Costco The lighting is bright the sound is loud and the food is good. Suddenly my brain is overwhelmed with distractions. I immediately begin to observe my obscure surroundings. I spot a couch that is empty and for sale, i then proceed to sit down and begin taking notes. I hear noise from all directions while at the same time i am being blasted by big warehouse lights blaring into my eyes like fire. Quickly looking away i ponder how that huge bright, aggressive light started as an idea and had to grow through society is progressing. All of my senses are going at the same time. My nose twitches at the smell of freshly baked bread ,mixed with the toxic smell of raw fish from the deli. The smell of rubber and new clothes seems to engross my …show more content…
My ears have no peace. I noticed and twitch my head at the slightest whisper. But in costco silence is just a thought. I can hear the constant beeping from the registers, the crying baby on aisle 4 and loud obnoxious sound of the blender from the vitamix boutique. The ear piercing reverse beep from the pitchfork cars moving grocery items across the store meshing imperfectly with sound of talk that never ends. I feel a cool breeze creeping down my neck from the freezer room and pull my jacket over my head. There is no silence and there is no peace. There is mayhem in all directions and unforgettable sights to be seen. The sound of a baby dropping his mother's phone catches my attention, the mother realizes her phone is cracked while another family to my right argues over a bag of chips like the world is going to end. There is no rest as though Costco will run out of food. There is no silence as though one must talk to pick a loaf of bread and there is no harmony as everyone speaks at the same time on totally …show more content…
I am forced to eat my dinner outside at the table. As I sit outside i decide it is peaceful enough to make some observations for this essay. As i look out into my backyard i see complete darkness the only light is the light shining in from the house and the bright, warm, and white light glowing off the circular moon. I feel a cool breeze that chills my neck, I pull my jacket up over my neck and take a sip of my warm hot chocolate i made inside. As i observe our _____ tree in my backyard i can hear the faint rustling of leaves and see them twitching on the tree. I can only see a silhouette of the branches in front of the moon. But this is all i needed to see, i felt content. I can hear a faint howl of a neighbor's dog and quit a sound of my own dogs paws walking on the cement. As i glance up towards the black thin telephone wire i see a small innocent creature running along the wire. SIlently it scatters over the tree and leaps onto the tree without a noise. It was a rat making its way around without a single noise. The beauty of the silence this rat maintained is un describable. Suddenly i am hit with another gentle cool breeze causing my feet and toes to feel stiff. I rest my foot on the cold hard cement. Despite the cement being uncomfortable i feel secure and safe. The cement feels unbreakable and strong even in the dark of the night. I head inside to rinse my dish immediately upon entering my house
In Orfield Laboratories, Minnesota there exists a room known as an anechoic chamber. Anechoic means free from echoes, the room measures at -9 decibels. 45 minutes marks the longest time anyone has spent in there alone. Lacking outside noises, the quietude of the room allows those inside to hear their own internal organs; occasionally hallucinations occur. The chamber amplifies an unknown fear, dead silence and extreme loneliness. Like many things, silence has a multitude of advantages, but extreme silence can prove devastation. In Chaim Potok’s The Chosen silence as a theme demonstrates destructivity. Devastation caused by silence is shown through Reb’s parenting methods, Danny’s silence between his father, and Reuven’s various experiences with silence.
Which one is better Buy Now: Wal-Mart Stores, Inc. vs. Costco Wholesale Corporation? Costco is doing better, but Wal-Mart stock is much inexpensive. Which one is a better buy right now? Here are two different retailers with two different strategies. The alternative norms are that Costco operations are entirely based on the warehouse model and membership fees offer customer more of an economic advantage to customers than Wal-Mart everyday low prices and flexible payment with suppliers. My objective is to analyze the two retail giants’ methodology to satisfy and maintain customer although that I anticipate Wal-Mart’s to be a better buy than Costco because of the gargantuan scale of Wal-Mart has constructed its commerce on saving the customer
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
...ldings with zillion products we can select from. There must be a place where we can get the goods, it is fantastic that we also can relax, listen music, meet a friend, and enjoy ourselves there. However we, the clients must be aware of the fact, that those places are gigantic, war arenas where our minds are under siege, where our brains may be attacked by subconscious contents, that those palaces are really full of hidden suggestion traps. This is the full package. Don DeLillo in his novel states, that we easily become victims of massive number of commercials, and salesmen, whose job is to guide us “to endless well-being” (83). From the well-trained specialist we hear: what we want to wear, eat, listen, read, and this is the time when we truthfully die. We die as a separate, unique, valuable unit, in order to become subscriber to the “noises from the tiers” (84).
