Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Long, red fingertips clicking in bothersome complacency against the whiteboard of knowledge.
Overflowing sidelines of chocolate liquid drying on the plastic bottle of Hershey's syrup.
People passing wisdom about things that they don't know squat about.
Marching ants eating my sandwich, rigid in their attempts to spoil a perfect outing.
These are just a few things that bother me.
Why? I really don't know. Psychological ineptitude, perhaps, maybe a bad experience as a child, or in a past life? Doesn't anyone?
Does it actually matter, the main thing is that it bothersome.
I really want to travel. I feel kind of trapped because I haven't left the country in three years now. I don't know what I felt when we didn't have green cards and were stranded for five years here. I suppose I was little then, and ignorant to the amazing places that exist outside of my home. But now, it's different. I have a long list of places I'd really like to visit someday:
Tunisia (to see where they filmed Star Wars)
(This is just the beginning)
I feel really ADD/unable to focus today...
That's probably why this blog is very random....
My dad's going to India in three weeks. I'm incredibly jealous. I'll have to give him a list of movies to bring back. I feel bad when I do this, I feel like a materialistic child. But he feels guilty and this helps relieve some of it. I also don't trust the movies that come to the stores here. They sell for $10 but they are often copies of copies imported from India to Malaysia to LA and shipped by truck to Minnesota. It's like the middle of nowhere. I love going to Cerritos in LA because you can get original DVDs and actually have a decent selection.
They are building a South East Asian Mall in Dallas. I think it's called Everest Heights. I'm jealous of my uncle (who lives in Dallas). I'll have to visit sometime. But they should come here too once in a while. We saw the new "Nickelodeon Universe" theme park at the Mall. I feel threatened by the impeding Nickelodeon characters hanging in cloth circles above the park. It'll always be Camp Snoopy to me. They have a cool-looking new skateboard ride and another ride which I couldn't see the name of from where we sat. The Kite-Eating Tree (my favorite ride) has now been repainted into some Backyardigans Adventures. Please.
I don't know what else to write about, exactly. Perhaps lunch. Lunch sounds good right now. I think we have first lunch today because we're practicing with the full orchestra. I'm hungry. I think I have a PB&J. I wonder how many PB&J Sandwiches the average American will eat by the end of their high school career. It's a very American thing. When I go to Sri Lanka, they kind of laughed at me when I asked if they had Peanut Butter and Jam. They started weirdly when I put the two together between two slices of fresh baked bread my uncle had bought from the market that morning. It wasn't exactly the same. There is no subtitute for Jiffy, Smuckers, and Wonder Bread. And a glass of milk. That's another thing I can't stand when we go to Sri Lanka. They don't have liquid milk, only milk powder. And if it is it's in like this little plastic packaging. And it's usually flavored. I just want a glass of milk.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
William Butler Yeats
The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.
Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
Miracle, bird or golden handiwork,
More miracle than bird or handiwork,
Planted on the star-lit golden bough,
Can like the cocks of Hades crow,
Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud
In glory of changeless metal
Common bird or petal
And all complexities of mire or blood.
At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave,
Dying into a dance,
An agony of trance,
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.
Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood,
Spirit after Spirit! The smithies break the flood.
The golden smithies of the Emperor!
Marbles of the dancing floor
Break bitter furies of complexity,
Those images that yet
Fresh images beget,
That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.
2. I chose this poem, for a few reasons. First I was looking for a Pablo Neruda poem, but they all sounded better in Spanish and I didn't want to look around for the best translation of the poet so I scraped that idea. I also thought that it would be a waste to read something that I have already learned about so I went to Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Her poems were great but there was this feeling of Shakespearean-ism to it and I'm not a huge fan of Shakespeare's sonnets so I gave up that idea and went onto Yeats. I have read a few of Yeats' poems so I decided he would be a perfect fit. Next, the first thing that drew me to this poem was the title. A poem written about an amazing Greek empire, what could be better. I love poems with allusions, as well, because I have this narcissistic feeling of knowledge and when I saw the references to Hades it kind of made my day. Finally, I liked the diction and assonance/diction of the poem in various places.
3. The title, as I mentioned above, was very attractive. I wouldn't have even bothered to look at the poem. The image and idea of Greece is present in this poem, so I think it overall does fit the title.
