Ignore the video itself. But listen to the words. Listen to the message. Then take it, and apply it to YOU. However that means to you. It could be a job, school, family, hell even life itself.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Lit Analysis ''Lord Of the Flies''
Lit Analysis ?'s. Lord of the Flies
1. During the beginning of WWI a plane crashes on an uncharted island, stranding a group of school children. At first the children are over joyed by their separation from civilization and order. They build a small society, (or a 7th and 8th graders equivalent of one). As their time on the island rolls on they begin to speculate of a ''monster'' that lurks in the surrounding woods. Their paranoia soon engulfs the clan and the turn on each other. Just as all hell is about to break loose, they are rescued by a passing navy vessel.
2. The theme of Lord of the Flies tackles the all to present human emotion of fear and paranoia. Both play an extreme roll in someone's ability to survive. In times of extreme isolation any little bump in the night can send a person into a downward spiral. Its about not letting your fear swallow and consume what makes you human to begin with. Your sense of reason, ability to discern reality from the imagination, and problem solving.
3. William Golding wrote in a dark underlying tone. On the surface it might seem like just another adventure/cast away story. But if you read deeper into it there is a very present sense of darkness. They boys on the island begin to worship a pigs head on a spear. They call it ''lord of the flies'' because of all the flies the severed head attracted. However ''lord of the flies'' translated into latin (Beelzebub) means Satan or Prince of demons. If that right there isn't a red flag, I'm not sure what is. The boys also speak of a monster they believe exists in the surrounding forrest. Their fear of this monster leads them to kill one of their own because they mistook him for it.
4. There were a lot of metaphors and similes in the story. I already mentioned the pigs head on the spear as a metaphor for the devil. The island itself was a representation of hell. Last but not least, the sailor who rescues them in the final chapter was described dressed in all white and standing on the beach as the morning sun finally brought light to the island. That could be symbolic of a salvation of sorts. With the sailor being God or an angle. The characterization of the characters (that sounds a little redundant) was fairly cryptic at times. One character was described as fat and wore glasses. His real name was never said. The rest of the children called him Piggy. This lends credence the tone being very dark and uncaring at times.
1. During the beginning of WWI a plane crashes on an uncharted island, stranding a group of school children. At first the children are over joyed by their separation from civilization and order. They build a small society, (or a 7th and 8th graders equivalent of one). As their time on the island rolls on they begin to speculate of a ''monster'' that lurks in the surrounding woods. Their paranoia soon engulfs the clan and the turn on each other. Just as all hell is about to break loose, they are rescued by a passing navy vessel.
2. The theme of Lord of the Flies tackles the all to present human emotion of fear and paranoia. Both play an extreme roll in someone's ability to survive. In times of extreme isolation any little bump in the night can send a person into a downward spiral. Its about not letting your fear swallow and consume what makes you human to begin with. Your sense of reason, ability to discern reality from the imagination, and problem solving.
3. William Golding wrote in a dark underlying tone. On the surface it might seem like just another adventure/cast away story. But if you read deeper into it there is a very present sense of darkness. They boys on the island begin to worship a pigs head on a spear. They call it ''lord of the flies'' because of all the flies the severed head attracted. However ''lord of the flies'' translated into latin (Beelzebub) means Satan or Prince of demons. If that right there isn't a red flag, I'm not sure what is. The boys also speak of a monster they believe exists in the surrounding forrest. Their fear of this monster leads them to kill one of their own because they mistook him for it.
4. There were a lot of metaphors and similes in the story. I already mentioned the pigs head on the spear as a metaphor for the devil. The island itself was a representation of hell. Last but not least, the sailor who rescues them in the final chapter was described dressed in all white and standing on the beach as the morning sun finally brought light to the island. That could be symbolic of a salvation of sorts. With the sailor being God or an angle. The characterization of the characters (that sounds a little redundant) was fairly cryptic at times. One character was described as fat and wore glasses. His real name was never said. The rest of the children called him Piggy. This lends credence the tone being very dark and uncaring at times.
Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities
Already, Dickens begins the book with a quote that I've heard time and time again "It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." Which fits his m.o. of being the most quoted author in the English language next to Shakespeare. The first few pages don't reveal to must about the central plot but if i had to hazard a guess Dickens will use conflict to bring to light the human condition
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Title ''A Tale of Two Cities'' -Charles Dickens
Right of the bat, I would hazard a guess that this story is about two cities. Hang on, let me see if I'm right......I WAS!!! The novel compares London, England and Paris, France. He compares the two during the French Revolution. Highlighting the ways that London is both similar and different to Paris
Sunday, January 22, 2012
A Nauseous Nocturne by Bill Waterson
Another night deprived of slumber,
Hours passing without number,
My eye trace 'round the room. I lay
Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops upon my life's short precious play.
From the darkness, by the closet
Comes a noise, much like a faucet
Makes: a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound.
It seems some ill-proportioned beast,
Anticipating me deceased,
Is drooling poison puddles on the ground..
A can of mace, a forty-five,
Is all I'd need to stay alive,
But no weapon lies within my sight.
Oh my gosh! A shadow's creeping,
Ominous ans black, it's seeping
Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light!
Suddenly a floorboard creak
Anounces the bloodsucking freak
Is here to steal my future years away!
A sulf'rous smell now fills the room
Heralding my imm'nent doom!
A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!
Oh, blood-red eyes a tentacles!
Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!
Mucus-oozing porses and frightful claws!
Worse, in terms of outright scariness,
Are the suckers multifarious
That grab and force you in its mighty jaws!
This disgusting aberration
Of nature needs no motivation
To devour helpless children in their beds.
Relishing despairing moans,
It chews kids up and sucks their bones,
And disolves inside its mouth their li'l heads!
