Sunday, April 12, 2015


Why do people feel the need to do something that they know will either very quickly kill them or hurt them, or slowly eat them from the inside out? I'll tell you why, to feel something, so many days pass by, with around the same actions taken everyday for most of our surreal lives. Wake up, get dressed for the day, work or school, get home, do something small and insignificant for the rest of the day until bedtime, then it starts over again. Our lives are so boring we thrive on change, adventure, or even a bit of a rush. We express this through the media, movies and books are an escape. Art work shows the vulnerability in a persons mind. 

Everyone is vulnerable but finding a way to feel safe is the best you can do. So when the right time came around she put that first cigarette to her lips and she fell in love. She loved the way she carried it between her lips, the slight angle giving it an effort to look cooler. She loved the smell, and the feeling of her tongue rub against the filter. When she would light it her first inhale was always the best sensation, the mix of warmth from the quietly lit cigarette and cool winter air, she would feel it in her throat, down to her chest, then in her lungs. The breath after that would be tunneled with cool air and the fumes from the cigarette still lingering in her body. She felt alive. 

When she smoked she made sure to do it while in the most stressful situations, she would stop everything, and she would walk to her car and she would drive for hours. She didn't have a destination, driving made her feel free, and escape from reality. She would light one in her car with the windows down and the music up. The highways winding up and down the hills of the redwoods, the freeways with three lanes and she would only stay in the fast one, going 80 in a 65. Her car would bonce with every uneven curve in the road. 1, 2, 3 cars she passes and for what? Living. By about the forth inhale she was feeling it, it was explainable. Like a really nice minute long headache. She felt she was floating, like she was gliding, or flying. The high speeds, she knew would kill her if she crashed, but she did care. Driving with a cigarette in her mouth was the only thing she did to feel significant. She felt safe in and insane, and unpredictable life. She felt something unexplained. 

Blog review on my own blog.

Writing a blog review about your blog is a hard thing to do because visiting your blog every other day, its hard to refresh it. Its nothing like discovering a new blog, something your eyes have never laid on, something fresh that new information can come from. Information never heard or processed by your brain. Visiting something every other day makes the thing you love or are inspired by almost boring.

One topic, accidentally one paragraph written over and over, with different words to change the feeling of the blog. Writing about Chernobyl was and still is the best thing to write about for me, something with a lot of mystery behind it and not a lot of explanation. Something that helped mold how we thought and experiment with nuclear powers. There have been books, movies, and articles weather it be online of in a paper, that you could find almost everything about the whole topic in one sitting. I would say my blog is interesting, and informative. I have articles about where can you find radiation, and what radiation is the most harmful and what can sometimes block you from the radiation. I've written articles about places with radiation and even some articles about the history of the "duck and cover" method and how to protect yourself from an earthquake.

Reviewing my blog, I could change the focus way earlier than I did, I would have more informative posts about questions that my blog readers would like to ask, and I would defiantly write more short fictional stories.

What i enjoyed the most about this project is the fictional story that I could write. Writing a heart warming story about a man that had lived through the Chernobyl blast and is now looking back on his life remembering the blast and being happy with it cause he actually felt something.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

How many people died on site and how many people died due to cancer? How much radiation did one person get, on average? When did this disaster take place? These are just some of the questions that I would like to know when learning more about Chernobyl.

During the blast itself a total of 31 people had died, you would think that a disaster that big would have taken more lives. It was said to believe that close to 200,000 emergency workers, 116,000 evacuees and 270,000 residents of the most contaminated areas were effected by the nuclear meltdown. Among those were people called liquidators, in charge of staying back and trying to help put the fires out and cool down the reactors. There were an estimated total of 240,000 liquidators killed due to radiation.

On average the levels of radiations were 33 mSv, which is a very high dosage of radiation. The children in the town or near by the town of Chernobyl, who had contact with animal products and plants that showed some trace of radiation, were likely to get thyroid cancer. when people breathed in the radiation the exposure from the radon may have lead to lunge cancer for many of the people who lived near the disaster.

When did this disaster take place? On April 26, 1989 at 1:23 am the disaster hit, leaving hundreds of people to die and to evacuate there homes,  leave over night. I could never image the level of pain that they had to go through to leave there homes and go to an unknown place with no money, no extra close and no means of transportation.