Thursday, December 9, 2010

Lit 1 Final Essay - Axoltl, Julio Cortarzar

Darlene McCoy
Madeline McDonald-Lane
LIT1
8 December 2010
When Words Fail, Actions Speak
    Paris during the 1950s embodied the center of the French existential movement. It is no wonder, then, that a scholar should pick up on the ideas that swirled about the city of lights. Julio Cortazar, that said scholar, did so, and found himself attracted to the works of Jean-Paul Sartre.  Sartre advanced the existential movement though his written work, and Cortarzar, not just a scholar, but an author as well, digested his dogma. He regurgitates what he read in his short story, Axolotl. The events and concepts implemented in the tale provide examples that explain Sartre's concepts.
    Axolotl, which spans only a few pages, recounts a tale about an unnamed boy who becomes so entranced and obsessed with the axoloti in a local aquarium that he himself transforms into one. He enters the aquarium due to his boredom with everyday life, as defined by the panthers and lions he would otherwise go see. An axolotl is a type of Mexican salamander that does not undergo metamorphosis, so it remains in its larval state for the rest of its life. Gills remain attached to the side of an axolotl's face, and deep penetrating eyes set themselves in their ghost-like transparent faces.
    Axolotl presents a boy, but gives no information as to where he lives, his family, or anything significant in his life. The information given - he currently roams about Paris, and is an inquisitive and curious being - says nothing about how he externalizes himself in society. After the first time he sees the axoloti, he seeks more information and comes upon them up in an dictionary at the local library. He discovers that "specimens of them had been found in Africa capable of living on dry land during the periods of drought, and counting their life under water when the rainy season came" (161). This phrase foreshadows the deep empathy the boy will feel for the lonely axoloti later, which creates the mood of the piece. The reader relates to the boy's curiosity, which sparks a connection and interest in the story.
    Sartre writes that, the past of a human being is irrelevant, because a human can always change who they are. Cortarzar does not take the time to compose the boy's background because it does not matter: he creates a character as an example to explain Sartre's thought. No matter who or what the boy is, the capability to reconstruct his life in any manner he means to will not elude him, for he is human. It just so happens that he physically reconstructs his life into that of an odd-looking salamander. To further emphasize this point, Cortarzar at first conceives the notion in the boy's head that the axoltols have some secret agenda, some romantic idea, to "abolish space and time with an indifferent immobility" - he learns later that they just simply exist, and that their existence is not as romantic as he once thought (162). The conscious decision to change his mind about the axolotls renders his previous thoughts, his previous history with the axoloti, irrelevant.
    The idea that a human being paints his own portrait of himself by his actions, encompasses a large portion of Sartre's work. In Axolotl, the boy returns time and time again to observe the axoloti. "It got to the point that I was going everyday, and at night I thought of them immobile in the darkness, slowly putting a hand out which immediatley encountered another" (163). He lies awake at night, and contemplates their existance. He ponders their situation, wondering if their reality is one giant blur of life, "Perhaps their eyes could see in the dead of night, and for them they day continued indefinitely. The eyes of axolotls have no lids" (163). As each day passes, the boy becomes more and more obsessed and repeats his dismal actions. During the last day of his humanity, he realizes the truth of the axoloti's reality. His empathy then overcomes him, envelops him, buries him alive in the body of an axolotl. He is no longer human: he transforms into an axolotl. "No transition and no surprise, I saw my face against the glass, I saw it on the outside of the tank, I saw it on the other side of the glass. Then my face drew back and I understood" (164). Cortarzar defines the boy's actions clearly so that the reader may absorb Sartre's concept. Existance preceeds essence - the boy transforms into an axolotl because he acts like an axolotl, not because he defines himself as one. He acts in the same way, over and over again, mindlessly, he concentrates only on them. The axoloti imprison his brain. They become his reality, and he becomes them. If, in his mind, he defined himself as an axolotl, he would only be deceiving himself. He would not truly be an axolotl, but a human being who believes he is an axolotl.
    Sartre claims that the freedom to choose is a defining trait of humanity. He rejects determinism - each human being is not set on a determined path because they have a choice in how to respond to naturally determining factors. Humans have the ability to change their lives. When the boy becomes an axolotl, he loses his humanity; he loses his freedom to choose. "The horror began - I learned in the same moment - of believing myself prisoner in the body of an axolotl, metamorphosed into him with my human mind intact, buried alive in an axoltl, condemned to move lucidly among unconscious creatures" (164). He cannot choose to be outside of the aquarium tank; he cannot even choose where to sit in the tank, the other axoloti fill in the remaining minuscule space. "But that stopped when just a foot grazed my face, when I moved just a little to one side and saw an axoltol next to me who was looking at me, and understood that he know also, no communication possibly, but very clearly" (164). Cortarzar employs the boy's thoughts again to demonstrate Sartre's concept. Without the freedom to choose, humans lose their identity as humans because they can no longer define themselves through their chosen actions.
    In the story, the boy relates the axoloti to humans. He feels as if he can connect with the axolotl, even if they relate to him as remotely as a present-day monkey does. He notices this feeling instantaneously, "There's nothing strange in this, because after the first minute I knew that we were linked, that something infinitely lost and distant kept pulling us together" (161). For some reason, he senses the humanity in these animals, but finds himself incapable of an explanation for his feelings. He describes their faces as being Aztec-like, their feet as "ending in tiny fingers with minutely human nails," and their eyes as having the ability to look and know (162-163). He even goes as far as to say, "They are not animals" (163). If not animals, what? The boy develops a deep empathy for the axolotl, as he would with other human beings, because he feels so closely related to them. "I caught myself mumbling words of advice, conveying childish hopes. They were not human beings, but I had found in no animal such a profound relation with myself" (163).
    Axolotl touches upon Sartre's idea that humans should be treated as subjects, not objects. They should look further than the roles society gives them, and find themselves. The axoloti remain caged and cramped in their dreary reality, and since the axoloti and humans correlate in this story, the boy feels even more empathy for them. He feels as if they are being treated as merely objects, not as the living, breathing, thinking creatures they are to him. The world views them gilled salamanders in a tank, there for viewing pleasure. The idea that the axoloti may have conscience thought escapes the world. When the boy transforms he feels his own conscience, "I am an axolotl for good now, and if I think like a man it's only because every axolotl thinks like a man inside his rosy stone semblance" (164-165). He feels as if the axolotl think like he does, because they endure the same reality.
    As his obsession progresses, the boy mentions the encasing glass more frequently. In his narrative, he uses the phrases, "against the glass" and "the other side of the glass," and by doing so, he unconsciously notes the separation between he and the axoloti. This separation, he realizes, is not merely just, but is also a confinement for the creatures. Through this analogy, Cortarzar draws a conclusion about the human condition as defined by Sartre. The axolotl are imprisoned in their aquatic cell; humans are imprisoned on Earth. They must all work and die together, no matter their historical background or role. Not one can escape the condition set to them. The boy forms this bond with the axolotl because though he is unaware, he shares the same fate that they do. Once he becomes an axolotl, he realizes his condition, and despairs - he knows that there is nothing he can do to change his condition. "Only one thing was strange: to go on thinking as usual, to know. To realize that was, for the first moment, like the horror of a man buried alive awaking to his fate" (164).
    Sartre address the idea of despair. He says that, humans naturally limit themselves to think about only the things they can control in their lives, and when they realize that they cannot control some things that are very important to them, they find themselves in anguish and despair. The axolotls realized their fate, and now wait, for that is all they can do, until their situation changes. "They were lying in wait for something, a remote dominion destroyed, an age of liberty when the world had been that of the axolots. Not possible that such a terrible expression which was attaining the overthrow of that forced blankness on their stone faces should carry any message other than one of pain, proof of that eternal sentence, of that liquid hell they were undergoing." (164). Once the boy realizes that the axolotls are aware of their situation, he cannot help but feel more empathy for them. "They were suffering, every fiber of my body reached toward that stifled pain" (164). He longs for them to be free, as he is, but as he obsesses more and more, he relinquishes his freedom, and becomes more like the prisoners he attempts to empathize with.
    The boy in the story describes the axolotol's eyes in great detail. "And then I discovered its eyes, its face. Inexpressive features, with no other trait save the eyes, two orifices, like brooches, wholly of transparent gold, lacking any life but looking" (162). They mystify him. He cannot fully understand anything taking place behind those perplexing eyes. Once he becomes an axolotl, he acquires the mindset to be able to comprehend their plight. He attains another form of sight, and he can never return to the way he once was. Existentialism introduced the world to another way of thinking and seeing. Once its ideas ran through the mainstream public, many lives were changed, and many eyes opened to a new form of vision.
    One can see only his reality, and his reality differentiates from every other being's. The tank encloses the limit of the axoloti's reality. Because there is nothing but the tank and one another - the axoloti evolved into creatures so numb to their reality that they fail to acknowledge each other, or anything else. "It was useless to tap with one finger on the glass directly in front of their faces; they never gave the least reaction" (162-163). Trapped in the abyss of their own worlds, the axoloti relate to humans, forever burdened by the human condition.
    The beginning and end of this piece tie one to another and create a continuous cycle. A typical story opens with such a line as, "There was a time when I thought a great deal about the axolotls" (161). It prepares the reader for what is to come in the following text. The end of Axolotl, "And in this final solitude to which he no longer comes, I console myself by thinking that perhaps he is going to write a story about us, that, believing he's making up a story, he's going to write all this about axolotls" brings the story around to the first line - an introduction to a story about axoltols (165). The reader feels trapped in this cycle, in the sphere of the story. The form duplicates the story: a boy finds something that interests him, he obsesses over it, and eventually becomes it. His thoughts alter from that of a free boy to an axolotl confined to a small space and bleak reality - a reality that is as horrible as being buried alive. The piece itself is quite perplexing, and entices the reader into thinking about what took place in the few pages read. Axolotl is a warns against feeling too much empathy; it is a cautionary tale. Too much empathy will overcome a person because understanding another being to the fullest extent is impossible. Even though the boy puts himself into the same situation as the axoloti, he cannot understand completely what each and every one feels about their situation, because they cannot fully communicate. This relates to the idea of the human condition in the sense that one human, even in the same situation, cannot feel the same exact way as another; one axolotl, even in the same situation, cannot feel the same exact way as another. They are the same, yet different, because their actions have defined who they are in the world, and no person save the individual himself can understand one's thoughts and experiences.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

