Here is a part of the Crack. I am almost done, but this part is almost a story in itself...

As I bit in to my prosciutto and swiss cheese sandwich, I started to imagine Lee Cot and how he was a mystic cowboy, and how he really could leave his body and move onto different dimensions of time. Lee Cot was really my desire to exceed the body, to go beyond it and through it: he was my space-time continuum. While I thought about this, my mouth was full of pure deliciousness and yuminess as I took the most mouth-watering bight of my classic sandwich. It is a simple fact of life that while extravagant is always preferred, simple things can be just as rich and contentful, just like my meat and cheese sandwich.

I was tasting that very bight in my mouth, that only my toung could taste, and yet my mind, which is in this very body, was contemplating about my character, and yet my mouth was urging to take another bight. And what struck me was that all of this was happening at once. Am I in two places right now because this is happening all at once? Or is it all one? Can I actually affect a faraway space with my thought? Or can only Lee cot, my very own telekinetic cowboy, do that?

And there, during that bight, between the black bread in my mouth and the thoughts in my mind, in this reflection of Lee Cot, it was; all the arguments about art, science, technology, math, of progress: all the dialectics of life in the character of Lee Cot. And so I thought; black and white, big and small, soft and hard, high and low, rationality and intuition were all false dichotomies. There was no body separate from spirit. It was just body-spirit. All the things that had been separated out for us to understand things, all this separating was false. It is what you make of it, not of what the average everyday person thinks, because there is no average everyday person, because every average everyday person is there own self, and no two self’s are the same. And Lee Cot would be my fictional construction that allowed me to go beyond rational thinking, to be both in the body and in the waves of time itself.

And the treasure that he would discover would be the understanding of this.

In French class at school, we have pen-pals (all the way in France). We had to write letters about the holidays to them. I wrote mine on the computer, then decorated them further:

I just finished practicing my piano.
Tonight was one of those nights: the music truly came alive.
I felt it so strongly: like it was me.
I probably played this small, 4 measure part about 37 times. Really.
But the thing was: it really felt so good.

I have always wanted to be able to decorate a tree, let alone something, for the holidays.
My dad always says I am persistant, and pretty much I am. I made it happen for myself.

We celebrate Hannukah. It's tons of fun, what with the presents, games, candles and all. But I always wanted to have something big, like a christmas tree. So my mom, brother, and I started to build a gigantic menorah! It was mainly my idea, but they helped make the finishing touches.
We first built the base, a triangle shaped big wedge of cardboard, and then made the base of the candles, which was to lay on top of the triangle shaped base. Then, we made candles: big towers (made of cups) with colourful stripes of duct tape. My brother and I stuck them in. We haven't made the middle candle, the shammash, yet. We are waiting for some special materials.

I decorated it: one side with paper colored snow flakes, one side with a duct tape quilt, and on the other side, my brother and I wrote all the names of people who are important in our lives. It's pretty stunning.

And, like there's santa, we are even thinking of making a hannukah monster/person or something!

Happy early holidays!

Hearing; listening; speaking: that is learning. From reading, picking up conversations, conversing and talking with people, that is how idea's spark and begin to evolve.
Yesterday, I went to TEDyouth. Have you ever heard a TED talk, or watched one online? Well, they made a program for kids, and I had to enter an application and I got accepted.
Tons of kids, from all around New York, attended. It was all about getting kids feedback and what kids think, and we got to listen to some adults speak on a topic they focus on. For example, there was a mathematician trying to teach us that you can use math and numbers to figure out life equations, like do I need to study for a test or can I goof off? It was really funny.
Another person just gave a talk through questions, all of his questions about life and himself, and questions that were unanswered. Asking questions that don't have definite answers let you explore the endless posibillities of "answers", and what "can" and "can't" be. And he showed that through various animations and cartoons.
Anyway, my point is that listening to other people's ideas and building off of them is really fun, and is a way to learn: what other way is there to discover than to do?

My school, ms. 51, mixes in a lot of art projects with as our school work. I have that a lot in French. We had to make a cartoon within the second week of school, so there are some mistakes, but here is mine:

What I did today; November 8th, 2011
-Go to orthodontist and get two more brackets.
-Go to Mira's brithday party and bob for apples
(+get soaked)
-Have a very comforting conversation with my father.