Silk of generosity

There once was a kind, generous man. The man had barely any food, he had no home, and he wore rags. Though he had nothing, he shared the apples he picked, and the fish he caught with all the village.

Meanwhile, a rich man, clothed in silk, heard of this man everywhere, of his acts of kindness and giving. He was all everyone talked about. They spoke of him like a god, someone they worshipped. The rich man grew jealous. The rich man evicted the poor man, and said he was never to return to the village, that way he would return to his original fame.

The villagers found out, and grew angry at the rich. Shopkeepers would not sell him goods. People stopped going to his stores and services. People turned their heads away when he came.

After many days, the rich man could not take the cruelty of the village’s hate. He traveled long and hard, to find the poor man. Finally, he found the man, and asked him, “Why are you, a poor man wearing nothing but rags, so popular, and loved, while I wear silk and fine cloth, but I am hated and shamed?” The poor man replied, “Because you wear fine silks, but are covered in the dirt of greed. I wear poor rags, but am dressed in the silk of generosity.”

Recently, my school went to the Nasher Museum of Art at Duke University. I found out about this extremely interesting artist from the early 1900s late 1800s. This artist was Matisse. Many of Matisse’s paintings were in the Nasher Museum of Art. I went on the Internet and found out that Henri Matisse was born on December 31, 1869. I also learned that the Cone sisters, Etta and Clarabell, and Gertrude Stein were great contributors in the rising of Matisse’s fame. Matisse was a strange child and wasn’t extremely smart. When he was a child, his father hd very high expectations, which he could rarely meet. Matisse was married for 41 years before he got divorced only for his want to stand alone. Matisse met his wife for the very last time in 1939 only to talk about the separation. Matisse only started painting when he was 20 years old, but instantly fell in love. During World War 2, Matisse’s world basically fell apart, his health, his marriage, everything. Matisse sculpted, but didn’t feel as comfortable as he did when he was on a canvas.

I got my information from http://topics.nytimes.com/ topics/reference/timestopics/people/m/henri_matisse /index.html

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Thanksgiving was really awesome because it was also my grandpa’s birthday so we got to eat cake. It was a pretty awesome day. By the way, my grandpa flies planes. My grandma made a lot of food like turkey, stuffing and all that good stuff. It was his 80th birthday! So his cake was specially designed by a friend. I took a picture of it below. What do you think? It was made out of rice crispy treats and icing I think.  Of course it was on a cake. The cake was delicious. But I don’t know if we are going to eat the plane I am pretty sure we won’t.

While we were at my grandma’s and grandpa’s we played some pool, drove around the go cart and the golf cart. We also played some badminton and played with my aunts dogs Oddella and old Jessey. We had some frisbee and football passing too, but that is not related to Thanksgiving.

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There are somethings I just can’t live without but thankful for them. I am very thankful for my friends because they are always there for me. These friends of mine can see my true colors. Also, I am thankful for family because they love me and take good care of me. I am thankful for just being fortunate enough to attend DA because it’s a great school. These are the most wonderful things in my life that I am thankful for and glad that I have.

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It is Halloween and you see many gouls and ghosts but something looks just a little out of place. So you decide to delve a little deeper in to this mystery (you have always been a one for mysteries). Slowly you creep up to the little man with the baggy pants and the black hat on his head and (being a curious person) you pop up in front of the little man and gently poke at this weird persons face and the person who you now realize is a girl gives you a weird look and starts to walk away with her friends. I am proud to say this little man is me.

For Halloween I dressed up as world famous Charlie Chaplin. Charlie Chaplin was a movie genius and though he had an irascible personality he always seemed to hit the funny bone in everyone. For my costume I went to good will and found some baggy pants and a white shirt. I got a good mustache (100% hair…ewww) and some white makeup. Put it all together and voila a Charlie Chaplin (almost).

I am not nearly as good as Charlie Chaplin but hey I got some weird kid to poke my face maybe I am the tiniest bit successful.

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Magic is every where you cannot hear and can not be seen,

but you feel it in the breeze and in the rustles of the trees.

Magic turns and drifts away,

Never knowing where it will go next

People may just want it to stay, but it never goes their way,

This magic always has special effects but it’s complex,

Magic is in our heart,

In the air we breath,

There is just one thing we don’t know about magic,

Is where it might be?????

It’s just tragic!

That’s just magic.

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