I know this 'cause I read it not
Two hours ago and then I got
The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.
My parents swore upon their honor
That I was safe, and not a goner.
I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes.
In the morning, they'll come in
And say, "What was that awful din
We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!"
Only then will they surmise
The gruesomeness of my demise
And see that my remains are in a heap.
Dad will look at Mom and say,
"Too bad he had to go that way."
And Mom will look at Dad and nod assent.
Mom will add, "Still, it's fitting,
That as he was this world quiting,
He should leave another mess before he went."
They may not miss me first, I know.
They will miss me later, though,
And perhaps admit that they were wrong.
As memories of me grow dim,
They'll say, "We were too strict with him.
We should have listened to him all along."
As speedily my end approaches,
I bid a final "buenas noches"
To my best friend in the world.
Gently snoring, whiskers seeming
To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming),
He lies snuggled in the blackets curled.
HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN!
YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?!
Suddenly the monster knows I'm not alone!
There's an animal in bed with me!
an awful beast he did not see!
The monster never would've come if he had know!
The monster, in his confernation,
Demonstrates defenestration,
And runs and runs and runs and runs away.
Rid of the pest,
I now can rest,
Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.
(Not part of the poem at this point) I grew up on Calvin and Hobbes so its somethings that has always remained dear to my heart. Bill Waterson wrote the two of them to have a deep philosophical look on the world. Which translated over into my life more often then not. But to this day he is the only one who (in my mind) could so seamlessly blend the antics of a boy and his friend with long, deep universal questions about life. I always found his poems to be witty and well written. So this is my homage to someone I feel is a great writer.
Hours passing without number,
My eye trace 'round the room. I lay
Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops upon my life's short precious play.
From the darkness, by the closet
Comes a noise, much like a faucet
Makes: a madd'ning drip-drip-dripping sound.
It seems some ill-proportioned beast,
Anticipating me deceased,
Is drooling poison puddles on the ground..
A can of mace, a forty-five,
Is all I'd need to stay alive,
But no weapon lies within my sight.
Oh my gosh! A shadow's creeping,
Ominous ans black, it's seeping
Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light!
Suddenly a floorboard creak
Anounces the bloodsucking freak
Is here to steal my future years away!
A sulf'rous smell now fills the room
Heralding my imm'nent doom!
A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!
Oh, blood-red eyes a tentacles!
Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!
Mucus-oozing porses and frightful claws!
Worse, in terms of outright scariness,
Are the suckers multifarious
That grab and force you in its mighty jaws!
This disgusting aberration
Of nature needs no motivation
To devour helpless children in their beds.
Relishing despairing moans,
It chews kids up and sucks their bones,
And disolves inside its mouth their li'l heads!
I know this 'cause I read it not
Two hours ago and then I got
The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.
My parents swore upon their honor
That I was safe, and not a goner.
I guess tomorrow they'll see their sad mistakes.
In the morning, they'll come in
And say, "What was that awful din
We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!"
Only then will they surmise
The gruesomeness of my demise
And see that my remains are in a heap.
Dad will look at Mom and say,
"Too bad he had to go that way."
And Mom will look at Dad and nod assent.
Mom will add, "Still, it's fitting,
That as he was this world quiting,
He should leave another mess before he went."
They may not miss me first, I know.
They will miss me later, though,
And perhaps admit that they were wrong.
As memories of me grow dim,
They'll say, "We were too strict with him.
We should have listened to him all along."
As speedily my end approaches,
I bid a final "buenas noches"
To my best friend in the world.
Gently snoring, whiskers seeming
To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming),
He lies snuggled in the blackets curled.
HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN!
YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?!
Suddenly the monster knows I'm not alone!
There's an animal in bed with me!
an awful beast he did not see!
The monster never would've come if he had know!
The monster, in his confernation,
Demonstrates defenestration,
And runs and runs and runs and runs away.
Rid of the pest,
I now can rest,
Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.
(Not part of the poem at this point) I grew up on Calvin and Hobbes so its somethings that has always remained dear to my heart. Bill Waterson wrote the two of them to have a deep philosophical look on the world. Which translated over into my life more often then not. But to this day he is the only one who (in my mind) could so seamlessly blend the antics of a boy and his friend with long, deep universal questions about life. I always found his poems to be witty and well written. So this is my homage to someone I feel is a great writer.
Monday, January 16, 2012
La Pregunta Grande!!! (Abstract)
My question is basically to what extent is disease prevention political, and to what extent is it scientific. In that, if a specific disease that requires months or even years of follow-up exams and medication and procedures were cured, would it have such an impact on the economy that perhaps the government wouldn't mass produce it? Take cancer for example. If magically scientists found the cure tomorrow, would it be on the shelves within the following months? There are entire sections of hospitals devoted to chemotherapy and radiation treatments. Even specific fields of medicine for some of these ailments. Would the elimination of that disease cause such an impact on the economy that it would be easier for the nation to NOT cure it?
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Lit Term Def. ''Epigram'' (And by default ''Aphorism'' as well)
Epigram: Witty aphorism.
(Like I said...) Aphorsim: A terse, pointed statement expressing some wise or clever observation on life.
"Life is like an ex-wife....it's a BITCH!"
"I may be here tomorrow, but I may be wrong about it."-Adolfus Aspergur
"The question is, what's the answer?"
"The present is pregnant with the future, and I know who knocked her up. And he's history!"-John King
(Like I said...) Aphorsim: A terse, pointed statement expressing some wise or clever observation on life.
"Life is like an ex-wife....it's a BITCH!"
"I may be here tomorrow, but I may be wrong about it."-Adolfus Aspergur
"The question is, what's the answer?"
"The present is pregnant with the future, and I know who knocked her up. And he's history!"-John King
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