<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:50:17.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Al's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-6773599556255210807</id><published>2010-05-03T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:54:50.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosalin and Guiligan</title><content type='html'>Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are not dead... YET. Give us this day an answer to what in the world this book is talking about! I'm just kidding... But not really. So let's say this novel is super satirical. It is discussing human life like we are all on a stage. And we cannot escape that stage unless we are dead. The entire novel has no discussion of religion or God so we can go ahead and take that whole aspect out of the picture. What is the importance of living a stage life? Why is living life like it is a stage such a negative thing? I believe it is a discussion of how people control us rather than how we control ourselves. Why are Ros and Guil on the stage? Because someone put them there. Why can't they get off the stage? Because they have lines that someone has given them.  They are controlled by the people around them but it seems like a force. The only problem with assuming that it is a force is that there is no "force." In this play, God is clearly not a main player as they discuss the dismal ending after death to be nothingness. What does it mean when they insist that death leads to nothing better? So life is one big play, we are on a stage, miserable, frightened of messing up, and all to just die in the end, the curtain falls, its over. Why even bother going to see a play when you know the end will come and you will no longer have connections with the people in the play and the images you saw will fade away into nothingness when that curtain falls? Because we are human. And these dismal facts make us human. Those who cannot act, die. They take their own lives, they take the lives of others, they try to survive on the happiness of others, they try to be someone else and by being someone else, do not act as themselves on that stage and they also die only in a different way: they are offstage. The only reason Ros and Guil have a play in because they were not frightened of being onstage. That is something that no all people have. Guil's philosophical nature and natural boldness keeps him on the stage and Ros's empathy and innocence keep him on stage. There are only some people who can survive the grueling thing that is living. Stoppard would like us to believe that we live for nothing but some of us have the will to do it anyway. We are much like soldiers. Soldiers fight to win one war knowing that they will fight in infinitely more wars as that is human nature. Those who are less than human cannot survive. This novel dicusses human nature in its simplest form: survival of the fittest. By using Ros and Guil, we are given the keys to living which are that their are none! You gotta do your best and understand that it may never be good enough.. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-6773599556255210807?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6773599556255210807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/rosalin-and-guiligan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/6773599556255210807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/6773599556255210807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/rosalin-and-guiligan.html' title='Rosalin and Guiligan'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-2935206893161424097</id><published>2010-04-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:03:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why dontcha DO somethin!</title><content type='html'>Music controls so much of the things around us. There is even a rhythm in literary works. For instance, when reading a novel such as Memoirs of a Geisha, it is flowing, it is like contemporary orchestral music, with an ebb and flow that is almost predictable, but calming. We then move on to a novel like Frankenstein, it is a dark opera. It is deep, moving and extremely dark. Perhaps a romantic opera, but including the gore and blood, so maybe a little bit italian! Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead definitely has a rhythm. In every little banter-sesh, there is a musical quality that makes it quick witted and SMART. That is what rhythm gives to a literary work, intelligence. The human language is a beautiful one (well, not everything but you get the idea). French is one of the most beautiful languages and can enrapture the most harsh of Americans.  So obviously when put into novelistic or screen play ideas, there is a way to turn simple language into ART. What makes novels and plays art? The ability to enrapture an audience and be more than they could ever be. Tonight I had my last orchestra concert. I play in the Chamber orchestra because I ride horses and I don't have time for the constraints of Symphony orchestra (although I would LOVE to play with them). The symphony orchestra played a concerto that literally changed my life. Wes Gillis (maybe you have him as a student) played a solo part and was brilliant. I'm pretty sure my Dad was tearing up and  I felt totally enraptured by his talent. The only other thing that can capture me so totally and completely is reading. When reading, I can be someone else. I can experience things that I'd never plan to experience. When listening and playing music, I AM that piece. If im playing something classic rock, I'm Peter Mercury, if I'm playing classical, I'm Tchaikovsky. When reading Harry Potter, I'm Harry. When reading Grendel, I am that horrible beast. An art is something that is more than you and can take you to that level. And I believe that as much as a literary work has a rhythm, a piece of music tells a story. As does a piece of physical art. All in all, the connections in our culture are undeniable; the things that make us special are also the things that are the most special. I am happy to live in a world where I can go anywhere and do anything using the things that God gave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-2935206893161424097?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2935206893161424097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-dontcha-do-somethin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/2935206893161424097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/2935206893161424097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-dontcha-do-somethin.html' title='why dontcha DO somethin!'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-873239878287494815</id><published>2010-04-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:43:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Memoirs</title><content type='html'>Memoirs of a Geisha is a novel the personfies how all women feel at some point in there lives. Being a woman is not easy, it requires a lot give and take. I admire the life of a geisha. When I first read this novel I thought that geisha were Japanese prostitutes but now I know that they are artists. The diction of the novel is so rich and flowing just like a piece of art. The wording of the novel is like the body of Sayuri. It flows and it is beautiful. The novel is called Memoirs of a Geisha, and every aspect of it captures the lifestyle and technique of geisha. I really enjoyed this novel although the relationships between men and women are a bit confusing at times. It has a Cinderella feel to it. Hatsumomo is an evil step sister and the Chairman is the prince. In some ways the novel seems simple, but in its themes it is not. The novel encompasses the difficulty of being a woman in society. In a way, all women are geisha. Women have to work extremely hard to look beautiful and be quick-witted at the same time. The character of Sayuri captures the reader by being relatable. Her difficulties are felt by all women and the relationships that are developed are demonstrated in real life. Sayuri is special because she is uncommonly kind and the water in her soul flows from her gray eyes. Her gray eyes give her a "marked for greatness" aspect that shows not only in the success she has as a geisha but also in the way she thinks. I will agree that sometimes her decision-making skills are POOR. But everyone has weaknesses. I would prefer to be a beautiful woman on the inside and out and maybe do something dumb behind a theater every once in a while... But lets remember, that decision led to her being united with the chairman. This novel SO screams Cinderella, it's practically AWKWARD. But lets be real here. Generally when you have a female lead, a cinderalla story is about to being. Unless you are reading Anne Frank or watching the movie "Monster". Which may I add, is AWFUL and totally not worth the money I spent at blockbuster. Taa daa! We love all this crazy love crap. I just proved it! We're all searching for our princes and I'd say that most people get them. Or they get an allusion of a prince... either way, women are all the same. I don't care who you are. Example: The Last Song. Miley Cyrus is supposed to be all hardass but then turns into a big fat softy and finds her "true love" (how irritating). So basically what I'm trying to say is that I love Sayuri. She is a womans woman! I'm holding out for my prince charming too... I'll have to run off a few Nobu's first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-873239878287494815?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/873239878287494815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-memoirs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/873239878287494815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/873239878287494815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-memoirs.html' title='Goodbye Memoirs'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-1981503818590419075</id><published>2010-04-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:35:14.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameeelesss</title><content type='html'>Well, as you can imagine, I did not do a lot of school reading while on my spring break. Most of my time was spent on the beach, reading casually and being perfectly safe/making good decisions :) Over the break, I found myself lost in thought about college and the journey ahead. AP Lit has been a class that has tested me more than any other class. I took AP Physics and AP Chem, and although those were difficult classes, AP Lit has really pushed my boundaries. Not only is the work hard, the subject matter is hard to grasp. I will never forget one of the first things I ever learned in AP Lit: The novels that makes you feel the most uncomfortable are the ones that are the most important and the most remembered. I feel that in AP Lit we have read a lot of uncomfortable stories. When we read "A Doll's House" I have never been so disconcerted about women. I read her story and I though, how could you be so self-centered? I then I thought, what if I never found myself? Not only was the uneasiness of the book overwhelming but I felt it in my core. The story of Frankenstein is also one that moved me deeply. A novel that had to do with monsters seemed more to do with human nature than the monsters. Everyday there are scientists fighting to find the next cure, make the next robot or understand where we have come from. It is frightening to think that a man in a novel could create. It turns my whole world around being a Christian believer. It is hard to immerse yourself in a novel that fights everything you believe in but when you read such a novel that tests you and is so well written, you are completely immersed. I would say that the novel that touched me the most was Grendel. Although I cannot say that I understand Grendel, the last line will stay with me forever. "Grendel's had an accident, so may you all." The line is sinister and foreboding. The entire novel was confusing, I'll admit, and when I got done with it I scratched my head like a monkey with nothing to say but those words were powerful. They made me feel uneasy. What will my fall be? What is a monster in our world? I cannot say that I understood Invisible Man in the least but I've never really stopped thinking about it. On my way to Florida we drove past Tuskegee and I thought about Invisible Man. These novels make me question more than, what did that mean? These novels are meant to test us as humans just as math is meant to test us. The subject that tests your integrity and beliefs is truly a special one. I am looking forward to being "tested" on the AP test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-1981503818590419075?