Protect San Diego’s Beaches

Independent Project: Protect San Diego’s Beaches

Location: San Diego, CA

Digital Tools Utilized:

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YouTube: for publication
Google: for researching information/pictures

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Sources:

ABC 10: http://www.10news.com/news/san-diego-among-most-ozone-polluted-cities-in-us

San Diego Coastkeeper: http://www.sdcoastkeeper.org/learn/fishable/marine-debris/data-from-san-diego-beach-cleanups

Script:

So I’m sure you’ve heard of the idyllic San Diego. Beautiful beaches, stellar weather, chilled out surfers, you name it. Having the privilege of living here for the past five months, I can definitely attest to that stereotype. Hands down, it’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been to. I literally feel like I’m stepping into a Hollywood film every time I fall asleep on the powdery white sand. But what if I told you that these beaches are becoming so filthy that one day, that once venerated paradise, could become too toxic to step foot in?

It’s real though. The “doomsday scenario” has become more than something out of a video game. According to the local news station, ABC 10, San Diego is one of the “most ozone polluted” cities in the United States with 28 unhealthy air days every year. Now, if you remember the cycle of how rain works, air and water go hand in hand. That pollution from the air condenses, becomes rain, and guess where it goes?! Yes, those beautiful beaches we see on Grandma’s postcard collection.

Constant tourism, though brilliant for the local economy, has posed problems for beaches. According to the San Diego Coastkeeper, a local nonprofit dedicated to cleaning up the city’s beaches, almost 82,000 pounds of debris have been removed since its inception in 2007. Let me ask you, would your community like 82,000 pounds of plastic and cigarettes in their backyards? I’m sure we all know the answer to that.

The next time you consider dumping your trash, please take into account that your negligence or apathy does not justify the history and richness our beaches give to us every single day. If our beaches go, so does our economy, our lifestyle, and honestly, the reason why many of us choose to move and visit this piece of heaven in the first place. Think about the already growing problem with environmental degradation of once pristine places in the world. As a resident and as a human being, the last thing I want to do is swim is filth. So yeah, that one plastic bottle does matter.

 

The Three Elements of Inspiration

As I transgress through a person’s blog or website, I always wonder what goes through their mind and/or soul as they post their content on the media. I mean, what inspires anyone? We see all types of aspiring and accomplished creative minds from all sides of the spectrum, and honestly, this diversity of thought is paramount in our perennial evolution. For any content creators—aspiring, professional, and amateur—that are searching for fuel to get your engines going, I’ve developed three elements that you can consider before you take the big leap into the virtual world—come on, you guys got this!

Step One: Authenticity

Nothing’s worse than a creative piece or webpage with zero personality, no matter what you write. I remember attending a class in NYC going over the elements of creative fiction, and in one occasion, I remember a student saying to not become emotionally attached to a particular idea—I couldn’t have disagreed more. This doesn’t only apply to writing though. If you’re going to create your own website for a business, a how to, etc., don’t be afraid to show who you are in the process! Think about it for a second, when you go out to eat somewhere, do you want to pay $50 for real dishes or frozen imitations? Obviously, it’s going to be different for everyone, but again, if your website resembles a Wikipedia page, I think it’s a good time to reconsider if you care enough about what you’re doing at all.

Step Two: Choose Your Words Wisely

Take the rambling drunk at your local bar only that it’s someone’s blog taking multiple pages to explain a tangent that’s completely irrelevant with the point they’re trying to get across. Don’t lie; all of us have been victims of that in one way or another, especially when we get too lost in our own thoughts. Whenever you find yourself doing that, bring yourself back to the central question—am I the only one who’s going to read this? The days of writing 100,000 word blogs, with exceptions, are becoming scarcer. People in our generation want the scoop of what you’re saying much quicker than any before, so if you want your writing/website to reach a wider audience, efficiency is key.

