French Toast Mafia
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Josh Taylor: MY FINAL VIDEO
Josh Taylor: My thoughts on the class and the MAFIA
Life long friendships is not something any of us were expecting to acquire from this humanities class. We all thought we would just pass the class and then leave. Little did we know, we started our own version of the Breakfast Club. French Toast Mafia is the name. This group is full of wonderful people that all have their diversities and insanities. One of us wears skinny jeans on a daily, another wears baggy pants and goes clubbing every weekend. As for the other two, one is a half Mexican, half Arab ninja that destroys everyone in his path.
Last but not least, there is the funny guy; the one that wanted nothing
to do with the group when it first came about. He soon came around after
getting to know the other three. Now we are all good friends and we
hang out outside of class. We had our moments in class that were just
hilarious and outrageous but that is just us. We photo bomb every
group's photos, we do handstands in the middle of everything, we say
"thats what she said", and we just enjoy life and have fun. What more
could you ask for in a special group of friends? Friends that you can
depend on for anything and everything. That is who the Mafia is!
Friday, December 6, 2013



In a journey into the unknown-Emmanuel Trejo
In a journey into the unknown our hearts and minds were
exposed to new ideas about the nature of art. Art wasn’t just a simple painting
on a mural or a simple porcelain sculpture; instead what we witnessed is that
art is alive and vivid with the captured imagination of the artist’s soul. Humanities
on the go was a great guide into discovering the art that was hiding in plain
sights all of these years.
This class led us to discover how an art once considered vandalism
could reflect many thoughts of a shunned society. Their valuable work is overlooked an underappreciated,
but can depict a valuable inside into our own modern society. For example the “all
American eagle” has its wings proudly flexed to fly but it is chained to a
weight. The eagle is a great representation of we call our self’s the land of
the free, but we are too limited to actually calls ourselves “free.”
Through our ventures we traveled to
the heart of the beast, we went deep into its belly to see how life was still
in full motion even several feet below our feet. We go to admire the towering
buildings that seemed to challenge the gods of Olympus. With access to a
vantage point high above the streets, we got a first-hand view of the majestic view
only relished by winged beast such as birds. Our venture by foot brought
witness to many pieces of art laid out in the city streets that are not often appreciated
by the common city inhabitant. Each piece of art stood as a speckle of
creativity in a loud and busy city street.
Art is not just found in picture but in architecture. Architecture
is perfect representation of a community. Urban decay is a sign of a struggle and
deterioration of hope of the people, but what we saw in Galveston on that cold
Friday morning was restoration. Restoration is sign of positive change,
restoration is sign of hope, and restoration is a sign of a community blooming
to become a spot light for others to follow. Even with the icy cold winds flowing into our
exposed skin that felt like a river flowing through land, I could feel the
warmth of the newly restored buildings as a sign of gratitude for a new lease
on life.

Ode to Humanity by Georges Boulos (final article)
Georges Boulos
What is humanity? Well, we are humanity. Should we disappear from the world humanity would be
what is left b
ehind. So what will be left behind from us? Will what is left behind be considered good? Beautiful maybe? Worthy of preserving? I for one believe so. Our art and our architecture and whatever else we will be able to leave behind of our lives will both literally and figuratively, should they stand the test of time, stand as a monument to everything that we are, what we will be, and what we have ever been.
We have been given examples, we have seen art, contemplated it, we have seen the architecture wrought from the hands and minds of those who wished to leave something greater than their name, and we have looked into the very depths of one of the greatest tragedies that our world has and will ever experience in the course of human history. What we have seen are the constructions and destructions of humanities that live in our present and by extension into our futures. We have been shown clearly how these constructs persist though their creators are ei
ther long past, or not long for this world either in mortality or in their endeavor for work. That is reality. We have seen what others created and after having been pushed to take picture of all the things that move us, however I think it is time that we all take a new prerogative should we be so inclined. We are now the creators, or at least we should be. We study history not just so that we may avoid making the mistakes of the, but also to repeat its successes. So we must all become creators. It doesn’t mean we all need to have a painting in an art gallery, though creating artistically is considered to be one of man’s purest forms of creation. We must create with all the things that make us human, we must all create using our humanity and we must do it for all of humanity. I will even take for the first step though I am more inclined to the artistic route, I fancy myself a poet. Now picture yourself a Rose facing the turning of the world, or better yet, let me show you my metaphor through a rose’s eyes, that despite all the happenings around us there has been beauty created and it deserves our attention regardless. Maybe one day we will be regarded the same
Ode to Humanity
What is humanity? Well, we are humanity. Should we disappear from the world humanity would be
what is left b
We have been given examples, we have seen art, contemplated it, we have seen the architecture wrought from the hands and minds of those who wished to leave something greater than their name, and we have looked into the very depths of one of the greatest tragedies that our world has and will ever experience in the course of human history. What we have seen are the constructions and destructions of humanities that live in our present and by extension into our futures. We have been shown clearly how these constructs persist though their creators are ei
Rose:
It is Winter
And I am cold,
I am a rose growing cold
I endure the cold, with bold
But my petals still fall,
The petals are my hope,
My life’s last breath,
I cling to my final petal
As it is spring’s final jest
The petal will fall though
And I will fall,
It is springtime’s set
And winter’s rise,
And though we treat it as a surprise
It is a time where all roses must die,
Though the spring abandoned it
And the winter brings its demise
The rose falls seeing the beauty of the wintertime
And though I must watch
As my last petals touch the earth
And though I can feel my last breath escaping
I will fall as though it were the first day of spring
For there is beauty in every season our world brings
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