<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:58:22.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Ap  10 The Step Ahead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-4432963944886059551</id><published>2009-12-16T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:52:53.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctiation Remains An Art :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 20.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;you’re born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 24.0px Times New Roman; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;you live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-4432963944886059551?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4432963944886059551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/punctiation-remains-art.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4432963944886059551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4432963944886059551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/punctiation-remains-art.html' title='Punctiation Remains An Art :)'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-2609291263702987967</id><published>2009-12-13T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:09:53.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love, I Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Decisions. So many of them. One leads to another. Is it the right decision? Am I making a mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I feel I should do this, but others think it's wrong. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I am making the right decision. I will write what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Leaves of Grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Poem Thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I behold the picturesque giant, and love him- and I do not stop there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I go with the team also."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love him. Just like I love the odorless atmosphere. I love him in the same way she loves the twenty something bathers. I love with passion, I love perfection. I love the unknown to me. I love tiny details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I admire the expression of the oxen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I believe in colors. I believe in purposes. I believe I am like the turkey-hen. "I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise" (16) I am all nations, all genders, all ages. I am all. We are all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I will always have myself. I will always have everything. I have everything without taking everything. "I breathe the air but have plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place (16).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are many suns. Many suns I cannot see. I don't need to see them to believe they are there. I play music for the slain people. I believe in losing as much as I believe in winning. I believe in equality. The meal should be fairly distributed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I do as I wish. I see myself in others. As I judge them, I judge myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love myself. I am the most superior being. Who else can I pray to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I accept reality. I understand things happen. I am not looking for an apology. "I see that the elementary laws never apologize (20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I believe in the moment. So many things going on. I pay attention to everything. I believe in myself. I am what I am. You may notice me, you may not. I'll be satisfied either way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There's no death. Time is eternal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 32); "&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-2609291263702987967?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2609291263702987967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2609291263702987967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2609291263702987967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-i-believe.html' title='I Love, I Believe'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-791173075369917876</id><published>2009-12-10T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:19:42.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Part Of Time</title><content type='html'>Usually, when something happens in your life, you start to relate everything to it. My grandfather passed away last Sunday, so that's pretty much all I think about. It's so much information to process in so little time. I feel hypnotized. His death hasn't quite hit me yet, but I still feel his absence. As I'm thinking all of this, I'm reading  &lt;i&gt;Leaves of Grass. &lt;/i&gt;I know I have to focus. This poetry is so rich in content, it calls for my full attention. I stumble across a line: "What I know I like" (1), and then I realize that's what's been making me feel so empty.  &lt;div&gt;Usually, the unknown is terrifying. When there's something in your life that has been there for a long time, regardless if it's good or bad, you will learn to like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A clear example of this is Clara Rojas. As she was being freed, she was hugging her abductors. Why would she hug the people who kidnapped her? It's now that I understand  they became a big part of her life. They were what she knew and what she learned to like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same thing happens with my grandfather. I've lived with him for almost all my life and not having him around the house is something new to me. Something I obviously don't like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to &lt;i&gt;Leaves of Grass&lt;/i&gt;, I really like how Whitman plays with time. First, he gives us the feeling that he is all knowing. He does so by using words like "shall" and "will be". "You shall possess the good of the earth and sun- (there are millions of suns left)" (2).  Then, he mixes the past, present and future: "I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and end; But I do not talk of the beginning or end" (3). When he says "beginning" he's referring to the past, as he talks about the "end", he's referring to the future and he himself is a clear example of the present. Pretty interesting. It gives the impression that the past, present and future are all the same. And coming to think of it, they are the same. Just as we in a sense, are the same too. The past, the present, the future, the ones who died, the ones who are still with us, they, we, are all part of time.  &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-791173075369917876?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/791173075369917876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-part-of-time.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/791173075369917876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/791173075369917876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-part-of-time.html' title='All Part Of Time'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-985435561459071253</id><published>2009-12-03T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:41:11.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandmother's Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A typical conversation with my grandmother goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Hi grandma. How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Usually, when you ask people how they are, their response is no longer than 5 words. My grandmother takes this question pretty seriously. After thinking about it for some time, she'll answer something like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"What can I tell you... I'm happy because I've been walking without a cane. But I do feel tired all the time. I've had a good week though. I saw my dear old friend Inesita. Inesita de Gonzalez. Poor Inesita, her husband Alberto is sick again. Do you want some cookies? I bought them yesterday. The cashier was so nice. Her name was Anita. Ohhh, I didn't tell you. Your cousin Anita is playing the flute. I never liked that instrument but I wasn’t going to tell her that...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She will go on and on, jumping from one topic to the next. After some time, you will not understand how she's able to connect so many things together. By the time you two stop talking (if she stops talking, that is), you will not remember what she was going to tell you in the first place. I love my grandmother, but if you're willing to have a conversation with her, you have to prepare yourself for several hours of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A Simple Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, is similar to my grandmother. It starts talking about Madame Aubain’s life. Then it starts describing the rooms in the house. Before you know it, you’re reading about how “Her father, who was a mason, was killed by falling from a scaffolding” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The difference between my grandmother and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A Simple Sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;l, is that Flaubert is able to link topics successfully. His links are strong and logical. In fact, they are so successful, they become our eyes and mind inside the novel. Through his words, we are able to visualize what's going on, and understand why things happen, thanks to the links he makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Think about walking to class. As you do, you look around, focus on details, and notice things you hadn't seen before. Your mind starts making connections, remembering past experiences, identifying new things. One memory takes you to another. Before you know it, you've created a chain of anecdotes, feelings, and different topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We do this all the time. Flaubert does it in his novel. It's a very risky thing to do. The reader may get lost and bored the way I do with my grandmother. Instead, every change of topic is like a wake up sign. It makes us alert. It triggers curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where will he take us next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-985435561459071253?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/985435561459071253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-grandmothers-style.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/985435561459071253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/985435561459071253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-grandmothers-style.html' title='My Grandmother&apos;s Style'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6263132148360938779</id><published>2009-11-09T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:13:48.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Actor To Lawyer</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize that jobs are easily stereotyped. I've always heard that when people don't know what they want, they study administration or go to law school. I've also heard that teaching is a job anyone can do. If you're a teacher or a lawyer or studied administration, don't take this personal. I'm just writing what I've seen and heard. The teacher thing really bothers me because both of my parents are teachers and from what I see, it's a tough job. Not many people could do it.
Something really funny happened the other day. The members from my dad's side of the family are all lawyers, doctors and diplomats. We were in a family reunion and my aunt was talking about how my cousin was no longer with her boyfriend. We were all surprised because they had seriously been dating as far as I can remember. My mom asked her why they weren't together anymore and my aunt's response was something like this:
"My daughter was going no where with that guy. She had just finished law school and he was a music teacher. Teacher?? What kind of job is that?"
It was then when she realized my mom is a teacher. Then, everything was really awkward. As you can imagine, she tried fixing it by saying:
"Oh, but you're a good teacher. You teach math which is hard, so you're okay." 
Whatever. There was no way she could fix it.
Anyways, in chapter two of The Crying Of Lot 49, Oedipa meets Metzger, the lawyer. She thinks he's really good looking. So good looking, that "he had to be an actor" (PDF). He actually was an actor. "Some twenty-odd years ago, Metzger had been one of those child movie stars, preforming under the name of Baby Igor" (PDF). Everyone knows lawyers have to be very persuasive. They have to act confident and convince the judge they are right. Acting has a lot to do with this. I found a page on google, it looked like a course explaining what lawyers could learn from actors. (http://www.justice.org/resources/convenience_ACT.pdf) It's logo was: "all lawyers are actors or should be." One thing's for sure. Metzger would do really well in that course. After all, he was an actor and a lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6263132148360938779?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6263132148360938779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-actor-to-lawyer.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6263132148360938779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6263132148360938779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-actor-to-lawyer.html' title='From Actor To Lawyer'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-2406862945934625242</id><published>2009-11-05T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:20:24.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Names</title><content type='html'>I'm intrigued by this book. I'm not sure what the author wants us to think. Should we try and look for symbolic details? Or should we take the novel lightly instead? The book's pretty short but it's obvious it's dense in content. It's like an orange. It may be small, but the  juice inside it is a great amount. (Pretty lame comparison, I know.) Anyways, what really caught my attention about this chapter were the names. we have: Oedipa Maas, Pierce Inverarity, Wendel Maas "Mucho"and Dr. Hilarius. These four characters' names are particular because they are associated with words or other characters we already know. From the one we can deduce the most is Oedipa. I'll be trying to analyze the rest of the characters as the story develops. 
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SvOVZZhzhYI/AAAAAAAAACk/9s6rc1_zcyw/s1600-h/blog+pic+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SvOVZZhzhYI/AAAAAAAAACk/9s6rc1_zcyw/s320/blog+pic+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400824641729299842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-2406862945934625242?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2406862945934625242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/character-names.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2406862945934625242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2406862945934625242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/character-names.html' title='Character Names'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SvOVZZhzhYI/AAAAAAAAACk/9s6rc1_zcyw/s72-c/blog+pic+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-652593310452563316</id><published>2009-11-05T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:33:19.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spider And The Human</title><content type='html'>There once was a human and a spider. 
"Let's play a game," said the human. "Let's compete to see who the best inventor is."
The human was very selfish and thought he was superior to the spider.
"I'll play with one condition," replied the spider. "We'll decide who the best inventor is according to our genes."
"Deal," said the human.  He was sure he would win the game. "I'll start with something easy. I don't want to make the spider feel too bad," he thought. "I think I'm the greatest inventor here because my species figured out how to make fire."
"Nice. But I think my genes are greater inventors because I don't need fire. My eyes are designed so I can see in the dark. I see you have glasses. According to that, you can't even see in daylight!"
"Fine. Your eyes are better than mine. But what about my ability to hunt? My species has created amazing weapons. I can shoot a bird no matter how far away it is. As long as I see it with my eyes, I'll be able to hit it."
"You poor human. We spiders have many effective ways of hunting too. We don't need a gun to hunt accurately. Some of  us dig holes and cover them with dirt as traps. Others wait and catch bugs near by. There's also our web strategy which you're well aware of. Do you know how accurate we have to be? Do you know how fast bugs are? I believe in hunting, we aren't as bad as you think." 
"Yeah? Well try to beat this spider. We humans have created art masterpieces. We have amazing buildings, intelligent minds, and our kids go to school. I don't see you accomplishing any of these things."
"First of all, my offspring don't need to go to school. Everything they need to know comes to them with time. Besides you're quite wrong. We spiders, are great in math, specially geometry. We spin delicate thread into webs; our greatest form of art. This is not only artistic and mathematic; we can move swiftly through the web and catch our food. I'm sorry human. I think I win."



