I KNOW its lame...
Winter poem
The snow has two different shades
There’s pure white,
But believe me that fades,
And then there’s the city grey.
Downtown the shoppers flock
A constant flow
Taking up the whole block
No ones in a hurry, just taking in the snow.
The wind beats my face
Sharp and bold
Hold onto something and brace
Yourself for the cold
The lights complete the downtown streets
And walking with someone you love makes the night a treat
A nice warm drink makes this night complete.
The Chicago Winter may be harsh,
But the ones you love make it all worth while.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Freakin' Globalization...
Kids in Africa are wearing Michael Jordan jerseys. People around the world identify with Nike, Pumas, the NBA, Lil’ Wayne, Hannah Montana, and of course the most famous girl in the world, Barbie. Is this wrong? Slowly is every culture diminishing? How different can cultures be when kids in China look shockingly similar to little Timmy down the block? The world’s colors are slowly mixing and becoming one ugly color…
Different cultures are so deep and interesting yet they continue to fade. Is it possible for the world to function if everyone looks, talks, listens and does everything exactly the same as every other person across the globe? People and groups usually have a need to accuse a party for something anything really. Now who will these people accuse if the person you’re blaming is a replica of you? Does that mean… this is a good thing?
What if we lived in a world where no one accused anyone else of anything? If we are all the same due to globalization… can we live in peace?
Nope, I doubt it. No one’s perfect. No single group is the ideal group of people. Everyone has issues. So now all that is continuing to happen, in my eyes, is chaos. I’m not saying that everyone has to be stuck in their thick cultural past, but I do think every group should have their own modern culture.
WHO HAS THE ANSWERS TO ALL THESE QUESTIONS?
Let’s not be one big color of mush.
Different cultures are so deep and interesting yet they continue to fade. Is it possible for the world to function if everyone looks, talks, listens and does everything exactly the same as every other person across the globe? People and groups usually have a need to accuse a party for something anything really. Now who will these people accuse if the person you’re blaming is a replica of you? Does that mean… this is a good thing?
What if we lived in a world where no one accused anyone else of anything? If we are all the same due to globalization… can we live in peace?
Nope, I doubt it. No one’s perfect. No single group is the ideal group of people. Everyone has issues. So now all that is continuing to happen, in my eyes, is chaos. I’m not saying that everyone has to be stuck in their thick cultural past, but I do think every group should have their own modern culture.
WHO HAS THE ANSWERS TO ALL THESE QUESTIONS?
Let’s not be one big color of mush.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sportsssssssssss!
The sport I connect most with is baseball. Baseball not only holds a place in my life but it will always hold a place in my heart as well.
I’ve grown up around baseball. My dad played baseball all his life, so naturally I was exposed to baseball at a very young age.
My dad played baseball in the parking lot at St. Casmir, the fields at Kelly High School, and in Joliet for the Joliet Jackhammers. Then tragedy killed his dreams of going pro when he tore his Achilles. It was too hard to recover so quickly, so he had to hang up his cleats and get a steady job to support what would be his future family. My dad still had that quench to play ball and he then signed up to play with the Benito Juarez Mexican Baseball league. Sundays equals park, that’s just how it is in my mind. There’s never any question about it. Nothing stops my dad from playing. He played the day of his wedding, the day of my older brothers’ baptism, the day after I was born, and the day my older brother moved away. However, he was there nonetheless for all those special events in our lives. He shaved in the car on the day of his wedding, when he showed up late for the ceremony my mother asked him why at the alter and his response was “Babe, Championship game.” Eventually everyone got used to this. My parents always joke that this was the source of their split, and we always joke that the divorce rate in the league is 85%. Pitrowski Park is my second home. I grew up there and I’ll spend most summer Sundays there until my Dad decides to quit. Which will be never, which means I can’t escape baseball. Even if I tried.
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I’ve grown up around baseball. My dad played baseball all his life, so naturally I was exposed to baseball at a very young age.