FRL! Ideas :D

(So I don't forget them!)
  1.  Cracked-Out Crows
  2. Narcoleptic Person with a Chronic Masturbating Problem
lol, FRL! ♥

PS: I'm playing FF Tactics Advance. Blog posts will be rare until I get bored of it.

    Monday, November 29, 2010

    Mooski #19 Want You Bad - The Offspring

    The Offspring are awesome. This song is awesome.

    That is all.


    I remember you. When you first talked to me, you were listening to this song.

    Sunday, November 28, 2010

    Thanksgivins! :DD

    Ooooooooh man, what a GOOD BREAK.

    Get home Weds around like, 8. Did nothing. Only boring day of break... hah

    Turkey Day: went to some neat ass hotel built in the 1800s in Volcano. Ate hella good food. Had an exceptional time with Mom, Marc & Waylon... Went to Denny's with Matt, Chris, and Jacob. Had a grilled cheese filled with mozzarella sticks dipped in cheese sauce. HomyGod, delicious heart attack, go! Went to Rory's to say hi after. Watched Aaron dance. (HE'S SO WHITE ♥ XD) Enjoyed self until random douche dude and his friend showed up. Left and went to sreeps.

    Black Friday: went to the outlets. Made out like a bandit. Prolly spent too much money. Bought pants that didn't fit. URRRGH! Had an awesome time with the BFF, Cindy. Missed her so much. Went back to her place for a bit, said hi to the wonderful Specert family, and then went out for delicious delicious sushhhiis! 11 people showed. (Me, Jacob, Bree, Chelsea, Aaron, Matt, Chris, Ryan Miller, Matt Smolich, Ryan's sister Rachel, & Dean!) I felt super special. Ryan Miller's sister is a SLUG! We had a great time chatting about UCSC-esque things. Super happy. Love the neon lights and glittery purple post things that hold up the ceiling. Awesome times were had. People left sushis and went off to party. Smolich, Jacob and I went back to his place and played some Crystal Chronicles. Boob Squad > life. Really glad I finally got to meet Smolich, he's hella cool. Chris showed up at Jacob's later and MineCrafted his heart out. The entertainment, it was so intense. Passed out around 2.

    Saturday: went to Sunrise Mall to get my hair done. My hair person is the greatest, ever. I've got to learn how to drive for her. Haircut is hella cute! Mom bought me my Christmas present early -- a purple and black plaid skirted peacoat. Yeah motherfucker, it's awesome. :D Went back to Pac Sun to return jeans that didn't fit, got three pairs (instead of two) for twenty dollars more, and fell in love with the store's manager. Hella good deals yaaay! AND NOW I HAVE PANTS THAT FIT. OMG. Got home around 3-ish, I think, and finished Logan's friendship bracelet. Then went sock shopping with Jacob... ate delicious delicious pizza at Cheeser's, then Chris met up with us. We all went back to Jacob's, watched some anime... and then Aaron showed up. After, went to Taco Bell. Did not eat Taco Bell. Then went to go pick up Matty out of butt-fuck nowhere. Srsly. Got kind of car sick on the way, and it took about an hour. You're lucky we love you so much, Matty! Went back to Jacob's. Matt and Chris left to get cars/controllers. Aaron watched Jacob play MineCraft, I went through Matt's iPod pictures. Midnight. Matt and Chris return with their bounty. We Vesperia. We destroy balloons. WE PULL OUR HAIR OUT TAKING RIDICULOUS ORDERS AT 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. We are rewarded with French maids and kitty cat costumes. Victory is achieved. Vesperiaing continues until 4:30 AM. Pass out at about... 5:30 AM.

    Tales of Vesperia!

    Sunday: Wake up around noon, fuck that shit, wake up again around 1:30. Had a dream about a boy. (!) Shower, dress, internet, 4:00. Go shopping for foods for potluck with Jacob. Buy salad and green beans. Make green beans at home, add salt and pepper and make them amazing! Watch a little terrible television, and head out to College Group. Arrive at College Group, proceed with hella days hugs and greetings. SO HAPPY TO SEE EVERYONE! Chat while the finishing touches and other stuff goes on. Play with Charlotte ♥. Eat the fuck out of some turkey, after saying grace of course! HAH! Eat the fuck out of some lemon custard pie. Dean is the greatest. Make postcards for poor 10 year old girl with terminal cancer. Feel good about possibly making her life a little more happier. Give more hugs, roll out. Home. End of break.

    It was good. So good. :]

    Can't wait to get back to SC tomorrow and see my beautiful people there. I feel weird not seeing some people for more than like, 12 hours. Like... y'know, the ones that live in my house? ♥

    Gonna make Cory's bracelet tomorrow on the train. Prolly won't finish it, but it'll be done before winter break!

    Passin' the fucccck out soon, gotta get up at 7:30... :/

    Nighty, blog!

    Tuesday, November 23, 2010

    This is Really Relevant to My Last Relationship:

    (Greg, btdubs.)

    Quote



    Almost as cool as Plato's "Read a fucking book!"

    :D

    Funny that it's by Tori Morrison, though, 'cause she def wrote Beloved, and honestly, that novel was not really the most inspirational or upbeat or even freaking pleasant thing to read... in fact... fuck Beloved. Fuck it.

    Tori Morrison is hella legit though. /

    Monday, November 22, 2010

    lol... Love It.


    Me: Pauly D cracks me up so bad...
    Ana: I'd do him. He has sexy abs. Ugly face but sexy abs. I love abs.

    Sunday, November 21, 2010

    So I'm a Fan of Tumblr.

    Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?

