Nighttime is a symbolism for many things. At night, obviously, the sky is black as pitch. The color black is associated with death and the occult, as in black metal. The night is also associated with obscurity, since in the dark, you cannot see anything and anything terrible could be lurking in the obscurity. This implies that Poe uses this motif to show that he has a negative outlook on life, that life is like the dark and there could be anything terrible in it.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Response 9: Motif Analysis
Egdar Allan Poe uses motifs extensively in his works. One motif that is in all works that we've read by him is the night. In The Raven, the story is taking place at midnight. In The Tell-Tale Heart, the narrator kills the old man at night. All settings in Poe's poem The Bells take place at night. This shows that nighttime is a recurring topic in Poe's works.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Response 8: Tone vs. Mood
Tone and mood, in literature, are two completely different things. In The Black Cat, Edgar Allan Poe uses tone to convey the point of the story. Based on the tone (the author's feelings in the story) that The Black Cat has, which is , we know that Poe is writing about a dark topic. In The Black Cat's case, he is saying that all of us have a beast or "fiend intemperance" inside of us. One example of a line that establishes the tone is ". . . perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart".
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Response 7: Revenge
Revenge, in my opinion, is a natural human instinct. When somebody commits something bad on you, you feel the need to get back to them so you feel like they paid the price. I believe that revenge also does NOT have to be direct, such as an instance in which someone says something degrading to you and you build yourself up to be better than what they called you while not hurting them directly.
The ideas of revenge can be brought about by many events. One widely discussed event that causes revenge is when somebody bullies you. You feel degraded by them, or in some cases, are physically hurt by the bully. Immediately feeling anger, you may begin having thoughts of verbally degrading them back or hurting them back to raise your self-esteem and to feel better.
This type of vengeance can hurt both sides equally, even though it feels good to have gotten somebody back. If the person that you performed your revenge on decides not to mess with you anymore, you feel good but leave the other party feeling bad. If the bully performs another revenge for your revenge, you might perform a revenge for their revenge. It's like a cycle if that happens; the revenges might go back and forth, hurting each other more.
The ideas of revenge can be brought about by many events. One widely discussed event that causes revenge is when somebody bullies you. You feel degraded by them, or in some cases, are physically hurt by the bully. Immediately feeling anger, you may begin having thoughts of verbally degrading them back or hurting them back to raise your self-esteem and to feel better.
This type of vengeance can hurt both sides equally, even though it feels good to have gotten somebody back. If the person that you performed your revenge on decides not to mess with you anymore, you feel good but leave the other party feeling bad. If the bully performs another revenge for your revenge, you might perform a revenge for their revenge. It's like a cycle if that happens; the revenges might go back and forth, hurting each other more.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Response 6: Irony Analysis
The slasher film Psycho used every film technique to intensify the viewing experience. Alfred Hitchcock, the film's director, especially used irony to manipulate the audience. One example of irony that Hitchcock used in this film is how we know what happened to Marion Crane after she went missing. We know that she was murdered in the shower at the Bates Motel and was thrown in the pond. We know where the $40,000 dollars she stole went. This type of irony is dramatic irony, or the irony that we the audience knows something that the character in the movie or story doesn't know.
Hitchcock's use of dramatic irony affected the audience pretty well. The audience knows the whereabouts of Marion Crane and what goes on at the Bates Motel. Since the audience knows that, when a character goes to the Bates Motel, the audience immediately becomes worried or predicts that something bad is going to happen to that character. They expect something to happen to them in every corner of the motel. The audience begins to become aware of everything at the hotel, like every door has the killer behind it.
