline flows more than normal. As I watched from the crow I could see a visible difference from previous games. Every single member on the team wanted the win and was willing to do anything to get it. The crowd was more tense and intertwined with the game than normal also. After the game, when Wesleyan had dominated Doane students and players alike joined in celebration for the love of the game and a big win over their longtime rival. Nowhere else in the world can you see the affliction for a sport quite like you can here in Nebraska.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-253994194999080597?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/253994194999080597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=253994194999080597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/253994194999080597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/253994194999080597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/09/football-is-pass-time-for-americans.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-7097442679564567210</id><published>2007-09-16T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:59:00.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/MemorialStadium2929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/brenthuber45/MemorialStadium2929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house that Nebraska football built: &lt;a href="http://www.huskers.com/ViewArticle.dbml?ATCLID=734"&gt;Memorial Stadium&lt;/a&gt;. The Sea of Red, Tom Osborne Field, and Cook Pavilion: all of these are associated with one of college footballs premier venues, Memorial Stadium. A very impressive, imposing building in person, it towers over you as you look up to its upper levels of the skyboxes. During the week it looks unused because the stands are empty, not even a shadow of what they become on the weekend. During the weekend it is transformed into a city. During a game, when all of its capacity eighty some thousand seats are all filled, Memorial Stadium could be considered the third largest city in Nebraska behind Omaha and Lincoln. All of the rowdy Nebraska fans, called the best in all of college football, have &lt;a href="http://www.unl.edu/ucomm/chancllr/policymemoranda/2005_04_stadiumuse.pdf"&gt;good clean fun&lt;/a&gt;. The deafening roar drowns out all other sounds as they cheer in unison for their team. The smell of hotdogs and Valentino's pizza as vendors make their way down the crowded aisles. The taste of the traditional foods that you can only get at a real game is just one piece of the surrounding sensations. You may try and copy the food but without the complimentary sensations nothing is quite the same. The full experience is a combination of all of the senses mingling together, each doing their own part to give the stereotypical college football game experience. And only at Nebraska's Memorial Stadium can all of these things together at the same time. Other schools have their own memorial stadiums that they try to copy the real thing but nothing beats the original. When you can call yourself lucky and be able to attend one of the games and contribute to the experience that is the tunnel walk you will truly be changed. You will take this moment with you and everything else will have to be compared to this memory. And very few things, if any, will be able to be considered better or more memorable than this one part of history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-7097442679564567210?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/7097442679564567210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=7097442679564567210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/7097442679564567210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/7097442679564567210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/09/memorial-stadium.html' title='Memorial Stadium'/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-5093091944634894722</id><published>2007-09-12T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:30:46.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After reading a startling article in the paper I thought to myself what could cause such brutality to happen? But first &lt;a href="http://www.journalstar.com/articles/2007/09/12/news/nebraska/doc46e7f7e74cf18106278115.txt"&gt;the story&lt;/a&gt;: This Saturday a young man from Plattsmouth decided to call his ex-girlfriend in Weeping Water, NE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody knows for sure what was said except those involved, but the teen called multiple times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On one of these phone calls one of the girlfriends male friends answered the phone and no doubt words were exchanged; among which were those of a challenge to a fight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both of the people involved called many of their friends and gathered for the fight, which was to take place at the Plattsmouth teen's house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When both groups arrived a fight broke out between the groups and eventually moved inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those inside woke up the Plattsmouth teen's father who went outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While outside words were exchanged and the father gets hit twice with baseball bats and subsequently is in a coma at the &lt;a href="http://http://www.creightonhospital.com/CWSContent/creightonhospital"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Creighton&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt; University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Medical&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Omaha&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do things like this happen today?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One could argue technology, without cell phones and text messaging communication between the two groups would likely not have happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fights over girls are commonplace in history but today with the access to phones and cars situations can escalate quickly. One could also argue society, where teens are pressured to conflict because if he refuses to fight, he is labeled a, "wuss" or being, "weak."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could even argue that its nature and that its the hormones and testosterone in males that make them aggressive and that its no fault of the teenagers involved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe its evolution, maybe this is the next stage of human development.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking back in recent history violent crimes along with gang related crimes have continued to rise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could this be the direction of humanity's social evolution?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the past it had been survival of the fittest and perhaps in today's time it will be survival of the biggest gang instead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in my opinion, I think a group of kids without self-control let things escalate before using common sense and stopping things before it was too late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And because of the kids' foolishness a man is in critical condition in the hospital due to the ignorance of a couple of kids who couldn't swallow their pride and decline to fight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If things like this continue to increase in frequency in the future, what a sad future that will be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-5093091944634894722?