    My Words:
    1. Kiss
    2. Passion
    3. Chat
    4. Murder
    5. Rage

    ...very interesting... XD

    It Was Stuck in Riley's Head, and Then Mine:

    Some pretty intense luls, if I do say so myself!

    The little girl is so cute... XD

    The Weekend of the Captain!

    I've sure been doin' a lot of these recap thinggers lately... prolly 'cause I've got time on the weekends to blog blog blog 'til my daddy takes my computer away~ ♪♪

    Man, that's silly. Duurrrrrr hurrrr hurrrr ...

    So, wtf am I goin' to talk about today? I guess I should start with Friday, don't think anything huge and/or significant happened during the week.

    Friday was cool: Rocky Horror. My friend Stephanie was Janet, and she was adorable. So awesome. I danced on stage with Ana and Cory, and it totally made my night! Besides, my legs looked awesome in those heels. Ohhh baby. :]
    Ladies!
    That night basically consisted of Cpt. Morgan, Rocky, order pizza, pass out. It was good, it was chill. No depressed Darlene, ftw.

    THE NEXT DAY! Saturday!

    I got up and dressed around noon. Left my place around 1:45. Went to a house on Ocean street for a house show. Stayed until like, 6 something. Silly Creature was awesome, as usual, Time Machine was... pretty good? And Zeyphr's band was a FUNK band and it impressed me quite a bit! So cool! Voto was also there for a while makin'... beats? Or something... dunno... with a pedal board. Neat neat neat!

    After that, Pranov and I went to Taco Bell. We feasted. Crunchwraps, hooo!
    Wes was also with us. Is it bad that I'm basically totally sketched out by him? Hah...
    THEN we went to the Pacific Cookie Company to see Max (Pranov's friend) annnnnnnnnnd we got some cookies. I had a chocolate covered snickerdoodle.

    Friends are good, right? I think so.

    We went to the downtown house for a bit afterward. I think Pranov was in the bathroom or something, because Wes and I were chillin' in the front room by our lonesomes for a while. Sort of weird, but whatever. We decided to roll out to Church House early to try and avoid the storm getting any worse. Dunno if it was a good call or not... heh

    We ended up at Church House at like 7:40. 'Bout 20 mins early, but there were people there already anyway. No biggie. We just attempted to dry off and hung out for a bit. Church House has stadium seating now and it's awesome!

    Riley showed up next. The boys had some beer, they were content. A little wet, but content~ ♪♪

    Then Cory, Freshman, Logan, and Tanner showed up. I was joined on the couch for a bit, but then people were like "HOMYGOD BEER PONG GOOOOOO!" Annnd I ended up warmin' the couch by myself for a while. Was nice. Relaxing. I was super tired from the like... 4 hours of music earlier, anyway.

    I finally got up to go watch some pong. I was interested in their rules... comapin' 'em to our Rancho rules. We play hardcore pong in the 'Cho. Intense shit, y'know?

    I feel like Rory would have been proud. Hah.

    Anyway, during that, I heard there was more rum. Cpt. Morgan again. Mmmm. I had myself a shot. A tasty tasty shot... and then made myself some rum and coke. Def my favorite drink... :)

    Downed that pretty quick, then had another shot. 'Twas my alcohol intake for the night... because the rum disappeared quickly...

    Phrase of the night.

    Oh then Voto showed up... and I was like heeeeeeeeey~!

    I feel like I def drunk hit on him. A lot. S'ok. Liquid courage goooooooo!

    But, at the end of the night, I managed to ask him if he'd like to spend some time together sometime, and he gave me a rather excited yes. Pretty sweet, dude!

    BUT I got no number... lolfail... Tanner def got it... DERRRRP.

    I also dunno if he was so excited 'cause he was drunk, too. Merp. Self-doubt, hooo!

    So, the bands that played were pretty good. Six in one day. Was like a festival. In my backyard. SO COOL. (I ♥ SC!)

    I can't remember the third band's name, but of course, our loves, Under a Western Sky played, and another new (?) band named In the Airplane played as well. Was a good show. Under a Western Sky created a mosh pit, as usual. Was a rather intense one. I was sitting off to the side (with Voto, btw, GLEEEEEEEEEE) and I got hit in the mouth, and then someone knocked my glasses off and one of the nose pieces def scratched my face a bit. Ooow. OH well. If I had actually been in that pit, I prolly would have died. Was fun watching my friends go, though!

    Freshman said he got like, 4 concussions. I dunno man. I dunno.

    Blaaargg. So the music ended around 11, and everyone was intoxicated enough already so we decided to roll back onto campus. Was prolly a good call.

    The bus was stupid full when we got on, the bus driver was hella legit and let WAY more of us than he should have (by bus company type thing regulations)... it was awesome.

    I didn't have anything to hold on to, so I kind of kept falling over. Sorry, Riley & Tanner. XD

    When we went past the UCSC guard thing, all of us in the front ducked. It was so funny.

    The bus also died twice. Succcccccccch an awesome bus ride! Yahooo! :]

    Yep. Anyway. Made it back to Porter. Drank another shot (forgot about that one!), went to my room, hung out for a bit. Tanner ordered a shit load of pizza... blah blah blah watched some YouTube videos...

    I think I almost cried again. Def almost went into depressed drunk Darlene mode again. Meh.

    Whenever I feel bad, though, the guys always tell me, "it could be worse, you could have a dick."

    I dunno how that's supposed to make me feel better. At all.

    And I kept saying, "I hate my life" last night... I do, sort of. Lately I've been really, really down. Can't find a relationship... I miss them so much... don't have that special person to just bond with, don't have that person to just love me for who I am. It's so hard to live without that when I know how good it is, and when I lived with it for so long. ARRGGHH.

    (There was a point in the night where I was looking at your name in my phone, considering things...)

    I'm well aware that people are worse off than me. Shit dude, I always try my best to eat every once of food I take from the d-hall because I am so aware of things. I always try my best to appreciate things. I get pissed as fuck when people don't appreciate the things they have... I def say, "I hate my life" versus "My life is so terrible." I don't have to like my life, even if it's a rather okay one. Mother fuckin' Great Gatsby, anyone? Urg.

    I don't know why I'm so particularly upset. Oh well~

    This week is Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving break. I need it. Bad. Can't wait to see my family and friends in the 'Cho! I especially miss Cindy, my Mom, my broski-bro, and Matty. Always miss Matty. Oh and Chris and Brittainy, too! Always, I want to be with them! HAH!

    Man, this post reeks of retarded-ness sometimes. Oh well.

    Overall, was a pretty good weekend. Now I gotta read shit fo' class, and shower, and eat, and get on with my life!

    There's tomorrow to worry about: gotta edit my paper, finish my readings, and... y'know... get ready to go home. :)

    I'm gonna be rollin' out on Weds. Weds afternoon, headin' home on the 17.

    I'm excited. Gonna make so many friendship bracelets.

    Oh and dude, Freshman gave me an iPod (!!!) so I can listen to music on the way home! ♥

    Such a good Freshman.

    Such good musics.

    Annnnnnnnnd in celebration of our liquor of choice!:

    Friday, November 19, 2010

    lolFaulkner

    “There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn't fool with booze until he's fifty; then he's a damn fool if he doesn't.” —Faulkner
    I really wish I had the old power point I made of him for junior year... it was so good! Best page was def: "What the Faulkner?!" :DD

    This is one of my favorite picture things, I'm so glad the interwebs allowed me to find it again!

    15 famous drunks, for your viewing pleasure!:

    Mooski #18 Just the Way You Are - Bruno Mars

    I dunno who this guy is. But this song was featured somewhere else... somewhere special... and I heard it in Marini's the other night. Kinda got to me. A lot of things have been getting to me lately. Questioning a lot of who I am, what I do, and stuff. Dunno. Sometimes I really feel like returning to the hermit that I was. It's still sort of hard for me digest how incredibly social I am now...

    Oh well. Thank you, :).

    Video is pretty cool... enjoy!



