Accidental Metaphors (11AP)
Monday, May 11, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Nacirema
So if you read about the Nacirema, and come away with the realization that Americans aren't as smart as you used to think, you're missing the point. The point is that whatever conclusion you come to about Americans, you reached it because of who you are and where you're at in your life, not because you are correct. Everyone's opinions vary, and nobody is special enough to be more correct than everyone else. Respect other peoples opinions, because your opinions are just as invalid as theirs are.
Allow me to play you out...
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Book vs movie
Monday, March 9, 2015
Internal conflict
Throughout the book, most of the problems the characters face take place only in their heads. Clarissa struggles with the idea of growing old. Septimus is haunted by his PTSD. The book deals almost exclusively in internal conflict, and the ending of the book is a commentary on the nature of these internal conflicts. The power that time holds over characters is touched on several times. Clarissa feels that time is wearing away at her and she is constantly aware of the imminence of her own death. However this changes in the last few pages of the book. When Clarissa is glad to hear Septimus has died, she has finally become comfortable with the idea of death. Clarissa observes the poetic beauty of no longer "feeling the heat of the sun" (92.) The way this inner is conflict resolved says something unique about the nature of internal conflict. Charissa's struggle with death is solved suddenly, seemingly randomly, at the very end of the book. This shows that there was nothing holding her back but her own mindset. The resolution didn't need to be built up to or foreshadowed, because this type of problem can be solved in the blink of an eye. Internal conflicts are completely subjective, they exist only because we believe they exist and as soon as we change our thinking process they can vanish completely. It's true, the passing of time is slowly killing us all, but such a thing can only be true if you choose to believe it.
Allow me to play you out...