At 5:30am they leave, and my family and I go to bed. Next morning we wake up and go to the Christmas tree and see what Santa Claus bought for us. Something I love is Christmas feeling has never bean gone. Even though I'm the youngest and I have a 24-year-old brother "Santa" still come to my house. We have a small breakfast and watch movies and hear music. In the afternoon we go to have to left overs in my grandmas house. The 27th we normally do a family trip. This year we are going to a cruise. My mom, dad, sister, brother, brothers girlfriend and I are really exited for this year trip. We believe is going to be the best one and the hardest one because is one of the last time we will be ale to do long trips.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Best holiday!
At 5:30am they leave, and my family and I go to bed. Next morning we wake up and go to the Christmas tree and see what Santa Claus bought for us. Something I love is Christmas feeling has never bean gone. Even though I'm the youngest and I have a 24-year-old brother "Santa" still come to my house. We have a small breakfast and watch movies and hear music. In the afternoon we go to have to left overs in my grandmas house. The 27th we normally do a family trip. This year we are going to a cruise. My mom, dad, sister, brother, brothers girlfriend and I are really exited for this year trip. We believe is going to be the best one and the hardest one because is one of the last time we will be ale to do long trips.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Women as Men
Women are not as capable as man, men are stronger and more
intelligent. All these are stereotypes
were created long time ago. On where they believed woman were not as perfect as
man were. Women were a deformation of man.
We can see how in Shakespeare play Othello woman were expected to be
quiet and man controlled them. Men were allowed to tell woman what to do. We
can see it with Desdemona and Othello, and with Emilia and Iago. Women are expected to be poppets of the man.
When Desdemona talked over Othello, he got offended and was something uncommon.
In several occasions Othello tells Desdemona to leave the room she does it with
out even questioning him. “O devil,
devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls
would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!” Othello tells Desdemona. We can see
how he talks to her in a mean way with out even caring there was another person
there, or if she was hurt. Desdemona answer
to him “I will not stay to offend you.” I think here it shows how Desdemona
feels vulnerable and she knows she can’t answer back. Woman were poppets of man and were expected
to do what they said so.
In
the play Othello they accused Desdemona of cheating on Othello. Othello was
offended, and knew he couldn’t stay with his arms crossed. With out even asking
or wondering he accused her of betrayal.
He called her mistress and strumpet several times. Desdemona was not
allowed to speak her mind. There is a scene on where Desdemona and Emilia speak
about woman cheating. It is interesting seeing their different points of views.
Desdemona believe woman couldn’t cheat on their husbands. For her eyes woman
were true and pure. Woman had to satisfy their husband needs. “That there be
women do abuse their husbands
In such gross kind?” Desdemona asked Emilia.
Emilia’s answers surprised Desdemona “There be some such, no question.” Emilia believed woman were capable of
anything and woman could do anything they wanted even unrespect their husbands.
Personally
I believe cheating is not acceptable. Not just in women also in man. Women have
gained a lot of more freedom but still we need to work on it. Woman should be
able to do what men do and even more.
What woman are not expected to do such as unrespect man or talk over
them man should do the same things toward woman. Men should do what they
expect women to do for women to do the same thing like Emlia said “Then let
them use us well: else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us
so.”
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Poem #1
Fairy-tale Logic
By A.E Stallings
Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks:
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat,
Select the prince from a row of identical masks,
Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks
And snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote,
Or learn the phone directory by rote.
Always it’s impossible what someone asks—
You have to fight magic with magic. You have to believe
That you have something impossible up your sleeve,
The language of snakes, perhaps, an invisible cloak,
An army of ants at your beck, or a lethal joke,
The will to do whatever must be done:
Marry a monster. Hand over your firstborn son.
I liked this poem, fist of
all the title catch my attention “Fairy-tale Logic”. I started reading it and I
thought it was interesting I read it for a second time. I liked it because it was talking about how
we see movies on where the main character face impossible things. “Tiptoe up to a dragon where it basks”. The first lines makes me think how many times
I wish I was on a fairytale.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Match Up! 1
you weep?
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord? If haply you my father do suspect
An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.
Othello. Had it pleased heaven To try me with affliction; had they rain'd
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head.
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
I should have found in some place of my soul. A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!
Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life;
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,—
Ay, there, look grim as hell!
Othello. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst
ne'er been born!
Othello. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write 'whore' upon? What committed!
Committed! O thou public commoner!
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed! Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks,
The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear it. What committed!
Impudent strumpet!
Desdemona. No, as I am a Christian:
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Othello. I cry you mercy, then:
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
That married with Othello.
[Raising his voice]
You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell!
[Re-enter EMILIA]
You, you, ay, you!
We have done our course; there's money for your pains: I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel
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You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance
And made other plans
But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no
You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
To cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river-er
Cry me a river
Cry me a river-er, yea yea
I know that they say
That somethings are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
(Don't act like you don't know it)
All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
(Messing with my head)
You should've picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it
(Yea..)
You don't have to say, what you did,
(Don't have to say, what you did)
I already know, I found out from him
(I already know, uh)
Now there's just no chance, for you and me, there'll never be
(No chance, you and me)
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me
Why did you leave me, all alone
(All alone)
Now you tell me you need me
When you call me, on the phone
(When you call me on the phone)
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy
(I'm not like them baby)
Your bridges were burned, and now it's your turn
(It's your turn)
To cry, cry me a river
(Go on and just)
Cry me a river-er
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Alas the heavy day! Why do
you weep?
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord? If haply you my father do suspect
An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.
Now there's just no chance, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
The damage is done
I know that they say
That somethings are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
You were my sun
You were my earth
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
Girl I refuse, And don't it make you sad about it
By heaven, you do me wrong.
You don't have to say, what you did,
I already know
No, as I am a Christian:
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
So you took a chance
And made other plans
No, as I shall be saved.
But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down
O, heaven forgive us!
And don't it make you sad about it
You told me you loved me. Now you tell me you need me
Girl I refuse, you must have me confused
With some other guy.
I
choose the song "cry me a river" by Justin Timberlake. He is saying
how the girl is telling him he needs him, and he wants him and is not true. He
found out she was with someone else. He is trying to be tough and telling her
that she is not her backup and he is done. She can cry anything she wants but
it will not work with him. When I read the lyrics of this song, I can relate Othello’s
feelings. He is really mad when he thinks Desdemona is cheating on him. He
tries to look tough and strong. Inside he is going crazy. When he is telling Desdemona
to back up he tells her she doesn’t need to cover it up, to stop being all nice
and tell the truth. He also says that she is a false woman that tells him he
loves him but it is not true.
Example:
Othello: O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst
ne'er been born!
Song: You were my sun, you were my earth
Othello
is talking about how she was his everything, she seemed she was no nice and
kind but not of it was true. i match it up with "you were my sun, were my
earth" she looked as she was the best but that was in the past, he uses
were twice meaning no more.
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