    Really ironic how the girl in the video is freaking gorgeous. Stupid society. lol

    In Celebration of Harry Potter:

    I figured out what house I'd be in. I feel like Hufflepuff is most suited to meeeeeeeeee! :) They're supposed to be loyal, patient, and hard-working. Makes sense, right?

    Then I googled Hufflepuff! LOOK WHAT I GOT!





    Going to sreeps now, good night~

    Thursday, November 18, 2010

    Bloooooog

    So many things I need to post.

    So little time to think. So little time to type.

    So little will to do anything. Ugh.

    (Except read. I like to read.)

    I feel like I'm dying.

    In other news: I'm becoming more and more like a writer!

    Drinkin' my sorrows away, look at me go!

    Fuck yeah for Faulkner. He's my writing hero.

    Many, many great writers were also sort of alcoholics! YEAAAAH!

    (I'm not really gonna become an alcoholic, btw, just sayin'.)

    It was really nice seeing Kendal tonight. And Pranov earlier, too. I miss downtown people.

    The Office reminds me of home. Of orchestra. I miss it.

    Had a really weird dream this morning, too.

    Me, my Mom, and Logan were there. We were all watching this amazing beautiful holy God mind blowingly awesome symphony in this really elaborate, fancy ass concert hall. There was a lot of gold, like, plating stuff? And the curtains were fashionably red. Really picture-esque and beautiful. Reminds me of the very opening of Moulin Rouge! Anyway, I don't remember much, but, something had happened, and like, my Mom just sort of disappeared. Then I got really, really sad... incredibly, incredibly depressed, and Logan was the only one there, it's just he was just super distant and it was really weird - like, he was trying to comfort me, but it was all bad, didn't work. I woke up pretty depressed. Hah. Good times. ~.~

    Anyway, weird shit. Don't really want to think about it. Errrg.

    Don't like my dreams. Unless I'm dreaming of squirrels.

    I like squirrels.

    BLAAAAAAAARG.

    Monday, November 15, 2010

    Hijacked From Kimmy


    I feel like my mother and I have done this before. I kind of miss her. I kind of miss home. But not like last year -- I don't desperately want to leave SC, it's just gonna be nice to be home for a bit.

    Dorkin' Like a Pro

    Got bored, played around in model viewer, made this:

    She's such a cute character! :]



    I could totally write something about her...

    Sunday, November 14, 2010

    Random Awesome

    • Anatidaephobia is the fear that somewhere in the world, there is a duck watching you.
    • 'Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia' is the fear of long words.
    • Grapes EXPLODE when you put them in the microwave!
    • A Rubik's cube has 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 possible configurations.

    Not Really That Much of a Dumb Ass, but a Little

    Title ^

    Need fatty blog updates soon... so much to talk about homygod!

    Good Way to Explain Last Night:

    Saturday, November 13, 2010

    Mooski #17 Eggs - Mayhem

    This song... is a little weird... but I really like it.

    It's also brought to you by my electronic music guru friend, Alec.

    FRL! Shenanegins

    I made this today:


    I also drew ice-cream cone things that are happy to go to FroYo! They're super cute.

    Excitement.

    I didn't write my article for FRL! It can wait for another time, I guess.

    Wednesday, November 10, 2010

    Sometimes!

    I feel like I'm on top of the world...

    and others,

    I feel like I'm falling off the top of the world...

    Deep shit, yo.

    Monday, November 8, 2010

    So I'm STILL a Dumb Ass...

    But I handled shit. I HANDLED SHIT. YEAAAAH!

    Everything is okay. I feel normal. And okay. And better about myself.

    I'm also hella hungry. D-hall better have some good food tonight. Srsly.

    I got an article to write! Aiyee!

    Nothing will happen. I will get over it. I will not care next week. Yep.

    ...I need to go to some parties and find me a man. ARGH! Haaaah...

    Yeah, well, whatever. Blog is blog is blog is blog... I just want to be more open, more honest, more me. I like me. I'm a good person and I'm happy being me... yay.

    Blah de blah blah, none of this should have ever been posted. If it causes drama, I am going to first be upset, and second have a nice chuckle.

    Uh huh. Life. Life is okay. Or maybe even good? Maybe?

    So I'm a Dumb Ass...

    That's seriously how I feel right now.

    Not in my right mind.

    HURRR DERRRP.

    I wanna go chat with people.

    Stupid optimistic today. Gonna crash hard.

    God damnit. lol

    Sunday, November 7, 2010

    Weekend Recap!

    ALRIGHT.

    This weekend was good.

    Like, perfectly good.

    Except Ana was at home. :( I love my roommate!

    Oh and Logan and Freshman were, too. Derp. :D

    (I missed them all, srsly.)

    Tanner's friend Bouset came to visit. I really liked her. She really likes purple, too! ♥

    Friday we watched V for Vendetta (Nov. 5th, bitches!), and then Castle in the Sky. Both were awesome.

    We also wandered outside to go play on the carousel. It was good. We kind of planned an orgy as well, s'good shit man.

    Saturday, I woke up and went to FRL! I freaking love Fish Rap, it's the greatest. Got done there at like 3. I now know how to use In-Design! Yahoo!

    Theeeeeeeen me, Mark & Cam went downtown to buy the good noms. Bought good noms and a bag of Sour Patch Kids & Sweedish Fish. Everyone was overjoyed for the fish and kids. Mmmmm, candy!

    Saturday night... we got drunk and played Mario Kart.  

    BEST IDEA EVER.

    Michael Jackson and Batman reside in the Wii here. It is awesome. 

    We're gonna drink the rest of the stuff on Weds, and play moaaarrr! No class on Thursday ftw! ^^/

    In other news, I think I am now the group drunkard.

    I woke up this morning with my shots numbered on my fingers (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) and then "I ♥ shots! :)" on my hand.

    lol.

    I also started playing Fable III today. HELLA FUN.

    But back to me being drunk as fuck. I def passed out in my bed last night.

    I also apparently confirmed that I am bisexual last night. I don't remember.

    Not that anyone was surprised...

    There was one more thing that I apparently "confirmed" last night...

    Alec said it was noticable that I kinda like Riley.

    I'm scared. XD

    I'm prolly gonna say something to him sometime soon. But God damn I feel like a dumb ass. I also feel like... I have a man, Riley's single type of crush. Not like intense feelings or anything. That'd be silly. And mostly suicidal. I want to live. And keep my friends. Haha. It's not like Riley would ever be interested in me, anyway. Haaaah.

    OH FRIENDS. RIGHT. I HAS THEM.

    I has a Kendal Korn. And I would like her to know that it is okay. Everything is okay and I love her to death. Yeppity yep yep.

    Let's see... what else...

    Oh,

    Feelings for Logan are mostly gone. He's just a freaking attractive person. Bastard. lol

    Finally got to talk to Freshman. Was good. Horribly good..? Either way, things are clear now. Thank God. I can freak out 15 times less now.

    Got a test on Weds. Gonna be studying a lot. Fuckin' shit, dude.

    I feel like there was something else I was gonna say, but I forgot. Le sigh.

    Oh well. Sleepy time..? I guess. Tired. Tired-ish and bored...

