Monday, February 28, 2011

Here Is!

A good example of what I was talking about in, uh, the post 'bout Tumblr pictures...



Old beauty vs new beauty... crazy shit...

Lit 101 - Short Assignment #3

Darlene McCoy
Jody Greene
Lit 101
28 February 2011
Literary Theory: Useful for Conflict Mediation
    Jacques Derrida has quite the issue with communication, and does not believe that the current importance given to communication is deserved. He believes so because every word, phrase, or work is repeatable. He says that, all evidence of a meaningful type mark characterizes itself by its ability to be debated. But, this type mark cannot be reduced to one determinate meaning, nor is it possible to divide the multiple meaning present into specific categories. Therefore, since there is no determinate meaning, no speech act is entirely successful in communicating its meaning, and because that is so, communication should not receive the prestigious that it does.
    He offers a few solutions to this problem. The first being that all who wish to discuss and argument should treat it "practically and theoretically." One should take an argument for what it is, but additionally take his or her own thought and interpretation on the matter into consideration as well. Derrida mentions a concept he names "Dual-writing." The idea is that, a text has a literal interpretation to it - the words speak for themselves - but each individual person can interpret that literal interpretation in their own way. So, to create the closest thing to a complete argument, one must combine the literal "meaning" of the text with his or her interpretation. They must employ both sides of the spectrum to attain something that can be used to argue a position. Derrida also points out that a simple rereading of a text may change one's thoughts on it, and ultimately his or her argument. A person may understand a text more fully or in a different way than the first time her or she read it. New ideas can make great additions to an argument.
    While describing his solutions to the issues he has with communication, Derrida makes clear that any argument should be argued in a way that embodies truth. Both parties arguments' must be honest to their knowledge, even though in an argument over theoretical material, one can never be completely correct, and therefore, completely honest. Both parties must also interpret whatever material to the best of their ability, to create a fair stage for debate. Furthermore, if a text is ridden with pure hatred or insults, it is not the most hospitable to a reader, so that reader may fall into more theoretical ideas due to emotions invoked by the text.
    Earlier today, I had to deal with a two people with quite a few issues with each other. I talked to both parties, who both had different interpretations of the situation that caused said problems. I had to almost quite literally bash one over the head until he told me what he honestly perceived as the truth -- because a true solution could never be brought about if dishonest arguments were used in its resolution. The other, who was quite emotional, but overall easier to deal with, just told me what he honestly thought. Without their eventual honesty, the problem would have never been resolved. Going over the said situation time and time again in my mind brought me to a fuller understanding of what took place, so I was able to act as a mediator between the two. I, being the only sober person in the situation, and mostly emotionally detached from both parties, had the ability to take the situation practically, and I also used my theoretical ideas about it to create an overall "complete" story, which after a while I got them both to agree to. In the end, because both of them complied and gave me their honest arguments, we were able to reach an agreement. Derrida became so "violent," as he says because Searle, his opposition, did not respond what he defines as "honestly" to his text, nor did he write his response in a hospitable fashion. If Searle had interpreted Derrida quite literally, "better" he would have never had an issue.

Gonna Try

To make this blog look a little like my Tumblr, just y'know, Blogger style with the sidebars 'n stuff. I really like it's look/colors. Rolls awesome.

Cool. I'll do it when I next have time.

OH DURING SPRING BREAK THEN LUL D:

"Beatiful People" on Tumblr - Thoughts



Many a person on Tumblr spams my dashboard with many a photo of a "Beautiful person" and while I'd agree that the photos they post of people are quite nice, and quite attractive, for some reason, they bother me. They gnaw at my brain. They make me uncomfortable. And this morning, I finally figured out why.

These "beautiful people" are simply photos. That's it. Nothing about who they are, what they do, their interests, their talents, their dreams...

Is the girl pictured about beautiful because her hair's red? Because she's wearing thigh high socks? Because her face is very pretty and well made-up? Is she pretty because she's the idea of "different"? Why, of all the pictures of people, did you post this one? By posting this picture, what are you saying about yourself? Are you wishing you could look like her? Are you wishing you were different, like her? What are you trying to promote? What are you saying about her?

You know how to be different? Be yourself. Everyone is unique and special -- don't let idiotic conceptions of beauty destroy who you are. I'm blonde, with blue eyes, white as fuck, and I know I'm different. I look totally fuckin' normal, not special in any way, and yet, I'm beautiful. (Fuck yeah Lady Gaga, anyone? Born This Way premiered today! XD) Sure my face is scarred from the years of acne I've endured, but fuck man, does that really matter? I freak the fuck out about my face because I feel ugly, due to society that we live in. Scars aren't pretty, therefore I'm not pretty. Fucking bullshit. This world is God damned stupid. Haha. If the world saw more in people than the way they look, I'd of never felt awful about myself for the last... what, 7 years? I don't get a chance to show people who I am, because I'm so damn worried they won't even communicate with me because I'm simply too ugly. I don't have to wear weird clothes or dye my hair crazy colors to know I'm different, sure, I can understand the reasoning behind "Man, my hair looks fucking cool with a purple streak in it," but ugghhh... rage rage rage... I really, really, hate people's idea of beauty, and people who post on Tumblr just promote the shit out of the idea. Soooooo disturbing to me...

One can run around promoting how different they are, or they can just be different. 

One can run around promoting how much of a nice guy he is, or he can just be a nice guy.

Actions people, actions. They speak so much more.

