Monday, October 27, 2008
Disturbia Character Analysis
Mr. Turner definately brings the maniahcale aspect of a villian to the story of the movie, Disturbia. This characteristic of his helps to better the movie and make it more supensful. His tactics are realistic. An example of this would be how he laid low through out the whole first part of the movie, but once he realised his problem, his problem being the main character and his friends out to expose him, he was determined to deal with it; to make his problem go away so to speak. His whole way of operation throught the film is very realistic, and brings the "edge of your seat" aspect to the audience.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Some assignment that i cant remember the name of
Here we have two passages, both The Life of a Slave girl, and Narrative in the Life of Fredrick Douglas. Both passages are prime examples of life back in the slave days. When it comes to rhetoric, both passages have their similarities.
Both of these passages appeal to pathos. At first, the two stories seem to have no type of rhetoric whatsoever, but eventually as one reads further, one can make an emotional connection with the characters depicted within the story. Both stories contain examples of the cruelty shown to slaves in that period of time. Some examples more graphic than others, but they all contain blood, pain, and anger. These feelings and aspects of the story can be easily picked up by the reader, and felt by the reader. This further strengthens the connection between the authors work and his audience.
Both of these passages, The Life of a Slave Girl, and Narrative in the Life of Fredrick Douglas, establish pathos with their readers. They both are prime examples of life back in the slave days. Because of this and their realistic problems presented, they form an emotional connection with their readers.
Both of these passages appeal to pathos. At first, the two stories seem to have no type of rhetoric whatsoever, but eventually as one reads further, one can make an emotional connection with the characters depicted within the story. Both stories contain examples of the cruelty shown to slaves in that period of time. Some examples more graphic than others, but they all contain blood, pain, and anger. These feelings and aspects of the story can be easily picked up by the reader, and felt by the reader. This further strengthens the connection between the authors work and his audience.
Both of these passages, The Life of a Slave Girl, and Narrative in the Life of Fredrick Douglas, establish pathos with their readers. They both are prime examples of life back in the slave days. Because of this and their realistic problems presented, they form an emotional connection with their readers.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
"Where is she?"
"Have you talked to them lately?" "Yea sure why?" "Well i haven't seen them in a few weeks, I was just wondering if everything was ok." "Well....they got kicked out again." "What? Are u serious? When did this happen?" "Just a couple of weeks ago." "Well do you know where they are? Why did they get kicked out?" "I dont know."
"I can't believe it, again? Why oh why oh why. What in the world could she and her sister have done? So many questions are running throughout my head right now it's crazy. I should have known once i went a week without seeing her. We've been hanging out so much lately, it was beautiful, but then this happens. Where could she be, maybe down south again like last time, so far away. I hope she's alright. I wonder how long she is going to stay down there, hopefully not as long as last time. I miss her. I can't stop freakin thinking about her. She knows how I feel about her. I told her that in a conversation that we once had. Ever since then it's been so good, and now this. I wish i could have atleast seen her before hand, just to say goodbye, but wait. I can see her again. Thats right, she told me the last time i saw her! Next thursday, the night she is supposed to do it. She told me herself, the week of the 22nd. Hopefully she is still supposed to do it, i hope so."
"So you talked to her mother today?" "Yea I did. I asked her if her daughter would still be doing it on thurday and she said yea. I told her that my family and I would come by to hear her do it and she said she would let her know." "Wow, well thats interesting, i thought she was kicked out along with her sister?" "Yea i kno, i was thinking the same thing. I hope she will actualy be there you kno. I would be kinda upset if she wasnt and, you know, her mother just told me should would be." "Yea i know what ya mean. That would be pretty bogus." "Yea, well lets just hope."