Step Three: Be Flexible

When creating something, I like to think about it as going down a street you’ve never been on. You never know what you’re going to find down that block if you don’t take a stroll. I mean hey, what do you have to lose? If you currently see yourself experiencing a blockage or you’re dissatisfied with your work, don’t be afraid to start fresh. I understand it’s frustrating leaving the comfort zone, but it’s vital in order to make your presence known. If you deem that old piece or website beyond reparation, there’s always something, no matter how small, that’s salvageable enough to use in whatever creative endeavor you see yourself in next, but if there’s really nothing, move on.

Final Thoughts

YOU have the power in your hands to create the best website, to be the best writer, to be an online business tycoon. I could go on forever about the countless disenchanted folks I’ve encountered that grow skeptical about their ability to succeed as creative geniuses. It’s heartbreaking, seriously. So whenever you descend into that headspace next time, keep your eye your vision—you’ll thank yourself when you do.

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My Introduction

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Hey, how’s it going guys? My name’s Gus. I’m currently in San Diego, California, but I’m originally from Long Island, New York. This past year, I’ve pretty much been traveling all over. I finally followed my dream of moving to the west coast, and I started off in Seattle for six months. Managed to see Canada, which is awesome because I haven’t been out of the country in years. And then, around the end of October I ended up moving down to Portland for a few days, but it didn’t work out. So I asked my friend, I was like, “What if I ended up going to California tomorrow? What if?” My friend didn’t believe me, but then, the next day I ended up throwing all my stuff in, and then moving down the coast. I stopped in a bunch of great cities, and I’ve been in San Diego ever since.

In regards to what I’m studying, I’m doing a Cultural Studies degree with an emphasis on journalism and new media. I just feel that the way the world’s going on right now, a lot of people want to get their stories heard, so I feel like it’s a great opportunity to, you know, really connect with others. Some of my favorite hobbies are photography, writing, traveling, and basically open to anything that anyone wants to share. I really hope that this is going to be a great semester and good luck to all of you.

Down by the Beach

I lay dumbfounded on the rippled layers of soft earth beneath my temple. The royal mountains, guardians of the fragile civilization at their base, quietly stare back with a certainty that touches the untouched. It’s a beautiful feeling to be honest. That bliss that caresses the deepest crevice of your soul, the part that wants to feel connected with the elements. Why is humanity so disconnected to that feeling? I wish there were a light switch—or some other Edison-like creation—that would be able to electrify everyone’s heart. Some magic pill that would enlighten the world in a direction that would entice even the most disoriented frequencies to embrace the bounty in front of them. It goes beyond the one night stand, the morning coffee, or the mundane routines of a job above the poverty line. It’s that wordless emotion that has the power to embellish the shades of gray society has confined us to—nature is our mother Earth’s love.

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Symbiosis

An endless provocation of thoughts,
a rat’s endless race on the wheel
Disoriented, yet the sun’s rays penetrating my soul
no destination, abundant dreams
The universe has her ways pulling me to the abstract
no black, no white
An endless array of beauty.

A Missed Flight

Stranded. I mean, depends on how you look at it. Today’s the day I officially become a real adult and make altering decisions I assume. The internal jubilance for this newly found freedom overshadows the accruing recycled bags under my eyes. I mean hey, I look like shit, but still have the good spirit to not freak the fuck out when most people would have lost it by now. So, back to that seven-letter word—stranded. I felt stranded. Like my bright green Amazonian in his dim green cell, or a murderer on death row reminiscing happier times; both have the desire to fly. Leave all the commodities of a mere existence in captivity. Aimless travelers drift through the barren halls, and I only wonder if they feel the same flame burning deep in their gold embroidered chamber. Going on a plane is the closest form of flying we have, but knowing that when you step out that accordion-like maze, the external essence of the atmosphere is the turn of a new page at the very least. Who knows what this “city of roses” will bring. Hopefully, I’ll be happy to bloom among them

Introspection

 

A casual Sunday afternoon. The miniature playhouse filled with relics of an ancient epoch where the heart was permitted to speak. The sky, endless as the effortless tributaries of light, smiles back in my direction—freedom is a comforting hearth.