My dad played baseball in the parking lot at St. Casmir, the fields at Kelly High School, and in Joliet for the Joliet Jackhammers. Then tragedy killed his dreams of going pro when he tore his Achilles. It was too hard to recover so quickly, so he had to hang up his cleats and get a steady job to support what would be his future family. My dad still had that quench to play ball and he then signed up to play with the Benito Juarez Mexican Baseball league. Sundays equals park, that’s just how it is in my mind. There’s never any question about it. Nothing stops my dad from playing. He played the day of his wedding, the day of my older brothers’ baptism, the day after I was born, and the day my older brother moved away. However, he was there nonetheless for all those special events in our lives. He shaved in the car on the day of his wedding, when he showed up late for the ceremony my mother asked him why at the alter and his response was “Babe, Championship game.” Eventually everyone got used to this. My parents always joke that this was the source of their split, and we always joke that the divorce rate in the league is 85%. Pitrowski Park is my second home. I grew up there and I’ll spend most summer Sundays there until my Dad decides to quit. Which will be never, which means I can’t escape baseball. Even if I tried.
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Friday, November 26, 2010
Thankful for a Classmate
Thankful for Sam :]
It’s always good to look forward to something in every class. Those few people who you know you can count on to make you smile in class or someone to talk to for the class. It’s the best to know that there’s someone looking forward to see you as well.
I met Samantha Kania Freshman year at a quince. Over the four years here at Whitney we exchanged smiles and waves in the hall way, even a husband, but never even a class. Therefore, I’m really thankful for sixth period philosophy. She sat in front of me and the bond began. Whether it was over our beloved Vinny and Pauly D, wondering why we took AP Human, and many other random things. We never really go a class period without laughing and cracking jokes. Whenever we have group work we choose to work together and I always learn something from her, school and non-school related. Sam is possibly one of the sweetest girls at Whitney Young. She always listens, even if the problems seem small and insignificant, yet she always shows concern. One day I showed up in class in a bad mood and started to cry and she showed so much concern. I didn’t want to talk about it but it was great to know that she would be there and listen to me if I had wanted to talk about it.
So I’m pretty thankful for Sam, who would be excited as I am for the new Jersey Shore season? :D
Vanessa Rangel is my home girl. She's tough, she's from de efe. This girl is hilarious. We get along really good, and i hope stays this funny for a long time.
She's sweet too. She decent. Hahahaa. Love you vanessa :]
It’s always good to look forward to something in every class. Those few people who you know you can count on to make you smile in class or someone to talk to for the class. It’s the best to know that there’s someone looking forward to see you as well.
I met Samantha Kania Freshman year at a quince. Over the four years here at Whitney we exchanged smiles and waves in the hall way, even a husband, but never even a class. Therefore, I’m really thankful for sixth period philosophy. She sat in front of me and the bond began. Whether it was over our beloved Vinny and Pauly D, wondering why we took AP Human, and many other random things. We never really go a class period without laughing and cracking jokes. Whenever we have group work we choose to work together and I always learn something from her, school and non-school related. Sam is possibly one of the sweetest girls at Whitney Young. She always listens, even if the problems seem small and insignificant, yet she always shows concern. One day I showed up in class in a bad mood and started to cry and she showed so much concern. I didn’t want to talk about it but it was great to know that she would be there and listen to me if I had wanted to talk about it.
So I’m pretty thankful for Sam, who would be excited as I am for the new Jersey Shore season? :D
Vanessa Rangel is my home girl. She's tough, she's from de efe. This girl is hilarious. We get along really good, and i hope stays this funny for a long time.
She's sweet too. She decent. Hahahaa. Love you vanessa :]
Friday, November 19, 2010
letter to mccarthy...
Dear Cormac McCarthy,
You’re one interesting man. Your writing is simple yet very complex, dark, deep, and so many other things, which I will admit can get very confusing at times. I had to read The Road for both my Philosophy class this year and my Creative Writing class last year. Obviously, my teacher thinks you have something to contribute to our class. Which is true, you did contribute to both classes.
