I didn't much around with the HTML and coding too much since I didn't really have much time...I changed the background to a view of Tokyo...one of my Top 3 Favorite Cities in the universe.
Below the links to my fellow classmates' blogs I put a list of videos featuring the guys I skateboard with so you can check that out if you'd like.
Since this is a writing class I'll throw in an old homework assignment which required us to write a poem that used alliteration, onomatopoeia, assonance and a plethora of other poetic devices.
Mr. Renaissance Man
His finger tips tip-toe across the keyboard on their way to Backspace Boulevard
He’s made several slip-ups while tap, tap, tapping a little less than hard
His finger prints appear to be leaving bizarre scars
Yet no one will wonder what they are
They call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
His scars and mistakes are loud like angry animals, but are magically minimal
His influence on the world makes them suddenly subliminal
Jack and his trade’s bring him fans and phenomenal praise
Though they don’t realize his title needs a rephrase
They still call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
His pencil point outputs a dry smile of Mona Lisa
A completely traced disgrace he’ll hand in to the teacher
His pencil’s lead appears to have left bizarre scars upon the paper
Where there are clues he’ll clean them up later
They’ll still call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
He plays piano with his fingers as if they weighed like light
Causing him to barely break the notes in quite right
He’s missed multiple notes while maneuvering measures
Yet in the eyes of many, his footnotes are tiny treasures
And so, they call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
Swoop, smack, slam…two karate kicks, a miss, and then the land
His form’s flawed; yet he’s hypnotized humanity to find it grand
Both his ebony eye and ruined wrist are blunt bizarre scars
Yet, once again, no one will see them for what they truly are
They continue to call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
His lungs look for air as he hums that final footnote
The two stop searching since seeking seems to be a joke
His voice vibrates violently as it gives in to futility
And the master of the mind purposely promotes personal humility
The note is mistaken for eclectic elegance and something grand
In spite of everything, they still call him Mr. Renaissance Man
Master of the mind and skillful with his hands
His finger tips tip-toe across the keyboard on their way to Backspace Boulevard
He’s made several slip-ups while tap, tap, tapping a little less than hard
His finger prints appear to be leaving bizarre scars
Yet no one will wonder what they are
They call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
His scars and mistakes are loud like angry animals, but are magically minimal
His influence on the world makes them suddenly subliminal
Jack and his trade’s bring him fans and phenomenal praise
Though they don’t realize his title needs a rephrase
They still call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
His pencil point outputs a dry smile of Mona Lisa
A completely traced disgrace he’ll hand in to the teacher
His pencil’s lead appears to have left bizarre scars upon the paper
Where there are clues he’ll clean them up later
They’ll still call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
He plays piano with his fingers as if they weighed like light
Causing him to barely break the notes in quite right
He’s missed multiple notes while maneuvering measures
Yet in the eyes of many, his footnotes are tiny treasures
And so, they call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
Swoop, smack, slam…two karate kicks, a miss, and then the land
His form’s flawed; yet he’s hypnotized humanity to find it grand
Both his ebony eye and ruined wrist are blunt bizarre scars
Yet, once again, no one will see them for what they truly are
They continue to call him Mr. Renaissance Man, master of the mind and skillful with his hands
His lungs look for air as he hums that final footnote
The two stop searching since seeking seems to be a joke
His voice vibrates violently as it gives in to futility
And the master of the mind purposely promotes personal humility
The note is mistaken for eclectic elegance and something grand
In spite of everything, they still call him Mr. Renaissance Man
Master of the mind and skillful with his hands
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