How can someone be considered beautiful if they're just an image? Just a photo? What if the person in said picture is posing to make a few extra bucks to fund her crack addiction as her baby daddy struggles to feed the newborn she's too fucked up to take care of? Is she still beautiful? I'm sorry, but I beg to differ... looks aren't everything, people.

Also: photoshop. lol.

Furthermore, there's no stories behind these pictures. They're shallow. One-dimensional. And they promote a very crude and limited sense of beauty. Being beautiful is so much more than nice tits and an ass... ARRRGGGHHH

Now, when I get drunk, one of the most common things I utter is, "Look at all the beautiful people." And most people would say because I'm drunk, the phrase means a whole lot less. I once again, beg to differ. I feel like I'm most honest when my walls are down, and alcohol breaks 'em down real fast...

Anyway, I'ma point out somethin' real quick like:
I usually say "Look at all the beautiful people" around my closest friends, the ones I truly know are beautiful - while we're dancing, chillin' around a hookah, playin' Apples to Apples, having awesome drunk moments, or simply watching a Giants game. Then again, I believe that there's at least one thing about a person that makes them beautiful... so... euh. It's not uncommon for me to say something of the sort on say, a dance floor. Oh but I can explain that! Dancing is something that is very personal, even if it's just flailing... people can express themselves through dance, and that's why a bunch of dancing people is beautiful! They're expressing something of themselves to everyone else, and how can anyone scoff at that? How can that not be beautiful? Dance, especially drunk dancing, is a very raw form of human expression... a unique expression of one's self... Yeah! (I sometimes say "Look at all the beautiful people!" to make KendalKorn giggle, too, 'cause for some reason she's super amused by it... :]) 

Anyway! I didn't say it once this last party -- because I didn't freakin' know anyone there. (Also: not drunk? Dunno if I said it [in the context I'm writing of] at the party before this, but uh... yeah, here's a loop in my argument!) XD Party was weird as fuck, I got creeped on, and I got to spend maybe a fraction of my time there with my actual friends, because they were too busy freakin' the fuck out about the random ass people who showed up who ended up getting pretty sick... ugh... worries + booze = not happy.

I also have a "Beautiful Man Wall" here in my room, which I'd think most people would consider a flag for "Hey, you don't give a fuck about beauty!" Why do I think they're beautiful? I've watched every single person on my wall. Most are from movies, or Matt Bellamy... I've got an image of them, and their personalities in my mind. They're not just a body... not just an image of what I consider "attractive." While I'm kind of aware that Johnny Depp is kind of an asshole, the roles he plays (the Mad Hatter, Captain Jack) are what I associate his personality with, so y'know, it's a little off, but yeah... I think my point has been made...

Shit man I don't even know... I gotta go eat breakfast...

I'm just glad I figured out why these pictures bother me. They're attractive (these chicks are def hot, I'm not arguing against what they look like at all!), not beautiful. Beauty is so much more than a picture on Tumblr. Stupid materialistic world... stupid stupid stupid... rageragerage

I feel like I can write about Derrida now. Hello, thinking mood.

SO HUNGRRRRYYY XDD

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Lit 101 - Essay #3, Comparison of Two Critical Arguments