Hitchcock's use of dramatic irony affected the audience pretty well. The audience knows the whereabouts of Marion Crane and what goes on at the Bates Motel. Since the audience knows that, when a character goes to the Bates Motel, the audience immediately becomes worried or predicts that something bad is going to happen to that character. They expect something to happen to them in every corner of the motel. The audience begins to become aware of everything at the hotel, like every door has the killer behind it.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Response #5: Film/(story?) Analysis
***I rarely ever watch horror films (I've probably only seen three) but when I do they normally turn out to be not scary, so I'm writing about a story I read
The scariest story I have read is probably a creepypasta (internet horror story) called "Squidward's Suicide." This story strikes to me as interesting because there are no jump-scares and there are a little bit of elements that go into normal horror films. "Squidward's Suicide" tells of an unreleased Spongebob Squarepants tape that has a lot of subliminal and dark messages within. The story is written in unflinching realism, like this can actually happen (I actually thought it was real at first!). The fact that it was written in the first person point of view makes it a lot more intimate, like the author is actually telling you what happened. The suspense the author put into this story is like a hook, it grabs you and makes you want to know more about the messed up intentions of the maker of the tape. The author also describes some scenes in a very gory way, like in one part where embedded in the tape there are single frames that contain pictures of dead children. He describes one of the children as being "mangled and bloodied, one eye dangling over his upturned face, popped. He was naked down to his underwear, his stomach crudely cut open and his entrails laying beside him. He was laying on some pavement that was probably a road." The title of this story comes from the "unreleased" episode itself, which shows one of the characters, Squidward, as being fed up with all the hate for his clarinet playing and decides to commit suicide. Squidward then"puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, and he flies back with the force. The last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bed, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it." The imagery in this story is the main part that makes it scary. The author also describes the reactions of his colleagues watching the film in the Nickelodeon Studios as vomiting and having horrible nightmares. This story surely did make me feel scared.
The scariest story I have read is probably a creepypasta (internet horror story) called "Squidward's Suicide." This story strikes to me as interesting because there are no jump-scares and there are a little bit of elements that go into normal horror films. "Squidward's Suicide" tells of an unreleased Spongebob Squarepants tape that has a lot of subliminal and dark messages within. The story is written in unflinching realism, like this can actually happen (I actually thought it was real at first!). The fact that it was written in the first person point of view makes it a lot more intimate, like the author is actually telling you what happened. The suspense the author put into this story is like a hook, it grabs you and makes you want to know more about the messed up intentions of the maker of the tape. The author also describes some scenes in a very gory way, like in one part where embedded in the tape there are single frames that contain pictures of dead children. He describes one of the children as being "mangled and bloodied, one eye dangling over his upturned face, popped. He was naked down to his underwear, his stomach crudely cut open and his entrails laying beside him. He was laying on some pavement that was probably a road." The title of this story comes from the "unreleased" episode itself, which shows one of the characters, Squidward, as being fed up with all the hate for his clarinet playing and decides to commit suicide. Squidward then"puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, and he flies back with the force. The last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bed, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it." The imagery in this story is the main part that makes it scary. The author also describes the reactions of his colleagues watching the film in the Nickelodeon Studios as vomiting and having horrible nightmares. This story surely did make me feel scared.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
$1,000,000
The mountain's long shadows grew shorter and shorter each minute. The sulfuric, rank stench of the sea and the arid desert wind made their lips and eyes bone dry. They couldn't wait to get to the cool comfort of home.
Alex and his wife were on a leisurely hike at the Salton Sea on a warm and sunny June weekend to get away from their annoying children.
"You see that?" Alex's wife Mary asked, pointing at a peculiar brown boxy object protruding from the desert ground.
"Yeah, what is that?" contested Alex.
"I don't know, might be a mirage of some sorts. Want to go check it out and see what it is?"
"Sure, doesn't seem too far from where we're at." The couple walked through the tumbleweeds and the thick desert air and found a damaged road leading to the object. They looked around for a dust cloud thrown up by a passing car but nothing was to be found.
"It's abandoned, honey," Mary said nervously.
"Well, this is Salton City, what did you expect?" After what felt like miles in the beating sun, the couple neared and neared to the object. Their visual clarity finally revealed a brown Toyota Sienna minivan rolled over on the side of the road. There was glass everywhere. The front of the van was blackened by flames.
"Honey, go check if there's anybody inside," said Mary, trembling. Mary noticed that their van was the same model and same color and thought that was peculiar.
"Okay." Alex went to check the inside of the car, but nobody was there. What Alex noticed was the grisly and gruesome sight of blood on the seats and some brain matter on the mangled dashboard.
He looked around the vicinity of the car to see if the bodies were thrown out of the car. None.