    Friday, November 5, 2010

    Lit1 Essay #1 - Kiss of the Spider Woman


    Darlene McCoy
    Madeline McDougal Lane
    LIT1
    10 November 2010
    A Novel of a Film
    Prison cells are dark, deep, holes in walls that cut off a man and his cell mate from the outside world. The stone cold confinements provide no beauty to gaze upon; no color to even spark one's imagination. So, in these unchanging chambers, what are two men, confined to their own miniature world, to do but interact with one another? Manuel Puig imagines the going-ons of two imprisoned men, Luis Alberto Molina, and Valentin Arregui Paz, in his novel, The Kiss of the Spider Woman. Valentin is a stone cold political activist - detained for taking part in a hunger strike against the Argentinian government. On the contrary, his cellmate Molina bleeds romance; he uses films to fantasize about life, and more importantly to him, love. Molina's interest in film leads him to recount them to Valentin, including a work of unnamed Nazi propaganda. The film shares an astonishing amount of similarities to the novel as a whole: the plot and characters in each tale mirror the other.
    In both plot lines, the two main characters encounter one another during times of political turmoil. In the novel's plot, Molina meets Valentin because he has been set up by the Argentinian government to extract extremist schemes from Valentin. The government throws them in a cell together, and expects Molina to develop a friendship with Valentin. They believe that with time, Valentin will reveal the deep dark secrets of his extremist group to Molina, and that Molina will relay the information back to them. In the film's plot, Leni, a fine woman who embodies France, meets Werner, a young German lieutenant at one of her shows. While it is not odd for a German to be in France - Werner was there to enjoy some fine entertainment after a full day of regulating the occupation of Paris during the Third Reich. During the show his eyes spied Leni, and after he left flowers in her dressing room. With time and some courting, the two become as well acquainted as Molina and Valentin.
    The second significant plot point shared between the novel and film is that both Molina and Leni are given clear incentive to betray their respective friend. The warden of the prison utilizes Molina's mother's happiness to further prod him into uncovering Valentin's extremists' plots. He discloses, "It seems your mother is feeling a lot better, since he spoke to her about the possibility of a pardon... She's practically a new person" (149). The warden, well aware of Molina's intense compassion for his mother, employs his love against him. This situation parallels Leni's in the Nazi film. A man known as the clubfoot, who affiliates himself with the French maquis brings Leni and her cousin to a rendezvous point. He explains to Leni that she is to infiltrate German man's headquarters to find papers denoting the location of an immense German arsenal. She refuses the offer at first, but when the clubfoot threatens her cousin with death, her only option is to cooperate - "So she promises to do whatever she can" (75). The clubfoot, aware of Leni's love for her cousin, uses her love against her.
    Over time, Molina and Valentin, and Leni and Werner's relationships progress to the point where they fall in love. Though their betrayals continue, the two betrayers comply less and less with their orders; they want to reveal less and less to their oppressors. Because the couples fell in love, the men with the information willingly give out their secrets to their believed-to-be confidants. Leni and Molina attain the information that will take their lives, and the plots thicken.
    Each leading lady discovers her own way of deceiving the man in her life. The warden assists Molina in keeping Valentin fully decieved by providing him with specific bags of groceries. "We have to come up with something to justify your euphoria, Molina. That's definite. I know now, we can requisition some groceries for you, and pack them up the same way, how does that strike you?" (151). Supposedly sent to Molina by his mother, the bags retain the validity of Molina's fib. Valentin never becomes aware. Leni beguiles Werner using her voice and a piano. Werner sends his majordomo down into the cellar to fetch an expensive wine, and then continues outside. Leni approaches the piano to provide herself with an accompaniment to her singing, but instead of doing so, she sets down a record loaded with her talent. She starts the music, and then enters Werner's office to scour through his things. "But she manages to prepare a little bit of a ruse, and puts on a recording of herself that's accompanied by piano too, and meanwhile she goes into his private study and starts rummaging through the papers" (75). Werner and the other men believe that the record is actually Leni, and they never discover her deceit.
    Each story sets up a "death trap" for each of the heroines. The warden of the novel orders men to follow Molina once he is out on parole, and if they come upon no information following him, they have orders to print an article in the local newspaper. The article will set Molina up as extremist bait - and once the fish bite, the government will pounce upon them like a starved panther. Either way - Molina is not set up for his benefit: he is merely an unaware pawn. While Leni's situation does not mirror Molina's exactly, she ends up in a "death trap" of her own. She returns to Paris to aid Werner in the search of the maquis. She manipulates the maquis into taking her to one of their establishments by teasing them with her knowledge of the German arsenal site. There, Werner's majordomo reveals to her that he is the head of the maquis, and that he is aware of Leni's affiliation with the Germans. He and his affiliates know that the Germans are behind her; that they are on their way. At that point in time, Leni becomes a pawn in a trap that is anything but beneficial for her. If the Germans realize her betrayal, she is just as safe with them as she is with the maquis.
    Death ends a drama in quite the final fashion, and both plots close with one. Ferocious men shoot ferocious heroines down. Molina is killed in a shoot out between the warden's men and Valentin's extremists. The formal report reads, "At that moment, however, several shots were fired from a passing automobile, wounding CISL agent Joaquin Perrone, along with the subject, both of whom immediately fell to the ground" (274). Molina dies by the hands he was attempting to aid. Leni's life comes to a close as she grasps a curtain,
    "...she opens a window to escape and right there down below stands the driver assassin, and her boyfriend sees him in time and fires a shot, but the clubfoot, no, I mean the driver, because the clubfoot's already dead back at the museum, then the driver, while he's dying there, manages to get off one shot at the girl" (92).
    Leni dies by the hands she affiliated herself with.
    The plot lines are not the only component of the novel and film that mirror one another. The characters themselves resemble their corresponding part. Molina and Leni and Valentin and Werner serve as the heroines and their respective lovers.
    Though Molina's physical features define him as a man, he and Leni portray the female protagonist of their tale. The people of the world of The Kiss of the Spider Woman see women as creatures that romanticize life - they do not put politics, or any other just causes above love. Molina believes that he is a woman, and goes as far as to describe and refer to himself as such, "Hey, what do you take me for, and even dumber broad than I am?" (89). Molina features his womanly side, "That's how I am, very sentimental" (29). Molina refers to Leni, the woman he desires to be, as exquisitely woman-esque time and time again, even as, "The most divine woman you can imagine" (50). Both of these heroines die embodying their inner selves - ladies who revel in romance. While it is not completely clear that Molina died as the (wo)man he was, Valentin implies that he did so, "I think he let himself be killed because then he could die like some heroine in a movie, and none of that business about a just cause" (279). Only a woman would die so romantically. The last thing Leni did before she died was tell Werner that she loved him, "...she loses whatever strength she has left and says how much she loves him, and how they'll soon be together in Berlin again" (92). She demonstrates her femininity.
    The two tales present Valentin and Werner as the manly male lovers. Men in the novel believe in politics and fighting for a "just cause" above all else. Valentin states his masculinity by explaining to Molina, "The great pleasure's something else, it's knowing I've put myself in the service of what's truly noble, I mean.. well... a certain ideology..." (28). A song depicts the waters of a German river, and it brings Werner to tears. He cannot hide his love of his country.  His love bolsters his manliness and is not seen as womanly because men who love their country to an incredible degree are man-gods, and are invincible (55). Physical beings fascinate Valentin and Werner. Valentin always asks, without fail, how the women in the films Molina describes look, "How is her figure? Does she have a good build, or is she more on the flat side?" (50). Leni's aesthetically pleasing figure brings about comments of, "what a marvelous creature [you are]" (55) from Werner's lips. He too, is entranced by beauty.
    Though there may be a few cracks, this Nazi propaganda film mirrors The Kiss of the Spider Woman. The plot lines and characters share a copious amount of similar points that it is difficult not to wonder why they correlate so well. In the footnotes on pages 82-95 the Nazi film is recounted in its original theatrical form. Leni goes to Germany, and becomes a Nazi. She returns to France to aid Werner with the German occupation, and at the conclusion of the film, she is not the heroine she is portrayed to be - she also lives. Depending on when the reader reads the footnote, immediately after its notation or after they have finished reading the rest of the Nazi story, the reader will either have known of Molina's betrayal, or have felt betrayed by Molina's retelling. This evidence just further alludes to other happenings down the line. The Nazi film is a narrative hidden in a narrative that reflects its own - a meta-narrative to be discovered for as long as The Kiss of the Spider Woman is explored by readers.

    Wednesday, November 3, 2010

    Monday, November 1, 2010

    Blogger Stats: October 2010

    1,265 page views in October. Holy shit.

    Mooski #16 Beauty in the Beast - Gavin Rossdale

    Meh. No music video. Awesome song though. ♥

    His more popular one is "Love Remains the Same," but this one kind of haunts me in a good way.

    Cool shit.

    Overview Halloween 2010

    Oh. My. Fucking. God.

    Holyshitonastickomgomgomg

    Last night.

