{"content":{"sharePage":{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34055596","dateCreated":"1297427066","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"mekster","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/mekster","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1222961126\/mekster-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34055596"},"dateDigested":1531974018,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Jaime Mekler","description":"You know that feeling of emptiness when you get out of the movie theatre and you ask yourself: \u201cWhat just happened?\u201d It\u2019s as if I have wasted two hours of my existence in return for a clutter of imagines splashing against your eyes with the infinite power of the sun. It\u2019s as if you\u2019re being born and you open your eyes for the first time and grip on to this newly met immensity. You feel confuse, out of placed, completely misguided and led to believe things that are uncertain and possibly even untruthful.
\nAs I watched Inception, my mind was bombarded with new perceptions of life, new ideas; angles that explored even the deepest aspects of my very own character, which I thought were unique of me. During the movie, I became a sponge, trying to absorb even the most diminutive details. I was trying to capture what Christopher Nolan was trying to achieve through this intricate puzzle of the very own human id. This elaborated idea which twisted itself into a jigsaw puzzle and blinded me from the aesthetics of two men fighting an all out brawl in the midst of lack of gravity.
\nThen, however, I was introduced into this new reality. I became aware of what I had been missing out. After my second time watching the movie, I came to appreciate this system of organs that worked together to produce such a marvelous product. Every aspect of the movie was well though-out, from the \u201cKick\u201d to the \u201cdeath leading into awakening\u201d. The movie dealt not only with the world of espionage, but it dealt with something deeper. It gave me a sense of what is reality and what makes us human. The movie dealt with the lost of a loved one and as each scene passed by, with each twist of the screw and turn of the page, something greater came out, something better executed and this complicated system of images and sounds filled with all their glamour and grandeur, there arrived a greater to the movie. I became breathless.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34078496","body":"Thanks Jaime,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297447569","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34050686","dateCreated":"1297401401","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"jsutton26","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/jsutton26","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1222961183\/jsutton26-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34050686"},"dateDigested":1531974018,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Yo Vubster pick up the phone! WAAZAAA!","description":"Save yourself, enjoy life. Why be tied up by a single girl when you can be tasting different flavors of girls every time you go out? That was my philosophy, with this quote I lived. You hear the screaming, you feel guilty when the only thing you did was go out with your friends instead of with her. Even though in this trial you were innocent, you had all the right; she is going to make you feel guilty. The thought of a relationship came to my head followed by a headache and the desire to poison that thought with Clostridium Botulinum, so it would die forever. All you need is your friends, they are the ones who truly understand you and back you up no matter what are the circumstances. Having a girlfriend was bringing an incarnation of Satan in your life.
\nTime passed and proved myself wrong. All though passing through different girls when you find one you just want to be with, you change your perspective about having a girl in your life. Your friends and you family may take a big place in your life, but there still is a place that has to be completed. It is true what they say that you don\u2019t know what you have till it\u2019s gone, but you don\u2019t know what you\u2019re missing till it appears. Someone who can make you smile even in the worst, thinking that you wouldn\u2019t like to be anywhere else in the world than with her and in that place. When you can just look directly at her eyes and knows what she is saying with a simple smile. The horns became into a halo, her color changed to white. Wings grew from her back and a bright background light opened my eyes. El Diablo became an angel. My life had changed.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34078212","body":"Cute Jonathan,
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297447291","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34049334","dateCreated":"1297398368","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"dmarin464","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/dmarin464","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1225941095\/dmarin464-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34049334"},"dateDigested":1531974018,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Descriptive sensatory comparison","description":"They are over hundreds of languages spoken in this world, all of them unique in their vocabulary, and expressive in their own manner. However, there exists an ancient language that is not easy to learn, and yet is heard in the every day life basis, reverberating in the outside world. This sundry language is so diverse in meaning and expression, that it connects people and can be open to all types of interpretation of its meaning. It is as ancient as the caves; as modern of computers. Without it, life would be an empty shell of grey, boring dullness. This complex syntax, music, is a whole different level of universal communication. During early experience of music, the only sensory involved was hearing. Music was just something that would set my mood. If I felt happy, I\u2019d listen to happy music, and let the cheerful beats and rhythms of the fast tempo and the forte sounds of the songs to get the feeling of thriller. If I was sad or upset, a soft largo, slow tempo melodies would soothe my feelings and help relax my body. It was a language of mystery, but the feelings it evoked deep within me were visceral. The slow pulses of the phrases would calm my nerves, and the relaxing melody would help clear my head. Music back then was to fill in my mood, however, now that I\u2019ve begun to study music, the understanding of its language is extraordinarily different now than before.