Darlene McCoy
Jody Greene
Lit 101
23 February 2011
The Fallacy of Bludgeoning Information
    Many a literary interpreter attempts to derive a meaning from an author's work, and many a literary theorist argues weather the act is possible. Roland Barthes and the collaborative work of W.K. Wimsatt, Jr. and Monroe C. Beardsley argue about weather or not the author's original intention in writing his work is even relevant to the meaning it produces - for they cannot critique it without determining the piece's meaning. Both parties give the same answer, but they arrive at their conclusion by different means. While Barthes provides a well-detailed argument, Wimsatt and Beardsley's argument discusses their points thoroughly and in a fashion that provides for more clarity.
    In his essay, "The Death of the Author," Barthes criticizes readers who determine a work's meaning based off its author's personal traits, beliefs, ethnicity, or any other component of an individual. The reader employs the author's biases to define a "correct" explanation of a text. "To assign an Author to a text is to impose a break on it, to furnish it with a final signified, to close writing" (Barthes, 53). Thus, the reader must separate author and text if he wishes to read a work in a way that is not flawed. Barthes continues, stating that the essential meaning of a text depends on the reader's interpretation, not how the author feels about it, or what he intended to write when he did. He also notes that every individual reads a work in a different way; that each work is "eternally written here and now" (Barthes 52). Since each being reads a text in a different fashion, it is impossible to determine a singular meaning of a text. The text, and only the text speaks for itself - the author's intention in writing the text is irrelevant to the meaning. In other words, the author, because he cannot influence the meaning of his work, dies, and is replaced by the scriptor - a being detached from emotion that uses only language as his origin.
    Wimsatt and Beardsley arrive at the same conclusion as Barthes: the intention of the author proves to be unimportant in determining a text's meaning. Their essay, "The Intentional Fallacy,"  begins by stating that poetry, writing, text, etc. belongs to the public once it is written. They then describe what evidence a reader can draw upon to prove the meaning of a poem. First of all, they explain what they call "Internal Evidence." This evidence is what is present in the text - the historical knowledge needed to understand it, its forms, traditions - everything that makes a language and a culture. It is internal to the type of work - when analyzed, it can never present an intentional fallacy. Next, they define "External Evidence" - evidence that is concerned with the author's intention in creating the work - why he did it. These claims are external to the work itself, and therefore can provide for an intentional fallacy. The third type of evidence is named "Contextual Evidence," and it compares the works of an author. For writing's sake, contextual evidence would compare the sentence structure, tropes, or phrases a certain author uses. Contextual evidence can sometimes cause an intentional fallacy, but other times, contextual evidence, in the case of biographical information, can aid in determining meaning. If a word meant a certain thing for one author, that meaning is part of the history of the word, and therefore its meaning. They conclude that a text's internal evidence is the only evidence that does not create a fallacy. Internal evidence does not encompass the author, but it does encompass how the public interprets it. "[The text] is detached from the author at birth and goes about the world beyond his power to intend about it or control it. The poem belongs to the public" (Wimsatt and Beardsley 104). The public can interpret the work in only one way - it can use its knowledge of language to determine meaning.
    Though their paths are different, Wimsatt and Beardsley and Barthes share common ground in arguing that the author's intention is irrelevant to a work's meaning. They both conclude that the author has no control over his work; the "readers" or "public" do. They are the ones that determine the meaning, for they use internal evidence, as Wimsatt and Beardsley call it, or language, as Barthes calls it, to define meaning. They do not use the external evidence provided by the author's life, beliefs, and psychology. Only the text can speak for itself.
    While both essays excel at arguing their points, Barthes fails to be as clear or appealing as Wimsatt's and Beardsley's. Wimsatt and Beardsley organize their essay into a form that makes more sense structurally - it is divided into five parts - each containing remarks on a certain idea. Their division of the "evidence" into three different parts allows for the reader to understand them more clearly. Barthes' essay is a nonstop information machine. It goes until the reader is bludgeoned by so many reasons that he becomes utterly convinced that Barthes is correct in his statements. Another reason why the Wimsatt and Beardsley essay resonates more prominently is that the two address a counterpoint to each defined piece of "evidence." Addressing these counterpoints, and explaining them, helps bolster their own point. In the case of internal evidence, they argue that language is what it is - and nothing more - so it will always retain the same intention. For external evidence, they argue that it has no part in literary criticism, and belongs in literary biography, because as soon as an author creates a work, it belongs to the public, and his intention is rendered irrelevant. In the defense of contextual evidence, they argue that the line between it and external evidence is far too fine, and that contextual evidence crosses over that line far too often for it to be considered pertinent to the meaning of the text. It simply ventures too far from the internal context of the work. Once again, Barthes presents his ideas, and assumes that the reader will not question them.  Wimsatt and Beardsley prove that the author's intention is irrelevant using an example, a confession of how a poem was written by Alfred Edward Housman. "As I went along, thinking of nothing in particular, only looking at things around me and following the progress of the seasons, there would flow into my mind, with sudden and unaccountable emotion, sometimes a line or two of verse, sometimes a whole stanza at once" (Wimsatt and Beardsley 107). From this passage, it becomes clear to the reader that Housman was inspired by the world around him - he had no intention to even write a poem in the first place, the lines simply came to him. It is impossible to determine an author's intention, especially if it never existed. The last difference between the two essays that makes Wimsatt and Beardsley's more preferable is the fact that Barthes destroys the sense of the author. He takes away the author's life, his influences, and throws them away. Wimsatt and Beardsley simply state that the author, after writing a piece, no longer has control of his work. There is no ultimatum or radical title to their work, which makes the piece more appealing and less inhospitable compared to Barthes. All in all, though, both works present their points in a clear, readable format, Wimsatt and Beardsley just do it better.

Best / Worst / Honorable Mention Pokemon Blowjobs

Fish Rap ideas.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

From Blank to Blank

Dear people who make Glee:

What the FUCK? I mean seriously guys, what the flying fuck happened to this show? I legit enjoyed it for the first season, but ya'll covered KE$HA. Fucking Ke$ha. Really? And before that, Justin Bieber? I mean, ya'll poked some good fun at him, which I appreciated, 'cause I don't even have the slightest idea as to why a 16 year old Canadian girl is taking over the world, but what the hell? You promoted the "Biebs." Last season, ya'll covered Wicked. Defying Gravity, motherfuckers. Songs with lyrics that make sense. Songs that are ACTUALLY MUSIC. I just don't understand... Glee, what happened? Where did your plot go? Where did the rockin' as fuck adorable redhead counselor run off to? And what about John Fucking Stamos, man? He's so cool.

Grrrr... rant more later... publish in Fish Rap... consider writing actual letter...

How Wonderful :)

Found here.

YOU ARE AWESOME + guest post.

Hi, Sunday-night-of-a-long-weekend. Snuggle in. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to share some stories resulting from the project that called YOU-ARE-AWESOME. The YOU-ARE-AWESOME project started in January 2009 with some bright + simple customizable posters designed with the intention of creating a positive impact and affirmation. When you see your name in print - it feels good. Whether you are just born, in highschool (I'll get to that) or a real-live-adult - it touches you somehow and gives you permission to believe it. You can find out more about the posters here. YOU CAN ORDER THEM HERE. And the YOU-ARE-AWESOME mini print set here. I've been enjoying these posters for so many reasons - but, the absolute best thing about them is the ripple effect I see when a poster is created. I know this is not rocket-science or ground-breaking-news... but, I fully and completely think that if something inspires goodness in someone - then it's BETTER than science or broken ground. IT'S A WEE BIT O' MAGIC. Like this...