Idea from chapter thirteen of The Selfish Gene. Pages 238-9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-652593310452563316?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/652593310452563316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/spider-and-human.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/652593310452563316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/652593310452563316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/spider-and-human.html' title='The Spider And The Human'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-5850799079038316258</id><published>2009-11-03T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:56:10.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science And Religion's Role</title><content type='html'>What is explained has to be described, but what is described doesn’t necessarily have to be explained.

Everything we can explain is science. Religion describes the unexplainable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-5850799079038316258?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5850799079038316258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/science-and-religions-role_03.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5850799079038316258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5850799079038316258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/science-and-religions-role_03.html' title='Science And Religion&apos;s Role'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-1373666619786749845</id><published>2009-11-03T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:47:16.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chart For Blog Entry Below</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SvDPDZx5TBI/AAAAAAAAACc/_8WXCA_-2jw/s1600-h/blog+pic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SvDPDZx5TBI/AAAAAAAAACc/_8WXCA_-2jw/s320/blog+pic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400043610583944210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-1373666619786749845?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1373666619786749845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/chart-for-blog-entry-below.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1373666619786749845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1373666619786749845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/chart-for-blog-entry-below.html' title='Chart For Blog Entry Below'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SvDPDZx5TBI/AAAAAAAAACc/_8WXCA_-2jw/s72-c/blog+pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6169709421996488292</id><published>2009-11-03T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:15:43.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisoner's Dilemma In The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>I'm really mad. The clip that I wanted to post from The Dark Knight doesn't have an embed address, so I can't post it. Anyways, you can go on youtube and search for "The Dark Knight ferry scene". It's one of the best parts of the movie if you ask me, and it's perfect to discuss the prisoner's dilemma present in chapter twelve. I copied Dawkins charts and made my own  describing the prisoner's dilemma in The Dark Knight. The table is on the blog entry above.                  
It doesn't look nice either way, does it? It's kind of a lose lose situation. But there are two more things to keep in mind. The first is proof. The Joker wants the prisoners to push the button, or vice versa. He wants to prove how humans will do anything to stay alive. Even if it means blowing other people up. In other words, he wants to prove people are selfish self-centered creatures capable of anything. The Joker is expecting any of the two to follow a nasty strategy to prove his theory.
The second thing to keep in mind is guilt.  This scene is great because it shows how the people and prisoners react. The people are trying to avoid guilt by thinking the prisoners deserve to die. The man with white hair in the prisoner's boat is trying to avoid guilt by giving the detonator to the prisoner. He's probably thinking, "that tough evil prisoner will do the dirty job for me. I'm not guilty if he does it." That tough evil prisoner is not so evil after all. Both ferries opt to cooperate and show the Joker he was wrong. They both follow the "Tit for Tat" strategy, where "both continue to cooperate until the end of the game" (p.210). 
This clip shows nice guys do finish first. According to Dawkins, a nice guy is "an individual that assists other members of its species at its own expense, to pass their genes on to the next generation" (p. 202). The whole gene thing isn't present in this situation, but it's more or less the same dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6169709421996488292?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6169709421996488292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-spot.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6169709421996488292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6169709421996488292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-spot.html' title='Prisoner&apos;s Dilemma In The Dark Knight'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-8442228618427232585</id><published>2009-10-31T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:35:15.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope. You Are Not Mom's Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SuyRYnq1MtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FhZz9ueuyTI/s1600-h/Mom%27sFavorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SuyRYnq1MtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FhZz9ueuyTI/s320/Mom%27sFavorite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398849905461899986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-8442228618427232585?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8442228618427232585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/nope-you-are-not-moms-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8442228618427232585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8442228618427232585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/nope-you-are-not-moms-favorite.html' title='Nope. You Are Not Mom&apos;s Favorite'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SuyRYnq1MtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FhZz9ueuyTI/s72-c/Mom%27sFavorite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-1222894483091213872</id><published>2009-10-31T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:39:39.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Will Momma Choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a quiz. I'm sure you're very excited. I'll give you a little help. These are a few things you need to know in order to do well. Remember PI is "defined as 'any investment by the parent in an individual offspring that increased the offsprings' chance of survival" (p.124). Another key thing to remember is the way the PI is measured. As Dawkins says:"when a child uses some of its mother's milk, the amount of milk consumed isn't measured in pints or calories, but in units of detriment to other children of the same mother" (p. 124). The last important thing to remember, is Dawkins' favorite statement: we are all survival machines. "Machines" meaning all our actions are programmed. Keeping these key points in mind, we can make the following assumption: there is no emotional relationship between a mother an it's child. The mother's interest lies only in helping the child survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that we have that clear, let me give you three different situations. You have to decide what the mother will do in each case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Situation number one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is not invented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a tribe in the Amazons, when babies are born with any kind of defect, the parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a. keep it alive but live secluded from the tribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b. throw the baby into the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;c. treat it as a normal baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d. give it more PI to increase it's chances of survival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you answered d, you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WRONG! The actual answer is b. Babies are thrown in the river when they are born with defects. A doctor told me this like five months ago. I hadn't read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Selfish Gene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  so I didn't understand how a mother could so such a thing. Now, I find it quite harsh but also logical. Why would a parent invest on a child who's chance of survival is low, and who won't be able to make his genes survive in the gene pool? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Situation number two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are two lion cubs. I'm not sure how age works in lions but let's pretend it's the same as in humans. The oldest cub is four, the youngest is two. They are playing around a dangerous zone, even though their mother told them not to. When the mother comes to check on them, she sees they are about to be crushed by a huge rock. She quickly heads towards them. Knowing she can only save one of them, she saves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a. none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b. the youngest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;c. the oldest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d. wants to save both and dies trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The right answer is c. As it says on chapter eight, if the older one dies, the mother "stands to lose a higher proportion of her life's investment ... If she saves the little brother, she will have to invest some costly resources in him just to get him up to the age of his brother" (p.125). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Situation number three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worms have disappeared. Mother bird hasn't fed her babies in days. They are starving so they won't stop screaming. She knows that this attracts predators. She finally finds a worm. Heading back to the nest, she sees her four little birds screaming for food. She has made her decision. She gives the worm to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a. the oldest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b. the youngest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;c. the most patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d. the loudest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The right answer is d. We can predict the mother will give the worm to the one that screams the most because this will make it shut up. The lower the noise, the lower the chances of a predator coming by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All three situations showed up in chapter eight. I know most of us would do very different things as parents. The reason why our actions would be different is because they aren't programmed anymore. They don't need to be because the danger we face is very little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For example, if a mother has three children to feed, she can decide to feed the patient one first and reward him because there is no predator on the lookout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Humans are no longer programmed, survival machines. The truth is, some parents do have favorites. Usually, the favorite son or daughter is the one that brings less trouble to the parents. We may not be programmed machines, but it's for sure we're still selfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-1222894483091213872?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1222894483091213872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/which-will-momma-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1222894483091213872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1222894483091213872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/which-will-momma-choose.html' title='Which Will Momma Choose?'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-7841098218269589354</id><published>2009-10-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:57:35.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Reason Why Men Want To Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SuTzwkH1DxI/AAAAAAAAABY/CG990xyWNmg/s1600-h/blog+pic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SuTzwkH1DxI/AAAAAAAAABY/CG990xyWNmg/s320/blog+pic.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396706269152481042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-7841098218269589354?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7841098218269589354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/battle-of-sexes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7841098218269589354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7841098218269589354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/battle-of-sexes.html' title='The Real Reason Why Men Want To Divorce'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SuTzwkH1DxI/AAAAAAAAABY/CG990xyWNmg/s72-c/blog+pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-7552425073643751129</id><published>2009-10-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:07:08.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Today's Assembly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;She stopped. Let the words sink in, and continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A civil war, a baby, no husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;She wants another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The boy with no father has no second chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Two eyelids, no sound, a pale color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Book Antiqua"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The only truth she new, was the only path she could take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-7552425073643751129?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7552425073643751129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-todays-assembly.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7552425073643751129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7552425073643751129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-todays-assembly.html' title='About Today&apos;s Assembly'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-1571147703814391154</id><published>2009-10-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:39:32.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without A Purpose: The Smart Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;According to the first chapter of the book, "intelligent life on a planet comes of age when it first works out the reason of it's own existence" (p. 1). If this is true, then we are the only "intelligent" species in this world as we know it. We don't see dogs going to Pre-Ap English class learning about the QUESTions. But who knows. Maybe animals do believe there's a reason for their existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's suppose we're the only species that have questioned our existence. Was it the smartest thing to do? If we compare nature's system to ours, I'd say nature is wiser. It's system is flawless. There's no corruption and no violence unless it's necessary. We've been reading these books in class about finding the perfect world, detaching from material things and accepting death. Mother Nature already does all these things, and she doesn't need books to tell her what to do. When a lion catches a zebra, the rest of the herd moves along. They don't stop and weep for the lost life. Animals understand there's a food chain that consists of eating and eventually, getting eaten. They may not be conscious of all of this, but I'm starting to think it's better that way.  Look at us. We understand we shouldn't attach to anything and we still do. Nature has created this amazing utopia, where things aren't good or bad. They just are. The best part of all, is that animals can't get bored of this "perfect life" because they're purpose in life is not to enjoy. The only purpose they know of is reproduction. Wouldn't life be much easier this way? Look at the examples in the book. A black gull can swallow a baby and not feel guilty afterwards. A female praying mantis can eat the male without hesitation. Animals don't suffer like humans do. They accept nature's course and act on an instinct of survival. You're probably disagreeing with me. Thinking animals don't suffer as we do, but they can't feel emotions we feel either. I ask you, what does that affect them? How can you miss something you never had?