By Jeff Walsh
“Bring It On” hits all the notes you’d expect from a new musical inspired by the 2000 Kirsten Dunst cheerleading movie of the same name. There are catty cheerleaders, underdogs for the audience to cheer on, and high-flying aerial wizardry. But the members of its creative team have built their names by delivering theater that goes beyond our expectations, and that didn’t happen this time.
The story is pretty simple. A cheerleader is forced to change schools and goes from being head cheerleader of a winning squad to being anonymous in a more ethnic school that doesn’t even have or want a cheer squad. I never saw the original movie, but my friend who attended with me said it is not the same plot, so it is definitely more “inspired by” than “based on.”
Just wanted to make sure people are aware of new technology out there, so you all could take any precautions necessary to protect your identities on Oasis.
If you haven't tried it out yet, Google has a new image search capability. When you go to the Google home page and click Images, you are given a normal image search bar. But the new bit is that you can drag and drop an image onto the search bar and it will also search for that image elsewhere on the web.
So, if you grabbed a school picture that is available on your school website, your Tumblr page, your Facebook (if it is available to the public), etc., all of these can technically get linked together if the same photograph is on all of these sites.
Definitely not a good thing for people in the closet, or people who just don't want anyone to be able to link their online accounts to one another, etc. And, unlike the profile pages on here, which we can tell Google and other search engines not to scan, this is slightly different, as anyone can grab a photo and see if it appears elsewhere online.
Do with this information what you will. I just wanted to put it out there.
The safest bet seems to be using a unique photo for Oasis that appears nowhere else online, even in a different lighting/background than other pictures you've taken.
Just a heads up.
I'm not suggesting this technology has only nefarious purposes, of course:
Now that it is OK to be openly gay in the US military, there have already been gay marriages and other events our LGBT troops have been having.
This soldier came out to his father over the phone from Germany:
I was real upset when I was writing my last journal, which I why I stopped midway through what I wanted to write. I'm a bit better now, but what I've gone through the last few weeks isn't something that just goes away I suppose?
When I went to see my grandparents the day after mom and I went back to Minnesota the cold hard reality of my grandfather's condition just hit me as had as the cold winter wind.
He had always been a healthy and active guy, and now he was this emaciated person who bore little resemblance to the man who used to take me fishing and play catch for hours on end.
Tell me, what do you think about when
the debutante moon has lost her charm
and there's nothing on TV to keep you up past 11 o'clock?
Do your eyes glaze over, remembering
how I used to hold your head on my knee and rake my
fingers through your yellow hair, baby?
Does your chest burn like a joint in the night with
the absurd memory of my mouth pressed to your
shadowy abdomen under turquoise plastic stars?
David, it was heaven, making you come undone!
You were dirty and beautiful; a clean-cut
little show choir first date gone wrong.
And I know I said you weren't my type
I got my third college acceptance letter last week, so that was nice. I am not going to that school, though, but I'm still glad I got accepted. I know I'm not going to that one because on Saturday morning, I got a fourth letter. This one was from Boston University. Not only did I get into BU, but I also got their Presidential Scholarship along with an absolutely AMAZING financial aid package. I'm so happy!
i remember when you told me
once or twice, that you left a spot next to you in bed every night
1200 miles (well it’s actually 1267, you’d chime in) away
and yet you kept a space there
in case I, sleepily, crept into your arms in the midst of the night
rest with you
now it is i, 1200 miles away
who leaves a spot for you every sleepless night
my bed’s not big enough for your 6’2” body
and definitely not your dick,
i’d say, like always, ever-the-immature-one
and we’d laugh just like before, your childlike giggle
Where are you? Your voice
has escaped from me and
I worry that when I
look inside my heart
and call for you,
you will not
You are missing from me,
and sometimes loving
you is like hearing
they found a dead
child on the news,
only they don't
So I stay afire, after dark, waiting
for your voice on the telephone
and ink marks forming
letters on hospital
I just want to open the doors
to all the haunted houses
inside you and say
The day that I wrote my last journal entry I handed in my science class project, and two poster presentation on the fermentation of grains to make alcohol. It took me two weeks to make and I thought it was a good effort by me.
Wow was I wrong!
On Monday my teacher told me she needed to talk to me, which surprised me a bit because I'm a good student in her class, and I'm never in trouble.
"Riley, you're project is not appropriate for your grade level or age. You'll have a week to turn in another "acceptable" one or you'll be given a zero for the assignment."
I just wrote, costumed, casted, filmed, and edited a movie in 72 hours. And that's over the course of three school nights.
Why, you might ask? I'll tell you why. Because my Mythological Figures composition presentation is going to be the standard by which all Mythological Figures composition presentation Mythological Figures composition presentations are graded. It is going to be the presentation that Mr. fucking Richards is going to talk about for the rest of his life. And it is going to get an indisputable A.