... it you wanted! I must have eaten eight beef enchiladas and six soft chicken tacos, not too mention the flour tortillas, rice and beans. Needless to say this type of food does not settle well with your stomach, not even for an all you can eat pro like myself. I thought the bomb I dropped before I went to sleep would make for an easy morning. I was wrong. At 6:10 I found myself stuck in the library for what seemed like an eternity. It was not my typical morning dump, it was the never ending dump from hell. Every time I thought the nightmare was over, I found my self dropping more and more and more. It was already 7:30 and I had to leave by 8:15 in orde ...

... we will enjoy interplanetary space travel frequently in the future and we may even develop communities on other planets, such as mars, or perhaps on the moon. Numerous scientists and writers have already also predicted this. Life will also be made much, much easier in the future for humans by robots, computers, and other automatons. Many simple tasks done today by humans such as cooking, cleaning, and repairing household items will be done by these machines much more quickly and efficiently and with less pollution. Almost all of the current manual labor jobs, especially in the United States, will become obsolete and robots will do all of the work for us. The ...

... eternity. When I awoke I jumped up and turned around to see if any of the dreams were true. I quickly saw that they were not. I decided that I could not leave this place until I had enjoyed a can of pop. By the 3rd day, I had to scout for food and water because I was feeling malnourished. As I walked around I found a snack machine the kind with many divine foods inside such as candy bar and chips, but still no way to eat them. I stayed here until morning trying to rig a transport of some sort for it. I cut a tree down and made 4 wheels and eventually a cart to support the machine and than to transport the machine to the other. This was such a great task, I ...

... and bordom of Ridgecrest. We packed are bags, grabbed are fishing poles, loaded the camper and were on are way. Our drive lasted for four very long hours before we got to the Postpile campground. We hitched are camp and made ourselves right at home knowing we would be there for a while. We could'nt ask for better weather, the sun was blazin and the temperature was an awesome 85 degrees for fishing the San Juaqin river. We found ourselves the trail that lead to the postpile, twisting and turning along the green, damp trial until we came upon a sight that every human being should lay their eyes on, Devils Postpile. Enormous rocks all rubbing against one anoth ...

... start with laws and legality and how that relates to GIS. Early on with GIS, there were many legal battles over information and if it should be a commodity for sale or free for all for public usage. And should some maps and information be withheld from the public for safety reasons and/or be treated as a private entity, which can be bought and sold. Some examples of confidential data that can't be released are records in the Internal Revenue Service, Census Bureau, and also the Mineral Management Service. Another holder of private information would be the Department of Defense, withholding war information and military technology. So far the primary leg ...

... in upper areas will burn off at about noon today. Well its time to go, Mrs. Little gets into her car and heads for town. Noticing a very heavy fog around they area she proceeds with caution when all of a sudden Another car comes out of the fog and slams right into poor Mrs. Little sending her smashing into the steering wheel and knocking her unconsciousness, It was Mister Jones, who did not slow down in the heavy fog and did not see the stop sign at the intersection; he was thrown through the windshield. Mrs. Little was rushed to the Hospital and listed in critical condition, gee gee and henry did not get dinner. Mr. Jones broke both his legs and lost one ...

... clear. Nerve-wracking minutes later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively lake in front of us. We stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt. Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, gra ...

... Cliff entered the bar and almost had a heartattack. He walked up to Kramer and asked him what he was doing. Kramer said "I'm sitting here smoking a Cuban and having a beer." Cliff was so upset he took Kramer's beer and poured it over Kramer's head messing up his trademark hair. Kramer then took his beer nuts and threw them at Cliff. He ducked and they hit Norm. Edith, who was an ex-lunch aid at Saddle Brook High School, could not stand a mess and called her lunch aid friends to contain the matter. Meanwhile, Cliff took his mailbag and smacked Kramer with it. All of the sudden Superfly Jimmy Snucka entered the bar. Superfly, who was a wrestler, couldn't r ...

... are muslims, that's why her mother can't accept the drawing Amina brings home. The reason why she doesn't want the father to know is that he's the dominant one in the family. Maybe the mother is scared that he will punish Amina, or maybe even the mother, for not bringing up her daughter properly. Then Amina's mother teaches her to draw patterns from the Koran. Amina likes to draw the patterns and she is no more confused. Next day at school, they're all going to draw nice Christmas cards. Amina draws the patterns that her mother has just taught her. The teacher tells her to draw people instead, and she throws away the Christmas card with patterns on it. Amina refus ...

... parents were in school. Girls, generally only dated guys that were one or two years older than them, and my class was no exception. Accordingly, my closest friends had boyfriends who were also good friends, in the grade above us. It was all one big circle of girlfriends and boyfriends. If you didn’t find your own boyfriend or girlfriend, usually this certain circle would be the ones responsible for intervening and setting you up with someone. It almost seemed unfair, but that’s just how things were. Most of the time I was, unfortunately, the one being set up. It wasn’t that I couldn’t find anyone, but usually I didn’t want or need a significant other. Appar ...