Wednesday, April 29, 2009

the final ... i guess ... i might try to post more just for fun a little later today

Dr. Sexson once said, "Nothing is ever resolved, you never get your shit together." I was turning in an essay of place and telling my professor, as we discuss i keep comming up with better ideas to end this. And she responded, "The best essay or piece of literature hasn't been written yet." These just seem to coincide. Life is never constant. People in your life are never constant. Definitions of love and conflicts are never constant. The ideas of everything are always there (past possesses the present) but it all changes, and if ya let it all in and go with it and learn a little, life turns into an adventure rather than a struggle.
This was an amazing class (not trying to kiss ass haha)

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

It wasn't a major argument but it could qualify as a man vs. woman conflict. I watched these two for a little while. they were apparently friends because they joked around with eachother and such after dancing. So this small conflict was resolved through music and dancing! Ha! its funny now reflecting on everyday things with this class.

a recorded converstation

This was a conversation i happened upon when i was swing dancing at the SOB barn.

“How were you this moring?

“Draggin a little, you?

“Oooh, I went to church DRUNK. Ha ha.”

“Ha, yeah I bet, you guys put away a lot of alcohol.”

“Yeah, ha ha. Well thank you and if I can ever DD for you on my bicycle, I will.

“Ha! Gee, I’ll keep that in mind. You’ll have to come party with me and the boys. We certainly have a good time.”

“Oh ya?”

“Uh huh. I’ve done away with 26 beers one night.”

“What?! No! Your so tiny…and a chick! You lack the special enzyme to digest alcohol too.”

“Yes I did! Ha ha.”

“No way. That’s like…three gallons!”

“Seriously. I grew up in Poland and have been drinking since I was thirteen. I have a high tolerance”

“Huh………………..I wonder how much alcohol it takes a bear to get drunk.”

“Oh my god! Only you Patrick. Haha. Lets dance!”

“Mmm, Cherry Poppin Daddies? Ok. Lets get busy!”

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

reflecting on my term paper

My little sister is so resilient to hardships. She is happy and content most of the time. But i do worry about her "getting bored." She's got to stay busy or she starts getting in sneaking out haha. And rarely, but occasionally she gets caught up in the drama of group settings. She falls as hunter against the differences and becomes a follower of stereotypes sometimes. Maybe its the age, but i really hope she finds something that helps her keep to her own way, much like i have/do (a constant process) through literature, art, and psychology. They are a constant reminder of what can happen, what does happen, and what it feels like when it does happen... It, referring to ostracizing or keeping differences separate. For example, in my work field and major study, i feel what "different" people feel everyday. I work with special needs kids and their families. The look or vibes people give in public are that of sympathy, yikes, geez keep that kid under control. But at least it is attention, sometimes people avoid looking at us and pretend we aren't there. And maybe they are uncomfortable, but part of my repsonsibility which is becomming easier, is socializing with "my kiddos." To change the stigma, we say hello to people and of course thank you or how are you. I try to give off the impression that all is ok (not well, but ok) and that we are not that different, well we are, but we are cool and diserve to be responded to in a positive way. Ha ha. These kids are just amazingly cool, they make me laugh and help me to remember how to be a kid, or rather just to be myself and enjoy life as it comes. Studying others writings allows me to think and see things as a new or new rememberance of things too (a little anamnesis ... and i am experiencing a little metamorphosis i guess...huh...well one change always changes something else. so it should be fun to watch and be involved with everything)

"To My Sister" Term Paper

Sady: “The Golden Ass? Wow. What is that?”

Crystal: “A book I’m reading for classical lit. It has become one of my many adventures.

Sady: And this one? The one with a naked chick? Is that another adventure?

Crystal: Ha ha. Oh yes. Tell ya what, instead of getting conned into doing dishes, lets make a
B-line for the county line, and I’ll get into details.

Sady: Ooo ooo. Ha. Lets move then!

Sady: So wait, is this gonna be retarded? I mean the walk was a good idea, but am “I” going to like it? I don’t even like to read.

Crystal: Well, I had a professor who told me if you have sex, challenge, and profanity in an opening as a writer, you’ve usually got the reader hooked. I’ve got all of the above.

Sady: Ha ha. Ok.