"Honey, are there any bodies?"
"There are none, but there is blood."
"Oh crap," replied Mary.
"I don't know why they didn't clean up the car but they took the bodies." Alex checked the area once more to double check if there were still bodies. He still found none, but found a briefcase a few feet away from the car. He opened the case to see if there was any clues for the identification of the victims, but there was money instead of documents. The moment he touched the delicate cotton bills he felt the strangest feeling; he could not pinpoint whether it was happiness or anxiety. "Hey, I think we just won the jackpot!" He sat down on the side of the road being careful not to sit down on any shards and counted the dollars that were inside the case. "There are a million dollars in this case, honey! Come look! No bullcrap!"
Mary came to Alex for confirmation that the money was legit. "I think we just did," Mary said happily, hugging Alex. They didn't seem to care about the origins of this money and where the bodies were at this point. "We need to take this home before we lose it."
When Mary and Alex arrived home after a couple of hours, they noticed something different, but didn't know what it was. Was it the atmosphere? Was it how the house looked? No, it could not be. The house was the same. The couple soon brushed it off, saying it was a form of homesickness.
"How's the dinner, kids?" asked Mary.
"It was fine," the kids replied.
"Fine? How is it just fine, I put a lot of time into making good food for you guys and you say it's just 'fine.'" Mary mumbled, "ugh, kids."
Alex and his wife were on a leisurely hike at the Salton Sea on a warm and sunny June weekend to get away from their annoying children.
"You see that?" Alex's wife Mary asked, pointing at a peculiar brown boxy object protruding from the desert ground.
"Yeah, what is that?" contested Alex.
"I don't know, might be a mirage of some sorts. Want to go check it out and see what it is?"
"Sure, doesn't seem too far from where we're at." The couple walked through the tumbleweeds and the thick desert air and found a damaged road leading to the object. They looked around for a dust cloud thrown up by a passing car but nothing was to be found.
"It's abandoned, honey," Mary said nervously.
"Well, this is Salton City, what did you expect?" After what felt like miles in the beating sun, the couple neared and neared to the object. Their visual clarity finally revealed a brown Toyota Sienna minivan rolled over on the side of the road. There was glass everywhere. The front of the van was blackened by flames.
"Honey, go check if there's anybody inside," said Mary, trembling. Mary noticed that their van was the same model and same color and thought that was peculiar.
"Okay." Alex went to check the inside of the car, but nobody was there. What Alex noticed was the grisly and gruesome sight of blood on the seats and some brain matter on the mangled dashboard.
He looked around the vicinity of the car to see if the bodies were thrown out of the car. None.
"Honey, are there any bodies?"
"There are none, but there is blood."
"Oh crap," replied Mary.
"I don't know why they didn't clean up the car but they took the bodies." Alex checked the area once more to double check if there were still bodies. He still found none, but found a briefcase a few feet away from the car. He opened the case to see if there was any clues for the identification of the victims, but there was money instead of documents. The moment he touched the delicate cotton bills he felt the strangest feeling; he could not pinpoint whether it was happiness or anxiety. "Hey, I think we just won the jackpot!" He sat down on the side of the road being careful not to sit down on any shards and counted the dollars that were inside the case. "There are a million dollars in this case, honey! Come look! No bullcrap!"
Mary came to Alex for confirmation that the money was legit. "I think we just did," Mary said happily, hugging Alex. They didn't seem to care about the origins of this money and where the bodies were at this point. "We need to take this home before we lose it."
When Mary and Alex arrived home after a couple of hours, they noticed something different, but didn't know what it was. Was it the atmosphere? Was it how the house looked? No, it could not be. The house was the same. The couple soon brushed it off, saying it was a form of homesickness.
"How's the dinner, kids?" asked Mary.
"It was fine," the kids replied.
"Fine? How is it just fine, I put a lot of time into making good food for you guys and you say it's just 'fine.'" Mary mumbled, "ugh, kids."
"Mom, you should be able to make really good food with that money."
"We're gonna buy a new car with that money, not food for you kids!"
After a long period of silence, the lights shut off and the TV turned on to static for some reason. The children and Mary screamed while Alex just was nervous.