Being cut off from the grid of modernity, my intrapersonal attributes allow themselves to flow. You could say it’s my perception of evolution so to speak, especially at an age where social media and technology is the brain that dictates the human soul. The battle of existential crises is one that slowly becomes a war between development and survival; this is something I mediate between every day. It’s quite a disheartening feeling to witness the disconnection of humans from their holistic nature. However, as cliché as it sounds, an opportunity comes from every crisis. It takes a true catalyst—someone who hasn’t lost his or her soul—to enlighten the downtrodden. It’s the only way to create a gradual evolution; one that transcends the coldness of hard logic and the emptiness of the human heart. I realized that in order to achieve this wholeness, a release of past facades and co dependence is vital. One cannot realize his or her true essence if they are running off the agendas of others who they believe have the answer to it all. Find the power within your core and follow it endlessly—it all lies in the palm of your hands.

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What’s Your Core?

 We can never stop researching, especially when it leads each of us down an enlightening path of self discovery. Ever since I laid eyes on it, I couldn’t help but to steer my attention at the Riso and Hudson’s Enneagram. I personally it find hard to define, for these nine levels of personal awareness could be anything your heart, mind, and/or soul desires. Riso and Hudson describe as it that “hunch,” or virtual void in one’s soul that takes a whole lifetime to diligently fill.

What I find the most interesting is that this concept, much like the human mind, is on a constant evolution. You embody every type to a certain extent, however,  one of the nine essences will be at your core. If you share the same interest of discovering your hidden potentials and wish to create a sense of it all, the Enneagram becomes your trusted guide in digging through all the bullshit. The emotion you will feel while reading through each of  these will bring up familiar scenarios, some more comforting than others. It’s almost as if your reading some bestseller with the sole difference that you’re the main protagonist. I mean, come on, wouldn’t you be pretty thrilled by that? Along with a link, I’ll give you a little walkthrough with each of the types, along with a fair share of insight as to other theories related to the Enneagram. I genuinely hope this helps anyone out there, for it sure answers many questions kept on a limbo for most of our lives. Good luck and happy soul searching!

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people. – Carl Jung 


The Nine Cores: 

Type One, The Idealist: I would say that this type is one that loves perfection and idealism. They are driven, and you could say that their lives are based around a sense of loftiness and an upright demeanor that can alter the energies of others. Ones need to be careful to not come on too rigid with their lifestyles and opinions, for not everyone can have the same sense of direction that they were born with. Repression and moderating oneself is also big with this core essence.

Type Two, The Helper: These individuals are some of the biggest sweethearts you’ll ever meet. Always receptive and ready to help those in need, you can see them doing a lot for their communities, their families, and at their core, this love is what they desire in return. Many times, you’ll find them overextending themselves with others, and could become frustrated with themselves and those who they help when they do not receive the appreciation they believe they deserve. Manipulation and controlling  attitudes can become a habit when they’re in an unhealthy level.

Type Three, The Achiever: These are a handful of  your celebrities, CEOs, and politicians. Always aspiring to be the best in whatever they choose to do in life, a Three will overachieve, and honestly, they won’t hesitate to do it with style. With a lavish eye, you’ll see these individuals dress for success. However, on their average to unhealthy levels, they have a tendency to deceive. Like foxes duping their prey, a three may have a tendency to become amorphous, seamlessly blending in to achieve their path to success or oversell their perceived attributes and accomplishments. Narcissism and psychosis is common during the unhealthiest phases of this type.

Type Four, The Individualist: This type has a special place in my heart. The reason being is that these folks have the special ability to express their authenticity in the purest of forms. They desire to make their own mark on the world whether it be through art, music, writing, etc. Although reserved and considering themselves ‘outsiders’, their inner world is often a fantastic realm of magic, beauty, and sorrow all in one. As like the other eight essences, there is one major downfall to them–the Oedipus complex. They will harbor negative emotions to  those who they believe are doing better in life. Their emotions will wreak havoc on their souls in the more unhealthy levels, causing them to lash out at those closest to them, while simultaneously seeking that “savior” to come and liberate them from the madness they are undergoing. Depression, dependency, and loneliness is common for them if they are not kept in check.