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1981503818590419075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/shameeelesss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/1981503818590419075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/1981503818590419075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/shameeelesss.html' title='Shameeelesss'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8941482750008016588</id><published>2010-03-29T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:09:46.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It a hard enough life...</title><content type='html'>The pain that the story's we read explicate create situations for our own learning. At some point in all of our lives we will experience pain, suffering and the like. Perhaps not every day, or every month or even every year, but inevitably we will ALL experience pain. In Invisible Man, the main character experiences pain of a lack of identity. Although he experiences many painful situations in  his life they all stem from his initial blindness which coincides with his invisibility. You could also say that the pain that Grendel feels comes from a sort of personal identification problem. In his situation he is a monster (physically) in a purely human accepted societal area. This lack of control and comfort in his own body (lack of acceptance from others) leads to his demise and ultimately his suicide. In Memoirs of a Geisha the pain she feels comes from the losses she experiences as a child and the losses she begets in her own skin as an apprentice geisha. She loses her parents and her only sister. She loses the men she loves  and she seems to be constantly taken from. It reminds me of the foo fighters song "best of me." In the song it says "has someone taken the best of you, the hope, the not, the broken hearts, the pain you feel, the pain it's real." Sayuri is plagued by those around her. The baron, Hatsumomo, the chairman, her father, mameha and everyone else pushes her and pushes her but she proves that she WILL NOT be broken. I find that most of the characters in the other novels we have read and beaten by their weaknesses but Sayuri is not. Why is this? Memoirs of a Geisha is a slightly true story. Although molded by Arthur Golden it is an actual human life. In real life, although we are plagued often, our "downfall" is not always accomplished so easily. Always looked for, novels are always trying to push our mental limits. Otherwise, why would we read them? There would be no point. Generally the most memorable novels are the most magical ones or the ones that hit life on the head. The ones that show people out there, raw, exposed. Both of these are ideas that cannot be grasped "generally" in modern life. People are just not that open. Imagine how ahead everyone would be if we were that open? We could really help eachother.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8941482750008016588?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8941482750008016588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-hard-enough-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8941482750008016588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8941482750008016588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-hard-enough-life.html' title='It a hard enough life...'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-671424856307678526</id><published>2010-03-15T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:23:15.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geisha life. the BOMB DIGGITY.</title><content type='html'>I am officially in love with the geisha lifestyle. I mean other than the never marry thing... Or maybe thats a plus? what? did i say that? It is very much an early renaissance type of thing. It reminds me of an asian pride and prejudice in the way that the women have to know many trades and be very intelligent but at the same time these women are different. They genuinely require street smarts because essentially, they are women of a business world. They are 1920s asian business women who work hard enough to take care of themselves. They are truly artists of lifestyle. They are not only beautiful but dress in kimono and are forced to act like perfect ladies, telling jokes, telling stories, pouring tea in perfect form. They are pushed to be "perfect" women. The great part about it is that this novella shows the imperfections of geisha. While most people who have ever experienced geisha in real life would find them to be perfection, the reader understands that they are not. Geisha go through many trials and tribulations to achieve this "perfection" which they barely get by the tips of their fingers. The diction of the novel  is intoxicating along with the geisha themselves. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;"&gt;I believe that is part of the overall motif and theme of the novel. The entire novel is about the non-stop working and determination that achieves perfection but also the fact that it will never be achieved. Perfection in writing will never be achieved but when you read the novel you believe that the wording is endless and diction is extremely touching. The imagery and imagination that is put into the novel pushes you towards a whole other world and realm of thinking. It is a novel that touches you deeply and pushes your feeling without you even being aware of it. I feel caressed as well as mentally exercised by the novel. No part of it is overwhelming although I believe that on a whole note, the novel will be touching and memorable. The motif of water is repeated a lot not only in their personalities but in general. It is usually associated with death. Such as Chiyo believing Hatsumomo would push her into a river. The water is what makes her special but she also believes it is what could cause her demise. She is not the cleverest of girls although this sentiment is heavily repeated. Perhaps this lack of cleverness is caused by the deep presence of water in her personality. Chiyo is a very special character and I am excited to see how she grows in the novel. Hopefully she truly will attain cleverness eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-671424856307678526?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/671424856307678526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/geisha-life-bomb-diggity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/671424856307678526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/671424856307678526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/geisha-life-bomb-diggity.html' title='Geisha life. the BOMB DIGGITY.'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-6433876942512958383</id><published>2010-03-08T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:45:59.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a funny world we live in.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to blog about so I am going to ramble on about random literary topics. It is going to be AWESOME. Let's begin with invisible man. I am extremely confused as to why this guy is invisible! What does it all MEAN. I personally enjoyed the book. It was a quick read, it was interesting, but I felt that it was too deep for me to understand. The funny thing about AP literature is that you feel like you don't get it, and your the only kid in the class who feels retarded and then you talk to everyone else and they didn't get it either. And we all just collaborate and after a seminar or two, we actually do understand the novel. So hopefully within the next couple weeks I will actually understand this "invisible man." I just feel like he shouldn't be invisible. In the novel he affects SO MANY people. So what, he gets kicked out of college. Thats cool! I would say he was a quiet kid in college who blossomed into a great civil rights activist. He's a young Booker T. Washington, and yet, hes invisible? I feel like Ralph Ellison tried to sneakily tell his own story, but it wasn't his story and the guy wasn't actually invisible. Ralph Ellison was. And when Ralph Ellison realized that his story made no sense, he let the little invisible man drop into a manhole and ta da! story. This is going to sound really bad, but the only reason we read it and its popular and famous is because it is about a young black man being a civil rights activist and feeling put down by the white man. It's borderline simplistic. I feel like I'm heading in unchartered waters but this is my blog! This man really only wrote one "good" novel and the rest were pointless short stories that no one has heard of. But I suppose a lot of peoples careers are like that... I reckon I'm purely frustrated because of my lack of understanding. What is the purpose of the manhole? Manhole: hell, dark, secrets. Unlocking hidden inner secrets maybe? I'm lost. But i do love sonnets. I wish i had the talent to write really inctricate love sonnets. But unfortunately I think you have to be a really sentimental man to achieve those types of talents. I wish guys still wrote them but with women, you never know what there actually going to like. Like the guy who wrote like a billion and she just totally turned them down. Can we go back to gender roles? I really enjoyed those. I play the weirdest one. I like man trucks and romantic comedies... what? I should write a book about my awkward ad extraordinary life. maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-6433876942512958383?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6433876942512958383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-funny-world-we-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/6433876942512958383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/6433876942512958383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-funny-world-we-live-in.html' title='Its a funny world we live in.'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8838874668780197455</id><published>2010-03-01T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:25:55.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnets... early forms of the "chick flick" ?</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed reading the sonnets in class VERY much. That is most likely because I am an absolute sucker for anything moderately romantic. If you know me, your probably thinking I'm lying, but seriously, I cry at movies at the drop of a hat. I especially enjoyed the Spenserian sonnets. Spenser invented his own sonnet form which is more intricate than the others, but makes sense in what he is writing about: love. There is nothing uncomplicated or simple about love. Everyday people fall in and out of love, and while in love, they fall in and out of their very complicated feelings towards the other person. It's complicated. Of course, I personally wouldn't know, but I've watched enough chick flicks to have a general (and shallow) idea of what love is all about. The line "Till I in hand her yet half trembling took" is absolute magic. I totally understand what this is all about. You have the girl (deer) wild, and beautiful, she's a striking type, and the kind of safe, nerdy guy who wants her SO bad. For years he chases her, perhaps through adolescence, all the way to adulthood, but she runs, and plays with his feelings, she likes to "quench her thirst at the next brook." Until finally, she gets tired of going to new brooks and running away. She sees a type of safety in the hunter because he has been around for so long. She is trembling, scared to love him, but once she walks to him, she knows she is safe. It's all so adorable that I can't even stand it. The next sonnet is a little dark, but I like it. It shows a less "happy-go-lucky" side to the hunting. He talks about a vain girl that he chased and chased. He knows shes knows she's a fox and that she could have anyone she wants. This irritates him because he thinks she is making the wrong choices (not him) so he back lashed HARDCORE. Some good disses in this sonnet. It says, "All other fair, like flowers, untimely fade," which is obviously pointing to the idea that looks do not last forever. So although he was tempted by her looks (along with everyone else) he is basically saying "you ain't gonna be pretty forever sweet cheeks, so you better change the TUDE" and "I don't want your vain butt anyway, you soon-to-be old hag!" It the harsh but honest truth. Men are not as dumb as we would like to think. Well, some of them... and finally we get back to the gushy stuff. "Our love shall live, and later life renew." Poetic, simple, defining. Thank you Spenser! Again he is trying to prove to a woman, that love does not mean fear. Be bold, love and you will be rewarded with a full and nurtured life. Is this guy really a dude? I think I'd be flattered but kind of turned off if he wrote me one these sonnets. Just proves what women really want, a butt head. We can't decide what we want, and there are so many poor Spenser's running around trying to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8838874668780197455?