Why the Fries Taste Good

This JanTerm at Whitworth I took “Biology of NW Agriculture”. The class covered the biological concepts that underline current topics in agriculture of the Northwest. And popular views of the biological factors thought to play a role in agriculturally related issues.

We went through a book called Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser. “Schlosser's incisive history of the development of American fast food indicts the industry for some shocking crimes against humanity, including systematically destroying the American diet and landscape, and undermining our values and our economy,” says Publisher’s Weekly.

For our final presentation my friend Heather Moir and I talked about French Fries and all of the following aspects: production, agriculture, controversies, and health related issues. We even researched the biology of it too!
Hope you like it!

Why the fries taste good

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So this is the New Year

This year didn't go according to plan; we said things we can't take back. But time heals all, and this New Year will bring on better days. So let's start at the beginning. And remember that the ones who know you the best, are the ones you can count on in hard times. And will be there with you through it all.

Tis the Season

Check out Pomplamoose this holiday season for a unique twist on music!



Pomplamoose is an Indie jazz rock band. The band members consist of Jack Conte and Nataly Dawn; together they create a distinctive combination of vocals and multiple instruments. Since joining YouTube in 2009, Pomplamoose has over 212,00 subscribers on their channel as of this December. Their video posts are fun and silly; with weird camera angles and added affects. The duo definitely personify the random.

A poem about this thing we call gravity...

I wrote this for my mom and dad. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Gravity

by Brianna Anderson

What if things don’t get better?
It would be easier to just give up hope
and write my suicide letter.

No, this isn’t how things should be!
I know the truth, but I can’t live my life in theory;
Reality’s gravity is too strong a pull.
It’s bringing me down and I’m weary.
I can’t do this on my own.
I’m falling again, into the fear of the unknown.

The truth is only He can defy this gravity.
He is the one who will pull me up
And save me from my depravity.

Teach me again Lord, help me believe
that your grace is unending;
Even if I fail again in all that I try to achieve.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I have tried to do your will
And I keep making the same mistakes.

The way life is now, isn’t something I would have chosen.
My heart feels like it’s broken.
But gravity can’t keep me down when your love overflows;
And takes me high off the ground from all my worldly cares.
They are gone now, thrown into the air.

Great Quote

In a secret place she kept hidden “the shadow of Some one who had gone by long before... Some one who had gone on far away quite out of reach, never, never to come back. It was bright to look at…she was proud of it with all her heart, as a great, great treasure…no one so good and kind had ever passed that way...or ever has since.” ~Little Dorrit

Waiting
by Brianna Anderson

Until he comes I will stay true.
Until he comes Lord I wait with you.
Until he comes to take me as his own,
I’ll stay here at your throne

My heart is secure in your hands.
My kiss is hidden till we make plans
And I can be pursued.
For now I can only dream, until this story can conclude
With a love worth waiting for.

I don’t know who he is and where he will be.
My patience is wearing thin as I slowly give away the pieces of me.
All these feelings are hard to ignore,
And these constant distractions are tempting to explore.

My heart aches with longing; I could give in
With hopes I’ll find something more,
But a romance has no purpose
without a promise worth holding out for.

Until he comes I will stay strong.
Until he comes I will search for a sweeter song.
Until he comes to take me as his own,
I’ll stay here at your throne.

recent musings…

Momentary Afflictions
by Brianna Anderson

My cares today are but a whisper in the days to come,
Hard times come to an end, this is true for some.
I know I’ll get through this somehow.
But how have I fallen from your grace?
I no longer see your face.

I know not what tomorrow brings.
Joyful praises are harder to sing.
What is the key? The release from this trial?
Free me now so that I can learn to laugh again and smile.

I have no more strength, nothing left to give.
Make me new again so that I may live.
Bring me through these momentary afflictions,
Supplied with sufficient means of grace;
Closer to the end when I shall see your face
When trials will pass,
Into nothingness at last.