"Tonights the night. Tonights the night she is supposed to give her performance. I wore a suit to school yesterday, and I looked real fly, I'll just wear that same suit again. My sister and I pulled up, parked the car, and walked in and I knew right away what was happening, I just don't think I was willing to accept it yet. We walked to the front and sat down right infront of the stage. All the while i was thinking, well maybe she's in the bathroom or something, or maybe she's in the back practicing or something. Her mother said she would be here, i believe her. After a few minutes my parents walk in and sit right beside my sister and I. Now my heart begins to beat harder. I really hope this is all going to happen now, even my parents came to hear. My sister turns to me and asks, "Where is she?" and I dont know. Her turn comes up, and i watch her mother and her grandmother walk onto the stage. All I could think to myself was I knew it. I can't believe this. How could her mother sit there and tell me right to my face that she would be here tonight. I knew deep down inside that she probably wouldnt be, but i just did not want to believe it. I thought just by some chance, just maybe she would be here, and i could see her for that one last time before she gets sent away. Away out of my reach, where i cant contact her, i cant find out how she is or how shes doing. Where we can't even speak to each other. My palms sweat heavily, all i could do is look down in disgrace. My parents asking "Where is she?" I felt played, mislead, sent-off, stupid off all things. My sister taps my arm and says "I am so sorry." All I can do is just sit there and think. I can't believe this."
"After its all over my friends try to cheer me up." "Its allright man, she'll be back." "Well how can we know that, we can't even speak to eachother." Her mother walks past, and just looks at me, doesnt wave, doesnt say im sorry, doesnt say anything. She just walks and looks. All i can continuously think is "Where could she be....Where is she"
"I can't believe it, again? Why oh why oh why. What in the world could she and her sister have done? So many questions are running throughout my head right now it's crazy. I should have known once i went a week without seeing her. We've been hanging out so much lately, it was beautiful, but then this happens. Where could she be, maybe down south again like last time, so far away. I hope she's alright. I wonder how long she is going to stay down there, hopefully not as long as last time. I miss her. I can't stop freakin thinking about her. She knows how I feel about her. I told her that in a conversation that we once had. Ever since then it's been so good, and now this. I wish i could have atleast seen her before hand, just to say goodbye, but wait. I can see her again. Thats right, she told me the last time i saw her! Next thursday, the night she is supposed to do it. She told me herself, the week of the 22nd. Hopefully she is still supposed to do it, i hope so."
"So you talked to her mother today?" "Yea I did. I asked her if her daughter would still be doing it on thurday and she said yea. I told her that my family and I would come by to hear her do it and she said she would let her know." "Wow, well thats interesting, i thought she was kicked out along with her sister?" "Yea i kno, i was thinking the same thing. I hope she will actualy be there you kno. I would be kinda upset if she wasnt and, you know, her mother just told me should would be." "Yea i know what ya mean. That would be pretty bogus." "Yea, well lets just hope."
"Tonights the night. Tonights the night she is supposed to give her performance. I wore a suit to school yesterday, and I looked real fly, I'll just wear that same suit again. My sister and I pulled up, parked the car, and walked in and I knew right away what was happening, I just don't think I was willing to accept it yet. We walked to the front and sat down right infront of the stage. All the while i was thinking, well maybe she's in the bathroom or something, or maybe she's in the back practicing or something. Her mother said she would be here, i believe her. After a few minutes my parents walk in and sit right beside my sister and I. Now my heart begins to beat harder. I really hope this is all going to happen now, even my parents came to hear. My sister turns to me and asks, "Where is she?" and I dont know. Her turn comes up, and i watch her mother and her grandmother walk onto the stage. All I could think to myself was I knew it. I can't believe this. How could her mother sit there and tell me right to my face that she would be here tonight. I knew deep down inside that she probably wouldnt be, but i just did not want to believe it. I thought just by some chance, just maybe she would be here, and i could see her for that one last time before she gets sent away. Away out of my reach, where i cant contact her, i cant find out how she is or how shes doing. Where we can't even speak to each other. My palms sweat heavily, all i could do is look down in disgrace. My parents asking "Where is she?" I felt played, mislead, sent-off, stupid off all things. My sister taps my arm and says "I am so sorry." All I can do is just sit there and think. I can't believe this."