For Creative Writing our teacher opened our eyes, with your writing, and showed us that inevitably every one of us will have our own style of writing. Maybe one has some attitude in their tone of writing, one may write with fragments, another that is clearly structured and a thought is not out of place, much less a period. It may not make complete sense to everyone else, but for us, it would, it’s our writing, if someone chooses to read it, great, if not, no loss no harm. That’s just how it is. If one wants to be a writer then they will have to get a thick skin and think in this mentality, and maybe their book will be award winning, fragments, simplicity, complexity and all.
Philosophy is a little, well a lot, more different. We read your story with much more depth, much more insight. This dark empty world, does it resemble ours? Does it show us what is important in life? Is it even supposed to show any of this? Was it merely a story of a son and his father, or rather a father and his son? Will my questions ever be answered? Probably not. But this is all kind of the point. Isn’t it?
You’re one interesting man. Your writing is simple yet very complex, dark, deep, and so many other things, which I will admit can get very confusing at times. I had to read The Road for both my Philosophy class this year and my Creative Writing class last year. Obviously, my teacher thinks you have something to contribute to our class. Which is true, you did contribute to both classes.
For Creative Writing our teacher opened our eyes, with your writing, and showed us that inevitably every one of us will have our own style of writing. Maybe one has some attitude in their tone of writing, one may write with fragments, another that is clearly structured and a thought is not out of place, much less a period. It may not make complete sense to everyone else, but for us, it would, it’s our writing, if someone chooses to read it, great, if not, no loss no harm. That’s just how it is. If one wants to be a writer then they will have to get a thick skin and think in this mentality, and maybe their book will be award winning, fragments, simplicity, complexity and all.
Philosophy is a little, well a lot, more different. We read your story with much more depth, much more insight. This dark empty world, does it resemble ours? Does it show us what is important in life? Is it even supposed to show any of this? Was it merely a story of a son and his father, or rather a father and his son? Will my questions ever be answered? Probably not. But this is all kind of the point. Isn’t it?
Friday, November 5, 2010
classssssss 6th period.
The goal of education is to keep students enticed and keep them wanting to come to class everyday and learn something different. Now I’ll admit, I may count down the minutes in class, but only because my lunch is the next period… nothing against the class. Philosophy is one of my favorite classes. Much of that has to do with Mr. McCarthy. I have honestly never had a teacher who can hold attention of a classroom filled with thirty students, for an ENTIRE period. This is why I chose to take this class in the first place, all because of Creative Writing last year. Now that class may have been filled with chaos sometimes, but I honestly loved the assignments McCarthy came up with, our finals were great, and any writing assignments we had were unique and never heard of. You just couldn’t leave that class and not have laughed the whole period. The same is for Philosophy. There is always some joke made, and laughing happens more than once in this class. This is what makes this class so appealing. There are other classes that you arrive and leave sad. This is a direction that other classes need, Philosophy 6th period, is just fine. The best class I have so far.
And Creative Writing was the best class last year. :]
And Creative Writing was the best class last year. :]
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Ohhhh yeeaaaaaaahhh Blog Yeahhhhhh.
Father & Son
The macho pair who commonly use the man hug, a nice squeeze and pats on the back… classic. Is there more than meets the eye to this duo? Is there a problem with not gushing out their feelings? Not at all, but men are silly. They believe, to their core, that they have to be the rock of the family. The men have to be steady and supportive. This is why normal people can never get their emotions out in the open. This also explains the cavemen talks they have with one another, because they have to be the manly rocks…
Mother & Daughter
“I HATE YOU!”… An hour later… “Love you mommy.” These two are the classic bipolar pair. They gush their feelings out or hide them in a passive way. Who knows what’s real between them. The highs and lows of a rollercoaster mimics their relationship. Are they naturally dramatic or is it an inclination to start drama just to say they overcame it? Either way it can kill a relationship or make it stronger. As a matter of fact I think that mother and daughter relationships are the strongest of all relationships. No one, no matter how amazing they may be, can replace yo Momma.