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8838874668780197455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sonnets-early-forms-of-chick-flick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8838874668780197455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8838874668780197455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/sonnets-early-forms-of-chick-flick.html' title='Sonnets... early forms of the &quot;chick flick&quot; ?'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-415731259828895835</id><published>2010-02-22T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:33:56.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great soliloquy</title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I want to write a soliloquy? I feel that maybe it could make all of my thoughts make a little bit of sense. But Hamlet didn't exactly hit the nail on the head in his... What was going on in his head? To be portrayed as such a smart guy, his inner articulations made nearly no sense and were complete awkward. I have decided in my analysis of my soliloquy that Hamlet is not that intelligent. He isn't even one of those annoying people who thinks he is too smart to believe in God, he just thinks the complete opposite about spirits and God as anyone else. If anything he believes more than most people because of his clear belief of his ghost father. So maybe Hamlet is just plain gullible. Maybe he is one of those people I absolutely LOATHE. The people that act like they know EVERYTHING when they know nothing and trick all of the other people who know nothing into thinking they know everything. He even tricked me! But only for so long. I figured him out. So really this whole play is about some dumb, confused guy who goes all "christ figure" and dies for nothing. If he really wanted to get back at Claudius he would have thought of something better than simply killing him (and everyone around him). I am thinking that maybe Shakespeare was not trying to make Hamlet the smartest guy after all. Perhaps he was criticizing the way we face our fears or combat against injustice whether it is in our own lives or displayed around us. Does Shakespeare feel that leaving things alone and living your life the best way you can will lead to revenge? After all, Fortinbras did come in the end of the play and he most likely would have taken mercy on Hamlet since he was in nearly the same situation as himself. Hamlet clearly did not think his plan through which would make sense if he was younger but he is thirty years old! He should really be able to make a plan that will genuinely help him because he is carrying on for his father. Perhaps Shakespeare is analyzing juvenile qualities in adults because some people never grow up. It would seem appropriate for Hamlet to not be able to grow up because he grew up in a castle as a prince. Perhaps with everything being catered to him, he lacked the ability to know right from wrong and make an educated decision about what to do. So what is this play about then? It is about a young man's inner struggle to find his place after his father's death. He clearly made the wrong decision but what is the right one? We'll need a Hamlet 2 to explain that one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-415731259828895835?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/415731259828895835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-soliloquy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/415731259828895835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/415731259828895835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-soliloquy.html' title='The great soliloquy'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-95829613965727379</id><published>2010-02-15T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:22:24.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible man to save the day!</title><content type='html'>In my blog I would like the explore the possibility that the "invisible man" is gay. In the portion of the novel that I am in, he has displayed no possibility of being straight. He seems unaffected by girls and the earlier mentioning of the hospital with the male nurses fooling around with the male patients makes me a little worried... Perhaps this novel is not about being black in a white world. Or maybe that's exactly what it is. Since soddom and gommorah, God has told us that he is not big on the whole, "homosexuality thing" and therefore, people who partake in this type of behavior are sinners. Sinning leads the imagery of evil, crimson stained, BLACK with sin. People who do not participate in this type of behavior has white souls and consciences. Throughout the novel, white people are continuously referred to as being closed minded and generally "small" in thought whereas black people are dominating in intelligence and importance. In life, the people who are "townies" and church goers are generally thought of as less than genius as well as small minded. This especially pertains to homosexuality. Ask my primitive baptist, barnesville aboding, preacher uncle about homos and he would say its not real and its not right. All of the white people in the novel are generally that type of person, they live in the deep south, they go to church on Sundays, etc. So, in my exploration of this connotation of the novel, why would the author do this? Because when his novel was written, although slavery and race issues were nearly out of the way and okay to write about, being homosexual is still a hot button issue that people are very afraid to face. SO, lets disguise it as a black vs. white (race) novel. Everybody wins. In the characterization and portrayal of the white characters, I see a lot of animosity towards them. Perhaps this author was made fun of a lot by the "white" members of his societal background. I get a lot of negativity from this author, it is a very different novel than anything I have ever read. I am probably totally wrong about this theory and in the next chapter he going to become a swinger but if that never happens, its totally a go gay book. Im on it! I don't really care that the author is black, it doesn't matter because he is still a guy. Someone during his time would be rejected for his gayness as the invisible man is rejected for his lack of intelligence about being a black man in a masochistic white world. I'm all about speaking out, but lets be clear about it! If its not about that than its extremely clear... almost too clear for a novel for AP lit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-95829613965727379?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/95829613965727379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/invisible-man-to-save-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/95829613965727379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/95829613965727379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/invisible-man-to-save-day.html' title='Invisible man to save the day!'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-5506348507096386869</id><published>2010-02-07T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:40:39.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisibility...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what everyone is talking about... I personally enjoy invisible man. At least for the first 200 pages that I've read... It's an extremely interesting novel. At least the stories that are told are borderline RIVETING. I mean sure, you have your gross line every once in a while but on a whole, at least it is entertaining. I can sort of relate with the main character. I know that sounds odd, but I believe that at some point in everyones life, they are a little bit invisible. I do not mean to sound like a sad sap from The Princess Diaries, but I can understand his type of invisibility. It is as though you are just going along with the waves of live but not really riding them. Boogy boarding the waves of live but not surfing them and carving out your new path. Sure, boogy boarding is fun, but when you can surf, you are definitely going to leave your boogy board at home. The only issue is that some of us like being invisible. I believe the protagonist in Invisible Man actually partially enjoys being invisible. He likes the fact that his respect and honor to white people has gained him a spot in college and the ability to be better than he could be otherwise. I also think that there are great things to be learned outside of the box. I am not sure that people who live outside of the box are the more happy than people who live inside the box, but people who live outside of it seem like the types who would always be trying to prove that they are better and their lifestyles are better so it seems like a fact. Anyway, I'm totally invisible, but I like it. I go to school, I get good grades, I try to be respectful to my parents/teachers/trainers. And I enjoy my life. I like the strict scheduling and the ease of always knowing where you belong and what you are supposed to do. Yes, I have thought of switching to the dark side. After all, it gives you more power and you can become more powerful than a Jedi, you can be strong and be a sith lord! Woah, off topic. But anyway, I am sure that the main character is going to break out from his "boring life" and become some kind of I hate whitey dude and start some rally or something... I'm calling that early. But for now, I love this kid1! He gets stuck in the most awkward situations and it makes me laugh because it reminds me of my life. When he starts getting all depressed and brooding, I'm going to be a little upset and wish it would go back to his straight laced awkwardness. Anyway, it had to be expected that I wouldn't find the gross sections that bad because I did read The Red Tent... Nothing is shocker for me anymore. THAT IS FOR SURRRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-5506348507096386869?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5506348507096386869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/invisibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/5506348507096386869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/5506348507096386869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/invisibility.html' title='Invisibility...'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-3752960132415542240</id><published>2010-02-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:36:09.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Hamlet!