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\nAfter studying music for some years, music has become an everyday tool for understanding. Understanding music now is similar to surgeons comprehending the human anatomy, understanding the complexity and importance of details and depth. The music contains diverse elements of communication and expression, using more than one sensory to grasps its meaning. Before I studied music, all I would hear from the songs was the melody alone. However, now I can hear every detail of a song. The different elements come together as one: different changes in tempos with crescendos and diminuendos in between them, just like light-rain increases to a harsh pour. Accents in music reveal the loud thunder roaring in the skies. A slow song, like a soft drizzle, has a steady beat synchronizing the frequency of droplets of water, and the feeling, the feeling of emotion filling one\u2019s heart. Like the spectrum of light in a ray of sunshine penetrating the clouds is the connotation of a music piercing through your body, and touching you heart. Just as molecules composed of neutrons, protons, and electrons form together to make an atom, an ensemble consisting of different musical instruments are just as important to formulate music just as atoms make up matter. Just like time, music moves. It can move steady with strict, marked time, or a rubato characteristic that distorts time for expressiveness. Instruments converse with each other, telling stories or expressing one\u2019s feelings. It is a melodic dialogue that is universal to all ears. When playing music, the sensory of touch has harmonized with my sense of hearing the music, placing time with beats of the drums. With percussion, I am able to not only feel but to make the pulses that keep the music moving on. The syncopated beats mark the time and keep the ensemble together and united. Only recently have I come to realize the drums can also make melody with the different pitches and rhythm it can make. With both hearing and feeling, auditory sensatory are also used in music. Singing is a very popular practice that united both languages and uses the music to reinforce what the person is trying to say. Music, involving different senses and feelings, has changed my life and has matured my understanding for expression and comprehension in life.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34078028","body":"Thanks Daniel,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297447105","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34044138","dateCreated":"1297392940","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"AmandaTrejos","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/AmandaTrejos","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34044138"},"dateDigested":1531974018,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"amanda","description":"
\nCrunchy, salty and extremely delicious, the chips dissolved in my mouth and I kept wanting for more. It\u2019s that delightful smell of cheese, chocolate or sugar that reaches your nostrils comes down to your throat and makes your mouth-water. As a child, never did I ever pay attention to what I was eating; I just swallowed whatever tasted good not bothering to know how it affected me. Its every kids dream to be able to eat chocolate day and night. I wasn\u2019t allowed to do such thing, but maybe that was what kept me craving for more and more. Before, I believed that nothing I would eat would harm my body, so that is why I preferred to eat junk food rather than my veggies. \u201cVeggies don\u2019t taste good. I want something else,\u201d I complained. As much as I would beg, my mother would never let me do as I pleased, and I just didn\u2019t understand why.
\nTime goes by and more knowledge is gained. I finally understood why my mother never let me get my way and let me grow up as an unhealthy girl. I now recognize the difference between healthy and unhealthy, good and bad. Now, its not the crispy, chewy and fried food that appeals to me, instead I have learned to perceive vegetables and fruits as the best thing I can do to my body. Now, instead of shutting my eyes closed, clutching my nose and forcing myself to swallow the broccoli, I can enjoy the sensitive texture of lettuce, the juicy watermelon dissolving in my mouth and the odd taste of radishes. Its not that I am pleased and delighted about eating vegetables all the time, but I know that I am doing something good for myself. Most people don\u2019t get the chance to realize this even when they grow up, they still don\u2019t see he difference between what is tasty and fried and what is healthy and natural.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34077768","body":"Thanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297446932","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34034996","dateCreated":"1297385432","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"nikki-wiki","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/nikki-wiki","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34034996"},"dateDigested":1531974018,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Nikki Mora's Response ","description":"The ocean, a huge, dangerous hole of water. Surfers see it as their getaway, I saw it as my predator. As calm as it may seem, in a matter of seconds it can pull you down and drown you or become attacked by one of its' protectors. Waves will twirl you around like huge tornadoes of water. Someone could be lost with the blink of an eye. As I jumped in I could imagine myself being pulled under water for no reason and never coming back up. I felt as if the ocean would send a huge shark up to the top to attack me and pull me down. The ocean was no game to me.
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\nNow the ocean is simply a huge, relaxing hole of water for me. I jump in and let it drift take me away. Respect it and it will respect you. I get myself on a board and skim over it. I sit on the shore and simply watch how it extends, it's a blue blanket in the middle of the Earth. No longer do I fear being pulled down under or twirled around. I've learned to respect it just how I would respect a human being.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34077694","body":"Nicely-written,
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297446873","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34032498","dateCreated":"1297383502","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"cfgonzalez94","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/cfgonzalez94","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34032498"},"dateDigested":1531974019,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Carlos Gonzalez","description":"The soccer ball is perfection, it is simple, and it is the greatest metaphor in human existence. For some, it may represent the happiness of times gone by, and to others, it may represent the potential of a life waiting to start. The soccer ball sets you free. It cuts you loose from these invisible strings and renews you with a strength that surpasses any other force on Earth: The will to live.