Mother & Son
Nothing is worse than a Momma’s boy… Mothers ruin their sons, and their future wives and girlfriends’ lives. Yeah, I said it. Nobody will ever be good enough for these guys, no matter how imperfect these Momma’s boys may be. Nope, Momma’s ruin them. Then, they are incapable of love. All because their mothers couldn’t just LET GO! No, I’m kidding. Although these guys who let me say… have been, handicapped, by their mothers… will have a pickier selection when it comes to who they choose to become serious with. Just like in Jersey Shore! We all know that Vinny is a Momma’s boy and it takes him forever to stop being promiscuous in season two. Finally he settles down with that one Romanian chick Ramona. Maybe his mom shouldn’t have cleaned and cooked so much for him and he would have settled down earlier…
Father & Daughter
Ahhhh. The best for last. Fathers make princesses, the good fathers at least. I’m a princess, my dad always treated me like royalty, so many may argue that he ruined me just as a mother does her son. But, the way I see it, he just set my expectations very high for my future suitors. I am perfectly content with that, my dad prepared me to pick out the good guys from the Jerkfaces to find one good enough for this Princess.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaahhhh PRINCESSSS yeaaaaaaaaah!!!!!! :]
The macho pair who commonly use the man hug, a nice squeeze and pats on the back… classic. Is there more than meets the eye to this duo? Is there a problem with not gushing out their feelings? Not at all, but men are silly. They believe, to their core, that they have to be the rock of the family. The men have to be steady and supportive. This is why normal people can never get their emotions out in the open. This also explains the cavemen talks they have with one another, because they have to be the manly rocks…
Mother & Daughter
“I HATE YOU!”… An hour later… “Love you mommy.” These two are the classic bipolar pair. They gush their feelings out or hide them in a passive way. Who knows what’s real between them. The highs and lows of a rollercoaster mimics their relationship. Are they naturally dramatic or is it an inclination to start drama just to say they overcame it? Either way it can kill a relationship or make it stronger. As a matter of fact I think that mother and daughter relationships are the strongest of all relationships. No one, no matter how amazing they may be, can replace yo Momma.
Mother & Son
Nothing is worse than a Momma’s boy… Mothers ruin their sons, and their future wives and girlfriends’ lives. Yeah, I said it. Nobody will ever be good enough for these guys, no matter how imperfect these Momma’s boys may be. Nope, Momma’s ruin them. Then, they are incapable of love. All because their mothers couldn’t just LET GO! No, I’m kidding. Although these guys who let me say… have been, handicapped, by their mothers… will have a pickier selection when it comes to who they choose to become serious with. Just like in Jersey Shore! We all know that Vinny is a Momma’s boy and it takes him forever to stop being promiscuous in season two. Finally he settles down with that one Romanian chick Ramona. Maybe his mom shouldn’t have cleaned and cooked so much for him and he would have settled down earlier…
Father & Daughter
Ahhhh. The best for last. Fathers make princesses, the good fathers at least. I’m a princess, my dad always treated me like royalty, so many may argue that he ruined me just as a mother does her son. But, the way I see it, he just set my expectations very high for my future suitors. I am perfectly content with that, my dad prepared me to pick out the good guys from the Jerkfaces to find one good enough for this Princess.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaahhhh PRINCESSSS yeaaaaaaaaah!!!!!! :]
Monday, October 25, 2010
I know what i know...
Everyone grows up in a different environment. No two people’s upbringing is identical to another’s.
Our knowledge starts from the people who brought us in this world… our parents. Our knowledge, when we’re young, is reflected from our parents. When most people are young, they think that their parents are the only people right in the world. So their beliefs and their knowledge is instilled in our head. No matter how incorrect, one sided or brilliant it may be. This is how beliefs stay around, from generation to generation.