"Okay. This is strange," Mary said, scared out of her mind. The TV switched to an odd channel for a second.
"You will die," a strange man with a suit on the TV said. Alex saw the room in which the man was sitting in as dark and storage-like, with spiderwebs and dim lighting. It returned to static.
"What the hell?" Alex yelled out. The kids held on to their parents. "This is just a strange coincidence," Alex repeated to himself a couple of times.
"The kids can sleep with us tonight," Mary said, regretting her distaste for the children.
"Okay," Alex contested.
The night after, the children returned to their bedrooms and Alex and Mary once again slept together by themselves. They said their goodnights and returned to sleep.
"You will die," a strange man with a suit on the TV said. Alex saw the room in which the man was sitting in as dark and storage-like, with spiderwebs and dim lighting. It returned to static.
"What the hell?" Alex yelled out. The kids held on to their parents. "This is just a strange coincidence," Alex repeated to himself a couple of times.
"The kids can sleep with us tonight," Mary said, regretting her distaste for the children.
"Okay," Alex contested.
The night after, the children returned to their bedrooms and Alex and Mary once again slept together by themselves. They said their goodnights and returned to sleep.
A couple of hours into their sleep Alex woke up to a knocking sound in the hallway. He walked to see if it was a sound emanating from the toilet or the shower. As soon as he flipped on the lights, he saw a glimpse of a man with a suit, and he remembered that he had no face. The man disappeared a millisecond after it went dark.
"Oh sh-!" Alex yelled in the midnight darkness after he shut off the lights. He ran back to bed and curled up by his wife, cursing whatever it was. "This man," whispered Alex panting, "This man was inside the house. He looked like the guy on the television yesterday. God, help us." The both could not go to sleep, but the children slept soundly.
The morning after, tired from the lack of sleep, Mary made breakfast for the children.
"Time for breakfast!" Mary exclaimed into the morning atrium. Alex was at the table with Mary, who was waiting for the children. He tried to piece the things together. "Let's pay off this house and get out of here, honey, with that million dollars we got at Salton City. Go on vacation, doesn't that sound nice? A cruise in the Bahamas, leave the children with their Uncle Walter."
"I don't know, something's telling me that the million dollars are cursing us. It must be, the crazy things happening in our house. I really want to get out of here, and quick!"
"We'll get the paperwork done soon, and we'll get out of here A-S-A-P because this crap is scaring the hell outta us!"
Suddenly the couple heard a loud noise coming from the ceiling.
"Must be the kids waking up." They waited a couple of minutes for the children. No one came.
"Come down here this instant!" Mary screamed once again, "I'm going to check what they're doing. They're getting on my nerves!"
Mary ran upstairs and found a thin, metallic object protruding from the door. Mary walked closer and it was a bloodied knife, with a note stuck between the door and the knife. It read: "Retu n the m ney to its o igin l sp t or d e." Mary could not make out some letters because of the blood obscuring them.
"Open the door! This must be some horrible joke! Open the door now!"
No one replied.
"Open it now!" Mary's voice became louder gradually like a crescendo. Mary attempted to open the door by punching it, but that did not work. She then walked back a couple of feet back in the hallway and rammed herself against the door, which then fell down. Mary discovered both their children's bodies hanging from a rope tied to the ceiling fan. There were deep gashes on their bodies and they obviously appeared dead. There was blood splattered everywhere: on the walls, on the floor, on the computers.
Mary stood for five seconds, shocked, traumatized, and then let out a screech the whole world heard, "Nooooooooooooooo!"
Alex abandoned his food to run upstairs to investigate the commotion. "What's going on?" he asked, and then saw the blood, "Son of a-." His expletive was cut off by another scream his wife let out.
"We must return the money this instant!" cried Mary, sobbing.
"I need to call 9-1-1 first."
The next night, after tons of interrogation by officials and the newspeople, the couple got in their brown Toyota minivan with the million dollars and found the location on GPS. They drove as quick as possible, dodging traffic under the moonlight, although they knew that it would take a couple of hours to reach there.