Type Five, The Intellect: I would definitely call them your brilliant minded scientists, theorists, or simply those who have an insatiable taste for knowledge and curiosity about the world. To them, it is not so much about their human connections, making them seem a bit detached, especially when they are working on a topic of interest for an extended period of time. They have the ability to accomplish much in the world, and truly bring something innovative to our society. With so much knowledge, they may struggle with a sense of apathy and nihilism, which in turn can lead  to their fear of becoming useless to humanity. Their competence will go unnoticed, furthering them into an endless stream of isolation from the outer world.

Type Six, The Loyalist: This type is one that puts security and association as the top of their priority list. To them, stability is key, and many of their decisions are made keeping this concept in mind. They are extremely loyal and committed to whatever cause or person they devote themselves to, making this essence one of the most reliable ones in the Enneagram. This enhanced skepticism gives these folks a knack for problem solving, truly benefiting those who have the fortune to get to know them. However, the dark side of this type can take their same skills and turn it against them. That same commitment and loyalty will transform them into paranoid, rebellious skeptics whose self-doubt has taken a hold of their psyche. They will question everything, and in their eyes, their whole world becomes a huge “code red.”

Type Seven, the Enthusiast: Absolutely love their zest for life. These souls simply have a hunch for adventure, holding it close to their hearts. They are creative, fast moving, and smelling the roses in the vase? Nah, they’re down to run across the field collecting every kind of flower instead. Generally outgoing, the sevens will stop at nothing to lighten up your day. While other types will take things one step at a time, the seven acts with uncanny swiftness, seeing every positive opportunity that they can enjoy and relish, at least until the next one comes up. Are you seeing a pattern here? Despite their open ended approach, sevens run the risk of becoming burnt out through overstimulation, or when they feel deprived, excessively reliant on physical material acquisition in order to compensate.

Type Eight, The Challenger: The hulk of the enneagram, hands down. These people will not shy away from something that most will find too overwhelming to tackle. Their energies are felt in the environment, your typical head of the house, business, community, etc.. Eights are badass in the sense that they will push until they get what they long for, and at the end of the day, everything will go well so long as they run the show. As we all know, life has its turns and we may lose grip of it from time to time, and that is something that will drive type eight to run straight against the Mississippi River’s current. As this happens, one will start to see these folks’ insecurity come to a surface, especially with the enhanced force the eight creates in their environment in the first place. Intimidation is taken as a tactic and their tempers deteriorate with the slightest stint of disagreement from their associates.

Type Nine, The Peacemaker: Also known as the “Crown” of the Enneagram, the Nine is the most all-encompassing essence of the nine types. Like Fours, they have a rich internal world, but do not possess the envious nature that they may harbor. Like Sevens, they have the thirst for adventure close to their heart, and will be open to countless opportunities that come their direction. But that’s the nine for you. Openness and receptivity is a great way to define these individuals. Lovers and dreamers, a nine just looks for the best way to achieve a complete peace at mind, tranquility and white clouds penetrating the deepest crannies of their heart, mind, and soul. Striving for balance and positivity in their lives, they have a tendency to hold a large portion of their identity at bay, mainly because of their extreme dislike of conflict and criticism. That’s because of their desire to make their environments a free flow, rather than a murky puddle. They do have a tendency to deny reality, often retreating into their dreamlike world, well after their life’s problems have flown off the handle. To them, everything’s going to be okay, so at least they hope. As they grow unhealthy, so does their desire to completely escape. They become so lost in their heads that it’s almost as if they left their body completely. Hollowness and catatonia become the new standard for them. Comfortably numb.

