October 19, 2004

Scandalous little girl

Ok, this is a week later than i wanted it to be, but deal with it, im a busy girl, this was production week you know! :)

So, last weekend, October 8-10, i made my first trip ever on the turnpike, and boy what a trip it was. I drove to Ohio to visit some friends, and to check out Halloweekends, the spooky, Halloween themed, monster altered version of Cedar Point. I won't bore you with all of the details, but ill skip straight to the shady part. At Cedar Point, we have what are called ride prides. Ride prides are groups of teenagers that come from various locations with sports teams of colleges. They are paid to work for an entire weekend at various places in the park. Ride prides are gone after one weekend, they are there, then they are gone. For this reason, they can only work certain positions on certain rides and are not trained all that well. They are pretty much put there, told what they need to know, and left alone. Saturday morning when i drove into the park, lo and behold, a ride pride was working the traffic booth, you know, the one where people pay for parking. Lets just say that parking went up to nine dollars and me and the people i was with didn't feel like paying it. Knowing very well ride prides aren't trained thoroughly, we told the poor boy we were processing out. Processing out: leaving Cedar Point at the end of our contract, we should have had termination papers or something, he should have asked to see them. He didn't, we weren't actually processing out, and i didn't have to waste nine dollars on parking. (Don't try this one, there usually aren't ride prides at these booths.) Next, we headed to the back of the park where we met up with some old friends. The one girl i was with used to work on Gemini, DJ, the team leader of Gemini, knew me because i used to work with him before he got moved to that ride. He sees us on the midway, comes down and says: "Come up here, ill put you girls on." He escorts us up the back stairs (employees only) and up behind the control booth. He then proceeds to place us into the next train, no waiting in line involved. After our free ride on Gemini, we headed over to Millenium Force, where we proceeded to march up the exit, ride agains in hand. (FYI, the head honchos give out ride agains when a ride breaks down, and people stand in line for a billion hours, we got them off a friend, employees aren't supposed to use them, but technically, none of us using them are currently employed there. SCORE for loopholes). So anywho, we get placed on the Force, right from the exit, no waiting in line for us. After that, we proceeded to head over to Top Thrill Dragster, where we got parent swapped up the exit, once again no waiting in line for us. (FYI #2-Parent Swap-One parent goes to our entrance, gets a purple slip, waits in line, rides the ride, gives the purple slip to one of our unload employees, exits, takes their young children, and then sends their spouse, older child, or whomever was watching the younger children up the exit. The person, along with one other who fits our ride requirements are then placed on the next train, no wait.) I was Smithy, and my friends were Christian. We handed our parent swaps to the unload person, walked down the exit, walked back up and gave our last names, were given back our swaps, and rode the ride. (We later walked up the exit again, we had given the glorious purple slips back when we got off, entitling us to another ride.) We then proceeded to head towards Raptor, and later on, Magnum, which we proceeded to walk up freeway with, telling the ride pride working our freeway stamps had washed off. It was a day of scandalousness, and i found it hard to believe i could be so shady, but hey, i worked my ass off all summer, i deserved some recognition, and plus, i know a hell of a lot of people that work there, thus giving me extra priveleges as well. My scandalousness continued Sunday night, at the Incubus concert, where my friend and i didn't even go to our original seats. As soon as the lights went down, we ran to the front. People came, so we moved back a row, people came again so we went back up top and waited till the lights went down again and ran back down front, where we remained for the rest of the entire concert. It was amazing. But, now that that is out of my system, ive returned to perfect, little angel mode. Even an angel has to break out sometimes. :)

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October 11, 2004

A Collaboration of Kaleidoscope Patterns

Amanda, dear friend of mine, said that she refuses to search through people's archives for entries. For her, and other reasons too, here they are, my 2004 Lit entries, and then some.

*As is usually the occurence, I had an opinion of The Scarlet Letter that was completely backwards and different than everyone else's. When i presented my opinion in class, I was immediately shot down by claims and opinions from others.

*My brief, but once again odd, views of The Raven brought about slight discussion on my site, which included agreement and some ideas to help me out and get me considering other's opinions, Renee mentions despite a comparitive blog entry from Katie, she still has no desire to read The Raven

*I asked the important question of whether Bartelby was a rebel, first of all, and more importantly, was he a rebel with or without a cause? How exactly was Melville trying to portray Bartelby the Scrivener? I focused merely on Bartelby himself, but some others, such as Amanda and Renee, commented positively and negatively, respectively, on the text itself.

*My poor brain, as did Amandas, has its eras, classes and philosphers confused. Much of what Emerson said, i could relate to Clifford, whom we discussed in my philosophy class. I enjoyed the readings of Emerson, and happened to agree with them, while i thought the readings of Thoreau were rather boring.

*I am a rather odd character, or so i have been told, and this time, i played one. Kelly Smogor and I presented Angel of the Odd by Edgar Allen Poe as our requirement for the Retro Lit Cover Slam . I, in all my weirdness, was the Angel of the Odd. The Cover Slam was definitely a relief from alot of stress most of us students had been undergoing. While worth a grade, it was a simple presentation, with mild preparation, and it was fun too.