But our parents are not the only people who have some sort of infliction on our knowledge. An obvious source of our knowledge is our schools. The school we go to and the communities we live in have great afflictions on our knowledge and morals. If someone lives in a conservative area, the product of their offspring’s is most likely going to be conservative children. If church is a big part of a community then the child being inflicted is most likely going to live life with a big tie with religion and church. A community has a big impact on our knowledge, if we stay in our communities for their entire lives, then they will never know anything different. We will only know what has been taught and exposed to us.
Our experiences are only known by us as an individual. Not one person on this earth can tell me what I have been through. This gives us knowledge as well. Maybe not in a traditional classroom, gaining knowledge, but everyone learns from their experiences.
Giving every individual their own separate, unique knowledge.
Our knowledge starts from the people who brought us in this world… our parents. Our knowledge, when we’re young, is reflected from our parents. When most people are young, they think that their parents are the only people right in the world. So their beliefs and their knowledge is instilled in our head. No matter how incorrect, one sided or brilliant it may be. This is how beliefs stay around, from generation to generation.
But our parents are not the only people who have some sort of infliction on our knowledge. An obvious source of our knowledge is our schools. The school we go to and the communities we live in have great afflictions on our knowledge and morals. If someone lives in a conservative area, the product of their offspring’s is most likely going to be conservative children. If church is a big part of a community then the child being inflicted is most likely going to live life with a big tie with religion and church. A community has a big impact on our knowledge, if we stay in our communities for their entire lives, then they will never know anything different. We will only know what has been taught and exposed to us.
Our experiences are only known by us as an individual. Not one person on this earth can tell me what I have been through. This gives us knowledge as well. Maybe not in a traditional classroom, gaining knowledge, but everyone learns from their experiences.
Giving every individual their own separate, unique knowledge.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
What is the meaning of life?! ...idk...
Why is this such a complicated concept? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? People ponder this question, digging for answer. Some people die not even knowing what their meaning was, or worse yet, actually fulfilling their meaning and not even knowing it...
Maybe one person’s “meaning” was serving a cup of coffee to Elvis Presley which triggered him staying up all night, and while he was up he took a walk, and on this walk he came upon a Hound dog which was his inspiration for writing “Ain’t Nothing Like a Hound Dog” that changed the world, but the waiter didn’t even know… how sad.
Meaning of your life should be whatever you want it to be. When someone asks “What is the meaning of life?” what am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to spit out some long philosophical theory or equation for the meaning of life? The only thing I can ever come up with is the corny, overused, cliché answer… to be happy.
Yeah I said it… the meaning of life is to be happy. Now how do we get happiness? That’s one hundred percent up to you. My happy could be completely different from your happy. If your happy is getting blown all day everyday by all means go for it. Sure it’s not the most ethical thing to do, but if it makes you happy and you’re not killing anyone or seriously hurting anyone then you should be able to do it. In reality you are only hurting yourself, but if you think it’s making your life better and making you “Happy” then go for it.
BE HAPPY.
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Maybe one person’s “meaning” was serving a cup of coffee to Elvis Presley which triggered him staying up all night, and while he was up he took a walk, and on this walk he came upon a Hound dog which was his inspiration for writing “Ain’t Nothing Like a Hound Dog” that changed the world, but the waiter didn’t even know… how sad.
Meaning of your life should be whatever you want it to be. When someone asks “What is the meaning of life?” what am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to spit out some long philosophical theory or equation for the meaning of life? The only thing I can ever come up with is the corny, overused, cliché answer… to be happy.
Yeah I said it… the meaning of life is to be happy. Now how do we get happiness? That’s one hundred percent up to you. My happy could be completely different from your happy. If your happy is getting blown all day everyday by all means go for it. Sure it’s not the most ethical thing to do, but if it makes you happy and you’re not killing anyone or seriously hurting anyone then you should be able to do it. In reality you are only hurting yourself, but if you think it’s making your life better and making you “Happy” then go for it.
BE HAPPY.
:]
Thursday, October 7, 2010
God does crazy things.....
“Oh god, please please please let it be okay…”
Recently, I’ve been talking to God a lot more than usual. A mutual friend of mine, Jordan, was hit by a Metra train this past Tuesday. Now we weren’t close, I mean in my whole life I’ve had about 6 encounters with him but I still knew him and would want nothing to happen to him. So you can imagine how often I pray now.