</title><content type='html'>So while acting out Hamlet in class I could see that with the three movies we watched of the nunnery scene and they three acts performed in our class that each group kind of portrayed each portrayal from each movie. The group that did that Hamlet knew they were there seemed a lot like the BBC version, when hamlet didn't know it was like the Mel Gibson version and when he kinda knew it was like the brannaugh version (but less intense, haha). So its quite interesting how although we should all have interpretations of interpretations they all kind of went hand in hand. Funny how the human mind works... But anyway, HAMLET! The Brannaugh version is my personal favorite and although the Gibson version is interesting, I like the craziness of the BBC version as well. While acting Ophelia, I didn't really know Ophelia. Who is Ophelia, really? Is she an oppressed woman or a b****? Hard to say... I think she's a just a cruel person. That is how I acted it out. In that way, it is more fun. She could have been his lover, a maneater! How FUN! But instead pretty much all the versions had her as a whiny, oppressed little girl. She couldn't really handle herself and kept getting knocked down.. It certainly does not say in the play that she is supposed to be pushed but in all three versions domestic violence is part of the A game acting. I would have liked to have seen him fight and her fight back. In my mind, I believe Shakespeare both giveth and taketh away from women. I believe that Gertrude is supposed to be the oppressed, annoying pushover woman and Ophelia is the bad girl. She has a illegitimate relationship with Hamlet which is purely sexual and then right when her father needs help getting ahead, she is there to do the dirty deed. In my opinion, that makes for the most interesting play because all people want to be able to relate. With an oppressed, annoying Ophelia, the women who know how to get things done have no where to go... That is why the Mel Gibson version is good. I like the Mel Gibson Ophelia and Brannaugh as Hamlet. The Gibson Ophelia is spritely and smart and I like her... Brannaugh is a smart alec and instead of seeming emotionally "mad" he is actually mad. I guess I'm a bit of a drama queen and I want them all to be able to handle themselves and put down their opressors with ease. What's the fun in Byronic heroes and protagonists if their all crazy and can't make for an interesting show? I don't want to watch a madman take revenge for his father because for all I know, his father died of a heart attack and was a mean guy and his mother was actually saved by his death and his uncle taking his place and keeping her as a wife. SO, I want a little more action that is mentally planned that MENTAL planned ideas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-3752960132415542240?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3752960132415542240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmm-hamlet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3752960132415542240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3752960132415542240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/mmmm-hamlet.html' title='Mmmm Hamlet!'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-3987339229141550371</id><published>2010-01-25T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:29:47.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting almost toooo pumped over Shakespeare...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think that Byronic heroes are located in all novels. Lets some of the examples just using novels from this year: Jack Burden, Grendel, Frankenstein, Hamlet, Tess of the D'Urbervilles... I believe that nearly every knowledgeable character who is tormented is a Byronic hero... Maybe I'm completely off base but I think that in every great novel, the protagonist is a Byronic hero. And if they aren't a "byronic hero" then they are a "christ figure" but really they are both. Those that are tormented and take a stand are generally either taken negatively (Grendel) or positively (Harry Potter) but they are actually the same thing. Grendel is actually working to show people how grateful they should be for acceptance and a place in the world where Grendel is forced to be confused and have a lack of direction in life. The funny thing is, the characters that are rejected from normal society but are endearing and loved in novels are Byronic heros instead of christ figures. It's ironic because the whole point of using Byronic heroes is to show the negative attention they get in society but their true giving and caring qualities. It STILL prejudiced! Instead of giving Frankenstein the good name of Christ figure (which we have definitely played around with) we call him a "Byronic Hero." I started thinking about this when we began reading Hamlet because I'd like to think that Hamlet is a Byronic hero. He's an average human but with the loss of his father and the torment he is plagued with because of his mother's decisions, he is a little mad but also  is fighting for his father's good name and the good of his country. His madness would definitely put him out of the running for a Christ figure. Why would Shakespeare do this? Because Byronic heroes are cooler. When i think  of Hamlet, i think he's hot, sarcastic and crazy and this makes him sort of sexy. Not gonna lie. I totally think Lord Byron when im thinking about Hamlet... I think its the soliloquies and eloquent speech but who knows! Anyway, i think its ironic that Shakespeare would create a novel where the protagonist is 100% not a christ figure. Shakespeare is like no other writer. He was probably one of the first people to use a more byronic hero character instead of the more practical christ figure. Shakespeare writes about disease, death, love and intense situations. Romeo is one of the most desired characters in fiction. Everyone wants a Romeo! And maybe some people want a Hamlet... the disgruntled, older, sexy one... Maybe thats just me, but its still an interesting idea. Maybe he wasn't always desired as an adult and so he made a variety of men that all women would DIE for in order to fulfill his secret desires. Anyway, i like both romeo and hamlet.. such interesting male characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-3987339229141550371?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3987339229141550371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-almost-toooo-pumped-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3987339229141550371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3987339229141550371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-almost-toooo-pumped-over.html' title='Getting almost toooo pumped over Shakespeare...'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8539855409462588883</id><published>2010-01-14T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:22:23.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet...He kind of reminds me of someone...</title><content type='html'>I really do wish I could take Hamlet seriously but unfortunately, I am having a touch of trouble with it. Romeo and Juliet is one of my favorite plays so it's not that Shakespeare makes me giggle but there is something there. I think it's the ghost. I don't really like scary movies so I don't usually watch them unless it has something as completely ridiculous as a ghost or a poltergeist. When you start throwing ghosts into the picture (and having people constantly trying to chat them up) I am going to have a bit of trouble being completely serious about it. I have already come up with some ideas about why that ghost is not really a ghost... Of course :) There are two reasons that Shakespeare has put in this ghost: As a symbol or as a "not" ghost ghost. I'm thinking it's a symbol because everyone can see it. Ghosts: gray, Casper, creepy, Halloween, dusty, usually have reasons for still being on Earth... I believe that the ghost combines inner torture of his brother, ex-wife and Hamlet (you have to make sure that everyone is clear on the fact that his brother marrying his wife is not right) but I also believe he represents things that do not exist in reality, existing in Shakespeare's plays and in the characters lives. Just like on Secret Life of the American Teenager, their is WAY too much drama that you cannot stop watching, Shakespeare does the same thing by making fiction into fact. I also like how a whole love saga is about to begin begin Hamlet and Ophelia. It is no mystery why people enjoy Shakespeare and why he is SO infamous. He created the perfect formula for great plays, novels, movies and anything else theat involves a story. First you start out with violence. This captures the audiences attention extremely quickly, add some crazy reasoning, some very interesting and slightly confusing characters followed by a trifle between families, something that is not real (love or ghosts) and put in at least a small section of a love story and you have encompassed every person, genre and idea that anyone could ever find interesting. Hamlet reminds me of someone who I know but someone whose name I cannot speak of in this blog :) I believe that in life, we have characterization about people and those correspond to people in novels because although we are all different, we are all the same. Like novels, we all stem from each other both physically and mentally. In this way, the traits we exhibit in real life correspond to the characters in the novels we read and now I am starting to see everyone I know as a Daisy Buchanan or a Jack Burden... It's the painful truth of being an AP lit student. Everything is about everything... in life and in literature. I believe that everyone has a small amount of Hamlet in them. I don't think anyone is a direct Hamlet because that is too much sarcasm and baggage for any one person to carry around but it does occur in everyone. All people experience struggle and strife so we are either enticed because we have not experienced it yet or we are enticed because we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8539855409462588883?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8539855409462588883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/hamlethe-kind-of-reminds-me-of-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8539855409462588883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8539855409462588883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/hamlethe-kind-of-reminds-me-of-someone.html' title='Hamlet...He kind of reminds me of someone...'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-4245607166070858776</id><published>2009-12-10T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:08:34.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fronk-in-steen</title><content type='html'>I can't decide who to feel worse for, the monster or Victor Frankenstein. Either way, their lives kind of stink. The monster has nobody and neither does his creator. I think that they are more of doubles rather than creator vs creation. God made people out of his own image but he is WAYYY different from people. Essentially Frankenstein and his monster are really the same thing; both human. They both have human feelings and human cravings. In fact, they usually have the same human cravings at the same time. At the exact time that the Victor was going to have Elizabeth, the monster wanted a mate of his own. Tricky, tricky... I actually have a theory that their was never any monster at all. That is just Frankenstein's own view of himself. I believed he killed those people with his "bad side." Would you notice the innocence of his victims? William and Henry. Both innocent, both well to do. Perhaps they were murdered because of jealousy. Victor feel so tormented by both sides of himself. His good side is tormented because it allowed a bad side to be created; a monster growing from his own mind. As far as the De Lacey's go, that could have been a warped version of a story from his school days. Frankenstein always discusses how his childhood was not typical or enjoyable. He did not get along with most of the people he went to school with and who knows what he did to cope with it. Notice the ties between them learning. The monster is learning when he is with the De Lacey's and Frankenstein was learning at school. Blind prophets? Highly unlikely. He probably tried to make friends with the nerd at school and was still turned down. I think he's mad. Schizophrenic maybe, if we're lucky. I mean how likely is it that some dude figured out a way to make this man, a divine creation, IN HIS APARTMENT, like 50 years ago? UNLIKELY. More likely: he's nuts! Plus, who has seen this monster? other than the isolated de lacey's? NOBODY. He's not that smart, if a giant corpse man was walking around, people would notice. IT WOULD BE KNOWN ABOUt.  I personally think, the monster and frankenstein are going to die together. Wouldn't that be odd? would the monster kill himself if the creator killed himself? their the same person so they would die together anyway... im rambling but im really excited because christmas is coming... frankenstein is pretty good. i like the idea. wayyyy better than grendel :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-4245607166070858776?