Jaws Tweet #2

A third victim of Amity is killed by an unknown predator in the water. The victim James Park, 30, of Oak Bluffs was killed about 1:30 pm today on a small row boat.

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The calm ocean water of Amity erupts in screams, splashs, and people running to shore as a shark was sighted after the very recent capture of a killer shark.

Meeting of Sharks

Amity's darkest days have now passed since the giant killer shark blamed for the two gruesome deaths this weekend has now been caught and killed.

The fishermen who caught the beast in the waters one mile southwest of Amity receiving a $3,000 reward as mentioned yesterday at Amity's town meeting about both attacks.

At the meeting yesterday, Police Chief Martin Brody, spoke to the large crowd of worried islanders about how to deal with the two tragic deaths of Chrissie Watson and Alex Kitner this passed weekend.
The meeting ended with  Brody deciding that all beaches in Amity will be closed until further investigation.

Now, since the shark has been caught and killed, all the beaches throughout the beautiful island of Amity will reopen immediately just in time for the packs of visitors for the Fourth of July weekend.

After the shark was brought ashore it was inspected by Matt Hooper, a marine biologist from the Woods Hole, Mass., Oceanographic Institute, and one of the world's foremost experts on sharks. After inspection Hooper identified it has a Nurse Shark.

According to Hooper, Nurse Sharks are among the most brutal and dangerous sharks and have been responsible for hundreds of swimmers' deaths along the East Coast of the United States.

"After the autopsy of victim Chrissie Watson's mangled body the bite marks do not match up to the jaw of the Nurse Shark that was just caught," said Hooper. The bite marks on Watson are far bigger than the Nurse Shark could have possibly done."

During this coming weekend, islanders and guests should not be alarmed by the presence of shark spotters from the Coast guard, Marine Patrol, and the Massachusetts State Police, the U.S Navy, Homeland Security, and numerous local municipal and county police agencies in the waters off the beaches.

"While law enforcement officials urge vigilance on the part of all citizens, we believe we can safely say that the danger of further shark attacks has probably passed," said Brody."

Sandpaper

My last news article of the semester was about the 501 reading and Sandpaper which based on creative nonfiction writing. I believe this article is very good and compact with rich descriptions and a lot of information.(something I usually lack in most of my articles) This article idea came up when I realized there was a 501 reading this week, and why not kill to birds with one stone by going to the reading and writing an article about it because I believe the English department is heavily trying to make creative nonfiction more popular which I find interest in because I love writing creative nonfiction!

Right now I'm in Engl 623(Creative Nonfiction) and I decided to submit one of my essays to Sandpaper. What a better way to end this blog with an essay I wrote!

Yellow

            I feel a deep love for yellow, a moment my heart would bleed itself dry for.  This moment was unexpected. Yellow danced around the cool summer air and gently sunk into my skin. Yellow was inevitable, the color streamed through my body finding the right path to my heart. I believe my heart turned yellow for a moment. I fought happy tears, trying my hardest to avoid what was happening inside me. Now I wish I could’ve been strong enough to let those tears flood my innocent eyes. Crying would’ve felt moral. I think those tears are still trapped within my body, fighting the jail cell I have locked them in.

            I feel a deep love for music, the love a person would bleed themselves dry for. This love was fated, a gentle addiction. Music has affected me and my belongings. Headphone hair; scratches, metal worn, and screen water logged on iPod; slow computer because of too many illegal downloads; sudden outbursts of emotion, smiling, and dancing; two speakers blown, subwoofer set to max volume; absence of money; procrastination; a car ride never silent, car cassette adapter never ejected; 9,227 items, 25.6 days, 53.96 GB, 30 playlists. I was naïve to know where this love for music came from until I wrote about yellow, that writing about yellow would lead me back to where it all started.

           

            The tall white ceilings reflected the sound of The Kooks into my ears. The sound touched me like the purple ocean tide kissing the shoreline. The song wasn’t familiar, but the words sung seemed to be. My love for the sea had been represented within the song, the lyrics wrung so true, and the acoustic guitar, tranquil like the calm sea. We laid down on the beds in the loft with our heads where our feet should go. Jarret broke the silence next to me. His voice traveled below to the living room.

“Cori what is the name of this song?”

 “Seaside,” she responded.