My friend Jake on the other hand is very close with Jordan. Seeing his pain is overwhelming, it makes me cry even just to think that this is something he may not get over. The day of the accident Jake ran across the track to talk to someone, the train was approaching but Jordan thought he could make it, he didn’t. He’s in the hospital still unconscious. Jake hasn’t been to school and has been at the hospital everyday waiting for him to wake up. Evidently, Jake thinks it’s his fault because if he had waited Jordan would have as well.
This is what he posted on Jordan’s facebook wall this evening:
“Ay jordan, ive gone to see you everyday since the accident. it kills me to see you like that, without a smile on your face. without you makin fun of me or bustin jokes about other people. i miss you bro. i cant even go near the gas station cuz thats where i saw u every morning nd everyday after school. just wouldnt be da same. Havent even been to school yet cuz itll be boring as hell not seein u in the halls. Cant wait til you get better. I love you bro. nd im praying everyday for u. even got masses bein held in your name. but ill see u soon. Cuz I know youll be recoverin real quick. I got faith.”
I’ve known Jake for a very long time. He’s not exactly the most holy person, but he does believe in God. He goes to church everyday now since the accident, even if it’s just to pray. This kid has been through so much, stuff that I cannot even begin to describe. He always turns to God though. I find this so interesting, because he has been through so much I would think he’d give up on God. Wwhen I ask him why, why he still has faith he says “He’ll get me through it. He’ll get everyone through it.” In 2005, Jake lost his best friend to cancer. He lost faith for a long time. To think that God would do something like this to him, and his friend, was unbearable. He gained it back though. Thinking that God is a higher power to get him through things as horrific as he has is comforting. It’s made him stronger.
Because, God has to make it better right?
Right?
God has become a crutch that someone can hold onto when you’re losing everything, and everyone. God can’t leave you. He can be here for everyone. At least we like to think so, I like to think so. Whether it’s helping you get that A on your final, or helping you look at your friend in a coma, or helping you through a sickness, or helping you keep your head up. He’ll always be there… right?
♥ Jordan F. ♥
Recently, I’ve been talking to God a lot more than usual. A mutual friend of mine, Jordan, was hit by a Metra train this past Tuesday. Now we weren’t close, I mean in my whole life I’ve had about 6 encounters with him but I still knew him and would want nothing to happen to him. So you can imagine how often I pray now.
My friend Jake on the other hand is very close with Jordan. Seeing his pain is overwhelming, it makes me cry even just to think that this is something he may not get over. The day of the accident Jake ran across the track to talk to someone, the train was approaching but Jordan thought he could make it, he didn’t. He’s in the hospital still unconscious. Jake hasn’t been to school and has been at the hospital everyday waiting for him to wake up. Evidently, Jake thinks it’s his fault because if he had waited Jordan would have as well.
This is what he posted on Jordan’s facebook wall this evening:
“Ay jordan, ive gone to see you everyday since the accident. it kills me to see you like that, without a smile on your face. without you makin fun of me or bustin jokes about other people. i miss you bro. i cant even go near the gas station cuz thats where i saw u every morning nd everyday after school. just wouldnt be da same. Havent even been to school yet cuz itll be boring as hell not seein u in the halls. Cant wait til you get better. I love you bro. nd im praying everyday for u. even got masses bein held in your name. but ill see u soon. Cuz I know youll be recoverin real quick. I got faith.”
I’ve known Jake for a very long time. He’s not exactly the most holy person, but he does believe in God. He goes to church everyday now since the accident, even if it’s just to pray. This kid has been through so much, stuff that I cannot even begin to describe. He always turns to God though. I find this so interesting, because he has been through so much I would think he’d give up on God. Wwhen I ask him why, why he still has faith he says “He’ll get me through it. He’ll get everyone through it.” In 2005, Jake lost his best friend to cancer. He lost faith for a long time. To think that God would do something like this to him, and his friend, was unbearable. He gained it back though. Thinking that God is a higher power to get him through things as horrific as he has is comforting. It’s made him stronger.