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4245607166070858776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/fronk-in-steen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/4245607166070858776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/4245607166070858776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/fronk-in-steen.html' title='Fronk-in-steen'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8151119735606208491</id><published>2009-11-22T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:56:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Franken-freak</title><content type='html'>After reading Grendel I am pretty stoked to have a book where I DON'T know what is going to happen and their is actually stuff going on, not just stuff that physically made my brain hurt  :( but anywho. So for my research for this week I looked up the Byronic hero. The byronic hero is a fictional and cultural character type popular in the Romantic era and beyond. This character may appear in fiction, poetry, or history. So, I looked up some Byronic heroes: You have Grendel from Beowulf, Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean, Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights, Edward from Twilight (I would like to point out the irony of Heathcliff and Edward being Byronic characters; one redeeming quality of Stephanie Meyer), Anakin from Star Wars, the list goes on and on. By studying these examples of Byronic heroes I though I could decipher which character in Frankenstein was a Byronic hero, the monster or Victor, but I really couldn't. Both characters are dark/cynical/brilliant in their own ways, they have wandering or searching behavior, the are haunted by some sin or crime, and they appeal to society by standing apart from society. Some of the qualities are more fufilled by the monster and others are more fulfilled by Voctor. Obviously with a tie to Grendel, we see that instead of Beowulf Grendel is the Byronic hero but Victor is more tightly connected to a monster than Beowulf ever was so it is a mystery! I am hoping that over time it will become more clear to me but this is AP literature so I doubt I will ever get a clear answer :p I am thinking they are BOTH byronic heroes... But anyway, I love this whole byronic hero stuff. It's fascinating. I decided to think about some of my friends and figure out which ones were Byronic heroes and it was kind of funny because I actually did find some that fit the card. The other funny thing that I discovered is that I listen to a lot of music that is related to Byronic heroes such as the Doors, Nirvana, Alice in Chains, and the Cure. I never knew so many people and characters that surround my life were related to this. I kind of want to be a Byronic hero. Doesn't everyone? to be the cool, sexy, cynical one that no one can figure out? I think it might be tougher than I'm expecting... Another thing that I have noticed is that the Romantic era has never ended. The interest in Romantic "poetry" is a continuing motif in popular culture. Romanticism values imagination and emotion over rationality. And is that not what love really is? All of these Byronic heroes who write music write music that echoes Romantic themes and seem to be reincarnations of Romantic poets. Their music discusses the forever broken heartedness that consumes them but they will never be rational and just quit. *Sigh* I want my own Kurt Cobain.. okay maybe not.. but still the same general idea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8151119735606208491?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8151119735606208491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/franken-freak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8151119735606208491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8151119735606208491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/franken-freak.html' title='Franken-freak'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-7375498594836400716</id><published>2009-11-13T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:05:07.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grendel is not satan... He is a satanic priest!</title><content type='html'>So, I have been analyzing Grendel these past 100 pages because the content is getting a little "what in the world are you talking about John Gardner?" BUT, I have come to a conclusion, Grendel is portrayed as a Devil creature, and Satan in Beowulf but is not described that way in the story of Grendel, I believe he is what I would like to call a "Satanic Priest." He preaches of things related to evil thoughts. If the Devil had someone who was the perfect "spreader of his religion" I believe it would be Grendel. Grendel is very smart. Sometimes a little too smart but at the same time he is a tiny bit ignorant. We could say he knows about 90% of what he is talking about, much like Christian priests. You could say that Christian priests only REALLY know about 90% of what their talking about and the other 10% is very much a guessing game. I have an Uncle who is a primitive baptist preacher so I feel like I know a pretty good amount about the life and times of a preacher/priest. My uncle is not the most "holy" man ever. He has a wife, he makes jokes and he is insanely fun to be around, probably one of the funniest people I know. This is important with his job; to be a preacher you really have to be able to tell a story, and tell it well. This relates to Grendel because no, Grendel is not the most evil thing in the entire universe. Grendel actually does have some redeeming qualities (for a Devilish monster), for instance, he does not kill deer, he "takes mercy" on Wealtheow, you could say he has the ability to love. Just like priests have the ability to sin just like other people. Tying this back to the meaning in the novel, their is a large section about Grendel's interactions and feelings about priests. He tries to act like he is so much better than them when actually he is the same, just acting on a different cause.  I would also like to tie this into Gardner's exestentialist beliefs.He wants someone to act on the other side. Everyone is always being pulled in the direction of God and "goodness" and I believe that frustrates Gardner. I don't think he actually wants people to support evil, but I do think he wishes that people questioned it. What is the real difference in supporting God and supporting Satan? If you give your time to God, he will bless me. If I gave my time to Satan, would Satan bless me? Did Gardner give Grendel animal and human qualities to push him in the direction of satan? More animalistic than humans, but definetely still intelligent? Either way, Grendel is turning into his own personal form of the Shaper. He is shaping people to be afraid, and to question everything they know, and he does it like an art form. He does not just slaughter people, there is thought, there is study. Grendel is more than just a monster, he is a satan helping, priest, who is furry, and kind of hilarious. Gotta love it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-7375498594836400716?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7375498594836400716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/grendel-is-not-satan-he-is-satanic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/7375498594836400716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/7375498594836400716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/grendel-is-not-satan-he-is-satanic.html' title='Grendel is not satan... He is a satanic priest!'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-3492833828673281732</id><published>2009-11-08T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:22:15.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grendel. That's all I have to say.</title><content type='html'>Grendel is a timeless character. Grendel is a Willie Stark and a Jack Burden, he is a Harry Potter and a Voldemort, he is an Odysseus and a Cyclops. But what does that mean? I think it means we need to step back and find the real evil in our society. When I think of evil, I think of people who do things that are morally wrong, such as killing, molesting and emotionally disabling people. PEOPLE specifically. I do not think of monsters because monsters are not real. They just simply do not come to mind. People say that what makes a scary movie truly scary is if the situation could actually become a reality. So, monster movies are not what scare us most. So, why in the book, &lt;em&gt;Beowulf&lt;/em&gt;, is a monster the most frightening thing they could think of? I know earlier I discussed how I loved those Anglo-saxons but now I am starting to think that they were quite ignorant. I do not think they were intelligent enough to grasp that the real horrors of our race have to do with our interactions with eachother. And that is what Grendel's story is all about. For about a week I loved Hrothgar and Beowulf but now I find them immature and power hungry. The funny thing is, Grendel is just like us. We kill innocent things everyday for the purpose of nutrition. There is no difference between us going out and buying a steak and him chomping down on some good Anglo-saxon flesh! But we like to make it all out like he's some big bad horrible guy, when actually he's just lonely and has a bit of an eating disorder. Going along with a theme of human ignorance, we are too close-minded to accept things that are different from ourselves. Even in our own race. As a kid I was picked on a lot for being really small. It has affected my entire life. I am not as confident as I could be but I have picked up a very valuable trait from it: I accept everyone. I have never said something negative about someones physical features in my whole life. I know what hurts the most, the things you cannot change. Grendel cannot change the way he looks, or his short comings as a monster. Because we are such an ignorant species we shut out things that do not always look or act like we do. EXAMPLE: aliens. There is a enormous amount of movies based on aliens coming to earth and killing us. Now I'm pretty sure if something green with a large head came striding up to me, I'd punch it and run away. Is that a correct response? NO! You have no idea if that alien is bad at all. Overall, I do not think Grendel is a book for the shallow minded, it is definetely one for the deep thinkers. Ones who questions their own feelings, actions and beliefs. If you are not thinking of these things when you read it, it could be totally worthless for you. I story about how a funny monster lost his life while doing the best he could. I see myself in Grendel. A little lost, but trying to figure it all out. I hope no one slays me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-3492833828673281732?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3492833828673281732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/grendel-thats-all-i-have-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3492833828673281732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3492833828673281732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/grendel-thats-all-i-have-to-say.html' title='Grendel. That&apos;s all I have to say.'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8152804261127103650</id><published>2009-11-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:06:34.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anglo-saxon... LOVE IT.</title><content type='html'>So I have decided that Anglo-saxon literature is the perfect literature for me :) I really love Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and Star Wars so this genre of literature was quite approriate for me. So far all I have read is Beowulf but I am definetely going to investigate to find some more anglo-saxon literature to enjoy. I am a woman who enjoys larger than life male protagonists. Frodo Baggins, Harry Potter, Luke Skywalker and now, Beowulf. Anglo-saxon literature also has that mobster feel. The scary monsters are not the only things you have to worry about in the novel; you also have to worry about somebodies sibling coming back to kill you if you accidently dropped an axe on their head. A lot of times literature does not have that bonded feeling. In the Anglo-saxon culture, you will fight til the death to avenge a family member which brings about an idea in literature that you cannot always experience any where else. I also liked the idea that an average joe of sorts could defeat the most deadly creature ever discovered. It reminds me SO MUCH of Harry Potter. A young man defeats the most feared wizard of all time, Voldemort. And also, LOTR. Frodo Baggins, a hobbit, takes the ring of power through Mordor to Mount Doom and destroys it for the good of Middle Earth. Literature blooms out of other literature and I think a lot of the most memorable novels of our time come directly from the ideas of the Anglo-saxons. The only difference between the Anglo-saxon novels and the more modern novels is that in modern novels, the main character always has "help." Harry has Ron and Hermione. Ron is the character with abilities that are not always obvious, but in the end can be very helpful and Hermione is the brains of the operation while Harry is the brawn. In Beowulf, he is all of those things in one person. He is extremely smart, extremely strong and very brave. You could say that modern literature, although still very fictional, is a tiny bit more realistic (but not much). I would also like to look into the fact that there was no love in Beowulf (or in the parts we read). I think that is something that definetely contrasts to modernistic literature. I would say that romance in novels or stories was innapropriate during the 10th century and therefore was not mentioned in novelistic ideas or in poems. Or maybe they were trying to give Beowulf a godlike image? During the whole novel I was think about how he reminded me of Hercules who actually does become a God. But in Beowulf he is still mortal. But his larger than life persona takes him out of the realms of love for me. Either way this is a great novel because it incorporates everything that makes literature great. A hero and a villain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8152804261127103650?