So cool. I love seeing the names and YOU-ARE adjectives. There are so many wonderful stories about why you chose certain words and I seriously love it all. There are SO MANY great names out there, too. And so many requests for special YOU-ARE phrases. Here are some of my favourites...
Amazing stuff. I love when ideas evolve. I loved this teacher's idea so much - I asked her to write a little guest post...

Some days the duty of being a high school teacher is an unforgiving and thankless job. Some days the smallest most unexpected gesture makes me realize how much I like my job. In the back of my mind I have this crazy idea that all students arrive happy, excited and intrigued to learn.  Eager to fill their brain with knowledge, anxious to explore and motivated to succeed.  I keep forgetting that many students arrive dejected, fearful of failure and preoccupied with other problems.  Fitting in is hard.  Peer pressure is real.
I believe attitude is contagious. I believe an unwritten part of my job is to model a positive attitude (I actually believe this is part of everyone's job).  During the last few months of my maternity leave, while planning for my return to work, I tossed an idea out to some colleagues.  My idea involved using Kal's custom YOU-ARE-AWESOME posters.  I was setting a personal goal to pay attention to positive student behaviour and reward at least one student per week until the end of the year with a custom poster.  Most of my colleagues smiled and threw a negative slap my way by commenting that I probably wouldn't be able to find enough students.  I almost threw out the idea.  For some reason I kept believing that a positive attitude is just as contagious as a negative attitude.  I was bit apprehensive that because I teach high school.  Teenagers trying to be cool, trying to fit in, trying to distance themselves from being a "teacher's pet".  It didn't take long before I received some feedback.  One student response was, "when can I take my poster home?".  Another student response was, "can you get more than one?".  Another student response was, "I'm going to try for Meghan You Are Mighty".

This is the 11th week of my "Project YOU-ARE-AWESOME" and here's a sample of what students had to say about it.

"It makes kids feel special to see their name on the poster.  It is also good to see the people that get recognized for a good thing that they have done." ~ Amy P.

"I think project YOU-ARE-AWESOME is a valuable reminder to people that they are being noticed for everything they do.  Even though people probably wouldn't admit it, they would likely feel good that they were recognized by another person for doing something helpful, and they would also be more likely to notice and comments on the good things that other people do.  Keep up the good work!"

"I think that Project YOU-ARE-AWESOME is a lot better than the other projects we have for recognition in our school.  Knowing that your name is on a poster makes you feel included." ~ Steph P.

"I like the bright colours but think there could be more colours like pink or other themes.  They are very personalized and make you feel like it is just for you.  The words pop out and look nice.  They are fun and make you want to do something good." ~ Kim B.

"It might give people a much needed boost to be told they are awesome!"

"I would really like to be in the YOU-ARE-AWESOME Project"

Has Project YOU-ARE-AWESOME had a positive impact in my classroom?  Absolutely. Students are often asking when I will be adding new posters to the wall.  There is something infectious about the "YOU-ARE-AWESOME" posters.  It must be some psychological mind game to see your name in print with a positive adjective.  It feels good.  Students appreciate being recognized, without blowing things out of proportion or having them stand in front of the entire student body and risk public humiliation for being or doing good.  Last but not least, students earn "YOU-ARE-AWESOME" posters for more than just high marks or perfect test scores.  It's not all about being perfect ... everyone has the ability to do something good.

Amen. I thought that was particularly cool. I also thought these were amazing emails to receive...
"Hi Kal. I just wanted to let you know that it was my 47th birthday today and a my daughter had you make a poster that she gave me this evening. Perhaps I should preface this by saying that I am a senior partner in a law firm in San Antonio and I am the last person who might admit that it was quite a moment to see my name next to the words You Are Loved and Admired. We have had a challenging relationship since her mother and I divorced - so the words were very meaningful to me. The poster will go in my office where I will see it everday. Thank you for this incredible gift. ~Michael" 
"Dear Kal. When I came home from school today my mom put my poster in my room and it made me feel proud because it said I am incredible. That is cool. I like the monkey. ~Logan"
"Hello Kal!! I wanted to let you know that my sister loves the poster you did for her. She's been feeling low and this was the perfect way for us to remind her that she is an amazing person. ~Meghan"
To Dan and Kal - thank you for the posters! They arrived today and they are even nicer than I expected! Thank you for shipping all the way to New Zealand ~Kiri" 

Cool. Very cool.
It's not too late to get your own YOU-ARE-AWESOME poster.  Order them here.
Today: well, it's actually late at night and I'm going to get some rest before a busy holiday Monday around these parts. Life is good. Actually - it's awesome.
GO!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Took Ya Long Enough to Realize!

You goofball! :3

Known 'bout yo' shit for quite a while now...

(Represent internet stalker extraordinaires, everywhere!)

It's only 7:45... hmmm...

But it's so cold outside...

Ugh...

Brain... why do you always go back~

MORE MORE Boys Boys Boys!

SO MANY BOYS.

Well, not really. Or really? Fuck, I don't know.

See, I was a little sad on Saturday, 'cause I invited some people over, and then nobody responded to me at all, and I was like, d'awww, I'm just being crazy, thinking anyone would like me enough to respond to me...

Blahblahblah, emo emo, got rid of that LAST NIGHT, dumb bitch brain.

Anyway, woke up this mornin' and got a text from Boy #1... poor guy was stuck in Bonny Doon all night without phone reception...

And earlier tonight, I got a response from Ginger Kid... he was in the bay at his friend's birthday party...