    Did last night even happen?

    K so I was kinda dumb last night.

    Tequila Darlene, heeeeey!

    K so got to Julia's at like 4.

    Cleaning party commenced.

    Cleaning party ended.

    Subway was purchased.

    Giants game was half watched.

    Casey started fucking with Julia.

    Rage commenced.

    Rage more or less ended.

    Booze commenced.

    OHGOODLORDOMGINSANITYAIYEE

    Booze entered bloodstream.

    Roommate showed up.

    Body shots were taken.

    Insanity/rage commenced encore.

    Oh God.

    Things eventually died down.

    Left for campus.

    (Sorry I wasn't there to help clean guys...)

    Passed the fuck out.

    That's... a really broad overview of last night.

    It's pretty scary. Actually, terrifying.

    Saturday, October 30, 2010

    Fuck Dude

    I can't even handle everything that goes on in my head sometimes. Jesus. lol

    Pastpastpastpastpastpastpastpast

    I Gotta Say...

    Last night was pretty sweet.

    Yesterday was sooooooooo long at first:

    Class, class, class, downtown, Alec being a pain, grocery shopping, carrying hella orange juice, Julia's for a whole 5 minutes, bus, talking to Mom about financial aid for 40 mins... ommmmmmmg it never ended.

    Then I got home and helped Cam make dinner. Ana took pictures and we toasted to G104 with apple cider. It was legit as shiiiiit.

    Oh and Cam's food was hella good. Especially the garlic bread. So yummy! ♥

    I love my Cameroon~!

    After that Ryan and I had to hella bounce. We were kinda late for Dylan's show, and I missed Biscuits. :( But! I didn't miss 3 other songs and I got a satisfying amount of headbanging in. We even had a ladies' mosh pit. I got thrown into a coffee table a little off of some retaliation from the real mosh put though. Fun times...

    After that Riley gave me a beer, which was all I drank last night. (Sort of weird, lol) People didn't exactly get trashed last night. We all know we're going to on Sunday, so we just had a good time.

    Then, I just kinda hung out. Cory and I made Tanner and Logan dance again... it's so fun lol... Kendal and Sarah and Coop danced with us a bit, too!

    There was sort of a cuddle couch going on last night. All I gotta say is it was really hilarious. People are people are people who make me laugh. A lot. So awkward. Ahahahahahah XD

    Riley gets drunk and all them ladies come around~ heeeeeeey!

    Sometimes I seriously feel like people look at him and are like, "HEY I want to take advantage of him first!" "No me!" "No ME!"

    Poor guy. Aha...

    After that we just went back to Julia's. On the way there Kendal and I had an amazing conversation 'bout life, love, and the luls, and man, I just love that girl. I really do.

    Blahblahblahblahblah

    We arrived at Julia's and I got to play with Freddie a little! He's so soft and cute and omg kitty! ♥ ♥ ♥

    Kendal and I were on the same painstakingly obvious wavelength. It was amusing as all hell.

    Riley and I rolled out around midnight. Julia walked us to the bus station. Then we got on the bus, and I beat Riley up. Yep. Nawww, but Riley and I shared a good chuckle, and it was good. Look at me bein' all articulate. Hells yeaaaaah!

    I got back to Logan looking more cracked out than usual and him telling me he was on heroin. Fucking Logan. lol. Freaked me out a little. Oh well. All is well.

    Ana and Squid were in my room, so I stayed up 'til like 2 watching Lie to Me with Cam and a half passed out Logan.

    Then, I passed the fuck out. Was so tired.

    Now it's almost noon, and I gotta get in the shower! Gotta clean myself, eat, make candy skulls, and get the fuck downtown as soon as possible.

    Tonight: madness takes its toll.

    'CAUSE IMMA BE DOIN' THE TIIIIIIMEEE WAAARP!

    Thursday, October 28, 2010

    Obviously,

    I was a little freaked out earlier.

    I took a nap.

    I am fine now.

    Just drowsy. :)

    I was gonna post a pic of Drowsy the Pokemon, so I googled him, and I got this, and it's much cuter, so:

    Love...

    so intense... good lord.

    There's Greg. You guys know who he is.

    & there's Nebraska. Some of you guys know who he is.

    I can't talk about Nebraska. I can't think about him too much.

    I still have his ring... man.

    It's been so long, and I still choke up. Holy God. Still think about October 19th... January 15th... and of course April 29th...

    I still remember turning away at the airport... the ride there... the music... everything...

    My brain is so blown right now. I don't even know what to do...

    Two weeks, frozen in our minds, for us to cherish forever...

    But guys, don't talk to me about this one. 'Cause I've got Cameron to worry about and it'd take forever to explain. I've also got to read a book. The entire book.

    (Look at me procrastinating like a pro!)

    I just... wanted to post something.

    I just... uuuuuuuugghh. :(

    This week man, shit.

    Giants need to win again tonight. It'll de-stress me again.
    C'mon broski bros!

    Whoa...

    You're still there... :)

    Mind = blown.

    I hope Kitten is doing well! ^^/

    Wednesday, October 27, 2010

    HEY YOU MOTHERFUCKS

    Today is gonna be awesome.

    'Kaaaaaaay?

    Gonna go to music soon enough... give Riley his bracelet... (!)

    then go to Lit, tell my TA that Cam is dying, give this poor girl her mutilated paper back,

    eat some foods,

    take Cam to the health center.

    AND THEN WATCH THE WORLD SERIES! YAAAAHOOOO :)

    It's not really going to be an exceptional day.

    Just a good one. Good mood. Woohoo!

    Whoops.

    I guess somehow something happened to not allow anonymous commenting. I prolly got fed up with a troll or two... but anyway fixed it to allow anyone to comment whenever the hell they want.

    Cool.

    Blahblahblahblahblahblah

    I feel a post coming around sometime soon...

    I Feel Like Logan Will Appreciate This:

    Sunday, October 24, 2010

    Mooski #15 Defying Gravity - Chris Colfer (Glee Cast)

    I love this song. And I love Kurt's version.

    Now I Feel Like Writing More

    I just feel... so sad... so uncaring... it's such a weird thing for me.

    There's like 5 or 6 of my good friends in my front room right now, and I'm sitting in here griping about life... ARGGHH

    Not going to Fish Rap, either. Ug I'm a bad person. But I just feel so awful today...

    So lonely.

    Bleh. I can't think of more stuff to say. I'm just listening to soft music and it's making me relax a lot...

    I really want a cuddle buddy. :(
    ...but I just can't...

    I can't wait until next weekend. It'll be fun. :)

    Not that this weekend wasn't, Friday was quite possibly one of the best parties ever, but yeah. Saturday I started feeling the way I do now. Hmmm.

    Oh. World. I've really enjoyed watching the Giants games... they're in the World Series now so Riley is super smiley, which is nice, and it's just been cool to take part in something. I guess. Aha.

    Bleeeeeeeh. I miss Cindy. I miss Brittainy. I miss Matty, and Chris... and my Nicolie. ♥

    I'd miss Jacob too, if we weren't in the middle of pretending the other person doesn't exist. XD

    Whatever bro...

    So Apathetic II

    So, I just kind of feel so horrible that I don't give any fucks anymore.

    0 Fucks.

    I've kinda given up on... like everything...

    Save school, of course! School is always there.

    But at the time I'm utterly convinced that nobody is going to be interested in me for a long time -- and what's worse is I feel like I'm not really going to be interested in anyone for a long time. I feel silly. I gave Nebraska up so I could explore... and now I'm sitting here writing. Writing because I'm sad. I'm not good. Bubbly Darlene can prevail through this, but y'know... fuckin' fins... there's always so much more going on inside of me. Even though I write this blog, I'm not as honest as I used to be. I've got an audience. Maybe all of my walls will tumble down one day... maybe.

    And I know it's stupid... but I feel like because of my face, people take a look at me and put me into the friend zone like that.

