Stories for the Five Senses: Crystal Field Theory
Sound: https://youtu.be/X-ASPbTRCeM
Taste:
Sight: https://youtu.be/Y2oYnV5WKao
Touch:
Smell:
Sight, Sound, Touch:
G.W. Plunkitt – Stories for the Five Senses
Visual:
Aural:
Olfactory:
Click here for a link to a smell-related video.
Tactile:
Click here for a touch-related video.
Taste:
Click for a Taste-related video
Three out of Five:
5 Senses: Spanish is pronounced exactly as it’s written
See
Spanish is pronounced exactly as it’s written
Hear
Taste
Touch
Smell
See, Hear, Smell
En contraste con el inglés, se pronuncia el español exactamente como está deletreado. En el inglés, existen palabras con letras mudas, como en la palabra “know”. En tal ejemplo, no se pronuncia la letra “k”. También en inglés hay pronunciaciones distintas para la misma palabra. La palabra “envelope” también puede ser pronunciada “envelope” en un contexto diferente. En español hay bastante menos engaño. Casi cada letra que aparece en una palabra española está pronunciada. Entonces, cuál idioma es más fácil de aprender? El español o el ingles? Elige tú.
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Juxtaposition: David’s Quarter-Life Crisis / Panic Attack
The three objects were my “Fork in the road” video from my The Dark Knight -related story, Paige’s sketch with the self-doubting stick figure, and Carina’s quote on the whiteboard from her Failure story.
Juxtapositions: Hotels Across the Country
Hotels Across the Country
Room 1 – Upstate New York
Comedy night at the Marquis was never any good. But he was from out of town and he didn’t know any better so I let him take me there anyway. Turns out, it’s not half bad when you’re with someone you like.
I’m not sure if I can call this love just yet, but it feels different. I don’t know, maybe I’ve seen one too many love stories. Or maybe I haven’t seen enough. You know what I hate about them? At the end of the movie, no one ever says what love is. The characters just fall in love and get married and then the credits roll. No definition, no answer, just a kiss and a blackout. What kind of bullshit is that? How the hell am I supposed to know when I’m in love if no one tells me what it actually means to be in love?
Whatever… I’m sure one day I’ll figure it out. Maybe one day he’ll come back and then I’ll know for sure.
Room 2 – Minneapolis, Minnesota
She saw me from across the street. Don’t ask me how, but she did. And I knew the moment I saw her that she would be the source of all my happiness. And then, my bus soared away and she disappeared into my hindsight.
I always take the same bus home, but that night I didn’t. And now I can’t go back to my old route again. I come back to that same stop at the same corner, across from the same hotel, hoping that I’ll see her again.
But, somewhere deep down, I know that I’m really waiting for her to see me.
Room 3 – The Great Plains (Or Somewhere Close to Kansas)
“Draw me a picture of the stars,” she said. I held her close and promised her I would.
But the next day, I forgot what the stars looked like. And pretty soon, I forgot what she looked like too.
“Draw me a picture of the stars,” I said. She held me close and promised me she would.
“One day, you’ll see them too.”
Room 4 – The Quiet B&B in Opal, Wyoming
From a note left at the front desk upon departure: “The service and food was lovely. And, if anyone ever asks, the scratches on my husband’s back came from all your cats. HaHaHa!”
Room 5 – The Grand Canyon
From a postcard sent home on August 16th, 2003: “We got on the road with nothing but $200 bucks for gas and a bunch of old snacks. 526 miles later and we made it! We have no idea where we’re going to stay, but this isn’t a bad place to be stuck in at all. You should come visit soon!”
Room 6 – The Pacific Northwest
From the back of a Polaroid found in the room trash: “This place feels like infinity. He says he never wants to leave.”
Room 7 – Motel California
California is the place of dreams. I guess that’s why we ended up in a cheap motel 2,000 miles away from home. No money, no car, but plenty of hope. But my mother used to say, “You can’t live in a fantasy forever.”
Good thing we made ours a reality before the clock stopped ticking.
Room 8 – Music City
From a scrap of a music sheet found in the back of a desk drawer: “Lobby of Hermitage. 9pm. Bring your best suit and a smile. See you soon!”
Juxtapositions: The end of the world
Juxtapositions: The Job Hunt of David Carter
David Carter had a long day of job-searching in the City. He didn’t have any official interviews but rather was wandering between office buildings, harassing anyone in professional attire, trying to convince them that if they would just give him a chance he would be a great asset to their company. He would! A few months ago he had graduated from one of the best colleges in the world, so he was certainly qualified to sit around in a suit making loud phone calls and pretending to be a productive member of society. His father was supporting him in the meantime, but every day he pressured David to get a job. How hard could it be? Sure, the economy was on the verge of collapse, but David was so special, so smart. He would be fine.
When the business day ended, David was too embarrassed to go home. No, he wasn’t going to sit at the dinner table and listen to his father pointedly talk about how easy it was to get a job back in his day. This is it, he said—this is the day I get a job. What do businessmen do when they get off of work? Drugs and sex, he guessed. And so David decided to go to the Red Light district.
