Oyster Creek – Location of the Creek in Comparison to the Gulf of Mexico (Post 4)


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Note: Oyster Creek feeds into the Brazos River which then empties into the Gulf of Mexico


Shall we play with words? (Blog Title Explanation)

The course blog title “Shall we play with words?” is a cultural allusion to the 1983 film War Games. After watching a clip from the movie, I would imagine that this title signifies how playing with words is like playing these games; it starts off simple enough: words after words with various punctuation in between to form complete sentences. As someone continues to write, the process becomes more intense; at times, writing itself can spiral out of control in that some words and ideas that shouldn’t be in the piece of writing find their way there. Only until after the writer stops working on the piece does this game between the mind and the writer stop.

“A funny thing about Robinson Crusoe . . .” [Farther Away]

A funny thing about Yu-Gi-Oh! is how in 18 years of the franchise being around, no one questions the prominence of playing a card game to solving problems in the actual shows or books. There have been – sure – moments when people tried to solve issues by actually harming the other person physically (i.e. guns, traps, or a nice classic punch to the face) or just giving five minute speeches. There have been episodes where a card game wasn’t a factor in deciding something important. There have even been episodes where card games haven’t been played at all (although those are really rare). But the questioning of the prevalence of card games in society is noticeably absent  (The franchise’s most astounding detail just might be how seriously card games are taken). Although the characters sometimes admonish other characters for being too excited while playing card games, everyone unanimously accepts the role card games has on this ever evolving world.

“The heights of the island were still in cloud . . . ” [Farther Away]

The height of the creek was still high, but I was hoping that the water would soon recede into the Gulf of Mexico. As well as I could tell from the GPS on my phone, I needed to go through Brightwater – the neighborhood from mine and across my neighborhood –  in order to avoid the deep puddles that blocked not only the sidewalk to the path elevated by hill next to Oyster Creek but the path itself. I was cheered by the fact that the path in Brightwater didn’t have many large puddles (or so people had told me), but, almost as soon as I’d left my house, it started to rain exponentially again. Even after spending time to acquire rain gear, such as an umbrella and an obnoxiously yellow and blue rain jacket, for the trek, visibility dropped to a few hundred feet, and I began to stop every ten minutes to make sure I didn’t lose any of my belongings so the tale of Hansel and Gretel didn’t repeat with me. I had to face downward so the downpour of the rain wouldn’t impair my vision to the point where I couldn’t see what was in front of me. For a while, I held to a trail marked by dead grass, but the ground soon became too muddy and scarred with truck tire tracks and the streets became too flooded for me to be sure I was still on the path.

“I was awakened in the night . . .” [Farther Away]

I was awakened from my nap in the night by the sound of heavy rain beating against the windows in the game room. The rain sounded like tiny golf balls hitting against the wall constantly at a quick pace. I went to my room and tried to sleep with all the pillows over my head, but I could still hear the tapping of the rain – possibly hail – on the windows looking into my room. When the weather transformed from a dark and vicious hailstorm to a cloudy, gray, and eerie silence, I walked out of my room and glanced through the window to see what had become of the creek outside. There had been so much rain that the creek had risen substantially; it looked as though it could flood the path that separated the houses and the creek. I trotted down the stairs and went outside to assess the damage the weather might have caused. There were puddles that had formed on the front porch and the sidewalk and I even saw a couple of stray cats walking around, clearly unhappy in their drenched conditions.

First paragraph – I Want to Go Farther Away [Farther Away]

Near the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, in the state of Texas, travelling for more than 500 miles, is an accessible creek, that is populated by many coastal birds and a couple of ducks but only a handful of people each month. To reach the creek, officially called Oyster Creek, you walk along a trail aptly named Oyster Creek Trail. When you arrive at the entrance of the Missouri City section, marked with a sign indicating thus, you are greeted with a sign that says “Edible Arbor Trail”, completed with clip art illustrations of vegetation and a squirrel. As you continue along the trail, you notice the abundance of houses on either side, one of them being my own. The trail is elevated at least fifty feet above the creek, so to reach the actual creek, you have to carefully climb down the hill that divides the creek from the rest of the landscape around it. The creek is usually calm; however, if you were to go to this creek while rain falls from the sky in buckets, you would have to be extremely careful to not slip and fall into it. You would also have to be mindful of the height in which the creek is able to rise during heavy rain storms. This creek is important in terms of Texas history, but to many of today’s locals, including myself, it is a convenient body of water we glance at from outside our windows before we resume our duties.

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