I felt much better, after.

Gonna invite Ginger Kid to Tanner's party next weekend. I expect very good results. And by very good results, I'm hoping I might actually end up having legit feelings for him. That'd be cool, 'cause as life is going right now, most men bore the living hell out of me. Haha.

I think Boy #1 would be scared of how hardcore we party, so imma invite him over when we're not planning on a 40 person free-for-all drinkfest... XD

Oh man, in relation to our parties, I really gotta say:

Those fuckin' orgy-porgy parties we throw, man, they're the greatest.

So much sex, drugs, and alcohol...

Don't even know how many dicks I've sucked in the last week, fuck!

Whatever. Excited for times to come. Keeping my head up, keeping strong, rollin' awesome. IT'S WHAT I DO. :)

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Nicki Minaj

is fucking awful.

Just thought you should know, world.

I Am!

Never gonna be good enough for some people,
BUT
with time,
I'm realizing that,
those who deny me, ditch me, make me feel lonely,
aren't good enough for me.

So fuck ya'll, fuck everything, I'm a damn good person and should be treated accordingly. I gotta stop being nice to people who could give zero fucks 'bout me. It's taken quite a while -- 'cause I believe in the good of errybody, but, y'know... it's silly to keep believing when it more or less kills you on the inside. Mental health man, it's important.

YAY!

Lots of deep conversation last night. Got some super lacking of self-confidence out. Was good. Got to meet Cory's sister and her friends. Also, good.

I did blow up my friend's Facebook a little, though:

Friday, February 18, 2011

MORE Boys Boys Boys!

Fucking holy God shit sticks.

Now I think Ginger Kid likes me, too.

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON I DON'T EVEN

o.O

Well, he likes me, or he's a very touchy person.

I can't decide about what to do about these boys.

Guy from education is very outgoing, funny, charismatic, intelligent and amazing with kids...

Ginger Kid is cute, intelligent, also a lit major, and really fun to be around...

Damned boys. GAAAAHHH!!

Boys Boys Boys!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOYYSSS

Homan. Whoababy. Boysboysboys.

I think this dude in my education class likes meh. :3
and then there's ginger kid in lit section who is pretty fun and stuff...

idk...

then there's Will, who I keep forgetting to talk to XD

whoops...

Damned boys, 'causin' so much trouble 'n shit. Makin' me think 'bout their faces... too much work. Good lord.

Meh. I'm excited to see what happens in the coming weeks!

I feel like I always am, though...

Whatever!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

French 3 Composition #1

This is totally not subtle. lol

Darlene McCoy
Renee Cailloux
Français 3
16 Février 2011
261 mots

Une Histoire d'Amour Moderne

Je n'ai pas une grande historire d'amour, si j'ai demandé mes amis pour un. Kylie m'a dit sa historie, et j'ai appris beaucoup de choses.
Quand mon amie Kylie était dans lycée, elle était très timide. Elle n'aimait pas aller dehors, ou parler avec les autres étudiants. Elle est restée dans sa maison tous les temps. Elle n'aimait pas sortir, elle n'aimait pas fêter, elle aimait rien que lui demande participer avec les autres. Elle a fait toujours ses devoirs, et elle a lu beaucoup, mais elle était sur Internet le plus! Elle a joué un jeu-vidéo pour passer le temps libre, mais j'ai oublié qoui il s'appelle. Kylie a rencontrée un gen qui a joué le même jeu-vidéo. Ils ont commencé se parler, et avec les temps, ils se sont tombés amoureux. Dans le jeu-vidéo, ils a voyagé ensemble, ils ont vaincu les monstres ensemble, et ils ont rencontré plus d'amis ensemble! Kylie m'a dit que elle n'aime pas parler avec les personnes dans la monde réel parce qu'elle ne parle pas bien, et elle est embarrassée. Quand elle est sur Internet, elle a dit, elle n'a pas peur de parler parce qu'elle peut taper. Un jour, le gen est allé voir elle, et ils se sont amusés jusqu'à la fin de temps! Dans un peu de temps, ils habitait ensemble, et depuis lors, ils sont ensemble! C'est beau! Aussi, Kylie n'est pas très timide maintenant, parce qu'elle a trouvé sa personne.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Blogger

...will always be better. More freedom to do what I want...

Though, I did sorta make a tumblr -- so that I can link a RSS feed to it, so other people can be less lazy and read my junk while procrastinating, too!

'Til I see some RSS feedin' goin' on, though, my tumblr link is nonexistent.

Mooski #23 Hurricane - 30 Seconds to Mars

This video is fuckin' intense, yo.
Pretty boy is fuckin' intense, yo.

(NSFW)

Fuckin' Rancho


ugh...

http://www.kcra.com/mostpopular/26857345/detail.html

A memorial march to honor three teens killed in a weekend shooting took place Monday through the streets of Rancho Cordova.
Several police and sheriff's cars were parked in front of Cordova High School and Mills Middle School Monday, following Sunday's fatal shooting in a nearby neighborhood of Rancho Cordova.
Officers searched and briefly detained at least two young people on Monday. An officer on scene told KCRA 3 the two appeared to be wearing possibly gang-colored clothing. No one was taken into custody.School district officials said they had not confirmed that any of three victims were students at the school. Nevertheless, they said extra counselors and administrators were on hand."I've spoken with parents personally who are concerned about what's going on," said Folsom-Cordova school district spokesman Stephen Nichols. "And they're very happy to know that police are here, that school is going on and that we've added some support."Family members identified two of the victims as Jamir Miller and Richard Ward, also known as "Bubba."