*In our first look at Ambrose Bierce, we were completely taken aback by the ending of An Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge. To me, i think the word Occurence had a double meaning. Not only was it talking about the hanging itself, but i believe it stood for the main characters death as well.

**They like me, they really like me!!**

* In this such blog, my small comment on Amanda's Poe entry, sparked a slight discussion between her, Renee and i on my blog.

*I had started to state my opinion of The Scarlet Letter in class, however, Gina disagreed with me and i didn't really get to finish speaking, however, i blogged the remainder of my opinion on the hot topic of exactly how much Pearl should be informed. My entry stemmed a lengthy comment from Gina, and then Erin, and i responded with a lengthy comment geared towards both of them.

*Amanda blogged about Emerson and Thoreau and how they were reminding her of other classes, and eras, and i followed suit by comparing Emerson to Clifford, a philosopher i had studied in my Philosophy class.

**It's a Wild One!!**

*Most know i worked at Cedar Point this summer, and one of my favorite entries is one that i wrote pertaining to my wonderful summer job. Noone has really commented on it, but then again, by now, its in my archives, and most people don't dig through archives. This entry just reminds me of how hilarious Cedar Point is, and how sometimes there are double standards. Why exactly can you take your house on some rides, and you can't take glasses on another? The world may never know.

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An occurence...Double meaning?

"An Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge" by Ambrose Bierce, had an ending that really sent people into shock. After reading it again to refresh my memory, i noticed some things that i would like to mention.

First of all, im not sure whether i mentioned this in class or not, but i do think is foreshadowed where the Peyton, the main character, dies. Often, if someone dies and comes back to life, the awaken from the dead. The key word here being awaken.

"As Peyton Farquhar fell straight downward through the bridge, he lost consciousness and was as one alreaady dead. From this state, he was awakened--ages later, it seemed to him--by the pain of a sharp pressure upon his throat, followed by a sense of suffocation."

This passage from the story is what i claim to be foreshadowing. It says that he was already dead pretty much, and then he is "awakened".

"At last he found a road which led him in what he knew to be the right direction. It was as wide and straight as a city street, yet it seemed untraveled. No fields bordered it, no dwelling anywhere. Not so much as the barking of a dog suggested human habitation. The black bodies of the trees formed a straight wall on both sides, terminating on the horizon in a point, like a diagram in a lesson in perspective. Overhead, as he looked up through this rift in the wood, shone great golden stars looking unfamiliar and grouped in strange constellations. He was sure they were arranged in some order which had a secret and malign significance...He could no longer feel the roadway beneath his feet...Doubtless, despite his suffering he had fallen asleep while walking...As he pushes open the gate and passes up the wide white walk, he sees a flutter of female garments; his wife, looking fresh and cool and sweet, steps down from the veranda to meet him."

These passages, all towards the end of the story, are describing what i think is Heaven. A nice giant road, untravled and unrecognizable, leading him to what he thinks is his house, where it is mentioned that the walk is white, and his wife has "fluttering" garments, which reminds me of flowing gowns, and i get a picture of the kind angels wear. I think he has died, and awakens in Heaven, only to dream going back to his wife, but its all in his place in Heaven and once he gets to see her one last time, he dies completely and is at rest.

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Once upon an "Angel ov te odd"

When i first found out we had to do presentations on a Dickinson or Poe work, I was a little worried as to what i was going to do.

I was sitting there contemplating, not sure what exactly i was going to do, i am not familiar with alot of Dickinson and Poe works, and being that i wanted to do something that noone else was doing, i was a tad bit unsure what to choose. Suddenly, the idea came to my mind how much fun it would be to argue. As most know, im extremely opinionated and not shy about admitting it. I thought this was a wonderful idea, and was debating about doing it myself or trying to find a partner, as i contemplated this decision, i looked up, and for some reason, Kelly Smogor caught my eye. Kelly, i immediately thought, Kelly will do it, and sure enough, when i approached her after class she agreed that i had a good idea, and said she would be glad to join me, it sounded like fun. I pretty much had her looking up the work, she had a giant book of Poe, and we decided to forgo anything Dickinso because all her works were nice and sweet and we determined Poe would have a text where the characters argued. We came up with "The Angel of the Odd: An Extravaganza."
We decided to try and perform the entire argument, up until the point where the Angel leaves. This was a rather long segment, and in trying to get through it all in six to eight minutes, we were rushing a tad. That, in fact, was our biggest complaint.
"Rushing, slow down." "Reading like lightning, zoom, the words are gone." I'd like you to start...."slowing down..."

We got good comments on the physical aspect. Most of them said good visual movements, and nice facial expressions, one, wanted me to look at the audience more though. Kelly and i both feared someone would mention the fact that we were performing it like a play. I, for some odd reason, wanted to perform it like so, Kelly however, was sure someone would mention it if we did, and controversy would arise, because she is a theatre major and so on and so on. However, i thought we did prettry good at keeping our performance in tact, and not trying to present it like we were competing for an Academy Award. We only had one such comment which i was afraid of. "Try performing it less like theatre.
Some people also said the couldn't understand us, however, i am wondering could this be because i have a bunch of random words here that sound like another language that i am trying to prounounce? Hmm....lets wonder.........
All in all though, our performance went well, and i was pleased with it. If i had to do it over, the biggest thing i would do is to pick a smaller piece, one that is almost too small so we would be forced to stretch it out by reading slow, and i would attempt to look at the audience more.