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we had never questioned our reason of existence, we would have never developed many of the emotions we have right now. We wouldn't want to be happy, because we wouldn't understand it's meaning. Without happiness, there wouldn't be sadness, therefore, we'd live in a perfect state; not happy, but not sad either. We wouldn't miss what we wouldn't have. We'd just live to survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in the end, was finding the reason of our existence a smart choice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-1571147703814391154?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1571147703814391154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-without-purpose-smart-choice.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1571147703814391154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1571147703814391154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-without-purpose-smart-choice.html' title='Life Without A Purpose: The Smart Choice'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-4473198360251888045</id><published>2009-10-10T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:07:42.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky, Or Not?</title><content type='html'>So Candide, let me get this straight. You had a great life, until you kissed Lady Cunegonde. Then, the Baron kicked you out of his house. You were hungry, and luckily met two men who gave you food. But the men made you join the battle with the Bulgars. Luckily, you managed to escape. Then, you met a beggar who turned out to be Dr. Pangloss. He told you Cunegonde was dead. Then, there was an earthquake, and you and Pangloss were arrested. Pangloss was hanged, but luckily, they didn't kill you. They just tortured you to death (almost). Luckily, an old lady found you and gave you food and shelter. You were so lucky, that you found Lady Cunegonde. Then, you killed a man but luckily escaped with the old lady and Cunegonde. You arrived to Buenos Aires where a noble man fell in love with Cunegonde. Then, you had to escape because you had killed that man. Luckily, you found Cunegonde's brother. Then, you killed him! Luckily, you managed to escape. Trying to be nice, you killed two monkeys and saved two girls. But it turned out they were the girls' lovers and you and Cacambo were caught by Oreillons. They wanted to eat you two, because you were Jesuits. But it turns out that luckily, you were not Jesuits so you weren't killed.&lt;div&gt;I'm just wondering if you can be called lucky. Really bad things happen to you, but somehow, you manage to get past them. It's like Roy Sullivan. How unlucky do you have to be, to get struck by lighting seven times? But, how lucky was he to survive them all? At the end of chapter sixteen, you say, "if i had not been lucky enough to spit Lady Cunegonde's brother, I should infallibly have been eaten" (p. 72). Seriously Candide? If you hadn't killed Lady Cunegonde's brother, you wouldn't be there in the first place. After analyzing your life for some time, I came up with this: Your actions seem to follow the domino effect. You get into a problem, that leads you to another, and another, and another. You're unlucky to have all these problems. But hey, after all you've gone through, you're lucky to be alive. The only solution I see for your bad (or good) luck, is for the last domino to fall down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this video that fits your life perfectly. The domino effect, I already explained. And the Yin Yang makes reference to the good and evil you do; to the good and bad luck you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-4473198360251888045?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4473198360251888045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/lucky-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4473198360251888045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4473198360251888045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/lucky-or-not.html' title='Lucky, Or Not?'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6520883063236110598</id><published>2009-10-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:10:31.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Satire Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Host: Good evening, ladies and gentleman! I'm your host Kevin and welcome to today's show: "Is this satire?" We have our two contestants here with us, Joy and Charles. How are you, Joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joy: I'm doing great Kevin, thank you. A little bit nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Host: Well, you have all the reasons to be. If Joy answers the questions right, she will take $200,000,000,000,009 home with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now Charles, do you think you'll beat Joy and take the grand prize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Charles: Well, yes Kevin. As a matter of fact I do. You see, Joy here is blonde. That automatically makes her stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Host: I see your point Charles. Well, before we start playing, let me remind you there are three questions you have to answer. The first two questions are each worth $100,000,000,000,000. The last one is worth $ 9. Let's begin. The thirteenth chapter of the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Candide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; starts like this: "Having heard the old woman's story, the lovely Cunegonde began to pay all the respect due to a person of her rank and equality" (p.58). Now I expect you all have read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Candide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joy: I did Kevin. But, can you remind me what part of the story we are in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: Sure thing. The old lady has just told Candide and Cunegonde she was, and has always been the daughter of a Pope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joy: Oh, yes. I remember now. This is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Charles: Not satire because it never talks about a mythical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; woodland creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Audience laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joy: You talk like a blonde yourself Charles. This is satire. It's ironic how the old lady's story suddenly makes Cunegonde respect her. So, yes Kevin. This is satire. If I may ad, the target here is aristocracy, for only respecting people who come from respected backgrounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Host: And you are right! Congratulations Joy! The next question. Later in that chapter, a wealthy nobleman asks Cunegonde to marry him. The reasons why he wants to marry her is because she is beautiful. The reasons why she  thinks of marrying him is because he has money and a great mustache. Charles, do you want to try and answer this one correctly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Charles: I'm sorry for my last answer. I thought you were asking something else. I think you need to get a new microphone or something because I can't hear you very well. That's why I didn't answer correctly, not because I didn't know. This is satire Kevin, because Lady Cunegonde is already married and she can't marry twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: Not quite Charles. Joy, any answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joy: This is satire, but not because of what stupid Charles here said. It's absurd to marry someone because of their handsome mustaches. This part of the story is similar to fairy tales where they meet one day and marry the next. I'd say Voltaire's target is all those relationships based on convenience, wealth and looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 6px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: Correct again! Congratulations Joy! Now, for the last question worth $9. Joy, in chapter fourteen, the sergeant tells Candide and Cacambo the Colonel won't speak to them because "the Father Provincial, did not allow any Spaniard to open his mouth except in his presence, nor to stay more than three hours in the country" (p. 63). Is this satire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joy: Yes, it is. Voltaire is targeting religion, making fun of the Father Provincial and all those stupid conditions the church normally makes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: You are right Joy! You won the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;$200,000,000,000,009. But wait, I just got a message from the director. He says there's one more question left. Who ever gets this one right will get all the money plus the other contestant's car. Now I ask you Charles. Candide is written by Voltaire. Is this satire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Charles: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: You are correct! We have a new winner! Charles, you won the $200,000,000,000,009 and Joy's car! That's it for today folks! We hope you enjoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 6px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6520883063236110598?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6520883063236110598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-satire-show.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6520883063236110598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6520883063236110598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-satire-show.html' title='The Satire Show'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-4815848138933075124</id><published>2009-10-07T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:49:12.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurdity In Chapter Twelve</title><content type='html'>Chapter twelve has many absurd things. It tells the tale of the old woman, and not no my surprise, she had been through some ridiculous events. She first talks about what happens to castrated children. ""I was born at Naples", he told me, "where they castrate two or three thousand children every year. Some of them die, some acquire a more beautiful voice than any woman has, and others become Prime Ministers"" (p 54). I understand why they would have a nicer voice than a woman's. We just learned in Biology that when there isn't production of testosterone, there can't be secondary sexual characteristics, such as deepening of voice or facial hair. The sentence follows with: "others become Prime Ministers". This is completely unexpected. It's sudden but hilarious at the same time. Voltaire finds a very amusing way to make fun of the Prime Ministers, by comparing their voice to a child's. Children's voices are mostly ignored, so we can deduce Voltaire makes fun of how Prime Ministers are ignored too.&lt;div&gt;The next absurdity in the book, is on page fifty-six: ""Cut just one buttock off each of these ladies", he said, "and that will provide you with a delicious meal; if you find you need more, you can have as much again in a few days time"".  Killing the women for food alone is outraging. But cutting of one buttock from each of them is outraging and absurd. Remembering the old lady saying "I can hardly keep my seat with only one buttock"(p. 46), and now knowing why, makes me laugh a little. I'm amazed at Voltaire's creativity and ability to break the boundaries. The reason why the old lady has only one buttock would have never occurred to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last absurd scene I found in this chapter was on the following page. We had already come across this before. The old lady says, "I have grown old (with only half a behind), in misery and shame, but I have never forgotten that I am the daughter of the Pope". The target is clearly the church. A Pope having a daughter? That's a terrible accusation. This sentence is a great example of satire. It's very ironic for a Pope to have a daughter, very absurd for the old lady to have one buttock, and a great target to the Catholic religion. Keeping in mind Voltaire was a leading philosopher and writer of the Illustration, his target to the Catholic Church fits his life perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a doubt, Voltaire is a satire master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-4815848138933075124?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4815848138933075124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/absurdity-in-chapter-twelve.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4815848138933075124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4815848138933075124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/absurdity-in-chapter-twelve.html' title='Absurdity In Chapter Twelve'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6862672057046498984</id><published>2009-10-04T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:13:40.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New "So It Goes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;There are things we can't understand. Why are innocent souls the victims of war? Why does death take young children's lives? All these  painful events are unexplainable. We can't assure why they happen. We don't have the free will to decide what will and won't happen, but we can change our perspective on things. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Slaughterhouse-five,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; the Tralfamadorian's coped with death with their "so it goes". They understood we could live forever in the past. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Candide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, we also find a way to cope with death. This time the philosopher isn't a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;two feet high, green looking creature. It's Pangloss, Candide's tutor. As stated in previous blogs, Pangloss strongly believes everything has a purpose of being: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"legs are clearly intended for breeches, so we wear them. Stones were made for carving and building houses, and that is why my lord has the most beautiful house ... And since pigs were made to be eaten, we eat pork all year round" (p.20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;  When James, the Anabaptist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;  falls into the sea, and Candide goes after him, Pangloss stops him "by proving that Lisbon harbour was made on purpose for this Anabaptist to drown there" (p.33).  Pangloss' philosophy is somewhat different to the one of the Tralfamadorians. Pangloss simply resigns. I believe he's scared of failing. For example, if he had a relative with cancer, he would probably say: "cancer was made on purpose for my relative to get it." Instead of fighting against it, he would just accept it and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wonder what that would feel like. Knowing you could have fought against something and you didn't. What if everyone was like this? What if we all resigned to death? The thing is, we actually do, in some way. I know I'm about to contradict what I said earlier, but that's my mind right now; a web of contradicting ideas. We know there are people dying of hunger, people being killed and tortured. But the only thing we do is ask why these things happen. It would be nice to stop playing the victims and actually do something for a change. What if we &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;have the free will to decide what happened? But wait, if we did, we would be playing God, wouldn't we? I take that back. Here it is: we don't have the free will to decide who will fall in the sea, but we do have the free will to try and save that person. We do have the free will to decided how we solve problems. But we don't have the free will to decide who will get cancer, and who will die from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There is no such thing as absolute free will. It all depends. Since we don't have complete power, we have to bury our grief in phrases like "so it goes" or "that was it's purpose of being."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6862672057046498984?