\nLet me tell you something that few people understand. The soccer ball is not \u201cjust a sphere\u201d, it\u2019s not just a \u201cpiece of leather\u201d. No, the soccer ball is the glory; it is the passion, the culmination of thousands of years of human evolution that have emerged into one undeniable truth: the soccer ball is life itself. The fusion between the man and the sport, the leg and the soccer ball, it\u2019s plain beauty. Forget about everything else. A goal is not just any number impressed in a scoreboard. A goal represents the blood, the sweat and the tears of daily abuse, of constant practice. This is why I get up every day, this is what fuels me to go that extra mile. You see, before I was blind. I saw the soccer ball as a soccer ball and rejected its true beauty. The essence that was emitted from its very own surface mimicked the power of 1000 suns. The soccer ball is the meaning of the beautiful game, and yet, I was too centered in the technicality of it all. I was a robot, carrying out precise instructions. Moving from one side of the field to the other with no true inspiration, no true ardor. The fire within me became ashes and dust as I repeatedly stepped over it with my ignorance.
\nThe soccer ball however, would become something else entirely. It would become a force too great that few can handle. The conviction to become one with the ball and pick yourself up when you fall down, that\u2019s the power that it holds. Forget about sphere and globes and embrace the true identity of this marvel: the ball is all there is. As my feet grips it and gently touches it, it resembles love itself. The fervent touch of a woman mixes with the thrill of one more goal. Forget about the referees and the offside\u2019s and the fowls and embrace the bareness of the game and the ball. Stop looking at it from a calculated, precise point of view. Accept the blaze within and become lively. People become family as the ball ties them all together. A stranger walks into a bar and feels immediately connected to the person next to him as they watch the World Cup together. This is the power of the soccer ball. The soccer balls gets rid of all conflicts and it smell of naked human effort, its texture of soft, baby-like skin, its taste of sweat and tears. I have become one with the ball and for this I am thankful. No more robot, no more hinges, no more limitations, I\u2019m alive and my heart beats to the dance of the ball. That dance, which resembles a ballerina, is one of the most beautiful sights in the world.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34032850","body":"fouls not fowls sorry mr webster","dateCreated":"1297383743","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"cfgonzalez94","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/cfgonzalez94","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34077466","body":"No worries, Carlos,
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\nGood job,
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297446651","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34004298","dateCreated":"1297360573","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"ereiche","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/ereiche","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1226183145\/ereiche-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34004298"},"dateDigested":1531974019,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Erik Reiche","description":"Ever since he can remember, he worshiped and admired doctors deeply. With a plastic doctor medical kit, he played doctor and \u201ccured\u201d everyone, even his stuffed animals. He admired the way doctors dressed; using their perfectly white coats, with their black, polished stethoscopes on their neck. His deep admiration towards doctors also caused an unusual negative view towards nurses. He saw nurses as beings, which due to laziness or lack of talent, chose to study nursing instead of medicine. He saw them as persons who wanted to be doctors, but failed in the intend. He also thought that nurses were grumpy and looked stupid with the combination of their white little hat and pants with their little, white, squeaky shoes.
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\nAs he grew up and had the opportunity to experience an honest nurse\u2019s workday, he completely changed his opinion towards them. He now realized that even though the doctors are the ones who diagnose, operate, and in cure the patient, the nurses are the ones responsible for taking care of the patients. He now understands that after an operation, the doctor just spends about five minutes per day with the patient, and the nurses spend the rest of the day with them. The nurses are the ones responsible for comforting, helping, and making the patient have an easier recovery. Being a nurse is not an easy job. It takes skill, passion, and dedication to be successful in this carrier. During twelve straight hours, a nurse doesn\u2019t sit down at all, and helps every patient that requires help. Even though he has worked for 11 straight hours and is extremely stressed-out, a nurse helps each patient with a smile on his face and if the patient was his first of the day. Patients admire nurses so much, that they get excited every time they hear the squeaky noise of their shoes approaching the room. At the end of the day, nurses are just as important as doctors. Without them, people would have an extremely awful recovery, and would suffer a lot more.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34017988","body":"Good Erik,
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\nWhat does "but failed in the intend" mean?
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\nWhat's wrong with "...and making the patient have an easier recovery"?
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297370600","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33972428","dateCreated":"1297310315","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"arifishman95","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/arifishman95","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33972428"},"dateDigested":1531974019,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Ari Fishman","description":"People come to appreciate their pets as part of their family, as their own brothers and sister and the affection that is shared with our pets is greater than most people could understand. Admittedly, pets are hard to deal with. Their rebellious spirit resembles that of a tornado causing mayhem as its magnificent and unstoppable power pushes onward with a relentless passion.
