The Modern Geek - changing the stereotype

Written by Brendan U.

The day of duck-taped glasses, suspenders and pocket-protectors are quickly fading away. It's getting harder to pickrepparttar geeks out ofrepparttar 136525 crowd.

Welcome torepparttar 136526 day ofrepparttar 136527 modern geek whererepparttar 136528 technically savvy not only embody intelligence but display an elegant blend of style and personality. They are less likely to be found atrepparttar 136529 bottom ofrepparttar 136530 social ladder but influential inrepparttar 136531 lives of millions by their very thoughts alone. They are more likely to design, develop and maintainrepparttar 136532 systems that impactrepparttar 136533 quality of life for so many.

For some,repparttar 136534 choices of runway model, professional athlete or pop singer were serious ones butrepparttar 136535 fascination with technology drives them to choose another path; these arerepparttar 136536 modern geeks. They are hidden amongrepparttar 136537 masses, only identifiable byrepparttar 136538 technology they carry buried amid their designer suits and attaché cases. The blackberry on their belt serving as a phone and providing access to all emails,repparttar 136539 internet, contact info and more. The portable music player inrepparttar 136540 shirt pocket that they use more as a backup disk than for music. An attaché case enclosing a laptop so powerfulrepparttar 136541 acronyms to describe it exist only inrepparttar 136542 world of geek speak. A brain so thirsty for knowledge it consumes all information inrepparttar 136543 vicinity only to hunger for more.


Written by Val K

"Teach them politics and war so their sons may study medicine and math in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music and architecture..." ---John Adams

A deep scar runs halfway across my chest and halfway across my face, from brow to lip, unpretty to look at, children cringe when they see me I amrepparttar stuff of their nightmares and for that I go concealed so that none may see me and fear.

I walk alone, sharing company withrepparttar 136524 winds at peace withrepparttar 136525 elements I am content, but I’m sad. The sadness, it sips through my hooded eyes it is a sadness from within for my physical scars are nothing compared to my scalded insides.

I am disillusioned by what I see why can’t people understand that their fellow human is a being just like them; not a thing.

I have walked through many wars carriedrepparttar 136526 infant fromrepparttar 136527 mother in a pool of red. I have walked through desolated plains with that infant, seeking to give it a home. That home I am yet to find. My eyes have dried up of tearsrepparttar 136528 iron clamps of not feeling closing in on my heart, internally mourning my colors have become gray as heavy as this sadness.

You will see me silhouetted inrepparttar 136529 fading orange skies at twilight my clothes flowing before me. This is what I have come to be— a shadow.

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