When they were close to arriving, they were speeding when suddenly it became daylight. A man with a suit and no face appeared in front of the car and Alex swerved to the right. Their car flipped over and burst into flames, the couple's heads were crushed to the dashboard of the car. They were all bloodied, surely dead when the car came to a rest. The briefcase flew a couple of feet from the minivan, making the same scene they had seen earlier. The man walked to the flaming car, and let out a sinister laugh.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Response #3: Characterization
In the three short stories we read in class, Payasa, La Güera, and Marin, all the authors write about similar characters. In La Güera, we find an innocent girl who wants to be a chola, the titular character of Payasa is the addict, and the titular character of Marin is the prostitute. All characters present archetypes of the Hispanic gangster girl because of the behavior, looks, and feelings.
In La Güera, she reinforces the archetypes, but only to some extent. She is in seventh grade, but she already resin forces the archetypes because she teases her hair, puts on a lot of makeup, as with Payasa. Progressively in the story she steals bigger and more valuable items, typical gangster. Payasa in the story, as stated above, does drugs heavily. She has similar physical characteristics to La Guera, but the makeup is a bit different as Payasa's resembles a raccoon. Her motivation for drug use is most likely her surroundings, because she comes from a rough neighborhood where drug use is prevalent. Lastly we have Marin, who is described as being a prostitute. She waits under a streetlight for someone to take her and dreams of working downtown. She weirs short skirts, unlike the other characters. Those are the characteristics of the characters we read.
In my opinion, these characters are archetypes of the gangster girl. They are not unique for they have similar characteristics of being rebellious and do things that may harm them. Prostitution, stealing, and drug use for instance, which the characters use. These are how the characters Payasa, Marin, and La Guera are archetypical.
In La Güera, she reinforces the archetypes, but only to some extent. She is in seventh grade, but she already resin forces the archetypes because she teases her hair, puts on a lot of makeup, as with Payasa. Progressively in the story she steals bigger and more valuable items, typical gangster. Payasa in the story, as stated above, does drugs heavily. She has similar physical characteristics to La Guera, but the makeup is a bit different as Payasa's resembles a raccoon. Her motivation for drug use is most likely her surroundings, because she comes from a rough neighborhood where drug use is prevalent. Lastly we have Marin, who is described as being a prostitute. She waits under a streetlight for someone to take her and dreams of working downtown. She weirs short skirts, unlike the other characters. Those are the characteristics of the characters we read.
In my opinion, these characters are archetypes of the gangster girl. They are not unique for they have similar characteristics of being rebellious and do things that may harm them. Prostitution, stealing, and drug use for instance, which the characters use. These are how the characters Payasa, Marin, and La Guera are archetypical.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Alma
Snow fell down like confetti all over Oslo, Norway, covering almost every single inch of pavement. Alma was a little girl, about 5 years of age, wearing a vest, long sleeves and a beanie to protect herself from the harsh Norwegian weather. Alma was walking to buy groceries and instead of using the usual route, she chose a shortcut she'd never used but had heard about: an alley. This alleyway was grayscale and considerably shady, narrow in width. Alma's friend told her about this route after she and her friend were racing each other to see which route was the fastest. Alma waited at the other end of the alleyway but her friend never came out. She hadn't seen her friend in months. Maybe she had to go home, Alma thought, Maybe she moved away without prior notice.
After walking down the alleyway for some time, she suddenly stumbled upon a wall, scrawled with names, seemingly written by children. She thought maybe it was cool to write names on that wall, so she did write her name on that wall. Detracting her chalky hands from the cold wall, she turned around to go about her business, with groceries being one of two things on her mind, the other being the names. Suddenly after turning around, she saw a facade with a large oblong window. Right there in the middle of the window, she noticed a doll, wearing clothes for the cold. Alma walked closer to investigate what the deal was. Maybe this doll store had a good deal for dolls.
Wait, it is wearing my clothes!, she thought. As she walked closer and closer, the angle of her view caused the fog to cover the doll. She wiped the fog away, only to find that the doll was gone. She decided to investigate even further, thinking that it wouldn't take that long. Now she had several things in mind: The names, why the doll was wearing her clothes, and where the doll went. Groceries was now the last on the list of her mental priorities.