The smell at Tim Horton’s has always set me off. There is something about that blend of coffee and chemicals from the cleaning products that makes me want to leave the place as soon as I get there. Tim Horton’s is unfortunately Nicolas’ favorite place in Saint-Bruno. It’s also the only place opened after 10 pm, so I can’t suggest hanging out somewhere else.
As the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, penetrating the dark, soft light illuminates the mist rising up from the ground, forming an eerie, almost surreal landscape. The ground sparkles, wet with dew, and while walking from the truck to the barn, my riding boots soak it in. The crickets still chirp, only slower now. They know that daytime fast approaches. Sounds, the soft rustling of hooves, a snort, and from far down the aisle a sharp whinny that begs for breakfast, inform me that the crickets are not the only ones preparing for the day.
Upon arrival into the jungle of vast buildings, the first thing noticed is the mobbed streets filled with taxi cabs and cars going to and fro in numerous directions, with the scent of exhaust surfing through the air. As you progress deeper into the inner city and exit your vehicle, the aroma of the many restaurants passes through your nostrils and gives you a craving for a ?NY Hot Dog? sold by the street venders on the corner calling out your name. As you continue your journey you are passed by the ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking a Starbucks while enjoying the city. The constant commotion of conversing voices rage up and down the streets as someone calls for a fast taxi. A mixed sound of various music styles all band together to form one wild tune.
Summiting Me Mountains were easy to climb. I’d been on hikes before, and pain and fatigue weren’t problems. I knew I’d be on top of Mt. Hyndman by the end of the day, so why worry? We had gotten to the trailhead the previous night to the hike. My brother, father, and I, along with some cousins and uncles, were fatigued from the long drive and needed rest.
The tower of steps was now a steep cliff. At the end of the steps stood a tree covered in red and green electric lights that seemed so far away. She stepped down, one step at a time, shaking the railing, coming closer to the tree. The shiny nickels clanked in her pocket when she reached the cold pavement at the bottom of the stairs. She squinted and saw a yellow sign with red writing across the street that said “Jitney’s Drug Store”.
The grass is cool on my bare feet and I feel the summer breeze blow past me from the creek and across the cornfields. It travels into the woods and disappears past the dark trees. Each day I walk through my family's country property and connect to the nature around me in a way that is the closest to spirituality that I have ever experienced. I think about how much I appreciate the peacefulness of the birds and wind and how close I once was to losing my small Eden forever. I know now that the fight to protecting the natural world is never over and how imperative of a fight it is to pursue.
Wind sweeps a stray cloud across the sky, exposing half of a gray-mottled moon. It’s nine-thirty in the morning, and the moon looks like an island in a pellucid sea. Sitting in the mossy crook of a hickory tree, my legs dangle above the creek. A walnut leaf drifts past, on its way through the valley, destined for the river and finally the bay. For a moment, I think of taking off my sneakers and socks, rolling up my jeans, and dipping my toes into the soft silt lining the creek bed. The meandering stream is only shin-deep and with four strides I could sit on the other shore. In the October chill, however, I reconsider; instead, the smells - mud, fish, decaying leaves - intoxicate me.
Thus, was a warm and sunny day. The breeze hitting my face as if it were comforting me. I was down by the meadow in Salem, I took off my boots dipping my feet in the cool flowing river. I could see frogs and other animals enjoying the wonderful bright day. I saw my reflection in the river, When I saw a shadow in the water as if something was approaching me.
Underneath the functional surface is an undercurrent of excitement, anticipation, impatience, and boredom. I hear snippets of conversation from people passing me on their way to the next gate...
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
The coffee shop I decided to do my observation was the well known Starbucks just a couple blocks away. The reason I chose this coffee shop was because of it 's style inside, it attracted me. For example, one side of the wall has a glass top, and the lower part of the wall, made of wood and painted in a bright red color, which was one thing that attracted me and stood out. Outside of the shop people can actually see through the glass wall and get to see what’s happening inside of the coffeeshop. By the entrance you see these two red ceiling lamps which were shaped in a flower bud and these two tall green plants. Once you were in, on the right of the shop there was a counter with food and things to put in your drinks such as milk, sugar, chocolate, etc and the colors and how the food was displayed and served was appealing to my eyes. Behind that counter there was a long table with different electronic devices plugged into the wall. On the middle of the those there is a fridge just for ice and when I turned to the other side and I noticed a big menu on the wall. Further more into the shop, there was an area filled with tables, chairs, and sofas. The tables were in different shapes, one was round and the others rectangular, also there was four bamboo baskets and I looked around and noticed that the walls in that area were decorated with paintings.