Ready to find out what your type is? Here’s a couple of references if you’re interested in discovering a little bit more about yourself! Have fun with it 🙂

The Fun Test (Recommended)

The Simple Version (A short assessment, basic type revealed)

Basic Type, Wings, Instinctual Variant (Complete Overview)

Enneagram to a New Level (In Depth)


Wings, Instinctual Variants & Tritypes

For every main type you receive, unless in rare cases, you are often gifted with one adjacent wing from another type. This wing is almost like your pulling factor that affects your decisions and almost enhances your essence one way or another.

Three variants (sexual, social, self preservation) are immersed in our core essences, each of which will play a role in our lives at some point. If your sexual variant is the strongest, you desire intense connections and experiences. Social variants are a friendlier and more compliant in their demeanor. They want to be liked and appreciated among their community and those around them. Self preservation is all about acquiring the necessary comforts to survive and live well. They are more into indulging the senses and care more about their security than the other two variants.

As for a tritype, you’re born with a core essence in each center: feeling, thinking, and gut. With that, depending on your environment, both internal and external, you will go to your respected type and have the potential to combine the three and with that, create a unique essence.

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There’s Not Enough

August 3, 2015:

I have a tendency to sit and observe the world with open eyes, and nah, I don’t believe in taking things at face value. Even the smallest microcosm has a story. Why it’s there, how it impacts everything on a greater scale, so on, and so forth. We live in a generation where that new tv, the Iphone 6s, or the latest edition of Kanye’s clothing line is among our  top priority. You say we need a 40′ inch, yet we have a house to maintain, people to feed, adventures to be had. In our culture, it is never enough. It’s not that small microcosm, it’s that expensive Porsche. Not that kiss on the hand, but an unwearable diamond ring estimated at $4 million. People become numbers. Feelings become items. What about taking a breath and seeing those around you? That young woman sitting on the corner of 34th with the uncertainty of receiving a hot meal? Or that older couple who did everything for their children, only to be felt devoid of that same love in a lifeless nursing home. There’s more than enough items in our world. An abundance of technology. Artillery. Violence. Fights. Competition. But our world has to realize that the one thing we do not have enough of is the one thing we need the most. Love for one another. We can wait another day for the coach bag, yet that destitute individual on the street may not have a place to call home. We are expanding our living spaces, yet an increasing population of working folk are being taken away from their one story paradise. See where I’m getting at? Make a difference, show compassion. There’s never enough of that no matter what event unfold in our physical world.

Pardon the Delay: The Heart of the Worker

August 3, 2015:

7:37 AM. Damn, how in the world will I get to work on time? I just got out of the previous one no more than fifteen minutes ago. I know it’s not my fault, but who the fuck is going to explain that to my supervisor? I can already hear the condescending droll in the back of my mind, “You are a waste of money. I have 300 other men that can take your place. Where’s your mind, Ethan? Don’t you care? I’m sure your family’d be pissed that Friday’s paycheck’s gonna be the last in years.” And the pleading begins, only to be shut down by, “Fuck off and don’t waste my time.”  Generic answer for the even more generic worker ant I presume. Guess it was another day. Another emotionally draining black and white day of basic survival. But today is a different story. I am sure of it. I punch out of the dull grey apparatus at five o clock prompt, only to speed in my jalopy down the greyed and blacked commuter freeway. Left on Rogue. North on the turnpike for 30 miles. And voila, the smell of rank disposables clutch the air like smogs clog the sun. The other half of my existence. Without an utterance, the obese rice ball in a suit points to my section. I open it, and there they are. Mounds of old toys, appliances, and any other refuse for me to carry from one side of the yard to the other. Load. Unload. Load. Unload. No benefits for me, just your usual $400, if you’re lucky. Sometimes eight hours, sometimes 12. Three days and less than an hour of sleep. I guess this is happiness for you. The daily struggle to one day find that shred of happiness. It is 8:01 now, haven’t left. And you know what? Pardon the fucking delay.