4. One of my favorite lines is "Night resonance recedes." The consonance of res and rec is really cool when you read it out loud. I also like the last line and the image of the "dolphin-torn, gong-tormented sea." It's sort of like an indirect way of looking at the battle of the seas. Words and short phrases are sort of the piece he tries to get us to look at, but reading a verse out loud together has a very lulling sound as well. He must read and write at the same time. The feeling of the poem overall is very set and very calming yet flowing and graceful.
5. The tone is very mechanical and straightforward. There is no rhyme scheme so to say but there are occasional blurbs of rhyming in a verse. The tone is very heroic. Throughout the poem makes me see Odysseus at the table of a grand hall eating meat, bread, and wine. The sound reminds me of sort of an ocean, benevolent and rocking and soothing and evil all at once. Like the Phoenicians and their supreme naval technology.
Friday, March 7, 2008
I'm going to do this very methodically, because I'm kind of tired.
1 - I like to read novels mostly. Mystery is one of my favorite genres. Agatha Christie (Murder on the Orient Express, the movie is fantastic too) and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Hound of the Baskervilles, etc.) are probably my favorite writers. I also like the Magic Realism theme in books. I think the best authors that work with this are world writers. Garcia Lorca, Gabriel Marquez (I wish I could live in Macondo), Salman Rushdie are some of my favorite authors from this genre.
2 -I have written a few scripts so I'd probably say that is my favorite, but I write a lot of short stories and poems and novels. I have yet to finish my first novel although I have probably started hundreds. I am currently working on four novels and five scripts. It is fun yet difficult to do all of these at the same time, but because I get so little time with schoolwork, I am able to keep it together. I have written many short stories. The problem I have with short stories is how short is short? It's difficult to get a complex theme into three or four pages, but I can do it too.3 - I write a lot outside of school. I mean A LOT. I've written for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first book when I was five or six, called "Spot the Dog." I even illustrated it myself. I wonder if I still have it. I get random spasms of inspiration a lot so I can't precisely say what topics interest me. I have recently resurected my fanaticism with 24. So a lot of my stories revolve around government offices and terrorism and national security. I also have this ongoing passion for Hindi films so many of my stories involve films in India and/or my favorite actor, Shah Rukh Khan. It might be a lesson that I just learned, some part of history we learned in school, or a line from a film or tv show that intrigues me to write. But it does. So I write.
Ode to Carlos: Thank you for Tony
Carlos Bernard Papierski
You dropped the last name
It is a mouthful
It makes sense
You were in other TV shows
In theater productions
But those are just a part of your credentials
Because to us you'll always be Tony
as we've seen you through the years
You were supposed to be called Tonio, and wear cargo pants a large baggy shirt
But Kiefer couldn't say Tonio, and you looked goofy in those cargo pants and baggy shirt
And you became Tony Almeida
Jack's friend, Jack's brethren
Our support our humor, our hero
We watched you mature through the seasons
As did we, as did the show
On Day One you were just another expendable CTU Agent
But you soon became second only to Jack
On Day Two
We saw your Quick Feet and your ability to Govern CTU
We also saw your infatuation with the one and only Michelle Dessler
By Day Three
You were married and sacrificed a life in prison for hers
You managed to save the country from a Biomedical threat somewhere in between there too
On Day Four
You were a Rougue, but you came alive, and we healed those wounds
(Did I mention that you were bound, tazered, and held hostage today, too?)
Day Five Came
The impossible occurred, you and Michelle were gone,
We missed you on Day Six
You could have helped Jack so much during this time,
You would have gotten him out of that Chinese prison
But you were gone
But, in the end,
Tony Almeida is
So they are resurrecting you
Yes, that's right, Tony's back for Day Seven
The anticipation is disheartening
But why are we talking about Tony so,
You are not Tony, you are Carlos'
You are married to Sharisse Baker, not Michelle Dessler
(Did you know you were born in the same hospital as Reiko?)
How about that?
You have a daughter named Natalie, in real life, that is,
She must be four now
What life you live without 24
is unfathomable, unreal to us
You play your character so believably
We can't see you as anyone but Tony Almeida
Thank you, Carlos
for making us root for just another CTU agent
for letting us question our own judgment in impossible situations
for breaking protocol and going off-book
for creating a persona to live up to
Thank you, Carlos
Thank you for Tony