He was immediately assaulted by the irritating multitude of ads and the suffocating throngs of tourists. He had a drink at a bar and regretted it—David could not really afford to drink, especially not overpriced tourist cocktails. While waiting at an intersection for what seemed like forever, he caught the eye of a beautiful woman across the street. She seemed different from all the other women, purer perhaps, a little more real. She seemed a little sad or maybe just calm, like she was at peace with the world.
When the light turned green they went into the alley behind a noodle bar and had sex—David could not really afford this either, but luckily she had a credit card reader on her smartphone. He took her to a sleazy hotel, where they had more sex. He wished he could get to know her as a person, but thought that might be too awkward.
Just after midnight he ran ten blocks to the nearest station to catch the last train home, but it departed 2 minutes early while he was still waiting in line for a ticket. He would have to wait for the 5:07am.
He went back outside, dead quiet save for the McDonald’s down the street. He walked slowly towards the mesmerizing yellow arches towering above. Then he walked through the door and up to the counter. He asked if they were hiring for any managerial or consulting positions. They were not. How about fry cooks? No, they were still not hiring. Would he like to order? David ordered a Big Mac and a Diet Coke. Would he like fries with that? No, he would not—yes, he would—two orders of fries! And: an order of chicken nuggets! Put it all on the card–why not? He’d be in debt for the rest of his life anyway if he didn’t find a job.
David went upstairs to find a table. Everyone looked just as awkward and tired as him, but he was the only one in a suit. The businessmen all had offices to sleep in; they didn’t have to sit in the fluourescent purgatory of a fast food establishment. Kindred spirits, all waiting for the 5:07, or the 5:23, or the 5:49 out to their village, or perhaps, if they were lucky enough to have a job, waiting for their morning shift. They all know, he thought. They all know I have no job and they all know that I’ll never have a job.
The man at the next table fell asleep, his face buried in a hamburger. David took out his laptop and decided to work on his video interviews. He hit record and put on the peppiest voice he could (without going over the top, of course). The man at the next table snored and drooled, making his half-eaten bun soggy. “One time when I added value…” The lights buzzed overhead. “Added value and had a tangible impact…”
His mind was blank. The truth is, David Carter had never had a tangible impact on anything in his life.
At 4:46am David exited McDonald’s to head back to the train station. Suddenly, a crack opened up on the sidewalk and he fell in.
I could tell you that he went on an adventure, perhaps that he found a mysterious series of catacombs or discovered a hidden society beneath the streets of the City, but that would be a lie. David Carter fell into a crack in the earth and died. He never found a job.
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Story #1 ~ ®Kraft™
HI BILLY MAYS HERE
FOR JUST $19.99 H
I’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE
I’m really thirsty
I sure would love a nice, cold… H
Pepsi Co. product
I’m really thirsty
I sure would love a nice, cold… H
Coca-cola drink
I’m really thirsty
I sure would love a nice, cold… H
Who’s today’s sponsor?
Troop morale is low.
The men complain about soggy conditions.
They refuse to raisin bran-dish their weapons.
They are going cuckoo without Cocoa Puffs.
They can’t see an end to the conflict, nor can they see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Many are too busy Reeses Puff-puff passing to be an active part of a balanced breakfast.
General Mills, what do you advise we do?
I’ve got a Target number of objects to make.
I’m beating my head against a Wal-mart, here.
Well, this is O-Kmart for now, I guess.
One taco bell, please
Extra meat and extra cheese H
Just like Mom made it!
Williams Dining Dissapoints Once More
If I eat something
Atop a very tall cliff H
Is it high dining?
I have a brilliant plan to build a skyscraper made entirely out of stacked pizzas
So that I can finally say I’ve experienced the upper crust
All I need is a lot of dough
It started with a two mediums for $5 each.
Now I’m up to a large and a side of cinna-stix.
I can’t stop; it’s the Dominoes effect.
If I bought this fried chicken dinner on my own
(With only a small loan from my father)
Why should I have to share it with anyone else?
That’s why I’m voting for Colonel Bernie Sanders.
I’ve been nauseous since we took off.
I think the pilot is a clerk from the florist department? Or the butcher counter?
The selection is pretty limited and things keep falling off the shelves when we hit turbulence.
Why did I think it would be a good idea to go grocery shopping in the Price Chopper?
I walked in to the sight of melting cheese.
And a melting counter… *stolen from my sister*
And…clock…
Why did I go to the Salvador Deli?
I’m taking a class about making sandwiches.
It costs 5 dollars to commute by Subway.
Any recipes must be properly referenced and sauced.
Our final grade is 10% attendance, 50% participation, and 40% Quiznos.
Seems like an (Arby)system to me.
Go to White Castle
An intern broke the sound board. H
We need new sliders.
Revolutionary Spoken Word Performance
Sometimes I feel like a burrito
Like I’m so full of emotions
They’re oozing out because my parents didn’t make me right
And society just slapped a tin-foil wrapper on me
And sold me to the man for $5.99
Plus $2 for guac, but Gauntanamo for free.