Jamir Miller, left, and Richard Ward, right.
The killings occurred Sunday afternoon in the front yard of a condominium on Malaga Way. Officials said the teens were riding their bikes when they were gunned down.Friends and classmates placed flowers and balloons Monday morning at a growing memorial on the sidewalk. One girl, who did not give her name, said she was the girlfriend of one of the victims, a 16-year-old whom she identified as Richard."He was a good person, went to school, had hecka friends, hecka family," the girl told KCRA 3. "That was the love of my life. That's my heart right there. Now that he's gone I don't even know what to do."She added that Richard had no enemies. "I don't know why this happened to him. I don't know why this happened to any of them."Officials have not said if the shooting is gang-related, but neighbors said they fear that some retaliation may take place.At about 9 p.m. Sunday, another shooting occurred nearby. Two victims were sent to a hospital. Authorities did not say if the second shooting appears to be related to the first attack.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Embarrassed.

Embarrassed 'bout the blog.

So I'm bloggin' about it.

SO META!!!

...

Or functionally retarded, but that's for you to decide! :D

Lit 101 - Short Assignment #2

Darlene McCoy
Jody Greene
Lit 101
February 14, 2011
Subtly Sexual Satire
In J.M. Coetzee's novel, Foe, he engages his text with quite the hefty amount of literary theory. In a certain scene, Susan Barton, the protagonist, discusses with a Mr. Foe, an author, how the written word comes to a person. She says, "The Muse is a woman, a goddess, who visits poets in the night and begets stories upon them. In the accounts they give afterward, the poets say that she comes in the hour of their deepest despair and touches them with sacred fire, after which their pens, that have been dry, flow" (Coetzee126). This passage engages with the idea of the Muse, as set down by Plato. "Therefore, since their making is not by art, when they utter many things and fine about the deeds of men, just as you do about Homer, but is by lot divine - therefore each is able to do well with only that to which the Muse has impelled him" (Plato 16). The Muse visits an author, and imparts upon him a story. It is only by chances that the Muse will visit, though, and the author will fail to produce quality work if the Muse has not yet seen him. Though the thought is similar, Coetzee is not simply promoting Plato's concept of the Muse - he is in fact, mocking the idea.
Previous to Susan's depiction of the Muse - she and Mr. Foe had been chatting, and he abruptly kisses her - to which she responds to positively. Love finds its way into the air, so when the reader reads the phrase, "She touches them with sacred fire, after which their pens, that have been dry, flow," the notion that more than talk of the Muse may be taking place enters his mind. Indeed, in the following pages, Susan Barton and Foe share a bed. They do as human beings do - they have relations of the sexual nature. Before the encounter, Susan whispers to Foe, "This is the manner of the Muse when she visits her poets" (Coetzee 139). After they finish, Foe says, "A bracing ride - my very bones are jolted, I must catch my breath before we resume" (Coetzee 140).  Coetzee pokes fun at the idea of the Muse's visit by sexualizing it. Plato describes the Muse's visit as from the gods, and the author as an interpreter of the gods - an event to be taken as quite holy and divine (Plato 15). In the novel, Susan and Foe fornicate in a fashion that is less than divine. Fornication on its own is a very human act – it is human instinct to reproduce, and humans are to the gods as apples are to minivans – completely different. The fact that Foe acknowledges that he has been "jolted" further emphasizes the joke Coetzee makes of the Muse. His specific reconstruction of the idea makes a parallel between Plato’s Muse and the happenings of Foe, making it easier for the reader to decipher the jest. By making this joke, he insinuates that the concept of the Muse is a folly, and that "inspiration" comes from life itself. This is a direct contradiction to Plato's intended meaning - for he truly believed that the Muse was a being of substance. After reading this passage, Susan's initial description of the Muse becomes increasingly symbolic of intimacy, and the idea of the Muse becomes increasingly absurd. Therefore, Foe engages with the text of Plato by mocking and contradicting it in a subtle little way.

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Last Night... I Don't Even...

So. Ryan's birthday party.

I woke up in Michael Rubino's bed.

WHAT THE FUCCCCCCCCKKK XDD

Fucking awesome party, dude. Every part of it. :)

Didn't take no hits off the booooong, for all ya'll lurkers who need some clarification... just played around a 'lil y'hear?

Total confidence boost. XD

Had an amazing time. So much fun. So much soft. Haha. Ehe. Ohohohoho~!

Well, the kind of hella sketch people made it a little weird, but I wasn't very concerned nor worried about them in the least. Had other things on my mind... 

Teo gave Cooper and I the most entrancing light show ever. My brain still cannot comprehend all the pretty colors...

and the music.
THE MUSIC.
THE MUSIC WAS SO DAMN FANTASTIC HOMYGOD.

So much love for the Bad Romance remix. It was sexy. That's all I can think to say about it.

Kendal heard me giggling! AHHH! Makes me blush. :3

...I heard people running to the bathroom to vomit.

MAKES ME BLUSH.

...yay vomit

We need to have more parties that consist of the amazing awesomeness that was February 12th.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Just Once...