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6862672057046498984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-so-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6862672057046498984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6862672057046498984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-so-it-goes.html' title='The New &quot;So It Goes&quot;'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-2986147447850853800</id><published>2009-10-01T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T05:49:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will In Candide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vocab:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gauntlet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="SB" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; "&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a stout glove with a long loose wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="lineart" layout="Half" style="float: right; padding-top: 1em; padding-right: 0em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; padding-left: 1.5em; background-color: white; max-width: 33%; "&gt;&lt;a href="file:///Library/Dictionaries/New%20Oxford%20American%20Dictionary.dictionary/Contents/Images/gauntlet.png" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Library/Dictionaries/New%20Oxford%20American%20Dictionary.dictionary/Contents/Images/gauntlet.png" priority="2" style="width: 149px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="display: block; text-align: center;  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="specUse" style="display: block; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="MS" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="regLabel"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;historical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;an armored glove, as worn by a medieval knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MS" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the part of a glove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;covering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="phrBlock" style="display: block; margin-top: 1em; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PHRASES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gauntlet_0" class="subEnt" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="l"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;take up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="varGrp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="v"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;throw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;gauntlet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;accept (or issue) a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="etym"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ORIGIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: from the medieval custom of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;issuing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; by throwing one's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;gauntlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;; whoever picked it up was deemed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gauntlet_0" class="subEnt" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gauntlet_0" class="subEnt" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Flogging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="SB" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; "&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="sn"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;beat (someone) with a whip or stick as punishment or torture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="ex" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the stolen horses will be returned and the thieves flogged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="exGrp"&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;| &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="gramGrp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="syntax"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="formGrp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; flogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="ex" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; public floggings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="specUse" style="display: block; text-indent: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="MS" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="regLabel"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;informal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;promote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; or talk about (something) repetitively or at excessive length &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="ex" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bold" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;flogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;one idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bold" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, they should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;lighthearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;pop group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="sn"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="provLabel"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Brit., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="regLabel"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;informal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;for sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span priority="2" class="ex" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="lbl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;flogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; beads to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hippies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Not very nice images on google of flogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From Mac Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We've already read "Epictetus" and "The Road Not Taken", two different perspectives on free will. Epictetus assures you don't decide what path to follow, but you do decide how to live it. Robert Frost's poem talks about two roads we can choose from. These different views are affected by the authors' lives. Epictetus, being a slave, had no roads to choose from. Frost, on the other hand, had many paths he could take. Candide, has a little bit of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Free will is mentioned in Chapter two: "It was useless to declare his belief in Free Will, and say he wanted neither; he had to make his choice" (p. 24). The first thing that stands out, it that "free will" are capitalized. This gives these words a significant importance, suggesting free will is important not only in this chapter, but in the rest of the book. Candide has to decide whether "being flogged thirty-six times by the whole regiment, or having twelve bullets in his brain" (p.24). I find this quite absurd (ding! ding, satire!). Basically, Candide doesn't have the choice of being hurt or not, but he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; choose how he'll be tortured. Humorously, Voltaire adds, "so, exercising that divine gift called Liberty, he decided to run the gauntlet thirty-six times and survived two floggings" (p.24). (Again, liberty is capitalized. Is that how it's usually written, or does Voltaire want to highlight it's importance?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; How ironic is it to have the liberty to choose between pain and death? Candide can choose between two paths, both terrible, but can't choose not taking a path at all. So, does he have free will? What would Epictetus say? What would Frost say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-2986147447850853800?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2986147447850853800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-will-in-candide-starting-to-look.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2986147447850853800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2986147447850853800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-will-in-candide-starting-to-look.html' title='Free Will In Candide'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-5188615941464926488</id><published>2009-09-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:51:34.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose: To Serve Man</title><content type='html'>According to Pangloss, Candide's tutor, everything has a purpose: "He proved incontestably that there is no effect without a cause ... 'It is proved', he used to say, 'that things can not be other than what they are for since everything was made for a purpose , it follows that everything is made for the best purpose" (p.20). What follows are some absurd examples of why everything has a purpose. All the examples he gives serve men in some way:&lt;div&gt;"legs are clearly intended for breeches, so we wear them. Stones were made for carving and building houses, and that is why my lord has the most beautiful house ... And since pigs were made to be eaten, we eat pork all year round" (p.20). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come up with a conclusion: Humans are always trying to prove they are the better than other living things. Let's face it. We're proud of being the "dominant" species. We're proud we can talk, uses tools, feel, have a soul. We actually use all these traits to convince ourselves that we're better. Animals haven't evolved as we have. They aren't civilized, they haven't built empires, ruled countries, advanced in technology, therefore, we're superior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cocky feeling we have, leads us to believe everything was made to serve us. If everything was made for us, then I guess we can't feel guilty for ruining everything. After all, it's all ours isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-5188615941464926488?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5188615941464926488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/purpose-to-serve-man.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5188615941464926488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5188615941464926488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/purpose-to-serve-man.html' title='Purpose: To Serve Man'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-7488279319349964504</id><published>2009-09-26T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:09:10.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What If God Were Innocent?"</title><content type='html'>When faced with pain, the first thing we do is find who to blame. People and superior beings are the most common targets. Sometimes it's easier to blame some sort of God because we can accuse it of anything and everything, and that God can't defend himself back. There are many times we simply don't understand why things happen. They catch us unprepared to handle a tough situation. &lt;div&gt;"Why, God? Why did this happen to me if I'm a good person?", some ask. We usually don't find an answer. This makes dealing with pain even harder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we had the pleasure to meet the Sri Lankan poet, Indran Amithanayagam. He read a poem from his book, "The Splintered Face: Tsunami Poems". Not only did he recite beautifully, an excerpt from his poem kept floating in my head for the rest of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"but what if the ocean /were innocent, /the plate tectonics, /innocent, what if God/were innocent?" (Amithanayagam).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to this made me shiver because, if the ocean, the plate tectonics and God are all innocent, then who's there to blame? I'm tired of listening to people saying, "God knows what he's doing", or, "everything happens for a reason". The first answer I find not aggravating comes from Epictetus' The Handbook. In the thirty-first section he mentions: "For in this way you will never blame the gods or accuse them of neglecting you. And this piety is impossible unless you detach the good and the bad from what is not up to us and attach it exclusively to what is up to us, because if you think that any of what is to up to us is good or bad, then when you fail to get what you want and fall into what you do not want, you will be bound to blame and hate those who cause this (Section 31)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to this, the best way to overcome pain and suffering, is by understanding there are things we can't control. We have to detach completely to what is not up to us, because that way, if something happens, we are not affected by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A logical answer, but at the same time, I don't agree with it. Detaching from the things that are not up to us includes understanding relatives will eventually die. Since we can't control death, and if we followed Epictetus' teachings, we would have to detach from those people, creating a more distant relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the purpose of living if we have nothing to lose? We have to decide if happiness is worth the risk of losing it. If you decide to take the risk, I'm afraid there is no answer to why bad things will happen to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 29px;font-size:19px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-7488279319349964504?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7488279319349964504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if-god-were-innocent.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7488279319349964504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7488279319349964504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if-god-were-innocent.html' title='&quot;What If God Were Innocent?&quot;'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-7433343787427010031</id><published>2009-09-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:31:52.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Steps To Becoming The Best Boyfriend/Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol style="list-style-type: decimal"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 27px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Casual; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;Make sure your partner doesn't know about your affairs: if no one knows, it didn't happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 27px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Casual; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;Say I love you 100 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 27px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Casual; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;If your about to break up, stop drop and roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 27px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Casual; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;Never hit your partner with a rock. Avoid all violence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 27px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Casual; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt; Love is enough for the relationship to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-7433343787427010031?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7433343787427010031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-steps-to-becoming-best.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7433343787427010031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7433343787427010031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-steps-to-becoming-best.html' title='5 Steps To Becoming The Best Boyfriend/Girlfriend'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-8284962438085133274</id><published>2009-09-23T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:36:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter To Robert Frost By Epictetus</title><content type='html'>Mr. Robert Frost, &lt;div&gt;I read your poem "The Road Not Taken" and I believe we both agree that free will exists. The difference between you and I, is the life we were given. Your role in the play of life was the one of  a Harvard student, who obtained immediate success in life. I, on the contrary, spent my youth as a slave. I later obtained my freedom and started teaching philosophy in Rome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conceptions we have of free will are quite different. I understand there are things that are up to us, and others that aren't. We should not spend time in the ones that are not up to us, because this will make us misfortunate beings. We don't decide what role to play in life but we do decide how well we play it. Free will consists of understanding what we can and can't control. Once you understand this, you may have the free will to decide how you act upon events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mention in your poem there are two roads we can take: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 32); font-family:Times, fantasy;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;table align="CENTER" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;"T&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;WO&lt;/span&gt; roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And sorry I could not travel both"

&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This disagrees with my philosophy. I believe choosing a road to walk in is not up to us. But we do have the free will to decide &lt;i&gt;how &lt;/i&gt;we want to walk through the path we are given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is clear we have our differences when it comes to free will. You believe there is always a choice. According to your poem, the choices we make, lead us to new decisions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 32); font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;table align="CENTER" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;"Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back."

