I made this short documentary about my band (This Big) and our Carbon Negative Tour to California. Its called Carbon Negative because we surveyed our audiences at our shows and asked them how far they drove, how much gas they used to get to our concert, and after we returned from the tour we offset that carbon output by planting trees and prairie grass, thus making our carbon output for the tour totally negative.
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Hello readers! I’ve started a new class the month, “Narrative” with Stuart Tanner where we’re learning the key elements on how to create good stories for any media. We’ve been doing lots of various writing assignments, one of which was “What is it like to be you?” in the perspective of anything other than yourself. I chose to write about the life of a coffee pot… Here it goes!
What is it like to be you?
I am a coffee pot. I sit on the self and get cold, very cold. In the dark, moist cabinets that smell of dew and mold, I sit. I wait. Finally I rest and relax until I’m abruptly awakened too early in the morning. Every morning. Some clumsy hands grab me from the dusty yet peaceful cabinet. I jolt into a sharper awareness when the sparks and buzz of electricity run through my circuit. My plug is jammed into the wall carelessly, my cord has some rips in it but nobody fixes it.
I shiver and protest by gurgling when ice water is poured into my head. I hate cold water. And that one button, that one button I have, it gets pushed. Everyday. Everyday someone finds a way to push my button. My button glows red with rage. I hate it when anybody pushes my button. I get so angry I warm up and the water drips into my hollow body. Stupid button. That irritable coffee smell came again today, but today it’s especially strong, it must be Monday. The filter chokes me. I’m sick of the smell of coffee. So I hiss! And I growl!
The teapot throws a hissy fit and tells me to shut up. How I much HATE that teapot is indescribable. That teapot doesn’t need to wake up until 4 PM. That teapot lies in the sun all day with it’s fancy China friends that get to hang out with delicious cookies. The teapot really thinks it’s all that with its pretty English accent and the hand painted flowers on its body. One day I will have revenge on the teapot, one day I will make such good coffee to put it to shame. For now, I’m put back into my cabinet until tomorrow. If only I could catch a glimpse of the sunset I would have a better reason to live.
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