Playing Journey is a bit like sliding through an exotic dream. It’s exhilarating one moment, sad the next, and, inherently, the experience is solely yours, the dreamer’s. The intensity of such things, for better or worse, will always fade when you leave the bed or put down the controller. The sights and sounds evaporate in daylight, and the experience boils away to lingering, naked emotion. When someone asks if you had any dreams last night, you’re at a loss for words. But you have no lack of feelings, difficult though they are to convey.
After listening to the 911 calls and reading through the multiple accounts of the confrontation between Trayvon and Zimmerman, I now find myself coming across a different set of articles: those attempting to dig into Trayvon’s past and paint the picture of him as a troubled young man.
If you have glanced at the New York Times, ESPN or even The Stanford Daily, you have most definitely seen sports and athletes grabbing attention in the headlines. Football. Basketball. Soccer. Andrew Luck. They have each had their share of inspirational stories and quotes plastered all over the front pages.
Last week, my grandmother forwarded me an e-mail with that stunning punchline. Here’s how the logic flowed: the United States has tremendous oil and gas reserves in the Bakken Formation, beneath the rangelands of Montana and South Dakota. Although these reserves could ensure our energy independence, no one has heard of them, and they’re not being tapped. Why? Because OPEC, fearing loss of its terrorism-funding revenue, is paying environmental watchdog groups to block development.
So what does it mean to be an ideal 21st century American woman?