&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said before, we approach things differently because of our different life styles. Your philosophy is valid for your life, and my philosophy is valid for the life I lived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always refreshing to read a different point of view from my own. I encourage you to read my Handbook and tell me what you believe. I'll keep reading your works and writing you letters with my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        Epictetus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Information about Frost and Epictetus' lives from wikipedia.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-8284962438085133274?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8284962438085133274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letter-to-robert-frost-by.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8284962438085133274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8284962438085133274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letter-to-robert-frost-by.html' title='Open Letter To Robert Frost By Epictetus'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6096372327011948151</id><published>2009-09-23T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:06:58.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion Of Analytic Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Arial Unicode MS; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;We can now take a new position towards war. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Slaughterhouse Five&lt;/span&gt;, shows us a different side than what we usually hear. We hear about the Frank Sinatras and John Waynes. The important thing is remembering Billy Pilgrims are also part of war.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6096372327011948151?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6096372327011948151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/conclusion-of-analytic-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6096372327011948151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6096372327011948151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/conclusion-of-analytic-essay.html' title='Conclusion Of Analytic Essay'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-501063310554467927</id><published>2009-09-19T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:46:25.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules From Sections 11-20</title><content type='html'>11. Nothing belongs to you. &lt;div&gt;"Never say, "I have lost it," but instead, "It was given back"" (PDF). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Tranquility has a price. Nothing is for free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is better to die of hunger and distress than to live in the midst of plenty" (PDF). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. You either are: in accordance with nature, or a materialistic person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Certainly it is not easy to be on guard both for one's choices to be in accord with nature and also for externals, and a person who concerns himself with one, will be bound to neglect the other" (PDF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. In order to obtain freedom, you have to avoid everything that is not up to you. If you want people to live forever, you are breaking rules one and eleven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are foolish if you want your children and your wife and your friends to live forever, since you're wanting things to be up to you, that are not up to you, and things to be yours that are not yours" (PDF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whoever wants to be free, therefore, let him not want or avoid anything that is up to others. Otherwise, he's a slave" (PDF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Your behavior should be like the one in a banquet. Do not look for anything, but wait for it to come to you. When it does, don't keep it all to yourself. Do not go the easy way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Something is passed around and comes to you: reach out your hand politely and take some. It goes by: Do not hold it back. It has not arrived yet: do not stretch your desire towards it, but wait until it comes to you" (PDF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But if when things are set in front of you, do not take them but despise them (PDF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. When you see someone in grief, remind him: "What weighs down on this man is not what has happened to it (since it does not weigh down on someone else), but his judgment about it" (PDF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be ready to support them but do not grief for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. What happens in you life, is not up to you. But you can choose how you handle it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Remember you are an actor in a play,which is as the playwright wants it to be: short if he wants it to be short, long if it wants it to be long" (PDF).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. (I honestly don't know how to interpret this section. Any ideas, please comment.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. There can't be jealousy or envy in what is up to us. (e.g being the captain of the soccer team is not up to you, therefore there can be jealousy and envy. My opinion about this text is up to me, there can't be jealousy or envy within me.) Section nine-teen is reinforcing rules  one, eleven and fourteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can be invincible if you do not enter any contest in which victory is not up to you" (PDF). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. When a person is harmful to you, the person himself is not insulting. What's insulting is the judgment you have about what they are doing. Therefore, harm is in your own belief. (e.g if you are insulted by a homosexual, he himself is not insulting, the judgement you have about his situation is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-501063310554467927?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/501063310554467927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-from-sections-11-20.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/501063310554467927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/501063310554467927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-from-sections-11-20.html' title='Rules From Sections 11-20'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-1058229772728113761</id><published>2009-09-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:56:30.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Rules In The First Ten Sections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Differ from what is up to you and what isn't:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Our bodies are not up to us, nor are our possetions, our reputations, nor our public offices or that is, whatever is not our own doing.” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Our opinions are up to us, and our impulses, desires, aversions- in short, whatever is our own doing.” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Don't have any desire or aversion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"None of the things that are up to us which it would be good to desire, will be available to you" (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"So detach your aversion from everything not up to us, and transfer it to what is against nature among the things that are up to us" (PDF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Remember things break and people die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"If you are fond of a jug say "I am fond of a jug!" For when it is broken, you will not be upset" (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "If you kiss your child or your wife, say that you are kissing a human being; for when it dies you will not be upset" (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Remember what certain actions imply and try to keep your actions accord with nature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Oh well, I wanted not only this but also to keep my choices in accord with nature" (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Blame yourself before you blame others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"What upsets people is not things themselves but their judgements about things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"So when we are thwarted or upset or distressed, let us never blame someone else but rather ourselves" (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6.  Only be joyful about your superiority:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What you should do: My hair is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What you shouldn't do: My dog's hair is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. (Great metaphor) Set your priorities straight. Your duty goes first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"If you are given a wife and a child instead of a vegetable and a shellfish, that will not hinder you; but if the captain calls, let all those things go and run to the boat without turning back (PDF). ( Captain referring to God?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. Do not expect things to happen in a certain way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Do not seek to have events as you want them to, but instead, want them to happen as they do happen, and your life will go well" (PDF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. Illness affects your body, not your choices:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Lameness interferes with the limb, not with one's faculty of choice" (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. If you were strong enough to go through your own birth, you have the capacity of going through any situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"At each thing that happens to you, remember to turn yourself and ask what capacity you have for dealing with it" (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"And if you become used to this, you will not be carried away by appearances" (PDF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-1058229772728113761?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1058229772728113761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-rules-in-first-ten-sections.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1058229772728113761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/1058229772728113761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-rules-in-first-ten-sections.html' title='Some Rules In The First Ten Sections'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-500446148673653129</id><published>2009-09-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:26:58.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Break, People Die</title><content type='html'>Section three is pretty short, but at the same time pretty deep. It's just reminding us to know what things are. You can't expect an object to be a person, and you can't expect a person to be eternal. Make sure you know objects can break and people can die, that way, if it happens, you already expected it, so it's not that difficult. Wanting things and people to last forever is very selfish. The reason why we're sad when people die is because they are no longer in our lives. "If you kiss your child or your wife, say that you are kissing a human being; for when it dies you will not be upset" (PDF). The same happens with objects. If we manage to detach from certain desires and aversions, as section two mentioned, then when people or objects are gone, it's easier to get over it. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, one thing is saying all this, another is having to live it. I'm sure I wouldn't apply what I just wrote if I lost a valuable thing or person in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-500446148673653129?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/500446148673653129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-break-people-die.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/500446148673653129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/500446148673653129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-break-people-die.html' title='Things Break, People Die'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-2096817142474968279</id><published>2009-09-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:10:01.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Vocabulary Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new word I learned: aversion. It has showed up in several sections now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Defenition: "Having a strong dislike of, or opposition to" (Apple Dictionary). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Example from text: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Our opinions are up to us, and our impulses, desires, aversions- in short, whatever is our own doing.” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Desires and aversions show up in sections one and two. It's important to know what they mean. Aversions are something common in my life and until now I didn't know how they were called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love this text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-2096817142474968279?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2096817142474968279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-vocabulary-word.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2096817142474968279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2096817142474968279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-vocabulary-word.html' title='New Vocabulary Word'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-7783888593504117865</id><published>2009-09-17T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:02:33.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Follow?</title><content type='html'>Difference between desire and aversion:&lt;div&gt;"What a desire proposes is that you get what you desire and what an aversion proposes is that you not fall into what you are averse to" (PDF). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, when you have a desire, you want it to come true. When you have an aversion, you don't want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't get what you want, you are unfortunate. If you get what you don't want, you are misfortunate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confusing... The words tangle up. You have to be very careful to understand this concept, but it makes sense. I have the feeling that the whole t: "things that are up to you and things that aren't", will always be present. I think that's why it was in the first chapter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epictetus also mentions nature a lot. The second section talks about the natural course of things. Death and illness are aversions to us. We desire to live free from them, but they will eventually come: "So detach your aversion from everything not up to us, and transfer it to what is against nature among the things that are up to us" (PDF).  This is similar to the familiar saying: don't cry over spilled milk. You can't control the fact that the milk spilled. If you detach your aversion from the fact that it's already spilled, you can be unfortunate but not misfortunate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desires are normally just that, desires. There's no way to full-fill them. Therefore, it's better to not have have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a second. I'm lost. This goes against everything we learn in school. Am I not suppose to desire anything? Let me go back to the whole "what is up to me" thing. For example, I want good grades:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's something that's up to me and that I can control. But then it says, "none of the things that are up to us which it would be good to desire, will be available to you" (PDF). This is saying: either getting good grades is a bad desire, or it's not available. It's different from what we're taught but it's logical. If you don't look for anything, you won't be disappointed. Even though it makes sense, this idea can't survive in our world. We're taught that life's about taking opportunities and risks. The text encourages us not to follow desire but impulse. Today in ethics I was learning about &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;following impulses. This is a point in life when being critical is important. It's like deciding what news to believe, only here, I'm deciding what lesson I should apply in my life. I decide to apply this desire lesson in only the things I can't control. In other words, I decided to block aversions and only desire things that are up to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-7783888593504117865?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7783888593504117865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7783888593504117865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7783888593504117865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-follow.html' title='What To Follow?'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-8674014530954125476</id><published>2009-09-17T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:19:38.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Too Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This text is so deep, I don’t know what to write about in my blog. It seriously overwhelms me. I already did my blog for tonight but I feel like writing about the whole thing, and make charts about everything. What is said can be applied to daily life, which makes the reader feel comfortable.  It's the only text I can think about that I've enjoyed reading on Sharepoint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The way it is written is different to what we've been working on. In previous classes, we've talked about wordiness and making concise sentences. "The Handbook of Epictetus" has long sentences with powerful content. You have to read sentence by sentence, extracting as much as you can from it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's certainly a breath of fresh air to read something this deep that can apply to life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-8674014530954125476?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8674014530954125476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-too-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8674014530954125476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8674014530954125476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-too-deep.html' title='Way Too Deep'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-5482449470477629754</id><published>2009-09-17T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:33:12.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Words From Epictetus: Paying Attention To Appearances</title><content type='html'>When faced with a hard appearance, say: "You are an appearance, and not at all the thing that has appearance." (PDF). Then, follow the charts below and decide if it is up to you or not. If it isn't, say to it: "You are nothing in relation to me" (PDF).&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charts: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"  style="background- border-collapse: collapse;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Up to us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not up to us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 70.0px; background-color: #00ff00; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 70.0px; background-color: #00ffff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 70.0px; background-color: #00ff00; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“Our opinions are up to us, and our impulses, desires, aversions- in short, whatever is our own doing.” (PDF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 84.0px; background-color: #00ff00; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Impulses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 84.0px; background-color: #00ffff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Possessions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 84.0px; background-color: #00ffff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“Our bodies are not up to us, nor are our possetions, our reputations, nor our public offices or that is, whatever is not our own doing.” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 42.0px; background-color: #00ff00; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 42.0px; background-color: #00ffff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Reputation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 42.0px; background-color: #800080; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"The things that are not up to us are weak, enslaved, hindered, not our own." (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #00ff00; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Aversions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #00ffff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Public offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 21.5px; background-color: #00ff00; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Whatever we decide to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 21.5px; background-color: #00ffff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Whatever we haven’t done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 144.6px; height: 21.5px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 144.6px; height: 42.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 42.0px; background-color: #800080; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Considered weak, hindered, enslaved, not our own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 144.6px; height: 42.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"  style="background- border-collapse: collapse;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 108.6px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Examples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 112.4px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Effects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 230.7px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 70.0px; background-color: #ff0000; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;You think things naturally enslaved are for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 108.6px; height: 70.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;Forests are naturally enslaved. Cutting them to grow crops creates negative effects.