Crystal: We’ll start with one of the first fart jokes ever written down since our family seems to be full of fun little pranksters that so freely blow air. And then I’ll tell you about the Trojan Women which is sad, Lysistrata, the naked chick book, and a little bit about Ovid and metamorphoses.
I’ve uncovered a pretty sweet discovery from these. While shit may fall from the sky and smack ya right on the head, its easier to welcome it with open arms. Take note, this has literally happened to me twice!
So, the first fart joke comes from the Homeric Hymns. The story of Hermes the trickster or a version of Stewie from the Family Guy.

Apollo was speaking to Hermes when he was a baby:
Among immortals, you will have this honor:
To be forever known as king of robbers
Phoebus Apollo spoke and grabbed the baby.
Hand-hoisted now, the might Angus-Killer
Pondered his options first, then shot an omen,
A reckless message from a hard-worked belly.
Right after this he gave a sneeze.
Hermes is with us all. Sometimes a help, sometimes a swindler of the mortal trives of humans.

Sady: haha. Hey sis, you want an omen?

Crystal: Ew! Yeah you better run! Haha. See its not boring. In fact, I’ve also learned that “no thing is boring. There are just boring people.” If you don’t believe me, try to see everything as not boring and easier than ya think.
Sady: That’s interesting.

Crystal: Ok. So in the Trojan Women, all the men from Troy died and their women became concubines, or sex slaves. Their sons, no matter the age were also killed. This story of a woman having to give her child to a soldier to be killed was intense. It was a bit melodramatic but very tragic. Could you imagine handing over your 8 year son to be murdered? Well in the scene that we read and saw she has a very ramatic yell of agony…like this…We call it cartharsis, cleansing ourselves of pity, just kind of letting it in and then out. So kinda just accepting bad things happen, sometimes its tragic, but it is part of the “circle of life.”

Sady: Ha ha, nice Lion King reference there.

Crystal: Hey whatever is past possesses the present.

Sady: huh…Ok. So lets hear about this naked chick ay.

Crystal: Alright. So these greek women’s country (good English I know haha) were at war. And they were sick of not having their men around. So they created a pact or an oath promising to not consent to sex with their lovers, husbands, whoever until they ended the war. It was Lysistrata’s idea so she was just fine with having no sex, the others took the oath sorrowfully.

Sady: HAHA! That is great!!

Crystal: And it worked, as the men soon had some major hard-ons and were utterly miserable.

Sady: PUH! Ha ha!

Crystal: Now in reality, this would not have flew. The women in this time had no power, no right, weren’t allowed to contribute to society, and in fact weren’t even wanted except to make babies. So this story was written as a comedy to sorta make fun of the phallocentric view.

Sady: Which is?

Crystal: The viewpoint in which the world is led, by all things related to the male reproductive system, in other words a dominant male viewpoint that rules society. They were going against the rules of society. And there’s all kinds of fun literary stuff in it that you probably wouldn’t be interested in.

Sady: uhm no.

Crystal: ok moving on to the metamorphoses. Ovid wrote a ton of stories with his characters all changing into something. And I’ll have you read a short one. But instead of dying in their conflict, or as punishment by the jealous gods, they are changed into something, sometimes a rock, sometimes a swan, sometimes a tree. But the point there, is metampsychosis: the transmigration of souls. In another book called The Imaginary Life, the author wrote about Ovid’s unknown life in exile. From this book and all of Ovid’s stories, I learned to let the universe in and that nothing dies, everything changes and something else lives. So with all the crap in the family, and the constant losing and changing of significant people in my life, I am learning to go with the flow. I am working towards just experiencing everything as it comes. As David Malouf said in Imaginary Life, “I must drive out my old self and let the univers in….the spirit of things will migrate back into us….Only then will we have some vision of our true body as men.” So instead of hiding my quirks or giving into societal conformity and separating ourselves from nature and each other, I figure the ride will be way more interesting experiencing everything.


Crystal: So anywho, I think school and home will be a little easier for ya if you try to find something to learn from, in fact, tell me Sady, what did you learn from school today? haha.

Sady: Ha...ummmmm....I learned to pass time in school.

Crystal: haha ok, how?

Sady: Slept. ha ha ha!

Crystal: Ha ha, oh good grief.

Sady: Nah, well only one class...and then i talked a lot in another class.

