Cloned beef

My first reaction to the idea of cloned beef was one of utter revolt. For some peculiar reason, six out of ten react the same way I do. If one were to think of cloned beef literally, it is no different than the cow it was cloned from. If people ate the original beef, eating the cloned beef would be exactly the same. Same smell, taste, texture, etc. So why do we have such negative feelings towards cloned beef?
I suppose it's the thought of "machine-made" and "unnatural" products that comes into mind. The immediate reflex is to believe that there's something wrong with unnatural things. It seems that a steak of cloned beef just wouldn't seem as tasty and as juicy as one would want it anymore. But that is not the case for it has been approved.
This issue leaves one wondering whether to change the view of things or whether it is an issue worth pondering. However, I would never eat one strip of cloned beef. It's genes are just too perfect. I apologize in advance to those who feel that cloned beef could save the economy but believe me, it won't. People don't want to eat cloned beef. They want genuine beef because that's what tickles their senses when they see the bloody, juicy slab of beef on the dinner table. It's quite sadistic, why make it worse?
Don't eat cloned beef :]

Ackward moments

After the not so successful music recital on friday, it seems like my relationship with my accompanist suddenly dissolved and now there's this stupid ackwardness that I hate. I hate it when you have a bad experience with someone and then suddenly because of that awful event, there's a wall that simulates between you and that person. And then worse, you still have to work with that person, there's no end to it. So...what can you do? You just keep on going. It seems naturalism plays quite a role in my world. What with the computers and these stupid feelings overwhelming my life. How do you overcome ackwardness you ask? You can't. It's just there and you just have to deal with it. How very sad. And then you realize you're controlled by your feelings. It's a very depressing thing.
Just remember not to eat twinkies. They will add to your depression if you do.

Damn technology

This morning I felt obligated to finish the english essay that was due yesterday at 9:00 pm. It was about the Sheikh's role in The Thief and the Dogs. Fun stuff. Naturally, it took me about 1.5 hours to write a solid 3 paragraphs and I was content enough to finish it up with a witty conclusion. But NOO, fate just had to twist its turn as mark came in wanting to use my printer. He plugged in his USB and then my word document disappeared. OH MY GOSH! Where did it go? I still couldn't register the fact that all the work that I had put into those few paragraphs had just gone to waste. I was sad, frustrated, and mostly angry at my brother for having plugged in his usb and he was unfortunate because I needed someone to blame. It was actually the damn computer's fault. Why did it just disappear like that? Sometimes the computer seems to have a life of its own. When it doesn't want to cooperate it most gladly does just that. So...the file was gone. What could do? I had to start ALL OVER again attempting to churn up what I had just written and edited. You would think typing an essay on the computer would save you time but you never know, man, you never know.