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 112.4px; height: 70.0px; background-color: #ff0000; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Blame men and gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 230.7px; height: 70.0px; background-color: #ff0000; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“If you think that things naturally enslaved are for free or that things not your own are your own, you will be thwarted, misrable and upset, and will blame both gods and men. (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 28.0px; background-color: #ff0000; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;You think things that aren’t your own are your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 108.6px; height: 28.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Bee hives, for example. You suffer the concequences if you touch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 112.4px; height: 28.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 230.7px; height: 28.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 112.0px; background-color: #996633; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;You think only what’s yours is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width: 108.6px; height: 112.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;Your body, your mind. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 112.4px; height: 112.0px; background-color: #996633; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;No one will ever threaten or make it difficult for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 230.7px; height: 112.0px; background-color: #996633; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“If you think only what’s yours is yours,  and that what is not your own, is just as it is, not your own, then no one will ever coerce you, no one will ever hinder you, you will blame no one, you will not accuse anyone, you will have no enemies, and no one will harm you, because you will not be harmed at all” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 144.6px; height: 56.0px; background-color: #996633; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;You think what’s not your own isn’t your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 108.6px; height: 56.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;Animals&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 112.4px; height: 56.0px; background-color: #996633; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;You will not blame or accuse anyone, have no enemies or accuse anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 230.7px; height: 56.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 144.6px; height: 14.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 108.6px; height: 14.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 112.4px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #996633; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Receive no harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" style="width: 230.7px; height: 14.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"  style="background- border-collapse: collapse;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goals &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What will happen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 14.0px; background-color: #b0b3b2; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 112.0px; background-color: #0000ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Receive no harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 112.0px; background-color: #0000ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Not take them moderately. (Going to the extremes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 112.0px; background-color: #0000ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You will be happy and free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 112.0px; background-color: #0000ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“As you aim for such great goals, remember that you must not undertake them by acting moderately, but must let some things go completely and postpone others for the time being.” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 154.0px; background-color: #0000ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You will not blame or accuse anyone, have no enemies or accuse anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 154.0px; background-color: #0000ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Must let things happen and postpone others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 154.0px; background-color: #ff00ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You will be focused on: not receiving harm, not blaming or accusing anyone, and having no enemies that you probably won’t be able to achieve a public office and wealth, nor accomplish the other goals either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 154.0px; background-color: #ff00ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“If you want both these goals and also to hold public office and to be rich, then you may perhaps not get even the latter, because you aim and the former too; and you certainly will fail to get the former, which are the only things that yield freedom and happiness.” (PDF).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 28.0px; background-color: #0000ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;No one will ever threaten or make it difficult for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 28.0px; background-color: #ff00ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Not to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 28.0px; background-color: #ff00ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You will not be happy nor free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 28.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"  style="width: 150.8px; height: 28.0px; background-color: #ff00ff; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border- padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0pxcolor:#000000 #000000 #000000 #000000;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Prior goals+ holding public office and be rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width: 150.8px; height: 28.0px; border-style: solid; border-width: 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px 1.0px; border-color: #000000 #000000 #000000 #000000; padding: 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px 5.0px"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To write this blog I used the first section of the text. I had never read something so deep. From only seven sentences, I got all the information posted above. 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But, what does "poo-tee-weet" have to do in the end of a war book? Where does it fit in the picture? Here we go again, finding irony even in the last word of the novel. Imagine the sight: "T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he Second World War in Europe was over. Billy and the rest wandered out onto the shady street. The trees were leafing out. There was nothing going on out there, no traffic of any kind. There was only one vehicle, an abandoned wagon drawn by two horses." (PDF). And then, there's a bird saying "Poo-tee-weet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What does this "poo-tee-weet" mean? Outside of the novel, it's just a bird noise. In the story, it holds the whole point Vonnegut is trying to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After there's a war where people suffer and die, cities are destroyed, and lives are changed, birds remain the same. Having in mind the amount of irony Vonnegut uses, the poo-tee-weet is making fun of the situation. It's like the cold ice cream in the hot noodle soup. It simply isn't right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the beginning on the novel, Vonnegut says: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like 'Poo-tee-weet?'" (PDF). The question mark at the end gives the novel an inconclusive ending. It's like saying, "now what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Concluding, what Vonnegut is trying to get through, is that after war, everything changes except for birds. The "poo-tee-weet" is an ironic way of bringing joy to the quiet and sad image of war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Marker Felt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-2157708813476161518?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2157708813476161518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2157708813476161518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2157708813476161518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With This Picture?'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-2754108814929488266</id><published>2009-09-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:25:26.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Victory Bring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Great. We won the war. We only lost 80% of our soldiers, but it's okay because we won. There are families who lost their relatives, but I repeat, we won. Most of the survivors are in mental hospitals, but we came out victorious. We won. We're happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It simply doesn't work like that. War can't bring happiness.  Wars are fought to bring peace and justice. Regardless who is victorious, lives will be spared and people will suffer. How can a country be happy after a victory when it has lost so many lives? Billy is happy after the war is over: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He was happy. He was warm. There was food in the wagon, and wine-and a camera, and a stamp collection, and a stuffed owl, and a mantel clock that ran on changes of barometric pressure." (PDF). Then, the animals make him cry: "When Billy saw the condition of his means of transportation, he burst into tears. He hadn't cried about anything else in the war." (PDF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ironic, isn't it? He suffers, watches people die, is tortured, and the only thing that makes him cry, are some horses. This shows that even though he survived Dresden and came out victorious, he can't be fully happy about it. The coffin shaped wagon can represent that even tough they survived, people still died. If victory doesn't bring happiness, what does it bring? Why are wars fought, if no side will be happy in the end? They are fought because they have to be: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'It had to be done,' Rumfoord told Billy, speaking of the destruction of Dresden. 'I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;know,' said Billy. 'That's war.' 'I know. I'm not complaining.'" (PDF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We were asked before if war was ever justifiable. I've always been an anti-war person myself, so my answer would immediately be a no. But some wars have changed things for good. The French Revolution is a great example. We can say it was victorious because it helped changed our system. In other words, as we learned last year from Confucius, wars are for the good (or bad) of the whole. The outcome of a war may bring satisfaction to a whole, but to an individual who lived it, it can bring pain. I always agreed that the good of the whole is better than the good of the individual, but I've changed my mind. In war, this doesn't apply. Differences can be solved by talking and discussing. Words are stronger weapons that guns. Ideas can bring both victory and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;Great. We won the war. We didn't lose any of our people and we won. No family lost their relatives and I repeat, we won. We were all survivors and came out victorious. We won. We're happy. Can it work like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-2754108814929488266?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2754108814929488266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/great.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2754108814929488266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/2754108814929488266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/great.html' title='What Does Victory Bring?'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6831984391286180579</id><published>2009-09-15T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:06:54.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Heals All Wounds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chapter 7 is very important because it shows a change in Billy. It shows that he's aware that the war has an effect in his daily life. He remembers an event without time traveling: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Billy thought hard about the effect the quartet had had on him, and then found an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;association with an experience he had had long ago. He did not travel in time to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xperience." (PDF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Billy's focus will probably always be on war. After his experiences there, it's normal everything will remind him of Dresden. But the fact that he doesn't time travel and still remembers, suggest Billy is healing from his war experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When there's a life changing experience in your life, you usually compare everything to it. It usually appears everywhere. With my grandpa's cancer, I see articles and commercials about cancer everywhere. They were probably there before, but I didn't link them to anything. The same happens with Billy. He wouldn't have linked the Febs with war if he hadn't been in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hearing the Febs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; made "His mouth fill with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;taste of lemonade, and his face became grotesque, as though he really were being stretched on the torture engine called the rack." (PDF) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will Billy be able to live a normal life after the war? I believe that with time, he'll live without being terribly affected by the war, just as he's leaving the time traveling behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6831984391286180579?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6831984391286180579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-heals-all-wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6831984391286180579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6831984391286180579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-heals-all-wounds.html' title='Time Heals All Wounds?'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-375757878872364246</id><published>2009-09-15T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:29:17.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Knew He Was Crashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the beginning of chapter 7, Vonnegut tells us Billy knew the airplane was going to crash: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;knew he was going to crash, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself by saying so." (PDF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"He didn't want to make a fool of himself by saying so." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How crazy is that. If I knew I was going to be in an airplane crash, I would speak up. Why put my life and others in danger?  Why does Billy keep quiet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Billy gives the impression that he doesn't want to live anymore. Until now, he has shown he doesn't care about the present or future. Ironically, he's the only one who survives: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;His lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;were working, and one of the golliwogs put his ear close to them to hear what might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;be his dying words. Billy thought the golliwog had something to do with the Second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;World War, and he whispered to him his address: 'Schlachthöf-funf.' " (PDF) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Second Theory: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;BIlly simply learned death can't be taken seriously. After all, "so it goes." With death not being a big deal in life, there is no fear in riding a plane destined to crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Again, irony shows up. The person who takes death lightly and who knows the plane is going to crash, is the only one who survives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A bigger question now arises. How does Billy know the plane will crash? This makes me wonder if his time travels are really true. How else could he know there would be an accident? Pure intuition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-375757878872364246?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/375757878872364246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-knew-he-was-crashing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/375757878872364246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/375757878872364246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-knew-he-was-crashing.html' title='He Knew He Was Crashing'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-5379204619997895752</id><published>2009-09-15T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:53:00.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superior To Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Earlier this semester, we saw the episode of "The Twilight Series", "To Serve Man." On my blog, I talked about how men always think they're superior to other beings. The extraterrestrial  creatures in the episode prove them wrong. The men are confident that these creatures want to work for them when they actually want to serve them as a dish. We see a resemblance between these creatures and the Tralfamadorians in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Slaughterhouse Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In chapter five, the Tralfamadorians display Billy in a zoo, just as we do  with animals. The guide in the zoo explains his behavior just as we do with other creatures: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', fantasy; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;shaved and sprayed deodorant under his arms, while a zoo guide on a raised platform &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', fantasy; "&gt;outside explained what Billy was doing-and why." (PDF) Irony is implied showing men as inferiors in comparison to other creatures. In both Slaughterhouse Five and "To Serve a Man", they make fun of humans feeling of superiority. In "To Serve Man", they use human language against them. In this chapter, the Tralfamadorians place Billy in a zoo. The whole idea of a zoo is having the power to cage another creature. At least Billy realizes the Tralfamadorians are in a sense, superior to him: "Somebody in the zoo crowd asked him through the lecturer what the most valuable thing he had learned on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tralfamadore was so far, and Billy replied, 'How the inhabitants of a whole planet can live in peace I As you know, I am from a planet that has been engaged in senseless slaughter since the beginning of time." (PDF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now, not only can the Tralfamadorians compare to the creatures in "To Serve a Man". They are similar to the leavers. In Ishmael, we learned we (takers), have to start looking at leaver cultures as an example. The Tralfamadorians are also an example Billy recognizes he should follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's great how Vonnegut transmits this in his irony and how he can make fun of his own race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-5379204619997895752?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5379204619997895752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/superior-to-man.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5379204619997895752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5379204619997895752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/superior-to-man.html' title='Superior To Man'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-7729012825166490474</id><published>2009-09-10T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:39:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Just Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The one T.V channel I can't stand is Disney Channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Paraphrasing an excerpt on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Ishmael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, humans are stuck between two kinds. They are superior to animals but inferior to angels. At least that's what most humans think, including the creators of Disney Channel. Disney stories highlight humans as superiors. "In The Little Mermaid", Ariel wants to be human. "In The Lady and the Tramp", living with men is the best thing that could happen to a dog. In one way or the other, humans are practically worshipped. This is scary, considering we heard all these stories when we were little. It's similar to what they do in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A Brave New World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; when they brainwash kids at young age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few years ago, Disney Channel released a new series with the name "Why Me." It's about a girl who questions every bad thing that happens to her, as if someone had chosen her on purpose. I've seen this show, (not proud of it) and I can tell you the things that happen to her happen to absolutely everybody. She's a typical 10 year old girl, embarrassed of her parents and bothered by her older sister. Then of course, as almost every person in this world, she feels self pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There's an addicting webpage, fmylife.com where people post bad things that have happened to them. Under the post, you can click on two tabs. Either, "I agree your life is sucks" or, "you totally deserve it". Contradicting the show "Why Me?", this webpage shows bad things can happen to everyone. It's not like the universe conspires against you and is dedicated to make your life miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's amazing how unlucky we think we are. Why me, why me, we often ask ourselves. When Billy Pilgrim is taken by the Tralfamadorians, he asks this. They respond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold; font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There is no why." (PDF) Things happen just because. We're taught since a young age that things happen for a reason. For example, Lucy's parents might say: "You don't get cookies because you behaved badly." What if Lucy wasn't misbehaving? What if it was her sister? She'll automatically think, why me? These examples plus others shown by the media make self pity inevitable for us. We always think there's a reason why things happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-weight: bold; font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:'Times New Roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Why me? That is a very Earthling question to ask, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;simply is." (PDF)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The next time you ask yourself, why me?, just remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;there is no why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-7729012825166490474?