I'd like to wake up and feel good about myself... durrrr D:

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

FRL! Article Sex & Gender Special Edition 2011

Doggie Toys - Rough Drafts
FRL! Rough Drafts - Darlene McCoy

Single's Side
Furever Alone
Distraught, deranged, or downright depressed by your single status this Valentine's Day? Drowning yourself in your favorite carton of Ben & Jerry's ice cream? Retreating into your bedroom to give yourself the only pleasure available? Enjoying what you can of your sad splendor? Your pup is probably watchin' - watchin' with those big ole' brown eyes of his, thinkin' to himself, "Me too man, me too." He's yearnin' for the lovin' that you give yourself. He's yearnin' for the feeling of release. Dear reader: did it ever cross your mind that your puppy has never experienced Valentine's Day? Ever? He's never experienced the joy that you're missing so sorely. He's never been with that "special someone." He can't even wank what's left of his mutilated weasel. You've done all you can for yourself, now do something for him. Get him a doggie lover doll. He'll be able to release all of his tensions. You guys can even get down to business together! Together, on Valentine's Day. In rhythm, in time, maybe even at the same time, if ya know what I mean. Share the pain of singleness with your pup, doodle yo' noodle with that dog -- you'll be even closer than ever before! Man's best friend, indeed.

Couple's Side
Please Yo' Pooch
Enjoying making plans with your significant other for the big V-Day this weekend? Thinkin' about the wonderful, romantic, kinky or just fuckin' nasty shit ya'll are gonna do? Well, dear asshole with a significant other: your pup is missing out on the fun. He's all alone. All he can do is lick his genitalia. How would you feel, lickin' you balls on Valentine's Day? First you remove him from his manhood, and then you enclose him in a space where all the good puppy-lovin' 'round the hood is just out of paw's reach? What the hell kind of person are you? Do your poor helpless pooch a favor this holiday -- buy him a friend. A silicone friend, with a silicone puppy-vag. (It's even easy to clean!) Your legs, and significant other will thank you for it.

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Monday, February 7, 2011

Lit 101 - Essay #2, Summary & Critique of a Critical Argument

Darlene McCoy
Jody Greene
Lit 101
7 February 2011
Translation Gone Wrong
    In Peter Stallybrass' essay, Editing as Cultural Formation: The Sexing of Shakespeare's Sonnets, he argues that in an academic setting, Shakespeare is a 19th century author. To reach this conclusion, he uses the written works of the privileged to explain how the poet could still be writing in the 19th century.
    He begins with the first man to translate Shakespeare, John Benson. Benson reordered the sonnets, gave titles to individual sonnets, combined sonnets into one poem, and changed many a "he" to a "she." He edited Shakespeare for what he thought it was worth. Then came along a Edmond Malone, who translated Shakespeare for the understanding of the man behind the words. He defined the character of the man. Shakespeare's character becomes a questionable topic after these two differing translations are published. To defend Shakespeare against possible accusations of pedophilia, John Boswell dedicates himself to proving that under the circumstances of his time, he simply could not be. His reasons are as follows:
    (1) In the Renaissance male-male friendship was expressed through the rhetoric of     amorous love. (2) Shakespeare didn't love the young man anyway, because he was his     patron, and the poems are therefore written in pursuit of patronage. (3) The poems are not     really about love or friendship, because sonnets are conventional. They are, then, less     about a young man or a dark lady than about Petrarch, Ronsard, Sidney, and the like (a     boy's club, but not that kind of boy's club) (Stallybrass 131).
Malone offers his commentaries at the bottoms of his pages, but they are often commentaries in response to other commentaries left by George Steevens. Steevens believed that the Sonnets should not have ever been published and that if they were, they would transform the world into one that accepts sodomy as a social norm. Steevens' fear promotes the idea that Shakespeare is a sodomite - because if he did not believe that Shakespeare was indeed a sodomite, he would have no fear of the Sonnets' publication. The two interpretations of the sonnets created a discrepancy in the understanding of Shakespeare's character. The discrepancy allowed for the creation of  a heavily edited volume. The volume contained both Malone and Steeven's commentaries, and the sonnets, in the form given to them by Benson. Basically - the volume was a compilation of commentary on one man's interpretation of Shakespeare written by 19th century authors. Therefore, Shakespeare becomes a 19th century author - because the original text and materiality of the work has evolved into quite the different beast, but still denoted as "Shakespeare."
    The discrepancy reared its head in the writing of Samuel Coleridge. He picked up a copy of William Wordsworth's British Poets, in which he found a note objecting to Shakespeare's heterosexuality. Out of respect for his friend, he did not erase what he thought to be untrue. He then attempted to explain Shakespeare for himself by denouncing Shakespeare's imagination and comparing the purity of the Greeks to that of the playwright. His final conclusion, in regards to Sonnet 20, is that Shakespeare "disguises himself as a pederast to avoid detection as a man 'deeply in love' with a woman" (Stallybrass 137). Stallybrass implements Coleridge's solutions to the issue of Shakespeare's sexuality to demonstrate the extent that these men will go to make themselves and each other believe that Shakespeare was a heterosexual man. Continuing from Boswell's reasons as to why Shakespeare is not a pedophile, "(4) Malone was wrong, and the sonnets are, after all, a miscellany. They 'had neither the poet himself nor any individual in view; but were merely the effusions of his fancy, written upon various topicks for the amusements of a private circle'" (Stallybrass 131). According to Boswell, Malone was just wrong in his interpretation - the sonnets were not actually of any importance. Stallybrass uses Boswell's words to further demonstrate the logical flaws in the arguments of the men who shaped Shakespeare, so that the reader can clearly see that Shakespeare has evolved from the man he once was to a man defined and debated over by countless numbers of editors.
    Stallybrass structures his essay into chronological order, so that the reader may follow the time line of editor after editor more clearly. On the contrary, he fails to define the terms he employs to aid in the explanation of his argument. The reader must, upon his first reading, understand the concept of a "hysterical symptom" and "moral panic." Stallybrass also fails to define why the reader should care what Malone, or Boswell, or Colerdige has to say about anything. He does say that he is not interested in their scholarly credentials - but neither is the reader. Why is it that the reader should care about these men and their ideas? He says that they are men of cultural influence, but provides no evidence of their feats. Furthermore, the reader might take interest in the idea that the materiality of the text might also have to do with the production of different interpretations of Shakespeare. Stallybrass does not address this idea fully, which leaves a hole in his argument - because the materiality of the text could have aided in the transformation of Shakespeare, and if it did, even in the slightest way, the changes would need to be addressed.
    While Stallybrass explains his thesis clearly, he leaves a loophole in his argument that could be filled with another essay, or additional information. He could add the cultural credentials to the men he references, so that the reader may trust that they are not random commoners with opinions. All in all, though, he is able to convey his thesis without fail.

