Hamlet is MY Friend. (Essay)

In the play of Hamlet, Hamlet would talk to himself and create a weird dimension of  that made us consider he is staring to become a man of insanity.But one thing that I came to a conclusion is, is that Shakespeare wrote Hamlet for popularity. He wanted people to talk about it, he wanted gossip about what people thought about the play. Since the imagination of the plot was pretty broad for the ideas on whether Hamlet was crazy or not, it fit in. There was so much left out for us to try to figure out, the story was based on perspective.  Hamlet would talk about his perspective so much we were part of his inner thoughts. The thing about that is that we all don't have the same mindset,every intention you want to make for someone usually never goes all the way as planned. But since the story was planned out it all was manipulated, and the characters aren't real people everything was just deception on whether or not what hamlet did was rational or wrong, or even sane or insanity.Pushing people away, giving them a mask to hide the emotion. He would think out loud., over-hear himself and probably that's why he makes that illusion of being crazy. Hamlet let off a really awful vibe, when it came to his soliloquy's his harsh words coming from his emotions of his fathers death and how much he doesn't see how life could get any better after that experience. We've all felt that way because of the fact that we've all been hurt so we can connect to Hamlet, The reason why I can pick out something from his experience in the story is because I connect myself to the way he feels about death and revenge. That's going to be based on my perspective on how I see and feel for him. Hamlet actually gave everyone a different mask in the play he wouldn't really give out too much to anybody but he would talk to himself a lot, and that could manipulate the whole play for us.

"Tools That Change the Way We Think."

Technology really changes us for the better or worse, it either makes us even more curious or really dependent on the information. Our thinking can be influenced by anything we read or see in the internet. There's plenty of good and bad stuff out there in the worlds library. You can learn about our Human history, or our conspiracies on "youtube", you can watch videos that can change the way you think whether if its about religion or politics, about nature, or futurism. Even music that you listen to online can change your viewings on the world you live in. It all affects you, as for my focusing on the internet. If I get curious about anything I can always just look it up but that's only my concentration, it would need my attention which has to be something serious to me or else I won't take it serious. Concentration is you forcing yourself attention, while attention is to basically be instinctive about your surroundings and having no barriers on what you're focusing. I learned this through the internet and watching a video of Judduh Krishnamurti, yesterday actually.  But Jidduh Krishnamurti didn't have any technology back in india, he learned in England and opened his mind to everything. While I ( 30 years after his teachings on tv) am studying him. Weird right?

Wow.... Just wow! She is doing better than me.

Brave New World Lit. Analysis #3

1. "The Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley, takes place in the future where the government (in London) has complete control over the population, allowing it to have the "perfect" society. People are no longer born; they are cloned for that perfect society.These clones are artificially made and are "predestined" to be a part of the society. There are Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Deltas, or Epsilons. They also have a plus or minus that indicates their intelligence. These types of clones are meant for certain types of jobs and are conditioned to enjoy it. It sounds more of a distopia, it seems like a utopia but people are scared of being themselves because well they can't they are conditioned and "predestined" to do this and nothing else. "Machine men with machine minds!" (The Great Dictator, Charlie Chaplin speech). The author wanted to show that we are all human we should care about each other, he wanted to show that this is horrid, the way we treat each other. What might become in the future, he showed us a glimpse of how humans are kind of acting like right now, giving us an insight on horrible that could be. Please watch the video if you haven't seen what I see.

2. The theme of the novel is having bad luck and not showing emotion through it is better than having bad luck and showing emotion of it.The characters would always take this drug called soma, whenever they are in a situation they would step out and take them to relieve them of the stress.So if felt like they were escaping from it because that's something they haven't been "programmed" to think that emotion might be a good thing.

3.Auxley saw the society as a confused distopia kind of place, he would criticize the nature of the society, for example, " But in Epsilons, we don't need human intelligence" which shows that he saw the society poorly. Seriously who would say this in our society?(maybe there are some people who would) Still there was heroism at certain points into the novel like this one, " Free, free!’ the Savage shouted, and with one hand continued to throw the soma into the area while, with the other, he punched the indistinguishable faces of his assailants. ‘Free...Men at last"

4. Repetition; There was this slogan that was used a lot of times which went like this,"They’ll have that repeated forty or fifty times more before they wake; then again on Thursday, and again on Saturday.  A hundred and twenty times three times a week for thirty months.  After which they go on to a more advanced lesson.”  Huxley uses repetition in his own writing, typically to drive home the importance of a phrase or emphasize distortion of time.  “Drop, drop, drop.  To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow…”  The most significant instance of repetition is found in the last few pages, as the mob gathering outside of the Savage’s lighthouse chant, “We—want—the whip!” over and over again.  The painfully ironic aspect of this is that the whip, to the Savage represents self cleansing, purification from the corruption of society."