Crystal: Puh ha ha.

Sady: But i got points taken away in culinary class for it...and then i stole a brownie!

Crystal: Ha ha oh sady you're amazing!

Sady: Ha yep! I just go with the flow let the grown ups jabber go right in one ear and out the other...Can i read the naked chick book?

(some Golden Ass blogs should be up in the next few days, :/ late i know)

Monday, April 6, 2009

some recappage

I am sittin here jammin out to the J. Geils Band, "love stinks" in particular, rereading some blogs i found interesting and decided to just blog my test review to help my memory. so here goes:

Athenian Women: their good behavior wouldn't uphold under pressure = weak, uncontrolled, consumers, made no choides = victims, legitamacy of children/citizenship, wives are expenseive troublesome necessity, homoerotic love = women weren't fully human, conception through copulation = undesirable (this will coincide with phallocentricism, my thesis)

Greek comedy: language, no prose, stanzas: strophe, antistrophe, comedy is reactive, tragedy is about universe, old comedy responds to stimulus, comic here unites what was chaotic, come chorus represents arrival of wierd new world, speeches toward specifics

Zach M's blog about Imaginary Life, he mentions the "power of names plays with our minds." A label for anything does play with our minds, we've got stereotype knowledge, then activation, then application. It is a very interesting aspect of our society to study. Stereotyping is part of that separation from nature or cultures we so adamently sexlude.

Ben's blog on the symposium made me laugh. He mentioned socrates as the D.D. he said there's always someone that drives no matter how sober they think they are or no matter how much htey have drank. He calls this person the maniac, or fool, boy do i know that friend that nearly always drives us around. Maniac or fool is a good definition for them. and Ben also says that the maniac usually has the most insighfuly lines or is the most entertaining. This is true of our bonfire nights in hyalite. This one friend of ours usually comes up with the bright ideas of Hot Potato with snowballs lit in fire as the hot potato.

And i am sad to say that i have not yet recieved the Rock of class. I hope to, but in case not, i am responding to Chloe. She describes the rock and the dirt and bugs that may have been or is on it. When i think of rocks, i always think of history, its story where it came from. Since i was about 5 years old, i had always wanted to be a paleontologist and dig up dinosaur bones. I think i still have a rock collection from youth back home. But this career is on hold, and will be a retirement hobby/career. past possess present and leads future...

aristophanes:tally how we love eachother
socrates:love is wanting, philosopher
alcibiades: love for socrates

anamnesis: you know everything there is to know, its a matter of remembering
nostos: homecomming

niobe:weeping stone
acteon: stag
narcissus: flower
echo: echo
atalanta: lion
pentheus: boar
4 ages: gold, silver, bronze, iron = definitive myth of declination
arachne: spider
mira: pregnant tree
tiresias: man 2 woman woman 2 man
midas: ass's ears
pyramus thysbe: mulberries red, romeo juliet
calisto : bears/constilations

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

imaginary life cont...

a few pages that i want to discuss a little later...
28, 40, 50, 67, 103

Here are some photos of cygnus. We've got constellation style and a little painting still portraying constellation. I thought it was interesting, that the drawn pics are of cygnus on his back. And i had found no pics of transformation or any pics for the different stories of how cygnus was turned to a swan...

Monday, March 30, 2009

An Imaginary Life

David Malouf's "An Imaginary Life" was an ingenious and poetic approach to Ovid Naso's exile. This place in the book was unamed, as no one seems to know EXACTLY where Ovid was after exile. It allowed the reader to wander freely about the theme, experiencing life from all aspects of the self. Ovid was placed in an unkown place in which was an unknown tongue, but he soon learned the language and the people and discovered the Child who was wild.

Ovid being a poet, language was important. Well understanding a native language in place of residency is generally important. But as an upperclass poet of a distant land, he had thought that this new language was not so pretty and lyrical. He learns to accept it. In fact, upon caring for this wild boy, he decides to teach the boy language or sounds in this land's tongue. He says he once knew a language once (latin) that he must rediscover it again.

It seems that his story was of transformation, but not necessarily into anything, just change, metamorphosis. He says, "I must drive out my old self and let the universe in....the spirit of things will migrate back into us....Only then will we have som vision of our true body as men."