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8152804261127103650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/anglo-saxon-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8152804261127103650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8152804261127103650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/anglo-saxon-love-it.html' title='Anglo-saxon... LOVE IT.'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-914514338142849813</id><published>2009-10-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:09:12.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Roles... Can't live with em' can't live without em'.</title><content type='html'>Their are a lot of people who are very disturbed about our societys role on what we do with our lives based on our gender. I definetely would not say my family is old fashioned. In fact, my mother "wears the pants" in our family. She is a very successful businesswoman and she works very hard at her job, making more money and having a higher position, than most of the men that she works with. My father on the other hand does not have a job. He stays at home and does laundry, gets the cars washed, pays the bills and other details that just need to get done. My dad is actually a really slendid baker. He made a Boston creme pie the other night... BUT ANYWAY. My family is in no way, shape or form tied down by societies expectations. My mother grew up in rural Pembroke, Georgia. She went to Georgia Southern college because that was the only place she knew to go to and that is what her family could afford. She worked her way through college and had the chance to do research at Emory Hospital and is a very important employee at Merck. My mother has never in her life complained about being discriminated against or held down because of her gender. I believe that if more people just put their heads down and worked, this would not be a problem in our society. I also believe that if you have 5 children, you probably do need to stay home. I believe that what happens in our society all depends on the people. If you are a lazy woman, than yes, you're going to fail and that could be failure at being a mother or failure at being a good employee. In America I believe you can do anything you want to do. Women play football. Men are ballerinas. In America we believe that if your the best, YOUR THE BEST. Basketball teams are owned primarily by white people, but the teams are almost always dominated by African Americans. THIS PROVES IT. IF YOU ARE GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO, YOU WILL NOT BE DSICRIMINATED AGAINST. As women, we have to prove ourselves. No one will respect you until you show reasons to be respected. I also believe that women are more affected by the choices of their own mothers. My mother has a good job, and throughout my life I have always been motivated and known that I would work hard and being a working woman as well. I have a friend whose mother is a stay at home mom and surprise, surprise, that is what she wants to be as well. It is not a mystery here people! Be who you want to be and you will be accepted (eventually). I once had a dream of being a Formula 1 race car driver. Do you think my gender ever deffered me? Of course not. Being scared deferred me! I was brought up in a genderless home. My house is a tranny. If you want the roles of gender to stop dictating your life, start in your own home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-914514338142849813?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/914514338142849813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/gender-roles-cant-live-with-em-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/914514338142849813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/914514338142849813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/gender-roles-cant-live-with-em-cant.html' title='Gender Roles... Can&apos;t live with em&apos; can&apos;t live without em&apos;.'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-2558417647703662675</id><published>2009-10-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:26:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sorry for the men...</title><content type='html'>To all the guys that picked The Red Tent as their novel... I feel for you. As a woman, from time to time this novel makes me want to gag. The imagery, the explanations and the choices of wording make me want to barf. I wouldn't just say this novel is explicit, I would say it is A. graphic and B. you need a strong stomach to enjoy it. As a read I was excited for the more "interesting" parts of the novel but the longer I read it the more I just kind of felt sick and tired of hearing about all the absolutely SICK stuff that happens concerning birth and "other stuff." I do not even want to begin on the "OTHER" stuff. Lets just have a little chat about birth. Thanks to this novel I no longer want to have children. I am going to start having reoccuring dreams about being Bilhah, Leah, Rachel or Zilpah and having to pass some HUGE baby with no drugs on a pile of hay (Yes, that is now the image when I think of birth). I am trying to sort out the meaning of all this nasty talk. The main conclusion I have come to is that the author is trying to say that back then, all that people ever cared about was getting pregnant and making sure to keep the world good and inhabited. I am HOPING that the author is trying to make a little joke about how life all changed with the El came into play. When everyone was polytheistic they only had ONE thing on their mind and it was not anything I would enjoy discussing in a blog that my teacher reads :) This is either the case or Anita Diament is a total freak and I really hope this is her last novel. The GREAT part abou this novel is in essense, it is a total copy of a Bible story BUT it is also very original because of that fact. You cannot read this novel and be trying to pull out Biblical allusions because the entire novel is a Biblical allusion. This makes you have to use even more of your brain to analyze the piece of literature. More than the Bible, more than a Fairy Tale, it makes you have to analyze humans as a whole. The beginning of humans is presented (polytheistic) along with where humans are going (monotheistic). I think this would be the perfect novel to read through a psychological lense. Psychoanalyzing this novel would be incredibly intense as well as analyzation through symbolic archytypes, especially physical ones; Diament gives all the characters their own little special "traits" that definetely hold a lot of weight in their personality and the novel as a whole. I also think that the fact that the beginning of the novel is the most grotesque because it is discussing the lives of the women before Dinah and when Dinah comes along there is more "forward" thinking and everything is not centered around "the" thing :) THANK GOD FOR DINAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-2558417647703662675?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2558417647703662675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-sorry-for-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/2558417647703662675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/2558417647703662675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-sorry-for-men.html' title='I feel sorry for the men...'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8470631524793195684</id><published>2009-10-04T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:10:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaucer is an absolute gas!</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you something I enjoy: CHAUCER. After reading one story (Wife of Bath) I've decided it is kind of like Greek myth or the Bible (just not as overall intense). I read the Wife of Bath story and as I read it about a thousand Kiddie tales came popping into my head. For instance, the princess and frog. But kind of in reverse. And also not a frog. BUT THE SAME GENERAL IDEA. You have this dude, the knight. He goes out to find the truth. He comes back and he has to marry this nasty old lady who I found to be pretty darn creepy. But then she lays down the law and that whole reverse psychology thing comes in and she becomes a beautiful young girl (No witch involved). SO FREAKING princess and the frog. Did a little research and Chaucer definetely thought this up first. WAY TO GO. And I pretty much have decided he is the Jesus of Kiddie Lit. You read his little stories although they are sometimes a bit explicit and, you get that wholesome moral in the end. Que brillante! At the same time I found it a bit boring and confusing but the facts are still there. I also have an idea of why the Wife of Bath was telling the story. And isn't it ironic that she is called the "wife of Bath" when A. She's a dirty girl and B. She's not married. FUNNY KID THAT CHAUCER. So anyway, I believe she was telling the story because she is an independent woman but the wrong kind. You have women that have full time jobs and kids, and then you have women that cheat on their husbands and spend too much money. Both independent. One socially acceptable. But how acceptable? How sad is it that in Chaucer's time we still wanted the same things we yearn for now :(. It still is not socially acceptable to have a woman money maker and a stay at home dad. To me it seems rational because that is what my family has. But still society makes me think it's not right. It's all very odd how society controls us. At least we have chaucer to bring it out into the open. I think chaucer loves women. And when I say women, I mean REAL women. Women that are virtuous, loyal, and caring. So he loves the Queen and hates the Wife of Bath. The queen becomes young and beautiful, and Wife of Bath is a chatterbox. Characterization at its finest. These things do not just happen! Talking gender roles, Chaucer hits the nail on the head for sure.He gives everybody what they do and do not deserve. His novel displays gender roles for what they are: depends on the person or persons involved. Chaucer's stories are a cornacopia of moral stories with a little satire, explicit material, and saucy characterization. Like the Bible, but not. That is why Chaucer will always be remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8470631524793195684?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8470631524793195684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/chaucer-is-absolute-gas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8470631524793195684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8470631524793195684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/chaucer-is-absolute-gas.html' title='Chaucer is an absolute gas!'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-5599214757419721440</id><published>2009-09-28T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:33:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She gets the guy, she gets her dream, where's the depth?