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7729012825166490474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-just-are.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7729012825166490474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/7729012825166490474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-just-are.html' title='Things Just Are'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-5155255990332766977</id><published>2009-09-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:36:37.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;We've all had moments where we wished to escape. Either at one in the morning, stuck doing an essay, or in class, taking a test we know nothing about. We've all felt that urge of stopping time and resting for a while. It would be great to take a nap and wake up knowing nothing has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;In a way, what Billy is doing when he's unstuck in time is basically daydreaming. We've all daydreamed before.  The difference is we normally daydream of the future. Our imagination is the only one that can take us to wherever we want, whenever we want. If the present is too difficult to handle, the best solution is to fly to the future. We're not certain of what may happen, but at least we get to imagine it perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Billy does the opposite. He goes back in time. Why go to the past when the future can be whatever you want it to be? Billy Pilgrim isn't hopeful about the future. Compared to the present, the past is paradise. He has given up on everything: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Billy had a framed prayer on his office wall which expressed his method for keeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;going, even though he was unenthusiastic about living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; (PDF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yesterday my science egg broke. I was really angry at myself. I had to take care of it for 2 weeks and it didn't even last 3 days. I was determined to get a high grade. I know this isn't possible anymore. Things like this happen all the time. Getting unsatisfying grades, losing soccer games, fighting with friends are just examples. The way I manage to leave these things behind is thinking how much they weigh in my life. I think, in 10 years, will my 10th grade biology egg project have any effect? Of course it won't. This helps me understand it's not a big deal. What's done is done. Billy can't do this.  On his office, he has a frame that says: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;CHANGE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN, AND WISDOM &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman', fantasy; font-size: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;ALWAYS TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE." (PDF) After that, the narrator tells us: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Among the things Billy Pilgrim could not change were the past, the present and the future." (PDF) I understand why he can't change the past and present, but the future may vary. This shows he completely gave up. He's practically not living. He's surviving.  With no hope left in the future, all he can do is find shelter in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;
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color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 31px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 43px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On the blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"On studying history/History", David Crystal states that fashion rules over correct grammar usage: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 43px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For the past few years there's been a noticeable trend towards graphical simplicity - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;B.B.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; becoming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, and the like - and capitals have been affected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As time passes, languages change. Words are left in the past, and new words are created. This creates confusion between generations. Older generations tend to blame new ones for corrupting the language. Hearing this from our grandparents makes us jump to conclusions that aren't correct. We get surprised when we see bad words in old books, thinking people didn't curse in that time. I remember the one time I heard my grandfather say a bad word. I asked him, "grandpa, how do you know that word?" He responded, "my generation practically created it." His parents and his grandparents probably knew that word too, and he probably fell in the same mistake I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; display: block; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Since language constantly changes with time, misunderstandings always arise. This is inevitable. After all,  as David Crystal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); line-height: 43px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://david-crystal.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-childs-view-of-english.html" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; display: inline !important; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;says, "fashion always rules."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6669422645260456850?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6669422645260456850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/rene-magritte-surrealist-belgian-artist.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6669422645260456850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6669422645260456850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/rene-magritte-surrealist-belgian-artist.html' title='Rene Magritte: The Surrealist Belgian Artist'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SqUFjUp04jI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lW4EEG5kQoI/s72-c/Magritte_La_traicion_de_las_imagenes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-171039272198229976</id><published>2009-09-06T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:32:02.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife Is To Tralfamadorians</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;According to the atheist group in America, The Great Realization, 82% of Americans believe in afterlife. In last year's english course we were asked why bad things happened to good people. For some, this question is tied with believing in life after death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're probably wondering what afterlife has to do with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm not focusing on the theory itself but on why people believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believing in heaven or hell makes death easier to handle. It's the same reason why there's God. Both things bring comfort and hope. Believing in afterlife is trusting there will be a judge trial at the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Accepting the fact that bad and unfair things happen is normal. There are people that believe being good will pay off and being bad will have consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Focusing on some things we've seen in class so far, what if there was a utopia? Would the need of a God and an afterlife be necessary? I believe it wouldn't. God fills the space the system hasn't been able to fill. If people were satisfied with the justice system while they're alive, one after dying wouldn't be necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, the Tralfamadorians Billy creates in his head, are similar to our beliefs in life after death. These martian like creatures are his way to cope with the many deaths and difficult times he has experienced. Every time the story has to do with death, that sentence is followed by a: "so it goes". Billy learned this line from the Tralfamadorians: "I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes." (PDF file) Sometimes, things are so hard to handle, that we have to create a fantasy that makes reality worth living. In Billy's case, death practically hunted him down. This is no surprise, considering the fact he was a preacher in the war. Many of the people he knew died, including his father. The Tralfamadorians provided support in death. " The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral". (PDF file) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With this new way of looking at death, Billy wasn't vulnerable to it anymore. It's like believing in heaven and hell. Believing we go somewhere better after we die is a comforting statement. Billy learned the past, present and future can be combined. And that the three of them are everlasting. "It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is gone forever." (PDF file)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone has a different way of coping with things. Billy coped with death by following the Tralfamadorians' way of thinking. He created a reality different from everyone else's, and it's totally understandable.  I believe in making your own reality, but it's a very coward thing to do. If we all create our own way of getting over difficult situations, then we no longer have to strive for a better life. We just have to create a new one. But, why give up? Why wait for justice after life if we can create it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-171039272198229976?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/171039272198229976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/afterlife-is-to-tralfamadorians.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/171039272198229976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/171039272198229976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/afterlife-is-to-tralfamadorians.html' title='Afterlife Is To Tralfamadorians'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-3005729566726085703</id><published>2009-09-03T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:20:27.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The reason why we fear time, is because with it, comes change. We're scared of forgetting past memories and events. We're afraid they might happen again, or afraid they might never come back. O'Hare's wife, Mary, tells our protagonist: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You were just babies in the war-like the ones upstairs!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 'But you're not going to write it that way, are you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. You'll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you'll be played in the movies by Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we'll have a lot more of them". (Slaughter House Five) In this case, Mary is afraid the past will be disturbed. No wonder the main character can't finish his book. As time passes, not only do his memories fade, his way of looking at things changes. It's not the same to live something at one age, and to write about it in another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The past is easy to fear. Many fear death solely because they know they'll become part of the past, and in a few years, will be forgotten. Others, like me, fear what happens to the protagonist. With age, he starts forgetting important people and events in his life: "I have become an old fart with his memories and his Pall  Malls, with his sons full grown". (Slaughter House Five) Forgetting the past implies you never lived it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The problem with the present is knowing when it starts and when it ends. Sometimes, we think the past is the present, and get caught up in things that already happened. It can also go the other way around. Our future may become our present, making us live for the unreachable. The protagonist has a clear problem with living in the present. He brings up the Dresden war in several occasions. He also mentions a couple of things twice. At the beginning of chapter 1, he says, "One guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I knew really was shot in Dresden for taking a teapot that wasn't his." (Slaughter House Five) Later on, he mentions: "... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And then this one American foot soldier is arrested in the ruins for taking a teapot." (Slaughter House Five) Does the character emphasize on these particular things for any reason? Or, does he have trouble remembering what he has written and what he hasn't? It seems he's caught up in the past, and the reason is Dresden. He still thinks about the present though: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"And I asked myself about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." (Slaughter House Five)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The first chapter doesn't mention the future that much. I guess the future is so scary, we prefer to look behind us. It's easier to stick to what you know, than to adapt to new changes. The first chapter captures this perfectly with the pillar of salt example: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But she did look back, and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;love her for that, because it was so human. She was turned to a pillar of salt. So it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;goes. People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've finished my war book now." (Slaughter House Five) It looks like he's finally ready to live in the present. This books seems to be the end of his past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-3005729566726085703?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3005729566726085703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-of-time.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/3005729566726085703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/3005729566726085703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear-of-time.html' title='Fear Of Time'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-5304122610780724542</id><published>2009-09-02T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:00:50.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda Of Fahrenheit 451</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One found on the internet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-5304122610780724542?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5304122610780724542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/propaganda-of-fahrenheit-451.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5304122610780724542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5304122610780724542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/propaganda-of-fahrenheit-451.html' title='Propaganda Of Fahrenheit 451'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/Sp56aCgUtSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/R_baI7yf1uI/s72-c/Propaganda3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-628661698122652421</id><published>2009-08-25T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:24:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Lion's Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Without a doubt, the 50's brought great things. Of course, the legendary king of Rock &amp;amp; Roll, Elvis Presley is included. But, there's something I have to add to my list. That is, the Twilight Zone episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Not only was the episode "To Serve A Man" really creepy and entertaining. It was also a great example of poetic justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;In the beginning, it invited the public to "shake hands figuratively with a Christopher Columbus, from another galaxy and another time". Automatically, I made reference to history. If this creature from another world is Christopher Columbus, then that makes the men in the episode the indians. It fits perfectly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;For example, going back to the 1500's, when Hernan Cortes wanted to conquer the Aztec City, Tenochtitlan. He was viewed by Montezuma, the Aztec leader, as a God. This made him trust Cortes. Eventually, this lead to the fall of the Aztec empire.  As the old refrain says, Montezuma practically walked into the lions’ mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The same happens in the episode. One of the men asks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; "Are we to assume that there is no interior motive beyond this vast humanity you speak of?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;"The New Christopher Columbus" then responds they have no interest in them. On the contrary, they have devices men can use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;" We can show you, for example, how to add a very cheap nitrogen to the soil... We ask only that you trust us. Only that you simply trust us".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;After the men decipher the title of the book, they lose common sense completely. Just as Montezuma did, they walk into the creatures’ mouth. That being practically literal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The difference between the spanish conquering the indians and the creature getting hold of men, is that indians were misled by their lack of knowledge and their naive minds. The men in this episode were misled by their greed and sense of superiority. When the men read the title of the book (To Serve Man), they immedietly jump to a wrong conclusion. As the episode says, they go from “being the rulers of the planet, to an ingredient in someone’s soup”. The idea of being served by another creature blocked the possibility that instead of being served as kings, they could be served as food. After all, what goes around, comes around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-628661698122652421?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/628661698122652421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/into-lions-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/628661698122652421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/628661698122652421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/into-lions-mouth.html' title='Into The Lion&apos;s Mouth'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6536294958423944529</id><published>2009-08-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:26:00.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation Of Dante In Pentameter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In front/ of me/ is the /hurting /city;   A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In front/ of me/ I see/ the huge /eter/nal pain;  B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In front/ of me/ people/ who give/ pity.  A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God was /inspired/ by jus/tice, and/ not shame;  B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was/ the God/ who had/ crea/ted me;   C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The God/ did it/ for love,/ and not/ for fame.  B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Arial Narrow', fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God was inspired by justice, not shame;  B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was he who had created me;   C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He did it for love, and not for fame.  B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-8095483576492946327?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8095483576492946327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/dante-translation.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8095483576492946327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/8095483576492946327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/dante-translation.html' title='Dante Translation'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-602133608171205693</id><published>2009-08-24T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:32:45.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Dante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the webpage where I found the Digital Dante:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://dante.ilt.columbia.edu/new/comedy/index.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-602133608171205693?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/602133608171205693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/digital-dante.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/602133608171205693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/602133608171205693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/digital-dante.html' title='Digital Dante'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-4810642869955252309</id><published>2009-08-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:45:40.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SpK1jZc4UHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-iz-nYxedz0/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SpK1jZc4UHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-iz-nYxedz0/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373556925138489458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-4810642869955252309?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4810642869955252309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/justice.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4810642869955252309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4810642869955252309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWC9vjOQnOk/SpK1jZc4UHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-iz-nYxedz0/s72-c/Photo+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6230823765313496470</id><published>2009-08-22T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:33:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It IS A Butterfly</title><content type='html'>We were looking at still art images in class and came across an image by Simon Renard De Saint-André. There was a discussion whether the creature on the flower was a butterfly or a spider. Mr. Tangen was sure it was a spider&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I was sure it was a butterfly. I went home with the doubt in my head, looked it up in google and it turns out it IS a butterfly. The link might not work, but you can copy paste it to see my point.