Because, God has to make it better right?
Right?
God has become a crutch that someone can hold onto when you’re losing everything, and everyone. God can’t leave you. He can be here for everyone. At least we like to think so, I like to think so. Whether it’s helping you get that A on your final, or helping you look at your friend in a coma, or helping you through a sickness, or helping you keep your head up. He’ll always be there… right?
♥ Jordan F. ♥
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Candide did Whaaaaaa?
In the first chapter Candide is banished from the castle because he kisses Cunegonde. Is this a fair punishment? No, probably not. Why should he get punished for simply just trying to follow his heart? He shouldn’t. Not only does he just simply get kicked out, but a series of unfortunate events continue! Bad event after bad event continues to happen to poor Candide. Why can’t he catch a break? This question can actually be answered quite simply. He’s naïve and doesn’t know any better. Should Candide be punished and banished because he’s naïve to the real world. Again, no he shouldn’t. However no one seems to be protecting him.
It almost seems as though Cunegonde is punishing him as well; differently though. It seems as though she’s doing this in an unknowingly way, or this could just be my perspective. She kind of ridicules him for still having complete faith in Pangloss’ philosophy. The pained Cunegonde is starting to lose faith in his whole philosophy as where the naïve Candide still has complete faith in this belief that they are in the best world there is. I feel as though Cunegonde does look down upon Candide for being quite naïve.
However they still continue onto this journey trying to escape what their new punishment might be. Will Candide and Cunegonde deserve this punishment that they may receive for being in love? Sure they killed people, at least Candide did. But I mean come on… he was in love and jealous. It’s understandable...
It almost seems as though Cunegonde is punishing him as well; differently though. It seems as though she’s doing this in an unknowingly way, or this could just be my perspective. She kind of ridicules him for still having complete faith in Pangloss’ philosophy. The pained Cunegonde is starting to lose faith in his whole philosophy as where the naïve Candide still has complete faith in this belief that they are in the best world there is. I feel as though Cunegonde does look down upon Candide for being quite naïve.
However they still continue onto this journey trying to escape what their new punishment might be. Will Candide and Cunegonde deserve this punishment that they may receive for being in love? Sure they killed people, at least Candide did. But I mean come on… he was in love and jealous. It’s understandable...
Friday, September 24, 2010
Modern Socrates
Hmmmm... Can anyone be compared to the great Socrates? I don’t think so. So I think anyone considered to be a “Modern Socrates” is a much less extreme version of the great Socrates. Socrates was a brilliant philosopher who got his opponents to question their own beliefs and in many cases abandon the beliefs that they thought were so strong and so much a part of them, when I think of someone who does this I immediately think of my brother.
This guy, he’s only been alive for about twenty years and he can get people to change their minds and beliefs about almost anything. Not just the minds of other twenty year olds, but people who have lived their lives and have been practicing their values for years, even decades. Just like Socrates, he uses this Judo way of debating, trying to confuse and corner his debaters.
I’ll give you an example.
My brother is an Atheist and my entire family, on both sides, is Catholic. So anytime he gets the chance to debate about religion he jumps at it. Now I know better than to start a debate with him, because between us it would never end. However, my Tia was not so lucky.
She figured she take him on and possibly win this argument. Man was she wrong. My brother discreetly pointed out the flaws in Catholicism and everything wrong with religion in general. She stuck by Catholicism and tried to make excuses or change what she said. My brother called her out on these things and pin pointed why their wrong and why religion in general is wrong. He kept asking why for everything she said. Eventually, after 3 and a half hours, she gave up. Now she doesn’t recognize herself with any religion and she herself asks why. Why do people have faith in any religion?
All cause of this guy…
This guy, he’s only been alive for about twenty years and he can get people to change their minds and beliefs about almost anything. Not just the minds of other twenty year olds, but people who have lived their lives and have been practicing their values for years, even decades. Just like Socrates, he uses this Judo way of debating, trying to confuse and corner his debaters.