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Philosophy, Lit, and Emerson: Oh my!!

To me, Thoreau was not interesting at all, Emerson however, said some things that sounded familiar to me, and that i possibly agreed with.

Amanda mentioned in an entry about Emerson how she thought he related to some of the philosophers being studied in our philosophy class. Emerson mentions that:

"What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude."

Which, to me, he is saying exactly what i think as well. We all, as individuals, must take pride in teh fact that we ARE individual, embrace it, and expand upon it rather than following the crowd. One must not be afraid to make mistakes, to expand upon what they hear, to indulge themselves in a small, unexplained tidbit. By following society, one is just another part of society. A number, rather than a name. As Emerson states, if one individualizes themselves, they will be remembered singly, rather than part of a conformative whole.

"But do your thing, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself. A man must consider what a blindman’s-buff is this game of conformity. If I know your sect I anticipate your argument."

By doing the unexpected, you surprise people, give them what they aren't looking for, make them think of things in new ways, with new direction. However, become a number, and you are grouped with them, you are expected to do as your "crowd" does.

W.K. Clifford, a gentleman i learned about in philosophy, reminds me of Emerson in a sense, because of his beliefs. Clifford believes that beliefs guide people to their actions, and to him, if someone tells you something, and you don't "have time" to investigate what they say, and you just accept their beliefs, then you don't have time to believe. One must take things, investigate them, and adapt them and accept or reject them as their own. What works for one person may not work for another, and Emerson, saying this, is in a sense defying authority(conformative society) by trying to convince people to become inviduals.

I believe that everyone is given the little extra kick needed to become an individual, however, societies conformative ways often place fear into the minds of people, cancelling out the curiousity of becoming an individual. If one can rebel a little, bite the hand that feeds them, and pull out that INDIVIDUAL strength, people can turn into a name and not a number, and share ideas as their own, not as part of a group effort. People can be remembered rather than forgotten and accepted as a conformative groupie.

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Rebel without a cause?

One begins this story with thinking Mr. Bartelby is going to be a nice easygoing guy....only to realize by the end that this is perhaps not so much.

Bartelby the Scrivener is made out to be just a normal copywriter. In fact, Melville even states that Bartelby was extraordinary "At first Bartleby did an extraordinary quantity of writing(18)." Bartelby worked like no other, copywriting by night, and by day, however, as Melville explains in the Scrivener, copying works is only half of a copywriters job, the other half, to examine works, or to help examine works. This is the small half where Bartelby slacked out on. Bartelby was quoted as saying: “I would prefer not to(22)" Although Bartelby was not defying government of refusing something that related to a federal offense or anything that could cause anyone bodily harm, Bartelby was a rebel. He refused to conform to his expected duties or to fulfill his expected conduct. I was thinking about this and it made me curious. Does Bartelby even realize what he is doing? Is he purposely refusing to conform to make a statement? Is it personal reasons? Does he not really want to do it? Or is he just stubborn? If so, why would he take this job when he knew all of his expected duties would not be fulfilled?? It was obvious that Bartelby preferred to follow, rather than lead. He never spoke, or suggested things, he just "prefered not to do anything." I think Bartelby was just being stubborn. Nothing he did, nothing he refused, really made a difference whether or not anyone else did it. Bartelby, either just refused because he was lazy, he was stubborn, or he was trying to make a statement. I think it was the first two options, because really, what can one do to make a statement as a copywriter? As i said, what difference would it make whether its Bartelby or not that completes the task? I mean, thats why there is more than one copywriter right? Bartelby's stubborn, laziness didn't lead to some world changing event, it just led to him being put in jail. By defying his authority he was only hurting himself and making others frustrated. I guess it never really does say in the story why he does it....so..why does he do it??

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October 08, 2004

Black as night

Edgar Allen Poe is famous for his poem The Raven. The Raven is famous for confusing many.

I read the poem when we had to do it, i read it two minutes ago, i read it five minutes ago, i skimmed it, and i still don't really get the meaning of it. I contemplate that maybe the narrator is now going to die because of sighting the Raven. Stanza nine, lines three and four "For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being/Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door." Perhaps it is a sign that one is about to die, or is going to die, or something of the sort. Also, the poety is mourning his mysterious lost love Lenore, perhaps he is contemplating suicide, has fallen into an overdosed trance, and is viewing the raven much closer to his deathbed than one actually percieves. (Sorry, i have no idea where that came from) Perhaps though, if contemplating death over his lost love, Poe is having a dream, and in his dream views the Raven, the symbol of death, and gets scared, thinking he is now going to die, but doesn't really want to. I have heard that almost every person that tries to commit suicide actually wants to live once death is looking them straight in the eye. Perhaps it is a Scrooge type of thing, where he sees a "ghostly form" Or maybe its just almost one o'clock in the morning, mixed with the fact that i have a really strange and sometimes obnoxious imagination.

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