    I know who I am. I love who I am. I'm a good person and fun to be around. People tend to flock toward me. But I've got all this shit on my face. Stupid acne. Stupid blemishes, blotches. I just never feel beautiful. Never feel pretty. I'm always looking at other people... always comparing... The guys will always just see me as their friend... not that I especially want to date any of my guys, but y'know. It'd be kinda nice to be a girl instead of Darlene. I've always been the girl with the guys. The girl with the really pretty friends that guys drool over... Nobody is going to look at me and be like, "Man, I want to meet her." People only start to like me after they've known me for a while. I look and feel like a scrub every single freakin' day... I don't wear things that would make me feel sexy, because I'm just not. Fuckin' Asher has said that to my face, even. Sexy is just not me. Too many self-esteem issues.

    I obsess over this like a person who obsesses over their weight. It bothers me everyday, 'cause I gotta look at myself everyday to put makeup on... UGGGGGGGH. I can only hide so much. Besides, I still feel unattractive.

    Well, everyone just kind of came in. I don't really feel like writing much more. Ug ug ug.

    Saturday, October 23, 2010

    List of People from Last Night:

    All of these people were in/out of the apt. last night. I feel proud.
    1. Me
    2. Cameron
    3. Ana
    4. Tanner
    5. Dylan
    6. Riley
    7. Julia
    8. Kendal
    9. Casey
    10. Phillip
    11. Freshman
    12. Logan
    13. Mark
    14. Jasmine
    15. Angela
    16. Rubino
    17. Michael Block
    18. Pranov
    19. Linus
    20. Cory
    21. Stephanie
    22. British Jon
    23. Ryan
    24. Faye
    Maaaaaaaan, it was good!

    My Broski

    Photobucket rearranged how they do things or something... so this video came up.

    I feel like this is like 3 years old. My brother looks more like a man now.



    I don't think there's anything else after like 30 seconds.

    The Calm Before the Storm

    I feel it. On the horizon. Something is coming.

    Gonna be interesting to see how it plays out.

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMEROON!

    This blog post is late, but no less legit.

    We've had a wonderful amazing friendship
    & I don't ever want to see the end of it! ♥

    Friday, October 22, 2010

    Mooski #14 Yeah x3 - Chris Brown

    Don't really care about the song a whole lot, but a person I know from high school is one of the main back-up dancers, and that's really cool. He's also the white kid doing the back flips. WTF.

    Fuck yeah Kyle Cordova. Makin' Rancho not look like hell! :)



    Oh and the kid like, "Look it's Chris Brown!" HELLA cracks me upp!

    Lit Close Reading #2

    Darlene McCoy
    Madeline McDonald Lane
    LIT1
    21 October 2010
    Song of the Solar Eclipse
        Religion has been present in human society for a countless number of years. It influences a multitude of different aspects of life - including music. In fact, the first music was written for purposes of worship. A particular song of this century that has struck a chord is "Stare at the Sun" by the alternative rock band, Thrice. The tune, written by Dustin Kensrue, Thrice's vocalist, and a devout Christian at the time, has a much deeper meaning that what meets the casual listener's eyes and mind. The unsuspecting listener must be aware of specific Biblical references and read the the lyrics metaphorically to attempt to understand this existential poem to its full extent.
        The first verse begins with the lyrics, "I sit here clutching useless lists / and keys for doors that don't exist." The word "clutching" has already begun to paint a picture in the listener's mind. To "clutch" is to grip or hold tightly or firmly, as one would do with pieces of papers he is frustrated with. "Useless" further emphasizes the lyricist's discontent with his "lists" because of the negative connotation associated with the word. These "lists" may very well be scriptures. "Keys for doors that don't exist" would be quite useless, indeed, and are another example of something the lyricist has attained, but is unable to use to quite frankly, open the door to understanding. The next line, "I crack my teeth on pearls," connects to a passage in the book of Matthew: "Give not what is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before the swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you." Only by knowing this passage does this line come into the light of full comprehension. The distraught lyricist is explaining that he is incapable of understanding the value of the "pearls" presented to him; he is human swine, and  he can do no more than the simple, pointless act of cracking his teeth on them. The line, "I tear into the history" adds another area where he has searched, and found nothing. The last line of the first verse, "just show me what it means to me in this world." is a plea for understanding.
        The lead line of the second verse is, "I see the parts but not the whole," or simply put, "I can understand some, but not all." It is followed by: "I study saints and scholars both / no perfect plan unfurls" - another example of the lyricist's search. He has studied both reason and religion, but nothing comes to him. "No perfect plan unfurls" because he is human; not divine, and only God is aware of the perfect plan - a point made numerous times in the Bible. He is only able to act according to his humanity. "Do I trust my heart or just my mind" is the lyricist's questioning of following either faith or reason, and then the next line, "Why is truth so hard to find in this world," rounds the second verse out in a neat package of frustration.
        In the third verse, the lyricist gives additional examples of actions he has taken in attempt to understand: "I know that there's a point I've missed / a shrine or stone I haven't kissed / a scar that never graced my wrist / a mirror that hasn't met my fist." He has either missed some point of reason, not been faithful enough, not felt enough pain, or not expressed enough frustration. He cannot find the reason for his inability to understand. He knows that somewhere in the world, there is more.
        "'Cause I am due for a miracle," is the first line of the chorus. The lyricist is begging to understand, and because he is human, he is aware that the only way for him to attain that understanding is through a miracle. Christians are taught that God will come to them in the form of some sort of sign, and "I'm waiting for a sign" conveys that he has waited for his sign, and it has not yet come. He is still searching. The rest of the chorus, "I'll stare straight into the sun / And I won't close my eyes / 'Till I understand or go blind" is the whole point of the song. It is the matrix. Psalms 84:11 reads: "For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from the that walk uprightly." With this knowledge, the sun mentioned in "I'll stare straight into the sun" becomes more than the giant hydrogen-burning star in the sky. The sun is God. The lyricist will follow God, and will continue to follow him - even through the pain induced by staring at the sun - as denoted by the line, "And I won't close my eyes." He will follow until he finally understands or loses the capability to search for understanding - "'Till I understand or go blind." He will do so because he has faith that God will give grace and glory to those who walk uprightly.
        "Stare at the Sun" was written for far more than simple entertainment or the dollars earned through record sales. Thrice has stated that, "We've always tried to do a little more than just make music." The band donates a portion of the proceeds from record sales to a charity of their choice. To believe and have faith in a being that is intangible is a burden on the mind. Dustin Kensrue, the lyricist, wrote this piece to aid those who may be questioning their faith. He is sympathizing with them: he understands that keeping faith can be frustrating. The human condition can be frustrating. Not having the ability to understand can be frustrating. He wrote the lyrics to connect with his listeners, to let them know he understands that frustration, and even the pain they may be experiencing. He has experienced this questioning of faith - and come to a conclusion. They must keep believing. They must stare at the sun; because those who stare all their lives will be rewarded. This much deeper and more meaningful message could not be derived to its full extent without knowing the reference to Matthew in the first verse, the idea that God is perfect, and that the sun is a metaphor for God. Without these integrated aspects, "Stare at the Sun" would be a simple song expressing frustration with being human.

    Stare at the Sun
    I sit here clutching useless lists
    and keys for doors that don't exist
    I crack my teeth on pearls
    I tear into the history
    just show me what it means to me in this world

    'cause I am due for a miracle
    I'm waiting for a sign
    I'll stare straight into the sun
    and I won't close my eyes
    'til I understand or go blind

    I see the parts but not the whole
    I study saints and scholars both
    no perfect plan unfurls
    do I trust my heart or just my mind
    why is truth so hard to find in this world
    yeah in this world

    'cause I am due for a miracle
    I'm waiting for a sign
    I'll stare straight into the sun
    and I won't close my eyes
    'til I understand or go blind

    I know that there's a point I've missed
    a shrine or stone I haven't kissed
    a scar that never graced my wrist
    a mirror that hasn't met my fist
    but I can't help feeling like I'm

    due for a miracle
    I'm waiting for a sign
    I'll stare straight into the sun
    and I won't close my eyes

    Wednesday, October 20, 2010

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAAAARK

    You know I love you! Yahoo!