            I drive by myself. My surfboard nudges my right shoulder. I turn onto Ocean Boulevard and play “Seaside”.  The sun is orange, the rays peak above pink clouds that hang over the horizon line, casting bright light through my windshield.  I feel warmth across my bare chest. The sun and sea breeze join me through the open windows. I cross the bridge watching the tide crawl along the shore. The sea fills up naturally along the sand. I join the song, singing the words to the open sea. I fell in love with the seaside.

           

            We drove around a lot. I liked driving around with her, she played good music. We liked to show each other our music as the car faded away along the yellow lined roads. I remembered she played “Lazy Eye” by Silversun Pickups, my ears a virgin to the different sound. The first verse explained how I felt about her, the moment I had been waiting for all my life. Not just that moment where we sat silently next to each other serene and in love, but the moment since I met her. The words were powerful. The way they were sung caught me off guard emotionally. A smile broke out. My emotions hugged my insides until the song was over.  We traveled with no purpose, just to listen next to each other. No words were spoken only if we had something important to say.

            I listen to “Lazy Eye”, but I don’t think about her anymore. I form along the curves of the green coach in the living room. I love my friends. I show them this song. A candle is lit on the coffee table distributing life and good scent to everyone. If I were to show a person a song, it would be this one. I don’t care what type of music a person likes. I want them to listen to this because I know they will feel something, and to know that someone feels something is special to me.

           

            I sat on a tall peach chair in a musty cluttered living room, my body irregular on the surface from a sweatshirt. The stench of old cigarettes and vinyl saturated my body. My friends were upstairs smoking weed for the first time. A black cat was walking along the oriental carpet, its silent body passed by in segments from the clutter of albums, books, and old clothes.  I noticed the soft sound of music playing on the stereo next to me on a thick old wooden stand. An album rested upon the dusty stereo. “Direction” by The Starting Line. I heard either Jarret or Brian cough from upstairs. I turned the grey knob on the stereo amplifying the song. The black cat stopped in place and looked up at me, my head bobbed and my hands gently smacked the arms of the couch.

            The traffic is heavy along the wide highway. The orange afternoon sun gently touches the side of my face, ear buds propped in both ears.  I don’t know how many times I have listened to this song in a row. I never finish the whole 4:49, pressing or holding the replay button to either go back to the start or rewind back to certain part. I rewind to the 1:00 point a lot. I watch the world pass me by, places and people I don’t know. This was a great time to think, I had the world at my fingertips, and “Best of Me” by The Starting Line playing in my ears. I thought about love, I thought about lyrics of the song coming true, and I thought about nothing. What a great feeling it was to think about nothing. I listen to the same song.

           

            The walls emitted an orange glow. We listened to the same band for hours while the fire showed us how calm a night could be. I laid my head back on the soft white cushion, my body a rag doll along the body of the couch. I couldn’t see the ocean but felt its presence, the dark wooden walls and floors made this true. The ocean blanketed the earths ground in front of the house. I felt special to be there, a place I had longed for, Laguna Beach.  Incubus melted my insides into a blissful trance. I was glad she had an album of all her favorite songs by them, songs I had never heard of.  I had just met her that night and already could call her a friend. “Love Hurts” by Incubus I remembered the most. The chorus slowed down time, my body and joints took time to move, my mind taken a long a lovely trip. The sound of the words sent a haunting chill throughout my body. We all relaxed on the couches surrounding the open living room all feeling the same thing, the fire holding our presence together.

            I shut the door to my room, sit on my bed, laptop on lap, and headphones snug over both ears. I immerse myself within the discography of Incubus. I want the songs I could listen to on repeat; I want songs that would get me excited; I want songs that I could imagine my life as something extraordinary by the click of the sideward triangle. I hunt; I download 146 items, their every album, their every song. I research listener’s opinions; I trust some, others I don’t. I find every song I had loved from that night. I sit on my bed listening to my favorite songs, nostalgic of my past week in California.

           

            A stack of records was set down upon the floor of my apartment. He would let us take care of them for a while. I never gave old music a chance, The Beatles my only exception. He listened to a lot of older music, his large collection of records proved this. I sat on my green couch with the stack on my lap. I flipped through, my fingertips feeling the slim vintage cardboard, my eyes noticing all the edges decaying to white. The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones. These bands I wanted to know.