"After its all over my friends try to cheer me up." "Its allright man, she'll be back." "Well how can we know that, we can't even speak to eachother." Her mother walks past, and just looks at me, doesnt wave, doesnt say im sorry, doesnt say anything. She just walks and looks. All i can continuously think is "Where could she be....Where is she"
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The Custom-House Questions....*yawn*
- What is the primary purpose for the Custom House introduction?
The primary purpose for the Custom House introduction, is to show the author's purpose to his book. It provides an elaborate example on how the authors thought process works, and how he writes, which in this case is rather difficult.
2. What significant change does Hawthorne admit to making in telling the story contained in the diary?
His change seems to be that he began to write more like a surveyor instead of writing typical essays.
3. What potential impact will this change have on the story?
Instead of facts and eact events being thrown at your througout the reading, it will be more of the author's "surveys;" the authors personal thoughts and opinions on what is written.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Anne Bradstreet Summary
Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/webtexts/Bradstreet/bradbio.htm
Anne Bradstreet was truly a poet of her time, although according to her biography she was not viewd as that. Anne Bradstreet was a puritan. She came over to North American in 1630 with John Winthrop. Due to the puritanical ways of thinking, her work was frowned upon by the rest of the puritans. The puritans did not really believe in women having any kind of say so or doing anything even close to what Anne Bradstreet Loved to do. She actualy expresses this in her poem, "The Author to her Book." When reading that poem it does not appear like that. It seems that she is speaking of her child who she is ashamed of, but it turns out, she is speaking of her child, not how one would think though. She is speaking of her work, and due to those, puritanical views, she most likely did feel embarassed or ashamed of her work from time to time, but she still loved what she did.
She was married to a govenor, the same govenor who she wrote about in her poem, "To My Dear and Loving Husband." Her husband left the home a lot due to his dutties, leaving Anne at home with her 14 children. While he was gone Anne missed him a lot, and she wrote this poem, which expressed her deep love for him. Anne Bradstreet died at the age of 60 due to an illness, but she was one great poet, who knew how to create poems that touched people's hearts.
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/webtexts/Bradstreet/bradbio.htm
Anne Bradstreet was truly a poet of her time, although according to her biography she was not viewd as that. Anne Bradstreet was a puritan. She came over to North American in 1630 with John Winthrop. Due to the puritanical ways of thinking, her work was frowned upon by the rest of the puritans. The puritans did not really believe in women having any kind of say so or doing anything even close to what Anne Bradstreet Loved to do. She actualy expresses this in her poem, "The Author to her Book." When reading that poem it does not appear like that. It seems that she is speaking of her child who she is ashamed of, but it turns out, she is speaking of her child, not how one would think though. She is speaking of her work, and due to those, puritanical views, she most likely did feel embarassed or ashamed of her work from time to time, but she still loved what she did.
She was married to a govenor, the same govenor who she wrote about in her poem, "To My Dear and Loving Husband." Her husband left the home a lot due to his dutties, leaving Anne at home with her 14 children. While he was gone Anne missed him a lot, and she wrote this poem, which expressed her deep love for him. Anne Bradstreet died at the age of 60 due to an illness, but she was one great poet, who knew how to create poems that touched people's hearts.
Anne Bradstreet Poem Response
Here we have two poems from the author, Anne Bradstreet. In these two poems, she uses a ton of imagery and diction. She gets her point across in both poems quite easily. It does not take much struggling and frying of the brain to really get the gist of what these poems are saying. In her first poem, she speaks of her husband, and of her love for her husband. In her second poem, she speaks of her life as a homeless mother. Further examinations of these two poems provide the following.
In her fist poem, “To My Dear and Loving Husband”, Anne Bradstreet expresses her deep love for her husband in a few ways. She uses a nice amount of imagery in her phrases. An example of this would be in the poem where she expresses how much she prizes her husbands love. She prizes his love “more than a whole mine of gold, or all the riches that the east doth hold.” This obviously shows that not only does she love her husband profusely; she loves her husbands love for her profusely. Another good example of her imagery is where she expresses how bountiful her love for her husband is. She expresses it as “love that rivers cannot quench.” The way that she words her phrases and the expressive words that she uses shows just how much she really loves her husband.