</title><content type='html'>In my blog for this week I decided to compare and contrast the  novels we read for a literature class and the novels that we simply do not. A lot of kids (if they had the chance) would probably whine and complain about the horribly depressing books that we have to read in literature class. Books with violence, inbreeding, death, corruption and everything else those sicko writers could fit into a single novel. Outside of school we read much different things. Lets just name the two favorites: Twilight and Harry Potter. So I sit at home and read the Twilight series because I simply cannot put them down. They are enticing, interesting, and romantic. When I read Tess of the d'Urbervilles I had to read in ten page periods because I literally could not get through any more than that without falling asleep or crying because of frustration. When I finish a book like Tess it lingers with me. Small things remind me of the novel as I live my life and it never really leaves you. Twilight is definetely not a novel with a theme and ideas that are popping out of every situation in my life. Twilight will not be a novel that people will read in a hundred years because vampires are not real and neither is love. A beautiful, 100 year old, wise, intelligent blood-sucking creature just simply would never exist and would certainly never love such an annoying little girl as Bella Swan. If a REAL writer was writing this story it would have been one book and would have ended tragically. In a fury of heat and passion Edward would have sucked her blood, a vampire hunt would have ensued and both of them would have died out of passion. Now THAT would stick with you. On the other hand, I believe Harry Potter is an idea that will last for generations. It is the never ending battle between good and evil. It is a small, witch version of the bible. Every chapter, every story, every character telling you what makes life great and what breaks life down. Harry Potter has that scar on his head for a reason because he is a Christ figure andd he is proud of it! Harry doesn't go through life without loss. He loses his family, he loses a multitude of friends, and at times he loses himself. In such great novels as The Great Gatsby the same loss and intense personal strife occurs. Harry Potter is book that effects my life everyday. Not just that everytime I turn on a light I quietly say "lumos" but that when stuff is looking down for me Harry Potter can be an inspiration. He had no parents, he was fighting the baddest wizard of all time, people were always screwing around with him, and of course he puts a smile on and is unusually kind. So yes I am reading New Moon right now to get ready for the movie but its not personally sticking with me like true, real literature. So thank you literature class, you are the one that really affects my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-5599214757419721440?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5599214757419721440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-gets-guy-she-gets-her-dream-wheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/5599214757419721440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/5599214757419721440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-gets-guy-she-gets-her-dream-wheres.html' title='She gets the guy, she gets her dream, where&apos;s the depth?'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-3451622014666840533</id><published>2009-09-20T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:07:48.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really hope Jennifer isn't in my room...</title><content type='html'>My compare and contrast paper deals with the use of violence in both &lt;i&gt;Candide&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;All the King's Men.&lt;/i&gt; In all reality, I am quite sure I have never read novel's that were more ingeniously violent than these two novels. You could say I am a bit of a chicken when it comes to all things scary. I prefer to read things that bring me up and not novels that bring me down. I feel the same way about movies except for the fact that a lot of the time I am forced to go see scary movies with my hardcore, want to be frightened, want to feel like their going to pee their pants, friends of mine. So I was forced to see &lt;i&gt;Jennifer's Body&lt;/i&gt; this weekend. Surprisingly it was not the bloody mess of bodies I had to sit through that bothered me but the fact that Jennifer was straight up creepy with her fangs and spooky smiles. It's like blood is not even an issue any more. Even Jennifer felt that way. Whenever they would take about people who had died in the book (most of them courtesy of Jennifer the demon freak) she kind of denied anyone who wanted to feel sad or talk about it. I feel like Jennifer defines our society these days. When you read of the violence in Voltaire and Warren all of the characters are so deeply affected and the violence is clean and dare I say it, normal. In this day and time we are driven to be numb. I used to be scared of my pillow but I sat through that movie last night without a single problem. I almost dared to think it was a little lame and not really rated R material in scariness. Sad isn't it? When I thought about how it didn't really affect me I was almost ashamed of myself. What is this world coming to? That I am scared of. We thirst as americans to see each other in the dirt, being eaten, sprouting wings, and why? Is it people trying to save us from ourselves or is it some sick mentality we have grown in to? I am really not sure but I'd like to go back to the times when a hanging hurt and a gun shot was deadly. And at the same time I wonder, is our literary curriculum trying to do the same thing? We read things that make us feel uncomfortable because it is supposed to make us better students, better readers. But what if it is making us bad people? What if it is making our own thoughts into dark ones? Teenagers in this day and age are looking for a high in any way. Are we being brought down by our society? We live in a world where tv, movies, news, school is controlled by darkness. We do not have to be pulled down but we inevitably are. I want to stand up against this. I want to be in the light. Perhaps if everyone tried to step out into the light we would all be happier. Lets leave Jennifer's Body behind and watch some Mickey Mouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-3451622014666840533?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3451622014666840533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-hope-jennifer-isnt-in-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3451622014666840533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/3451622014666840533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-hope-jennifer-isnt-in-my-room.html' title='I really hope Jennifer isn&apos;t in my room...'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-4942072697934220328</id><published>2009-09-13T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:39:02.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherwood Anderson... Voltaire?</title><content type='html'>After reading Sherwood Anderson's, &lt;em&gt;Winesburg, Ohio &lt;/em&gt;I have decided that perhaps, Voltaire and Anderson share some qualities in their writing. Let's talk God in &lt;em&gt;Winesburg, Ohio: &lt;/em&gt;the lovely, Jesse Bentley is a prime example. Jesse Bentley gets "denied" by God quite a few times in the novel. A. He prays for a son to name David who will take over his farm and do things he could have never imagined and has a daughter, Louise who is crazy and tries to kill her husband. B. When his daughter has a son, his name is David (we feel like things are coming back around) and just when Jesse Bentley feels like he's going to get what he wants he takes young David out to sacrafice a lamb. This freaks young David out to the point where he almost kills Grandpa Jesse and the relationship between them is really never the same. I believe in this example Sherwood Anderson is basically making fun of a deep believer in the Christian way. He shows prime examples where Jesse is trying to give his all to Christ and the Lord and the Lord denies him multiple times. Another example of God in &lt;em&gt;Winesburg, Ohio: &lt;/em&gt;Reverend Curtis. So we have meek and mild little Reverend Curtis and then he sees the sultry Kate Swift. He sees her smoking in bed and he sees her "bare shoulders" and this drives him wild. He can't think straight when he tells his sermons in church and eventually he decides he's just going to look and enjoy and think what he "wants to think" and when he does this he has a revelation about his relationship with God. It's ironic. Again I feel that Anderson is making fun of this Christian figure-head by making him find God through a totally sinful woman. Kate Swift is unmarried, unchristian, she tries to have an affair with an ex-student, and yet, she inspires a minister. Anderson is trying to say: Nobody is really good. I believe he is making jokes about organized religion. Anderson feels that everyone takes the fall and nobody is really good, and trying to fake your way through Christianity and real belief just is not going to cut it. I think it is a moderaly Voltaire train of thinking. I also think it makes sense because he writes in expressionism which illustrates the meaning of being alive and the emotional experience, distorting reality for emotional effect. The emotional effect is wow being a crazy devout Christian is kind of ridiculous. Killing an innocent lamb, faking your way through ministry when you are severely tempted by your sultry neighbor. So maybe this is distortion but he is definetely getting his point across. Voltaire used a sort of distortion to get his point across as well. Candide goes through ridiculous woes and his friends never seem to actually die. This seems to be a sort of early expressionism. He uses the distortion to illustrate the severe idiocracy of philosophy and to take on a more realistic view on life. On the other hand I do not think Anderson's novel is solely based on these ideas but I think it is definetely something to be considered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-4942072697934220328?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4942072697934220328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/sherwood-anderson-voltaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/4942072697934220328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/4942072697934220328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/sherwood-anderson-voltaire.html' title='Sherwood Anderson... Voltaire?'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8242290670455900268</id><published>2009-09-07T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:06:15.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy is FUN!</title><content type='html'>I just started doing all this research on philosophical ideas and WOWZA are there a lot of them. All of the ideas that are syndicated from &lt;i&gt;Candide&lt;/i&gt; are all very christianity based, which I find quite interesting. I always thought of Voltaire as a cynical, atheist which is obviously untrue because the people of that time were almost all believers. The ideas of the manichees were especially interesting: both good and evil have always existed in the universe and goodness doesn't come from evil and evil doesn't come from goodness, its just there. I believe that is true. There are people that seem almost purely good and people that seem almost purely good and then there's a lot of people who are all mixed up in evil and good. So its hard to put it all together. Let's talk a little Saint Augustine, imitate the good, bear the evil, love all. I like it! It is a bit hippie, a bit Bob Marley. Funny how someone who seems so against the grain of things (Bob Marley) is right a long with Saint Augustine. (That rhymed FYI). I'd like to think that I could try to love all but it's just plain tough. Maybe that's what philosophy is. Some crazy ideas to be good people. How about this one, courtesy of Blaise Pascal: God can bring forth good out of evil and we bring forth evil out of good. What does that mean? We all suck? I suppose that's a very cynical philosophy but also a good idea to get people to do what you want. If I had a philosophy I would do along with Earl of Shaftesbury: There are evil tendencies in the popular presentation of Christianity. I would like to think we have evil "tendencies." It kind of softens the blow, eh? I mean I do not mean to be a terrible person, but hey, stuff happens. Pretty much overall, philosophy is kind of goofy. I suppose if I was going to make my own philosophy on life it would go like this: If you have done everything you can do, you can sleep at night. Simple, concise, fantastic. I SHOULD BE A PHILOSOPHER! Basically when I have a huge test and I know it's going to hurt my pride, I say those words in my head because without thinking like that, you'll kill yourself with over work and under pay. If my philosophy was a band it would be 311. Chill, easy-going, you can jam to it anytime, who can't appreciate it? If my philosophy was a food it would be sushi. Not everybody can live by it, but if you can, it makes you very happy :) Basically philosphy is fun to make fun of but I'm not sure if it is even real. It's like a really short version of the Bible or a very concise religion. Can you even do that? Apparently you can. I'm not 100% sure if you can follow anybody else's without modifying it in your own head to make it fit your own life. ANYWAY, philosophy seems kind of ridiculous but maybe I'm too immature to understand it. Maybe no one understands it because their not supposed to. Maybe that's the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8242290670455900268?