Its as though he must get rid of anything that he thought made him a man or human or his personality, and relearn life again in truth. Its ironic since he tries to humanize the Child, by giving him a specific language. The language in itself is ironic, since Ovid probably defined himself through his poetics. This whole time of teaching hte Child and even finding the child during hunting parties, he is conflicting wihtin with his relationship wiht his dad and deceased brother. He is also conflicting of how he fits in with the people he lives with.

Ovid seems most close and comfortable around the Child. Its as thought the Child represents what he used to be, simple, and eventually trapped, and then at last free, simple again. After the old man dies in the home, he takes the child and leaves, as there is lack of protection for them. Once they are out in the wild, and he realizes the Child has no destination, he feels free. Free from complexity of time, language, society.

Life goes on. We, individually, may die, but something else lives. While we live, we must learn from the past, learn from life. Hell, just learn to live in this universe rather than separating ourselves from everything in it. The separation seems to cause the trouble, the wars, the internal conflict, the other external conflicts with people and nature.


Much of the past is seen everyday. The common phrase, history repeats itself, is accurate. Through works of euripides, aristophanes, sophocles, and perhaps an imaginary life, i will show that what is past posesses the present through the women and metamorphic characters. They will portray everyday life as we experience it, and my own as well.

Friday, March 27, 2009

The Death of Cygnus

Cygnus, the son of Poseidon, supported the Trojans in the Trojan war. Achilles tried to kill him with weapons but it wouldn't kill Cygnus, so instead he prevented him from breathing, by according to the Ovid, smashing his nose and strangling him. When Cygnus died he was turned into a swan. Cygnus is the latin word for "swan." The language is so vivid, it is almost funny, well amusing anyway. "his jaw lolling" just hanging after Achilles beat him...I really like the one minute story retellings. They are fun and its interesting to see what other poeple take from each of the metamorphoses...Metamorphoses...

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Ah! phallocentricism! Geez, so some friends and i went to Chico hot springs last week. My buddy was drivin us and as he braked, his car made consistent jerking movements...and I had said, "Hey your car is doing the same thing mine used to. Ya might need your roters turned." and another friend started nameing off a bunch of other stuff, like bad breakes, ball bearings goin out etc....OK! Just because i'm a girl does not mean im stupid about cars. I hate when men or any one for that matter, women do the same, overestimate gender differences!! PHEW. ok. This is sort of a good transitioning into euripides which shall be posted soon (late i know)
And one quick note on Ted Hughes, i read through a few tales and i cannot figure out why the hell such language would be put out of print. The death of Cygnus is really really gruesome...good stuff. ha. but more on the tales from ovid in the next 2 or 3 days.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

phallocentricism and the related

So i was mistaken by what it means to be phallocentric. It means centered on the masculine point of view. That brings up the issue of male privelege. We discussed As You Like It briefly, where Rosalind disquises herself as a man. Its been a long time since we performed this in speech and drama in highschool. But from what i remember, she was disquised to be able to have a little more freedom while running away, all the while she falls in love with Orlando while disquised. Celia and Rosalind are pretty comic in some places. Its an interesting twist to experience the male privelege, for women who didn't have the same rights as men. Even authors such as the bronte sisters or characters in Louisa may alcotts books, the women diguise their names as male to be able to have their writings published. That sounded like a good idea but they still didnt get credit, it was their male counterparts. We still live in a phallocentric world. Women still only make 70-80 cents for the man's dollar. ((to be continued))

Friday, March 6, 2009

hurdling insults

Oh man, where do i start, which story shall i tell?
I've got the girls nights where we sit and have a few king's cup or truth or dare jenga. Those games always let out some interesting stories, which procede to teasing. The teasing leads to the insult hurdling. We think of every little kid insult we can, like: butt-face, dork, poop-head...yes we are that mature haha. Usually after throwing insults and we can think of anything "good" to say back, it turns physical and we start wrestling.
Then again there was a not-so-playful banter last summer. My ex-roommate was...a little unstable...If she got mad, she would write me a note and stick it on the counter. Then she'd leave for a day or two. Most of the time it was because people came over that she didnt like. The notes usually said something along the lines of : "You know, i don't appreciate...," or "Thanks for taking a shower when i had to work..." or the best one was when we were paying half the rent, half the utilities, found the appt together and signed a lease..."We agreed you could move in with me, and my rules are..." At that point in the last note, i did not finish reading. I crumpled it up and started toward her room. She came up the stairs and i told her we needed to act like adults and she shut her bedroom door. i continued to yell, "This is my home too! Quit being so stupid! You didn't like the notes from the last roommate and now your doing it to me. I refuse to put up with this shit again! If you'd act mature and more adult-like we wouldnt have this big of a problem. You want me out? say the word and i'll leave you with the rent for yourself!" She never said another thing to me. So i moved out. Its too bad our friendship ended but communication doesn't work with one person. Even if the communication is hurdling insults, it only works if both do it.
So i guess we have fun and not-so-much fun hurdling insults occasionally.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