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\nDon\u2019t get me wrong, initially, I despised my dog. His only goal was to ensure my constant suffering. With each day that came, the sun did not rise with a hope of purity and renewal, but instead, as the sunrays slapped my face and the chilly waves of winds pulled up my eyelids and removed my blankets, it meant a new confrontation with Samael, the very same Hell Hound. How could such a pretty face be nothing but a looking glass into an alternate reality, filled with demonic and cruel intentions? My dog, whose eyes resembled the most beautiful jewels, managed to use his charms and agility only to play with sanity. His high pitched bark fused itself with every second of my daily agony. His strength was unmatched by the structures that surrounded him and his imprisonment in the back yard would only lead him into going crazier than usual.
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\nThis perception of mine was soon to be changed however as one day I would come to grips with the fact that my pet was more than met the eye. It all happened in one night, when I saw my younger sister sitting on a rock on the backyard, crying in suffering. Right now, my memory doesn\u2019t let me remember what was the reason why she was crying. It think it was because some stupid reason. But the overpowering part of the story is that my tricolor dog was laying on his laps, trying to attenuate her sorrow. For the first time in my life, I saw my dog being a peaceful creature, which instead of having egocentric desires, it focused on helping a fellow companion. From that instant, my eyes stopped watching my dog as an animal, my nose stopped smelling its bad odors, my fingers stopped feeling its bites, and my heart stopped hating it.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34016758","body":"Lovely Ari,
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\nI am rather impressed by your writing skills here, especially 'attenuate'. Good.
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297369409","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33958938","dateCreated":"1297297749","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"Linndzy","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/Linndzy","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1290198368\/Linndzy-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33958938"},"dateDigested":1531974019,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Lindsey Pent","description":"Listening music is one thing that I can\u2019t go one day without. I always wake up in the morning to my favorite songs; it puts me in a good mood for the day. I used to think that music was just lyrics written to a catchy tune. I\u2019d learn the lyrics but I never got to thinking about what they really meant. Even some of the most significant, heart touching songs had little to no effect on me mostly because I didn\u2019t know how to listen to music.
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\nI started writing my own songs when I was about twelve. They never really had that much meaning and the tune was lame and repetitive. I would write the songs based on what I called \u201cinspirations\u201d which I found were the only time that I could ever write anything that would turn out decent. I would sing them out loud and in my head until I got the rhythm stuck so when I got to write the words I knew what beat to write them to. At the time I thought that the lyrics were genius and that they sounded incredible, and I was so proud of what I had achieved.
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\nAs I began writing more and more songs, the emotion by each of the song grew stronger. They were no longer just words on a page with a clever beat that rhymed, now each of my songs has a story and a lot of meaning. Listening to music now I find that I concentrate more on the lyrics and what the song writer and band are trying to say with the song. I believe now that there is a message or a story behind every song, it\u2019s not just a clever beat with whatever words that match. I started writing songs like this over summer break at camp. The smell of painful love was in the air and I started getting inspired to write. I find myself writing lyrics while I think of a beat to match them instead of the other way around. You could say that my entire experience with music has taken drastic changes.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34016606","body":"Great Lindsey,
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\nSaid well, and I especially appreciate: "The smell of painful love..."
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297369251","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33951258","dateCreated":"1297290267","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"hansel.andrew","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/hansel.andrew","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33951258"},"dateDigested":1531974019,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"wills response","description":"I've been listening to music ever since I can remember. Music is a an important part of my life. It's what wakes me up in the morning and what I go to sleep to at night. Listening to music relaxes me and puts me in the mood to do whatever I have to do. Since music is so important to me, I wanted to lear how to play instruments. Specifically, the guitar. Now, the way I listen to music has changed.
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\nI learned to play guitar about two years ago. Before then songs came to me each as one of piece of continuous music. The songs were melodic. My ears only heard the blend of the instruments and vocals as one. At this time, listening to music was like understanding evolution. At first, you think you understand everything. But then, you realize that you have to unlearn everything that you thought you knew and relearn everything as it really is. As you do this, you learn how to differentiate the parts and connect the similarities.
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\n As my experience playing instruments grows I understand the motion of music of music and the paces of the notes. Now, I can hear the downbeats singularly and tempo changes. I listen for a change in key to indicate how the song is played. All of this analyzing ruins the simplicity of it all. The "pure enjoyment" is set aside by pulling apart and putting together the pieces. My music hobby has take a turn, a step up and down at the same time. As I understand the makeup of music better and better, I loose some of the magic and mystery of just simply listening to it and enjoying it.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34016474","body":"Really well-done, Will,
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\nClear and to the point.
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297369099","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]}],"more":true},"comments":[]},"http":{"code":200,"status":"OK"},"redirectUrl":null,"javascript":null,"notices":{"warning":[],"error":[],"info":[],"success":[]}}