Vocab #8

Abase: to lower rank

Abdicate: to relinquish formally

Abomination: to cause disguist

Brusque:Abrupt and curt in manner or speech

Saboteur: one who commits sabotage

Debauchery: Archaic Seduction from morality, allegiance, or duty.

Proliferate: To increase or spread at a rapid rate

Anachronism: The representation of someone as existing or something as happening in other than chronological, proper, or historical order.

Nomenclature: A system of names used in an art or science

Expurgate: To remove erroneous, vulgar, obscene, or otherwise objectionable material from (a book, for example) before publication

Bellicose: Warlike or hostile in manner or temperament

Gauche : Lacking social polish

Rapacious: Taking by force

Paradox: a statement that may or may not be true.

Conundrum: A riddle in which a fanciful question is answered by a pun

Anomaly: Deviation or departure from the normal or common order, form, or rule.

Ephemeral: Lasting for a markedly brief time

Rancorous: Bitter

Churlish: Difficult to work with, such as soil; intractable

Precipitous: Resembling a precipice; extremely steep

Character Study 4

These creatures were really odd, I walked off into the empire to my left with huge palaces, pretty odd structures as well. This place was odd, the kingdom illuminated with these forever yellow magical balls of light.This isn't my home, this is not hell, nor is it the heavens. As I walk through this  rocky jungle, I see plenty other creatures in ridiculous outfits, one of them told me that the nerd convention was in the other side of town.. I am not aware of that guild. No matter, I want to go back and join the Dark Brotherhood.. now how do I get there if I am still in this wicked world where Skyrim does not seem so close? Where do I go? They speak my language, maybe I am not from another planet, maybe they think I am a friendly one. I looked around and saw the little crew of the creatures I found when I landed. Maybe they can help me. I wonder how they found me, maybe its because I was slinging my sword at the wooden trees or that trail I left in the floor. They took me in pretty quickly, still I am not sure if I could trust them.

Character study 2 and 3

It has been 2 suns and 1 moon since I last have seen my loved ones. They are nothing but ghosts of my present, I am going down the road of Ma'Nurah, this road has plenty of memories that have scarred me through my life and others that made me realize that life is beautiful, from meeting The young and beautiful Daina to sliding my first blade into a mans gap of his right rib cage. As my reminiscing was drifting away and my reality of dreams become trees and dirt, an odd figure was extremely blurry. It looked as if it was struggling with something. It was actually a man he wasn't a very physically muscular one but he seemed to have heart. "Ahh, You piece of... Ahh!" he fell back into his back and landed on his bottom, "Oh, I'll never get this done" said the man. I looked back at him and said,"Are you in need ,sir?". He was offended by my offer and shouted, "Why would you say something like!? Just because you have larger toned arms and chest does not mean that you can come around and bully me, and call me names and you deserve to be called upon the gods, oh if I were a god I would smite thy before the second moon comes." This man was very proud of his work I suppose, still I was only going to help him not hang him in a branch with his trousers (although it sounds like a good idea now that thought about it). "What is your name, you!" "I am Little Bear" "Bah! You must be a joker, because you look as if you would kill a man for looking at the ground that you have just stepped on!" He blabbered on some more until I said,"And your name might be?" "EEEEEE EEEEEEEEE the son of the Great and Almighty Douglas EEEEEEEEE" "Ha, Your name has as much bad taste as the foot of Glorwitch!" As we were arguing about our names there was a huge earthquake and dust came out, a strange long figure came out. It's breath was heavy, it's horns were mighty and sharp, it had scales, wings and even eyes of a snake, it was a dragon! EEEEEE said well," EEEEEEEK!" I ran to the mighty beast with my blade, it roared with a grand haze in back of its loud proud explosive sound. EEEEEE found his courage and ran to the beast and got a hold of its raging tail, while I got thrown by its massive clawed arm right into his head, I pulled back his head and he started flying up, and up until the clouds where black and the stars were close... By the gods, we are in the forbidden realm of the Deadra Devil. Luckily for me I was protected With my armor, I also saw that EEEEEE had the amulet of the Deadra Devil. The dragon was still blowing fire, alas I grabbed my blade and speared it through its massive and extremely rock-like forehead. It did not move, it has finally died, but now I feel my temperature rise... my arms and legs were getting really hard to motor. I looked up and there was this huge rock, it looked as if it were my home. Something felt really wrong about what was about to become, the dragon started to flare I cut through its stomach while EEEEEE is still latching on to the tail as if he was a statue, frightened by what happened he was paralyzed. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the cavity of the dragons chest, we were going to brace for impact.The dragons body was becoming extremely hot, gravity was becoming extremely hard to deal with, I closed my eyes for a few minutes for some rest. Still inside the dragons body, I wake up hearing people and looking at the dark clouds that have surrounded me due to the impact blast. I got up and saw 5 other figures. It was 2 men and 3 women... but they were wearing different outfits, ones I consider taboo. One of the girls looked very shocked at this moment... I wonder why she does, I didn't land on her nor her horse.