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Why Do We Use Language?

Language is our primary method of expressing feelings, emotions, desires, and warnings, as well as to share information.  Language can be written or verbal, and through the proper use of just the right words, language can be a powerful tool to guide the reader (or listener) to think or act in just the way the author intends.

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Photo by jurek d. @2015 (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

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The Pizza Crust

Baking a good pizza crust can be difficult. Not only do you have to make it just he right fluffiness level, but you also have to add your own flair to it.

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There are many different paths you can follow to make it original and memorable. Dominoes goes for the seasoning. Costo tries to make it light and airy. Pizza hut tries to make it cruchy on the outside and chewy on the inside. Shakey’s looks for the perfect bubbles (those golden orbs that are filled with air and are covered in metled cheese).

There are so many pizza placces out there that it is hard to always make your pizza memorable. Pizza places have to accept the fact that they won’t be loved by everyone. For instance, I will never volunteer to go to Dominoes, but my father loves to eat there. Pizzzerias need to accept that just because someone orders pizza there once, doesn’t mean that that pizza place will always be their favorite. Maybe one bad experience will scar that pizza goer for life and they won’t go there anymore.

So maybe there is more than just the crust that goes into the perfect pizza, but at least you can control your crust. You make your crust how you like it, how you think it should be, and if people don’t like it then they don’t have to eat it.

Personally, I prefer the pizza crusts with bubbles on the ends and chewy in the middle.

Why my cat strikes fear into… everything

The whining at the door is hard to ignore. The pleading look in her eyes makes it seem as if this is the worst torture she could endure. She looks at me like I don’t care about her; like I want her to suffer.  In reality, I am too busy laughing at the situation to think about fixing it. My dog, Annie, is in our dining room stationed three feet from the sliding glass door, which is open two feet. She is looking to the outside, wondering how she will get past her most vicious obstacle: my cat, Stars.

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My childhood was… an adventure

My childhood was an adventure. There isn’t really any other word to describe it. It involved broken bones, bruises, and spills; but it also involved a lot of hugs, kisses, and family-time. I know that there are a lot of people who say that their childhood was crazy, and I’m not trying to claim that mine was crazier, but it was crazy in a different way.

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Photo ©2009 by Rantes (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)

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