I’ll give you an example.
My brother is an Atheist and my entire family, on both sides, is Catholic. So anytime he gets the chance to debate about religion he jumps at it. Now I know better than to start a debate with him, because between us it would never end. However, my Tia was not so lucky.
She figured she take him on and possibly win this argument. Man was she wrong. My brother discreetly pointed out the flaws in Catholicism and everything wrong with religion in general. She stuck by Catholicism and tried to make excuses or change what she said. My brother called her out on these things and pin pointed why their wrong and why religion in general is wrong. He kept asking why for everything she said. Eventually, after 3 and a half hours, she gave up. Now she doesn’t recognize herself with any religion and she herself asks why. Why do people have faith in any religion?
All cause of this guy…
Friday, September 17, 2010
[The unexamined life is not worth living]
This quote confused me. What is an unexamined life? Upon asking many people, I was left with various different answers. Some that made no sense, some that made perfect sense, and some that left me thinking. Who is to say my life is unexamined or examined? Which lead me to MY own answer. You are the only person that can decide this. You are the only person who can look at your past decisions and say “I did this wrong” and believe it. This means that you are the only person that can examine or choose not to examine your life. Who’s to say that you don’t sit down when you get home and go over your day, and who’s to say you never look back in your life and just keep repeating your mistakes. Some people are masochists who like repeating their pain, that isn’t your life, you can’t change someone else’s decisions in life; they have to choose to do so themselves.
Now, what do I see as an unexamined life that is not worth living? I think to me it’s a life that has nothing. Someone who has NO passion. No love, no faith, no support, and no laughter. That I think would be hell and obviously not worth living. If you have no family or friends who are you living for? If you have no passion then what is it that you’re living for?
I find faith important. It’s not for everyone, I completely agree with that. If you don’t believe in something then why follow it right? I think it depends on the person, me for instance, I need faith. Something that will always be there when it seems like you’re alone, even if you aren’t. Maybe finding something to help you through life, whether it be spiritual or not, will help you accomplish “examining” your life.
:D
Now, what do I see as an unexamined life that is not worth living? I think to me it’s a life that has nothing. Someone who has NO passion. No love, no faith, no support, and no laughter. That I think would be hell and obviously not worth living. If you have no family or friends who are you living for? If you have no passion then what is it that you’re living for?
I find faith important. It’s not for everyone, I completely agree with that. If you don’t believe in something then why follow it right? I think it depends on the person, me for instance, I need faith. Something that will always be there when it seems like you’re alone, even if you aren’t. Maybe finding something to help you through life, whether it be spiritual or not, will help you accomplish “examining” your life.
:D
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Eulogy [9.10.10]
It’s a tragedy this sweet charming young woman had to leave our lives so soon, but apparently walking and texting was just out of her physical capabilities...
As you can tell she was quite the handful…
She never stopped talking… or singing… or fidgeting around. That’s not the kind of person you’d think she was when you first met her, I’m sure. She was quiet, reserved, and simple at first meet. However, when you got her to open up, she could talk for hours about insignificant things, ridiculous thoughts and ideas, big dreams and goals, and the things and people closest to heart. She would sing quite obnoxiously to the radio or iPod, whichever was playing, not well might I add, she was not gifted with a beautiful voice, but that never stopped her from singing her little heart out.
Her clumsy tendency she identified as her trademark. She couldn’t go a day without tripping or falling. Thus, the accident that took her life. She didn’t let her lack of grace stop her from living life to the fullest. She partied like there was no tomorrow. Not in an inappropriate way more as in a “you never know when it will be your last day” kind of attitude. She attended Whitney Young High School and took her studies seriously, but boy did she know how to have fun.
Don’t let this fool you though, her heart was bigger than most. Though she didn’t let everyone into her heart, if she let you take a part of it you would have it forever. Her family and friends loved her dearly, and her goofy charm was always something to laugh at.
They will miss her dearly…
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