While reading Lysistrata, my roommate looked at me with eyebrows up when i bursted into a giggle here and there. I like the way the translator wrote her intro and footnotes. She put her own voice in it. The conflict between men and women can be found in this play, again. I haven't read the essays yet, but I look forward to it. The dialogue was so blunt and colorful! Even one of the youtube clips quite literally colorful. The women with vibrant colors and langerie, the men as soldiers with attached (large) penises. I got to thinking, why on earth didn't our Drama coach in highschool have us do a piece from this play?! It could have been a hoot and a half for classical duo! (then again perhaps it was because our little school wouldn't have a approved because sex is so tabooed...)
I was thinking about this men vs. women conflict...and the other day i was hanging out with one of my girlfriends and she was talking about her boyfriend. Apparently he was getting on her nerves about driving home after a nite out at the bars. She actually said something along the lines of, "I just don't know how to get it through his head to not drive after drinking! Maybe I should just deny him." That whole conversation was even funnier after reading Lysistrata. Its funny, how if we take someone's weakness, and hold on to it, how they will bend in the direction we want them to.

Monday, March 2, 2009

As a quick vent before normal blogging again:
Next time we get a freak winter storm, i hope the roads find you all safe! And i hope that other people dont forget how to drive in snow and ice: sloooooow and not following too close behind a person that you can't stop if they do.
I was rear-ended on thursday after class. Trying to keep up with my busy classes and busy work schedule, this obviously did not help with the stress! phew...
But it doesn't look like the frame was damaged and so not a total loss :) i owe thanks to someone or something...Maybe Demeter, for though the crazy winter so close to spring brought this on, i did not die or lose my car haha! ...ah the joys of laughter, putting humor in tragedy works! i do not feel as sullen and defeated as i had thursday, friday, or even saturday! Now just to get a move on catching up!
Holy shit! ... $4,000.00 to fix is the estimate i just found out! (but the other insurance co. covers it!)
PHEW! ... and it always could have been worse...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Symposium (interesting stuff)

So i was googling the Symposium and found lots of info on the story and what it meant etc etc. Then i found a link to JAWS: Journalism And Women Symposium. Its a group of journalists/educators/etc to as they say, "meet in an atmosphere of mutual support, professional growth and a chance to excercise the tongue instead of biting it." I thought it was interestingly relevant. One, it was a women's group to speak out in journalism, and they call it recording "news." On this page there were many "click here" information, including people's blogs from this group. In several of these blogs, they stressed the idea that they as journalist "need to differentiate newspapers from radios, magazines, and other sources of news," and "to discern the difference between showing images and writing text in real time of what is happening and developing thoughtful, insightful journalism that puts these events in context with balance and multidimensional reporting."
It sounds great, and i thought it was sort of funny, that there was a group for women to meet in symposia to discuss. (i also wonder how professional it is like a meeting, or one of those things where my aunt's political friends come over to discuss their lobbying while drinking BEAUCOUP DE VIN! they tend to get loud and giggly after several bottles of wine) Anyways, since it was normally the men who got together to discuss what ever it was they wanted to, it was interesting that there was a women's group created that actually used the word Symposium.
And this group continually discussed about writing in context and making it insightful...well so far what i've read considered "news" isn't written to excitingly, just biased and blatant where the reader pretty much only needs the headline to know what happened. This usually doesnt inspire much more thought from the reader or application. So it sounds to me, they are to simply make what they write more concise and professional...maybe they should think about what will get the reader interested in reading? then again its as if we've become lazy and dont want to think too maybe they could just add in little stories of the past and how they own or connect to the now, sort of slowly get the human mind to want to think haha...or maybe they should just take this class from Dr. Sexson...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

