Atlanta: My Hometown

My hometown is Atlanta, GA. A place where at any given time, one might see a movie or music video being filmed, happen to spot a celebrity while walking down the street, find five star shopping and dining, and also come across one of the most diverse mixture of cultures that I have ever seen. I found a website for tourists which is Atlanta.net. This website is geared to inform travelers who are thinking about coming to Atlanta about the various upcoming attractions in this great city. It is trying to entice the viewer to come to Atlanta and pay to see some of the best and biggest attractions in all the world. Right on the homepage, the site shows captivating pictures of the GA Aquarium, the largest in the US and the only west hemisphere aquarium to have whale sharks, and the World of Coke. This website is a great resource for someone thinking about visiting Atlanta. I would also think that it creates a since of desire for the viewer to visit Atlanta, even if they were not initially planning on coming to this great and diverse city. 

Twelve Hours of Communication

Communication is a vital part of our every day world. As people on planet Earth, we communicate with other people in vast and various ways. Technology has improved our lines of communication, but the internet or a cell phone is not the only way to communicate to other humans. Everything that we say, do, wear, or type is a form of communication. This is a comprehensive list of the communication that I have participated in during the last twelve hours.

Let's start last night since a few of the beginning hours were spent sleeping. Upon getting home, I spoke verbally to my parents, this would later spiral into a conversation. Before heading to bed, I had texted several people and been on Facebook for about an hour. All this between studying for English, of course. Upon waking, I cursed my alarm clock for waking me. On the Marta train on the way to GA Tech, communication lines opened to complete strangers that did not involve any sort of technology or even my own vocal chords. What I was wearing communicated to the other passengers that I was probably headed to some sort of athletic activity, which would be correct since I was headed to the gym. What other people were wearing communicated some sort of message to me as well. The woman in scrubs was probably a nurse, the man in the suite with the briefcase might be a lawyer, and the very large man with a hard hat was probably on his way to some construction site. Between the time at the gym and my first class, there was not as much verbal or technological communication, but quite a bit of non-verbal things that I would notice much like on Marta. When I arrived at class, I greeted the TA and told him one of the problems I was having with Delta/Epsilon proofs for linear function limits. I also asked a classmate what the TA then wrote on the board because I had missed it while taking part in another vital part of communication at GA Tech: the art of taking notes in class. After class, I went to eat and verbally gave my order at Tin Drum. I then immediately got on Facebook and proceeded to get into online conversations with various friends. This has all lead to where I am sitting now. Which is in the Starbucks inside the Barnes and Noble GA Tech Bookstore. Listening to a buzz of conversations by the people surrounding me. The four or five people that are on laptops very well may be emailing or instant messaging a dear friend. The couple in the corner is communicating a very cute look of the man helping the female with her chemistry. And finally, I am sitting here. While I sip on an iced Latte, I am typing this Blog for Blogger.