&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/So,%20we%20were%20looking%20at%20still%20art%20images%20in%20class%20and%20came%20across%20an%20image%20by%20Simon%20Renard%20De%20Saint-Andr%C3%83%C2%A9.%20There%20was%20a%20discussion%20whether%20the%20creature%20on%20the%20flower%20was%20a%20butterfly%20or%20a%20spider.%20Mr.%20Tangen%20was%20sure%20it%20was%20a%20spider,%20I%20was%20sure%20it%20was%20a%20butterfly.%20I%20went%20home%20with%20the%20doubt%20in%20my%20head,%20looked%20it%20up%20in%20goolge%20and%20it%20turns%20out%20it%20IS%20a%20butterfly.%20The%20following%20link%20proves%20my%20statement:%20http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/r/renard/vanitas4.html"&gt;http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/r/renard/vanitas4.html&lt;/a&gt;

Looking up "still life" in Wikipedia, I came across this-
"... As for insects, the butterfly represents transformation and resurrection while the dragonfly symbolizes transience and the ant hard work and attention to the harvest.[28]"

In my opinion, the butterfly could also represent change, or short life. This looks like a monarch butterfly who's lifespan, if lucky, is of about 9 months.

If there are still any doubts, zoom in the image. The butterfly shape is very clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6230823765313496470?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6230823765313496470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-butterfly_4214.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6230823765313496470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6230823765313496470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-butterfly_4214.html' title='It IS A Butterfly'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-5458041015925590690</id><published>2009-08-20T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:09:04.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim Chat</title><content type='html'>Antonia says: Hey Emilia. &lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Emilia says: Hey Antonia. How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia says: I'm great, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: So, what are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia: The science homework. How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: I'm doing the same thing. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia says: I don't know. Doesn't Sofia have a party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: Oh yeah, I had forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia: So let's go to the movies and then we can go to the party together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: Sounds great. :) Hey did you see Eminem died? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia: No way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: Yeah, he was in a car crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anotina: Wow. I can't believe it. Are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: I think. My sister was the one that told me. Let me check on google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia: O.K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: Never mind. It looks like it was just a rumor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia: Oh, O.K. A lot of celebrities have died this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: Yeah I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antonia: Hey I have to go, my sister needs the computer. :S I'll talk to you later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emilia: O.K. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-5458041015925590690?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5458041015925590690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/aim-chat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5458041015925590690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/5458041015925590690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/aim-chat.html' title='Aim Chat'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-6821580087276333099</id><published>2009-08-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:45:06.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did this summer</title><content type='html'>this summer was actually pretty lame the first few weeks i stayed in bogota and read of course then i went to honda for the last time i used to have a house there but my grandfather decided to sell it we packed everything and left the day after it was really sad because i have a lot of childhood memories that took place there everything was chaos when we came back you couldnt even walk in my house because all the furniture from honda was there  i spent most of my time at the hospital with my grandfather there my cousin and i watched the lord of the rings movies which were actually better than i expected one day my sister my cousins and i decided to go camping for a few days it was actually fun except the part that i fell asleep reading and two hours later when my cousin woke me up for lunch i discovered i could barely move i had never been so sunburned before the next days were terrible i couldnt sleep couldnt get out of bed to walk because the pain was terrible that was only for a few days though  around that time my nephew came to stay for a few weeks and so did my aunt she brought me my laptop and ever since ive been using it for everything my brother also came to visit from spain a few weeks ago we had dinner with him the day before school started we hung out all day we had lunch and played guitar it was a great way to spen the last day of summer vacations i also went to buy shoes which was really exciting i was expecting more from these vacations i dont feel rested at all they were actually more intense than the last semseter of last year thats basically it at least i had enough time to finish the five books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-6821580087276333099?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6821580087276333099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-did-this-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6821580087276333099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/6821580087276333099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='what i did this summer'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345475760028666875.post-4177354747566995885</id><published>2009-08-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:03:39.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs Go Online Not On Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;More than 100 million blogs in eight years is crazy. If you’re either Mr. Tangen, or one of his 10th grade students that did the homework, you know what I’m talking about. If you randomly came across my Blog, you probably don’t. This is one of the points Sara Boxer makes in her writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Blogs are like inside jokes, if the joke’s with you, then you understand. If it’s not, you’re lost. Reading a blog and not knowing what it’s about, is like running in to the middle of a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Putting a bunch of blogs together to form a book? I didn’t think it was difficult, after all, you could just Google Blog search a specific topic and gather a bunch of blogs. Considering the fact I’ll be in the hospital for two more hours, I decided to give it a try. I wnt back to our old 9th grade blog page and tried to put some blogs together. I hope I don’t get in trouble for using some excerpts without permission. My attempt for putting blogs together is the one that follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Excerpts of blogs about Job:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From my blog entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wisdom In Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Job is a mixture of many things, it talks about faith, temptation, fear, anger, many values and feelings humans experience everyday. The chapter I liked the most was 28, in which the translation talked about wisdom, and where to find it. It gave great examples, which made me realize we have a lot of wisdom. We know where to get gold, how to molt brass and how to make bread. Such simple things had to be discovered at one point, and I think that as soon as they were discovered, they were considered some great invention.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Where does gold, molt brass and bread fit in with wisdom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From Maria Jose Fabre’s blog entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Infinite Loss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“At the end of Job, God speaks to Job and explains how he can not be always dependent on his people’s misery, how he must not meddle with human business and manipulate fortune. God speaks how everything has cause, not necessary his. In opposition, Elie Wiesel leaves the interpretation of God personal and purely Eliezer’s.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How is the Elie Wiesel relevant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;From Ethan Metzler’s blog entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Job’s Worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The entire predicament, the cause of Job’s wealth and prosperity as well as his loss and suffering were a result of Job’s faith. He was as close to perfect as a man can get in God’s eyes and he was well off before the Satan intervened. After the catastrophes set against Job he almost lost all trust and faith in God. His friends unsuccessfully attempted to comfort and open his eyes to the truth. Eventually Elihu was the only one who could do so. Once Job opened his eyes, he begged forgiveness, promised redemption and understood the purpose of the test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px 0px 18px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What test is he talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It’s either impossible, or really difficult to make 2 blogs or more make sense. These blogs were all about the same topic, but contain many different ideas and analysis. Assuming you were in my class last year, we all knew this topic quite well. Imagine not knowing what Job is about. You wouldn’t understand absolutely anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Another problem with mixing blogs is the fact that they are all done for different reasons. Why do people blog? As Boxer mentions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“Bloggers assume that if you're reading them, you're one of their friends, or at least in on the gossip, the joke, or the names they drop&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; min-height: 14px;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m guessing some people write blogs because they lend a friendly ear. A blog is an open space to write whatever you feel like writing about. So what if no one reads it? So what if no one understands it? At least the sensation of being heard is there. As the writer says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Now that fame and links are one and the same, there are bloggers out there who will do practically anything—start rumors, tell lies, pick fights, create fake personas, and post embarrassing videos—to get noticed and linked to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;need  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to think they're heard of. Of course, there are others who write blogs as assignments or as a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;. The reason why you write a blog affects the way you write it. For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You're putting baseball blogs together. You come across 3 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The first one is written by Tom. He's in college, studying to be a spokesman at sporting events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The second blog you find is by Lauren. She dated a baseball player once and is desperate to show people how this sport ruins relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The third one is by John, a fanatic baseball follower. His blog narrates games and talks about how incredible it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial,-webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The topic's the same, but they are completely different. Not only would you find a difference in opinions, the reason why these people wrote the blog affect the way they did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I agree with Sara Boxer when she says writing an anthology of blogs is a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;dreadful idea for a book".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Blogs must be kept online and separate from each other. Making an anthology of blogs &lt;/span&gt;would generate confusion and would take part of the essence of blogs away. After all, blogs are best when kept online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345475760028666875-4177354747566995885?l=beyondallweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4177354747566995885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogs-go-online-not-on-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4177354747566995885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345475760028666875/posts/default/4177354747566995885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondallweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogs-go-online-not-on-paper.html' title='Blogs Go Online Not On Paper'/><author><name>Laura Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14864859735644190892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