One Day!

Imma walk outside. Without an ass load of cover up on.

It's gonna happen and it's gonna be beautiful!

I WILL BE PREETTYY D:

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Mooski #22 Smile - Uncle Kraker

I kind of hate this artist. My Mom used to play "Follow Me" on end. Forever. Hate that song with a passion. lol

This song, just... goes along with how I'm feeling right now.

I know. You know. Kitten prolly knows. Hah.

Sometimes, My Phone Stares at Me.

It tells me to call you, and to tell you that everything's gonna be okay. And that all I said last year was just a mistake. I'm still visiting, still watching. Still hoping you're okay... still wondering if when four (now 2 1/2) years passes... I might still have these thoughts, these feelings, this never ending tic in my head. I wonder, quite often, if I made the right decision. If wonder what would've happened if I didn't get back on that plane, what would have happened if I decided to throw away my dreams, and stay with you. It's just hard to think about. Still got that ring.

I miss talking to you about nothing. Watching Full House, snuggling, everything. It's been so long, and still, yesterday. I can conjure up how I felt when I left whenever my mind pleases -- not that it really does, because damn that sucked balls, but y'know...

It's been a year and a half, and you still cross my mind. Your imprint is on my soul, forever. But I'm too afraid -- too afraid to say anything. My life is so different now, and I'm afraid that I might not care about you the way I once did. I want to remember you forever as you are in my head now. I worry that I will never find anyone as special to me as you were. Even if, even if I met you under the silliest circumstances, and our relationship grew under them. So silly. There's one photo album for four years. Ugh. Don't even know why I'm thinkin' 'bout this so much. Must be Valentine's Day coming up. First one alone. (Last year def didn't count. XD) Dunno dunno dunno. 'Tis just what was on my mind.

I'm also afraid to talk because I dunno if I can handle all those feelings coming back. I kinda feel like they would, and it'd be hard on my brain. Don't have time to have my brain off in other places, got papers to write! (Fuck meeeee~!)

I wonder if most of your posts are still about me. I've read it all. Of course. I'm a damned internet creeper if there ever was one.

Maybe I'll come back one day... I know what happiness is, and I've not experienced anything near the amount I felt during those times...

UgUgUg.

Brain, you need to shut down. You gotta go to bed, anyway. Got ballet in the mornin'. And a paper to write. Ew.

Tired. Thoughtful. Feelings 'n shit. Da fuck?

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Date Night!

So I finally got to go out with that guy I've been talkin' to for a bit.

It was nice. I think he was terrified though, like super nervous. Poor guy. :)

On the bus ride there, there was a super-intense couple more or less making out in front of me. Was awkward. But they smelled amazing. So I got my creep on for the night!

We went to the Surf Rider Cafe (hella good, mmmmm!) and had dinner for like, 3 hours. That's a good sign, right? But sometimes it seemed like I just talked, for 3 hours. Oh man. My brain. Then we went for ice cream at the Pacific Cookie Company! Max was there, but he didn't recognize me. Meh. While we were eating ice cream, this kind of cracked out person asked if they could use my phone, and I just let him. Will kept staring at me and smiling, prolly trying to convey "Da fuck?" annnnnnnnd I just kept smiling at him, mumbling, "ooooh life," and attempting to get, "I just wanna be nice to the guy!" across to him. It only took a few minutes, anyway. We were more or less done after that, and he waited at the metro with me, which honestly took forever 'cause OMG buses blow past 10 PM on the weekends. Annnnnywaaaaaaaaay. I think he likes me. I think I might like him. Needs a second date. *shrug*

Later, after I got home, I got a few random ass calls from what seemed to be an intoxicated old black woman. Very amusing. Message saved. 

I really want him to come over to my apt, 'cause my friends are hella nice and there's Brawl and he might feel more comfortable, and open up a bit. It'd be cool.

Friday, February 4, 2011

My Kind of Poetry

Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou
fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou
You'reabitch
You'reabitch
You'reabitch

YEAAAAAAAAAAAA-UHHHHH!

(Written about nobody in particular. lolcrackedoutbrain.)

So When I Get Bored

I look up pictures of Matt Bellamy.

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Dunno if this is Matt or Dom, but it is very amusing.



































I fucking love the internet.