test notes

1. hubris - pride or arrogance
2. what are the elusinian mysteries?
Done-reanactment of the abduction of persephone
Said-rain, conceive
Shown-stalk of wheat or corn
3. 5 conflicts discussed by steiner in order :)
1 men vs women
2 old vs young
3 individual vs state
4 living vs dead
5 gods vs mortals
4. epithet-handle, EX: "trim ankles" for persephone
5. which two characters exemplify most of the 5 conflicts in Antigone?
-creon, antigone
6. sticomythia - rapid succession of one-liners (prob given an example)
7. Sparagmos - tearing of LIVE flesh (but not MY flesh! haha)
8. anthropocentric - in context of greek tragedy, human, vs. theocentric, of god
9. Miasma - pollution, p.X in the intro
10. ~antigone's view of politics-
~notion of moving target-
~meaning of creons name-
11. Eternal return referring to ground hogs day lecture
~endless repetition of things
~elusinian mysteries --> cycles --> seasons
12. who is Hermes like?
~Stewie from family guy
13. Thurough said we should read the ____ vs. the ____ (check out Rio's blog)
14. Who is guilty or taking one above and throwing her below?
15. In Illo Tempore- "in the great time" vs "in the beginning"
16. Which 2 mythological figures are polytropic?
~Hermes, odeseus
17. 3 Great tragedians...
~escolys, sophocles, euripides
18. God of cross roads...
19. Agon- conflict, contest between 2 people (thinking of rap competitions)
20. All that is past possesses the future
21. The two best things that happen to us according the Chorus in Antigone...
#1 is to never have been born
#2 is to die
22. Sarvam ___ & ___ = all is suffering, all is fleeting
23. define antigone
~against birth
24. What infant injury does oedipus recieve?
~ holes in his ankles
25. Hermes response to innocense:
"i was born yesterday"
26. what happened with Robert Johnson at the crossroads
~sold his soul to the devil to acquire guitar playin skills
27. Frued says we laugh so as not to cry
28. to make something anagogic:
~going into or getting to the heavenly realm
29. Senex
~ preventing of fun or good time old preventing young from a good time?
(only a base)


Steiner response

On page 241, Steiner compares Antingone's victimization and feminity. He says that she, "dies a virgin, and therefore, unfulfilled in respect of her sexual identity." He is referencing marriage and childbearing. She is denied her sexual identity.
I found it interesting that this is viewed as a punishment. In line 523, Antigone says, "I cannot side with hatred. My nature sides with love." and Creon responds, "got to Hades, then, and if you have to love, love someone dead. As long as i live, i will not be ruled by a woman." Their conflict continues, Ismene enters, and at line 571 Creon says to Ismene, "I loathe bad women. She's not for my son....(line 575) Not me. Death will put a stop to this marriage." Creon denies Antigone of her throne once married, denies her love, and denies her of any procreation to continue the family through her father. All of this...procreation or childbearing is specific to the female. The main sense of power for a female is taken be continued! off to class!

Friday, February 13, 2009

This is skittles, all of my cousins goin for a swim along with skittles, and skittles playin with sadee my coon.


Skittles was the name of my silver sable pomeranian. No, she was not meant to be a football, and no, she was not a yapper. I trained her well. She used to go intertubing with us on the river and irrigation canal, even went camping. Skittles loved car rides and even though i went away to school, she always met me at my car each visit home. Then over christmas break i had decided that once i went home i would bring her back to bozeman and sneak her into my appartment. However, i came home one week too late. We live next to my grandparents and they have several small dogs of their own. One of these dogs, who doesn't deserve a name, or a burial when she dies (apparently much like Creon had thought Polyneices and Eteocles didn't). This dog always started the fights and beat on the other dogs, even killed my dog's puppies on both litters. And she would do it at night so everyone was less likely to wake up. This dog was smart, well evil. Anyway, this go around she killed my dog right before i got home. Since its the middle of winter with ground still frozen, Skittles is awaiting her burial. She is in a freezer right now till the ground thaws. In a way it is funny, but thats all we can do, she diserves a "funeral." I told my grandparents that the evil dog better be gone when i get home or it will disappear. That dog wasn't gone when i got home, but they said they would do something about her. My youngest sister is turning 5 in about two weeks. I will be returning home, and i will seek revenge if its not gone. I won't tell anyone, but i'll take her far away and dump her at someone's house or take her to the pound. That in itself sounds evil, but she's not hardly a pet, she just eats, makes evil babies, and kills other dogs. So here soon i will take revenge for my dog, Skittles. Then shortly after that, spring will be here, and i will be able to burry my dog. Then she will be in the ground, and provide nourishment for the spring flowers, or alfalfa plants...unlike the evil mutt who will probably be euthanized. It is a sad tragedy with a little humor and vendetta.