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8242290670455900268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/philosophy-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8242290670455900268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8242290670455900268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/philosophy-is-fun.html' title='Philosophy is FUN!'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8157346035114734968</id><published>2009-08-30T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:35:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up my good friend the blog</title><content type='html'>This week was tough to decide on a blog topic. To be very honest I am not nearly far enough in Winesburg, Ohio to really be able to discuss it. That's next weeks blog for sure! So I am back on All the King's Men. Sorry if it's a disappointment. In class we did a project that mostly had to do with a sexual coming of age, and the relationship between Anne and Jack. I like to talk about their relationship because I am a seventeen year old girl and love is just plain interesting! So we have this darkly humorous cynical guy: Jack. And this young, frivolous and a tiny bit promiscuous girl: Anne. How do these two go together? I'm starting to think that this book has absolutely nothing to do with politics. It is just a very complicated love story. Or is that every novel? All this stuff makes my head hurt. BUT, lets continue on. Water and love. Water: wet, cold, hard, soft, death, life. Love: heat, pain, passion, emptyness, beginnings, endings. I've noticed that the love between Anne and Jack is centered around water most of the time. Water brings them together and breaks them apart. But, in the end is everything washed away and the truth is exposed? The truth that they are "meant" to be together. It sounds SO cheesy, but when you read the novel that is exactly how it sounds. They meet as children, they fall in and out of love, and finally, after a lot of turmoil, they are together. So warren... is a romantic? Maybe I'm totally on the wrong track, but it's my track, so it's right for me. Let's talk a little MJ (Michael Jackson). The titles of his songs, to be exact. The way you make me feel, rock with you, don't stop til' you get enough= LOVE. Jack's story could be an MJ album. Just saying. I'm listening to Michael Jackson right now. So Jack watches Anne come out of the water and he's thinking "woah" so he's thinking you knock me off my feet, my lonely days are gone. Then he becomes a little older and he's thinking I want to rock with you, all night, we're gonna party til' the sunlight. Next thing you know, he's hit by a smooth criminal, Willie Stark. So Jack's thinking Annie are you okay? Are you okay Annie? You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal. And finally, at long last, Don't Stop Til' You Get Enough! They are together and all Jack can think is, keep on with the force don't stop, don't stop til' you get enough! Yes, I just summarized a love life using michael jackson lyrics. Perhaps thats why Warren just added that little gem of a love story in the novel, because it's easy. It's a sure fire win, if you are half descent with the idea of love. Channel MJ, you'll get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8157346035114734968?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8157346035114734968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-up-my-good-friend-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8157346035114734968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8157346035114734968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-up-my-good-friend-blog.html' title='What&apos;s up my good friend the blog'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8671550900835548692</id><published>2009-08-23T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:28:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why read to write?</title><content type='html'>These days I feel like I have been writing my own stories. If you read the margins of my books you will find a whole other book. I call it "Alaina's View." I have to take every bit of barely symbolic language and make it into some fantastic, insightful literary masterpiece of thought process. When I read novels on my own, I never write in them. I find it oddly insulting to the writer. I feel like I scar the pages with my own personal views of an authors ideas. We take every book and massacre it. I remember nearly every section and with all my markings, I can find whatever part I want in a novel in warp speed. There is no sacredness in this type of reading and writing. When I read Harry Potter, I find something new and interesting every time I read through the novels. Do you want to know why? because just reading and letting  it flow through your mind like an assembly line of thought makes for a more interesting experience that you can do over and over again. If I take every paragraph and ravish it with my ideas and opinions, why ever read it again? You create so much of an idea for the novel that you miss the novel completely. Reading has been made into a personal thing. If you read like we read, we all have the same opinion. there are rules you've given us for reading and now we all read the same way. We have to linger on every passage, not just the ones we enjoy. We know what is going to happen before it does. Why would you enjoy living life if you already knew what was going to happen? We cannot appreciate it as a whole because we read every paragraph individually, the endless search for "meaning." Everybody likes to tell a good story. And everybody likes to hear a good one. You don't see me over here putting hidden crap in my stories because it will "make them better." Because it doesn't, and I don't think authors actually do it on purpose unless they seriously have no lives. And I am so tired of reading depressing stories. I live in a world where people die every day. We all sin everyday. We all feel the weight of the world on our shoulders. No wonder kids are so messed up, all we ever do is read depressing stories and predict the depressing stuff that is going to happen and then OVER ANALYZE the depressing stuff we find. The feeling we get from books, the bond, the enjoyment: slaughtered. And what for? I certainly do not know. A world has been created where we will never really understand the literature we are made to read. Only the weird stuff we find in it. I am not an author, and I'm tired of being made into one. I had a bad weekend, so I made an angry blog. Maybe next week I'll praise annotations :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-8671550900835548692?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8671550900835548692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-read-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8671550900835548692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/8671550900835548692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-read-to-write.html' title='Why read to write?'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-4396680314015166582</id><published>2009-08-15T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:44:51.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candide: Did the coen brothers write this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Candide is a novel for people with attention deficit disorder. If you cannot pay attention when reading Candide, I don't know how you read novels at all. The incredibly linear style creates short stories into a novel by putting them together extremely quickly. Years pass by in just a few chapters. But don't forget about the never ending dark humor! Another aspect of this novels attention-getting talents. Voltaire shows us death, canabalism, and rape like pulling adorable, white bunnies out of a hat and then putting them directly back into the hat. He doesn't linger on the dark ideas but he certainly doesn't pass them up either. I found myself laughing at hanging, beating, stabbing, and ravishing with a feeling of total disgust afterward. There is one thing about Candide that is undeniable: talk about historical references. GOOD LORD. "everything is best," with this, Voltaire ridicules Leibniz's philosophy by oversimplifying his optimism and terminology and presenting funny examples. I wonder if he wrote the entire novel just for this purpose. I mean its short, it has a common theme, maybe we over analyze his intentions for the novel. Voltaire was obviously an incredibly talented writer and could hide his deep criticism through what seems to be an innovative, comical, interesting novel. I like this idea. I like to think that authors us books for more than creating a timeless story, but a timeless story with a present use for his time. Out of all of the summer reading, this one was not a bore. Its possibly the most genuinely interesting book  other than Harry Potter (the best novelistic act of all time :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989295705541187952-4396680314015166582?l=thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4396680314015166582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/candide-did-coen-brothers-write-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/4396680314015166582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989295705541187952/posts/default/4396680314015166582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisbigalsblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/candide-did-coen-brothers-write-this.html' title='Candide: Did the coen brothers write this?'/><author><name>alainakong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555683755938677055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989295705541187952.post-8649109517663051282</id><published>2009-08-11T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:54:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the kings men... rocks!</title><content type='html'>All the King's Men is one of my favorite books ever. The themes are timeless and can accomodate any thought process. It has the timeless love story between Anne and Jack, politics with Willie, murder, death, secret fathers, sex, crazy children, divorce, marriage, and everything else. When I heard it was a political novel I was dreading it but turns out, I enjoy them! I like to read about people trying to change and shape American government. It also created the idea of following your dreams and breaking out of social rights and wrongs. Willie is the person we all want to be, a smooth talker who seems to control everything around him with perfect precision. It also discusses how sometimes being on top, or "the boss" can lead to your demise. The dialogue was also a great part of the novel. I felt like I knew all the characters and talked to them all of the time because of the constant dialogue between the characters and the narrator to the reader. I also am just in love with the Anne Stanton and Jack Burden love story. I'm a real sucker for long-term love that takes time to truly establish itself. It reminds of the Pearl Jam song "Black". It talks about how "he" can't live his life the same because she "tattooed all I am, all I ever was, black..." I feel like Jack's entire life is not only effected by Willie but also by Anne Stanton. She plays a HUGE part. She is part of the intertwining of Willie and Jack's life! She loved both of them and they both loved her. Poor Jack can't catch a break and Willie doesn't help a home boy out! I hope my life is far less complicated than Jack Burden's. 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