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/5093091944634894722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=5093091944634894722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/5093091944634894722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/5093091944634894722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-reading-startling-article-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-6810937446200601356</id><published>2007-09-09T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:15:11.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.woodstelephonepioneers.org/museum/"&gt;telephone museum&lt;/a&gt; was a walk through the past literally and figuratively. When walking down the halls you can feel the history of the place. You see the progress of technology as the telephones began as primitive objects that progressively become more complex pieces of machinery. The exhibits depict the lives of families and how their daily life involved the telephone. In many ways telephones have gotten simpler and more complicated at the same time. They have gone from bulky things that require some skill to use; as you have to wear the device to use it, to easier manipulated &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotary_dial"&gt;rotary units&lt;/a&gt;. And to still simpler devices that are portable, wireless phones. Finally to the cellular telephones that we know today. These are easier to use, but also take more skill to work. Easier to use in that they are completely wireless phones that don't have a base unit plugged in to the wall, but more difficult in that they require programming and thorough knowledge of the phone to utilize the many unique functions of the modern cell phone (&lt;a href="http://www.totse.com/en/phreak/cellular_phones/30prog.html"&gt;cell phone programming&lt;/a&gt;). In the museum you also can follow the technological progress of the maintenance of the modern telephone. From the primitive pole climbing boot hooks to the more modern lift trucks that you see in use today. At the museum you can also find a complete history of telephone wires and cables. The museum also had information on how all the wires were installed (&lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/bparker/index1.html"&gt;wire installation&lt;/a&gt;). Along with all the other contents wiring has its own unique history told frame by frame by the different exhibits. The exhibits in general were very informative to the use and history of each unique object. It was also very impressive to learn that almost all of the exhibits and their contents were donated to the museum by different people who cared enough to preserve a small piece of history. That is what the essence of the museum was, a small part of a collective history, that by the efforts of those who contributed to the museum, can benefit anyone who cares to venture to see the historical contents of the telephone museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-6810937446200601356?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/6810937446200601356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=6810937446200601356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/6810937446200601356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/6810937446200601356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/09/telephone-museum-was-walk-through-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-8654838566431075418</id><published>2007-09-03T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:49:06.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay quote: 300 words</title><content type='html'>The Ideal Essay: In reading an esay, I want to feel that I'm communing with a real person, and a person who cares about what he or she's writing about. The words sound sentimental and trite, but the qualities are rare. For me, the ideal essay is not an assignment, to be dispatched efficiently and intelligently, but an exploration, a questioning, an intrspection. I want to see a piece of the essayist. I want to see a mind at work, imagining spinning, struggling to understand. If the essayist has all the answers, then he isn't stuggling to grasp, and I won't either. When you care about something, you continually grapple with it, because it is alive in you. It thrashes and moves, like all living things....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Lightman"&gt;Alan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/humanistic/www/lightman.htm"&gt;Lightman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through all the quotes about essays I chose to write on this one because I feel the same way the author does. To me the ideal essay needs to be a passionate one, not something that the writer doesn't care about. And in no way am I accusing any writer of being a nonchalant author either. I just feel that the best works are the ones that you can almost see and feel the emotion that the writer puts into the text. I like how Alan Lightman says, "...when you care about something you continually grapple with it..." I can identify with what, in my mind, he's trying to say. In my opinion, readers, in general, enjoy reading more when there is a tangible emotion that they can identify with rather than something they may consider a, "dry" subject. And when the reader can sense the author's passion for the subject, some of the same passion can rub off on the reader. Also when Lightman says that you continually grapple with what you care about, I find that happens to me, regardless of the topic of what you care about. When you find something that you truly care about you can't just pass it by and leave it behind, you want to explore it and examine it from all angles and understand the subject fully. And if the author can fully know his passion, maybe his writing can impart some of his thirst to the reader. Lighman also says, "...I want to feel that I'm communing with a real person..." This is also a byproduct of the passion for writing. The reader can in a sense, get to know the author and explore his feelings and views. Making the author a real person with real emotion rather than some impersonal ghost. The bottom line is that to really know the writing and understand it you should see the origins of where the author is coming from and see his motives and emotion through his writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-8654838566431075418?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/8654838566431075418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=8654838566431075418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/8654838566431075418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/8654838566431075418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/09/essay-quote-300-words.html' title='Essay quote: 300 words'/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581371113621510060.post-4999779692853226304</id><published>2007-08-30T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:38:15.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 1: Test Post</title><content type='html'>First Post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581371113621510060-4999779692853226304?l=brenthuber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/feeds/4999779692853226304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581371113621510060&amp;postID=4999779692853226304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/4999779692853226304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581371113621510060/posts/default/4999779692853226304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brenthuber.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-1-test-post.html' title='Post 1: Test Post'/><author><name>Brent Huber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04321240923550758096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
