social media survey

In case you didn't know, this is a social media. I'm giving a talk at my youth group in a month on the social media, and I'd like to have statistics of my own - not some survey done by people I don't know. Please, I'd appreciate it if you answered the following questions in the comments. Thank you very much!

Also, feel free to give the link to others. The more data I can collect, the better! I thank you again for taking the time to take this survey.

Yes or no:
Do you have any of the following accounts:
1. Facebook?
2. Twitter?
3. MySpace?
4. Ning?
5. LinkedIn?
6. Google?
7. YouTube?
8. Other?

9. Do you text?

10. When using virtual media to communicate (not face-to-face or phone), do you treat people with the same amount of respect as when you are face-to-face?

11. Do you swear more easily typing versus actually saying it?

12. Are you more likely to be unkind to someone when typing?

13. Do you think others are as courteous when online or texting as when they are face-to-face?

Rate 1-10:
14. How would you rate your usage of time with phone or internet combined?
1=never, 10=all day, without ever sleeping or stopping to do anything
15. Do you think it's too much or too little?
1=it's far too much, I need to cut down, 10=Way too little, I need to spend more time with it!


-enna

a blank page

This is a poem that I started in Mythology yesterday. (I get to take Greek mythology for my literature class - how cool is that? I LOVE mythology!) For the background, I'd just turned the page that was full of notes, pencil smudges, and doodles as I attempted to not only write my teacher's points, but also DRAW the story (yes, I'm an overachiever). So the new page seemed VERY white. So while I wrote my notes, I started this poem. Enjoy. :)

A blank page presents
Opportunity
A chance to choose
A new way of life
A new story
A new poem
Blankness is not feared
But it is wanted
It is desired
It is lovely
To the eyes of me
And other writers

For in that blank page
Where some see a void

We see the chance
To breathe light into dusk

no compromise

Tomorrow is January 22. I'm sure you noticed this if you've looked at a calendar. But what, precisely, makes tomorrow memorable?

Some would say that on this day in 1973, a great victory was won in the women's rights battle. A great step forward, they would say. They obtained the right to their own body.

But was January 22, 1973, actually a great step forward? Was this day, the day when the momentous Roe vs. Wade case was settled in the Supreme Court, was this day really such a phenomenal scientific achievement?

On January 22, 1973, the Supreme Court ruled on the case Roe vs. Wade. Up until this point in history, every one of the fifty states had outlawed abortion. Of their own free will, and at popular consent. A woman who wanted an abortion fought in court with her unborn baby's father, trying to get an abortion. They battled all the way to the Supreme Court, where the case was named Roe vs. Wade. In a history-making decision, the Supreme court ruled in Roe's favor and overturned laws in each of the fifty states outlawing abortion.

Every child who has been born since has become a survivor of one of the worst slaughters in history.

I am a survivor of '73. 

"Since 1973, 1/3 of my generation 

has been slaughtered 

by abortion at a rate of 

4,000 babies per day. 

My friends...My classmates...My generation

compromised by the selfishness of others. 

As a survivor, I will not let 

future generations be 

murdered 

in the name of convenience. 

I will NOT be silent. 

I will NOT forget. 

I will NOT compromise."

A common argument for abortion is that it's the woman's body. Unfortunately for those proponents of abortion who like to tout this "fact", it's not actually a scientific fact. The unborn child has its own unique DNA - completely separate from its mother's. The article that the link refers to talks of the unborn child, or fetus, as having a completely unique DNA from its mother - so much so that doctors can screen the DNA for genetic diseases.

While the argument of the child having its own DNA is unfortunately not enough to convince many abortion proponents, it is still significant to note that not only is this a fact, but also that if a man kills a pregnant woman, he is charged not with one murder, but two - hers and her unborn baby's. An abortion doctor from Philadelphia, Dr. Kermit Gosnell, has been charged with eight counts of murder for killing a woman, and seven other babies. He was breaking many other laws as well, but only one woman died. Who are the other murder counts for? Babies.

I will NOT be silent.

I will NOT forget. 

I will NOT compromise. 

-enna

perplexion

The Christmas vacation never fails to make me totally forget typical things. Like posting. I suppose this will slacken some after I graduate and actually have a steady job. Anyway, soon to come will also be movie reviews...not necessarily of new movies, but just of movies in general. I'm taking a film class, and we have to watch movies. Two thumbs up.

Anyway, to prove that I have not completely neglected doing any kind of writing, I'd like to share with you a new something I wrote. It's based on something that I think we all occasionally do. At the very least, I do it about once every couple months or so. I'll walk by a mirror, then stop and go back because a stranger was looking out at me.

I'll stop and study it for a while, observe the differences. Think yet again that my friends are odd for thinking I look anything like the gorgeous Liv Tyler as Arwen in Lord of the Rings. Then move on and do whatever task I had been doing before I was distracted. Anyway, here's the something.

Perplexion

I walk by
See the face
Pause to look
Stop to gape

Unfamiliar
Unbeknownst
Curious
And queer

Whose is it
Who does it fit
I know it not
I know it not

It looks back
Doesn’t talk
It gazes out
In my eyes

Almost familiar
Half forgotten
I know that gaze
Yet I don’t

Recognition
Suddenly comes
It is my face
It is my face

I study it
It is mine
Not as I thought
Or remembered

Strange and tired
Are the eyes
Experience
New wisdom

I turn away
Now knowing
I have changed
I have changed

-enna