She attempted to piece everything together but could only think it was a little game a kid was maybe playing. Wanting to find who's doing it, she walked into the dark and vacant store with a grin on her face. Then suddenly, the doll was on the table! She looked around the store to try and find who is doing it, but that was to no avail. Looking back up at the doll, she found that it was now on the shelf, lying among all the other dolls.
"Wherever you are I will find you!" shouted Alma into the empty store. Like a game of tag, Alma ran and climbed the shelves to try and get the doll, but this time the doll wasn't moving. Maybe after she got the doll the culprit would reveal themselves. Her hand inched closer and closer to the doll, and Alma's regrets were nowhere to be found. Closer and closer her hand went. Now it was millimeters away. Touch.
After a period of darkness, Alma opened her eyes. She tried to move, but her body was still. Everything she saw was through a fisheye view. Alma looked around the abandoned store and then found that she was the doll. Her soul, her mind was trapped in the jail cell that was the doll. Another doll appeared behind the window, this time around wearing red and having brown hair. The store and wall are waiting for their next victim.
Wait, it is wearing my clothes!, she thought. As she walked closer and closer, the angle of her view caused the fog to cover the doll. She wiped the fog away, only to find that the doll was gone. She decided to investigate even further, thinking that it wouldn't take that long. Now she had several things in mind: The names, why the doll was wearing her clothes, and where the doll went. Groceries was now the last on the list of her mental priorities.
She attempted to piece everything together but could only think it was a little game a kid was maybe playing. Wanting to find who's doing it, she walked into the dark and vacant store with a grin on her face. Then suddenly, the doll was on the table! She looked around the store to try and find who is doing it, but that was to no avail. Looking back up at the doll, she found that it was now on the shelf, lying among all the other dolls.
"Wherever you are I will find you!" shouted Alma into the empty store. Like a game of tag, Alma ran and climbed the shelves to try and get the doll, but this time the doll wasn't moving. Maybe after she got the doll the culprit would reveal themselves. Her hand inched closer and closer to the doll, and Alma's regrets were nowhere to be found. Closer and closer her hand went. Now it was millimeters away. Touch.
After a period of darkness, Alma opened her eyes. She tried to move, but her body was still. Everything she saw was through a fisheye view. Alma looked around the abandoned store and then found that she was the doll. Her soul, her mind was trapped in the jail cell that was the doll. Another doll appeared behind the window, this time around wearing red and having brown hair. The store and wall are waiting for their next victim.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
My Lincoln Pledge
Lincoln is our school. It is our school, but sometimes the perpetuated stereotypes of Lincoln make a handful of us feel ashamed that it is our school. This school has been in hot water many times, and it was us, the students, who helped the school out. If we can push our school away from stereotypes just like we did with budget cuts and teacher layoffs, we can keep Lincoln alive.
Here are the stereotypes about our school: Lincoln students are dumb. Students at Lincoln do not care about education. It is a rough school. I've told people that I was going to Lincoln, and most of them were like, "You sure you want to go to that school?" I told them I wanted to succeed. But the stereotypes are just not true. These are the kinds of stereotypes that drive support away from Lincoln. There are kids that want good, high quality education, but without support that would be impossible. And support comes from good reputation.
That's why I pledge to be a good student, get a 4.0 GPA, always arrive on time, participate in school activities, and go to college. Long story short, I pledge to succeed. I pledge to succeed to become one of the students that will prove the stereotypes wrong, and if we all can do that, we can give Lincoln a new reputation.
Here are the stereotypes about our school: Lincoln students are dumb. Students at Lincoln do not care about education. It is a rough school. I've told people that I was going to Lincoln, and most of them were like, "You sure you want to go to that school?" I told them I wanted to succeed. But the stereotypes are just not true. These are the kinds of stereotypes that drive support away from Lincoln. There are kids that want good, high quality education, but without support that would be impossible. And support comes from good reputation.
That's why I pledge to be a good student, get a 4.0 GPA, always arrive on time, participate in school activities, and go to college. Long story short, I pledge to succeed. I pledge to succeed to become one of the students that will prove the stereotypes wrong, and if we all can do that, we can give Lincoln a new reputation.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
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