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)
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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!”
“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 trouble...like 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.
(LAST FRIDAY NIGHT I CALLED HER TO READ THIS TO HER. THIS IS THE ENDING THAT I GOT FROM HER RESPONSE)
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)
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.
(LAST FRIDAY NIGHT I CALLED HER TO READ THIS TO HER. THIS IS THE ENDING THAT I GOT FROM HER RESPONSE)
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...
symposium
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
adonis:windlower
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
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...
symposium
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
adonis:windlower
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
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