            The white moon hovers in the clear black sky, leaving a lite trail inside our dark apartment. I reach my hand over towards the window to place the needle on the groove of “Physical Graffiti” by Led Zeppelin. I know the first song and the next; I know all of the songs. I have listened to this record a lot since I discovered it. We play records when we come home late in the night.

           

            I sat on Jarret’s futon while he played songs he liked. His sister was away in college. He loved Death Cab for Cutie, Coldplay, and Jacks Mannequin. I would go home, shut my door, and listen to them. I had never heard music like this before. This took my ears a while to understand, some sound taking multiples listens to grow into. Jarret’s sister would visit home sometimes. She would listen to music with him.  A chain reaction occurred of music. Cori, Jarret, Doug. This is where my journey began.

            The white wooden chair is stiff, but I feel comfortable. I am overwhelmed by nature, the beauty of the calm blue sea, the yellow sun and the clear blue skies. A couple stands underneath a tall white gazebo holding each other’s hands, their eyes filled with love as they stare at one another.  The young man begins to play a song on his acoustic guitar. I knew this song, and was happy Cori picked it for her wedding ceremony.  He plays “Yellow” by Coldplay.

           

           

                       

            

Jaws Sidebar

Should We Be Concerned About Shark Attacks?

The answer is yes. Even though shark attacks have been rare over New England’s history it doesn't mean that we shouldn't still be concerned.  Two of the deadliest shark species in the world can be found in New England waters. These species are known as the White Shark and Tiger shark, the White Shark being the most dangerous species of shark in the world.  

The Blue Shark is the most common shark species in New England waters during the summer. The Blue Shark and the Shortfin Mako are species in New England waters that are also capable of attacking people.

Paul Tsang, Department of Molecular, Cellular and Biomedical Sciences at the University of New Hampshire analyzed a map of confirmed unprovoked shark attacks in the United States from the years 1670-2011.

 “From what I can see, there has been very few total shark attacks in New England waters which support the notion that it is relatively safe, from this perspective, to swim in New England waters,” said Tsang. “However, people should know that there has been Great White Shark sightings in local waters for the last couple of summers. Because of their appearance, that may raise some safety concerns for people who live near those areas where the sightings have occurred”

According to Tsang, last summer a Blue Shark was sighted in Rye, NH.  In December 2010, an enormous white shark was brought up in a net off of Chatham, Cape Cod. Also in December 2009, a seal was bitten by a White Shark also in Cape Cod. 

Ultimately, people on the New England coast should still be concerned about sharks.

http://newenglandsharks.com/Page7whiteshark.html

Bond University

Yesterday I had my pre-departure orientation for Gold Coast, Australia. A month from now I will be leaving to study at Bond Univeristy. I am very anxious, nervous, and excited to get there. At the orientation, one of my group leaders was a UNH student who had went to Bond last year, which was really helpful with information that I lacked before the orientation. One thing that she said that got me very nervous was that Bond University is a very, very, very, hard school. She said, "Bond is known as an Ivy League school in Australia, its like our Harvard to them." Right when those words dropped like a bomb out of her mouth I got scared. I am more scared at the fact that I will be taking classes for my major there. I wonder how much work will go into my journalism classes, I'm really excited to see, but very nervous at the time I will need to spend doing work for my classes. I want to be able to have a lot of free time! Heck I'm on the Gold Coast! I guess I can only tell once I arrive.

Here is a picture I took from the side of my front yard on a beautiful summer evening. Looking at this picture makes me so nostalgic of the long hot days.

Photo: Doug Robichaud Location: Plaistow, NH

Facebook privacy notice

This week I've noticed a lot of my friends on Facebook were posting the same status about how Facebook has become a public traded entity. This is strange because I had realized Facebook became a public traded entity a couple months ago. Friends of mine had copy and pasted a paragraph of text claiming that their profile will now be protected by copyright laws. I did some research on these notices people were posting and found it copying and pasting these claims as statues would not protect their copyright and protective rights. So pretty much this whole thing was a scam. Its strange to see Facebook has gotten as big as it has. Not only is almost every college student using this as Facebook was made for, but now companies, businesses, and families are using it. Its very strange to see how far times have come in such a short period of time!

Here is a picture of Mr. Monkey, my cute cat that I love oh so much! I love taking pictures of him!

Photo: Doug Robichaud