In her second poem, “The Author to her Book,” she once again uses a lot of imagery and diction, but this time it fills the whole poem. If this poem were allowed no imagery, there would be a blank page. Here she speaks about herself as being a homeless mother. She seems to be ashamed of her child, even somewhat embarrassed. She expresses that in lines seven through nine where she says while she is in public she blushes, meaning she is embarrassed, and she describes her child as being “unfit for light.” Although her child can be embarrassing to her, she shows that she still has love for her child, as she cleans her child up, washing his face. Her affection for him is expressed in line 11. As is brought out in line 6, when she is out in public, she is judged by all the other people in the public place. In the poem she appears to be without her husband, which is expressed in line 22. From the last line one can infer that she was not always in the position she is currently in. It appears that she most likely once had a house, even a husband, but somehow she lost it all and now she is a poor, homeless mother.
This poem highly contrasts from the first, in the sense of the first poem seeming to be in a very heartfelt, loving environment. Yet this one seems to take place in a dirty, dark embarrassing place, which no one would like to go to. The way Anne Bradstreet wrote this particular poem is in a way which you must read to the very end to understand what it is saying. The first poem in understandable right away, but one really can not appreciate it until one observes and meditates on the way she gets her point across. The way she uses imagery in the second poem is amazing. While reading it, one can no undoubtedly picture this poor, homeless woman, standing perhaps on a street corner, with her child, perhaps even begging for help and money. This second poem takes a bit more thought than the first, but its point still makes it across. The author obviously put a lot of thought into her work. She made it fun for the imagination; a work out for the mind.
In her fist poem, “To My Dear and Loving Husband”, Anne Bradstreet expresses her deep love for her husband in a few ways. She uses a nice amount of imagery in her phrases. An example of this would be in the poem where she expresses how much she prizes her husbands love. She prizes his love “more than a whole mine of gold, or all the riches that the east doth hold.” This obviously shows that not only does she love her husband profusely; she loves her husbands love for her profusely. Another good example of her imagery is where she expresses how bountiful her love for her husband is. She expresses it as “love that rivers cannot quench.” The way that she words her phrases and the expressive words that she uses shows just how much she really loves her husband.
In her second poem, “The Author to her Book,” she once again uses a lot of imagery and diction, but this time it fills the whole poem. If this poem were allowed no imagery, there would be a blank page. Here she speaks about herself as being a homeless mother. She seems to be ashamed of her child, even somewhat embarrassed. She expresses that in lines seven through nine where she says while she is in public she blushes, meaning she is embarrassed, and she describes her child as being “unfit for light.” Although her child can be embarrassing to her, she shows that she still has love for her child, as she cleans her child up, washing his face. Her affection for him is expressed in line 11. As is brought out in line 6, when she is out in public, she is judged by all the other people in the public place. In the poem she appears to be without her husband, which is expressed in line 22. From the last line one can infer that she was not always in the position she is currently in. It appears that she most likely once had a house, even a husband, but somehow she lost it all and now she is a poor, homeless mother.
This poem highly contrasts from the first, in the sense of the first poem seeming to be in a very heartfelt, loving environment. Yet this one seems to take place in a dirty, dark embarrassing place, which no one would like to go to. The way Anne Bradstreet wrote this particular poem is in a way which you must read to the very end to understand what it is saying. The first poem in understandable right away, but one really can not appreciate it until one observes and meditates on the way she gets her point across. The way she uses imagery in the second poem is amazing. While reading it, one can no undoubtedly picture this poor, homeless woman, standing perhaps on a street corner, with her child, perhaps even begging for help and money. This second poem takes a bit more thought than the first, but its point still makes it across. The author obviously put a lot of thought into her work. She made it fun for the imagination; a work out for the mind.
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