Monday, February 9, 2009

"News!" haha. mythical birthplace of zeus may have been found

Smokey and the Bandit! These guys have epithets or "handles." Smokey Bear (Sherrif) and the Bandit (just like hermes). In the movie, these two interesting characters with lots of money make a bet with Burt Reynolds say he can't bootleg a load of beer across state lines for $80,000. So the Bandit (Burt Reynolds) adds to this deal sayin he'll need a speedy car, the transam. He gets his old trucker buddy, snow man, to get in on the deal. The bandit is the runner the trixter, like hermes, or the distractor so snow man can drive his illegal load across state lines. The movie is full of humor, as we were discussing the intro to tragedy, and mirrors Hermes. So I thought watching this movie again was entertainingly relevant. : Robert Johnson, Exposed

mercury/hermes, messenger of the gods, guide of the dead and protector of merchants, gamblers, liars and thieves.god of commerce, trade and profit. Just some different versions of them with the sceptor and or serpents...

Sunday, February 8, 2009

So a bad day...It was a couple of days ago. I went to bed in a bad mood. I was stressed and behind in school and work was startin to get to me. I figured if i crashed early i'd wake up in a good mood with lots of sleep. Instead, however, i woke up in a worse mood and stayed that way for the rest of the day. During this day i ended up getting all fired up over a discussion in one of my classes and realized we could have all handled that situation a bit better. So that flustered me. Then i talked to my mom and heard kids laughing and screamin running through the house and got homesick. Of course that didn't help matters. Some how i turned it off and went to work with my kiddos and we had a good ol time. But i got back to my appartment tried to lay down for 15 mins and was all tensed up, still in a damn foul mood. haha. so i went to the gym and felt amazing after that! .... Hmmm...the role of suffering?... Well i realized i hate being in a bad mood or having the off days. But i always find some new tool to use when it happens. And occasionally i just need an off day to put me back on the ground to look around and realize the important things in this life. And of course thinking of suffering and why things happen the way they do. There is always some reason or some person to blame. Dr. Sexon mentioned scapegoating. One of my other lit professors showed us a painting of a scapegoat after reading, i believe The Lottery or something that was in that weeks lesson. Anyhow here is a pic of it.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I personally thought the name Doso for Demeter was an interesting catch. After Dr. Sexson mentioned that the name meant sorrow, and that Dolores also comes from the word dolorous meaning sorrowful, I thought of my grandmother. The sorrowful mother. This is a little personal, but not detailed and I don't mind. My grandma's name is Dolores. Its sadly a fitting name. She no longer speaks to 3 of her 5 children due to numerous idiotic immature reasons on their part. She used to be so depressed. But she became pretty resilient. There is another line in To Demeter: Goddess, you must give up your noisy grieving-you'll have no benefit from endless anger (line 82) Though lady Demeter has yet to complete the 5 stages of grief at this moment, watching a person or character go through these is interesting. My grandma has...sorta...she's working on forgiveness i think, but i don't think she'll ever speak to them again. She feels too much betrayal. But she no longer dwells and tries not to worry so much. She's a lot happier trying to get over her anger. Another line portraying importance of human emotion pertaining to holding grudges is line 360: Persephone, go to your dark-robed mother, and foster in your heart a gentle temper-and do not let what happened make you wretched. Granted these events "suck" and holding grudges can eat you alive, but can a person blame either of them? I wouldn't blame them for being angry. Also it brings up the expectation for women to be submissive and passive...posh...i don't know about anyone else but i'm gonna express my feelings.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009