Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Tipping the scales of fate




Intelligent or not intelligent is the question at hand , and I am on a  problem solving quest to get to the bottom of it.
The questions are hard, but to answer requires a lot of brains. but beware not to tip the scales of fate! Katie left us to ponder these questions and decide which side we think person should go on, if they are  intelligent or if they are not.There was one question that got me stumped. it was this 
''If a person who can read but struggles with writing does it mean that he is not gifted? What do you think?

bye for now , Joey

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Cain's Arcade


Cellotape, cardboard and your imagination are all you need to make an arcade as I was shown today with this inspiring documentary called ''Caine's Arcade''. In this movie I was shown that you don't have to have a lot of money to have a great time. 

Caine started out with one game and it just snowballed into about ten arcade games altogether. In LA where Caine lived no-one was interested in playing Caine's homemade arcade, but by a strange circumstances a film maker came to Caine's dads shop for a door handle for his car and he saw Caine's arcade. He got a fun pass which allowed him to play for 500 turns for only $2.00. this film maker decided to make a movie about Cain. He posted it on Youtube and within 24 hours it got 3,0000 page views.  I think that Cain's is a very gifted individual don't you? 


yours truly, Joey

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Music to my ears

The tinkle of the piano, the  splash of the harp and the strum of the guitar  as it fills the room, this is music at it's best. I can hear a semibreve, shortly followed by two minims. Two bars later four crotchets and eight quavers.I can imagine Bark playing this melodic tune. I heard when he mourned and I mourned with him, when he was joyous I was joyous aswell. I knew that this was going to be something that would interest an individual like myself. Music makes me happy and something that I hopefully will keep up for a long time. 



Until next time, Joey.