    :D

    So Apathetic...

    blah blah blah blah lifffffeee

    Yaaaaaaaawwwwwwnnn

    Off to Western Music~ then Lit Discussion, then the Farmer's Market with my MJ Delyani! ♥

    Sunday, October 17, 2010

    Random .gifs II





























    Your Ghetto Name:

    lolI'mbored.

    My name: Queshagurlobamanaytanay

    My Life is Okay.

    Yep. Okay.

    Not good, not great, not oh man, I'm rivalin' Santa's jollyness,

    but it's okay.

    So I don't get everything I want. That's okay.

    Okaaaaaaaaay.

    Blarg. Whatever! Ahaaaaaaa

    I'm sick. Stupid plague.

    BUT I still went dancin' last night. Was so fun. ♥

    Though I'm sad Mark didn't really have a good time. More than likely just not his thing. I love him anyway. :)

    Cory and I taught Logan how to dance. It was spectacular.

    And Tanner was awesome to dance with!! SO FUN! :D

    I sang myself hoarse. Ugh.

    Typing is so much easier than speaking right now.

    Oh God I just coughed on my laptop's screen. Hell dude... XD

    I finished The Guild. :( Need something new to watch... prolly will do Firefly finally.

    It's so weird, being in on a Saturday night. I feel like I need to be doing things. Or be nothere. It's good to take a break though, especially because my abs are going to be super ripped from coughing so much! Yeeeeeeaaaaah...

    Ryan's off seeing Brytnny. I bet they're so adorably happy right now! I'm happy knowing that they're having a good time. ♥

    So there's this guy in my dance class that's really cute and friendly, but I can't figure out if he's gay or not. lol. Everyone says it could be either way! ARGH! hah

    Bleeeeeeeeeeeh... kinda don't really care anyway.

    More things! Going to Fish Rap on Tuesday! Told James Shea I'd be there tonight. :] So exciting!! I LOVE FRL!

    Oh. I can go to FRL! because I dropped stupid LALS 80G. Good prof., but too much work for me to want to take the class for just freakin' GEs. GEs are so damned easy to get, why stress myself out over a class I could give 0 fucks about?

    Now I'm in Earth Catastrophes with Cam, Miguel, and Logan. So exciting. Even though I basically just sleep through it. Whatever. I liked the killer meteors movie. I WAS AWAKE FOR IT!!

    Blah blah blah blah blah... blah.

    D-hall sucked tonight. Fuckin' College 8.

    Went to Sushi Totoro on Friday. Was fantastic. Tried mocchi (sp?) for the first time. So amazingly delicious. Gummy ice cream stuff omg yay mouth so happy...

    I don't freakin' know dude. I'm just okay. Maybe I'd be happy if I weren't sick. Don't really know, don't really care, because I'm sick anyway! Woo....

    Casey's big audition is tomorrow. I hope for everyone and the world's sake that she makes it. I feel like she's got a good chance, but yeah, it's all up to them.

    I'm listening to Prince now. Love him. Especially 'cause we're dancin' to New Position in jazz dance. LOVE JAZZ DANCE.

    Man, this is a lot of ADD rambling. Meh. Whaaaaaaateveeeeer. What else do I have to do? Right. Nothing.

    I got a bodice today. Gonna rock Rocky Horror like a damned pro. It's gonna be so hot. Ehehehehehee. >:)

    Yeah... well.... I think I'm done for now. Yep.

    Monday, October 11, 2010

    Sunday, October 10, 2010

    Mooski #13 You Belong With Me -Taylor Swift

    I've got such a soft spot for this girl. Really.
    Also: video is hella cute. XD

    I'm Fightin' My Feelings

    ...and it's not going so well.

    My brain just doesn't understand... ug...

    Songs I Want to Learn!

    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/starlight_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/bliss_acoustic_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/cant_take_my_eyes_off_you_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/endlessly_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/hysteria_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/supermassive_black_hole_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/time_is_running_out_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/muse/undisclosed_desires_ver3_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/thrice/stare_at_the_sun_acoustic_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/ac_dc/you_shook_me_all_night_long_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/j/jimmy_eat_world/the_middle_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/j/jimmy_eat_world/pain_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/k/kaiser_chiefs/ruby_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/k/kings_of_leon/use_somebody_ver3_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/o/offspring/want_you_bad_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/f/foo_fighters/best_of_you_ver4_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/k/keith_urban/kiss_a_girl_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/thrice/artist_in_the_ambulance_acoustic_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/taylor_swift/you_belong_with_me_ver3_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/all-american_rejects/swing_swing_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/s/starship/nothings_gonna_stop_us_now_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/p/plain_white_ts/1_2_3_4_ver5_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/p/plain_white_ts/our_time_now_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/r/relient_k/best_thing_ver4_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/s/switchfoot/stars_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/0-9/30_seconds_to_mars/kings_and_queens_ver3_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/0-9/30_seconds_to_mars/the_kill_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/0-9/30_seconds_to_mars/vox_populi_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/blink_182/all_the_small_things_crd.htm
    • http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/b/blink_182/first_date_ver2_crd_972766id_30072010date.htm
    • http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/b/blink_182/i_miss_you_ver6_crd_987453id_13092010date.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bloodhound_gang/bad_touch_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/m/metro_station/shake_it_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/this_providence/my_beautiful_rescue_crd.htm
    • http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/y/yellowcard/only_one_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/adam_lambert/for_your_entertainment_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/adam_lambert/mad_world_ver4_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/a/adam_lambert/whataya_want_from_me_ver7_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/boys_like_girls/thunder_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/l/lifehouse/hanging_by_a_moment_ver4_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/l/linkin_park/in_the_end_ver2_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/t/taylor_swift/love_story_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bobby_mcferrin/dont_worry_be_happy_ver4_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bon_jovi/its_my_life_ver4_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/bon_jovi/you_give_love_a_bad_name_crd.htm
    • http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/f/fountains_of_wayne/stacys_mom_ver2_crd.htm

    Thursday, October 7, 2010

    Lit1 Close Reading #1

    Darlene McCoy
    Madeline McDonald Lane
    LIT1
    7 October 2010
    Attitude in the Anders
    Anders, the protaganist in Tobais Wolff’s short story, “Bullet in the Brain”, is a broken man. The loves of his life - simple words, phrases, passages - no longer bring him the joy they once used to. Anders is a book critic, and he does not take his job lightly. He is a man to be feared and abhorred in the literary world, for he, "dispatches almost everything he reviews with a weary, elegant savagrey" (190). Yet, even feared critics need to visit the local bank from time to time to take care of ordinary matters - it's just a shame that poor Anders had no idea that it would be his last.
    At the opening of the short story, Anders is standing in a too large for reason line behind two women having a "loud, stupid conversation," and it puts him in a rather snotty mood. When the teller attending the giant line closes her position, one of the women turns around and makes a comment about it, looking for Anders' approval. Being the amazingly sarcastic person he is, Anders responds, "Damned unfair. Tragic, really. If they're not chopping off the wrong leg, or bombing your ancestral village, they're closing off their positions" (190). The woman turns around to look at her friend for her approval of her displeasure with Anders, but her friend’s attention is on others in the room. These others, men in blue suits and ski masks, approach the bank’s guard and put a pistol to his neck. The man holding the pistol yells across the room, "One of you tellers hits the alarm, you're all dead meat. Got it?" (191). Anders, once again, replies as any gutsy, snappy, sardonic book critic in the situation would, "Oh bravo," he says, "Dead meat,” and then turning to his already insulted lady-aquaintance from earlier, “Great script, eh? The stern, brass-knuckled poetry of the dangerous classes” (191).
    As the robbery scence progresses, Anders continues to make his backhanded bitter comments, and they finally draw the attention of the man with the pistol. The man pushes the weapon into Anders’ stomach, which Anders notes because it tickles him, and instead of laughing, he fixes his gaze on the man’s eyes because he figures that laughing in front of a rather batty man with a loaded gun is not an idea that would be beneficial to the prolonging of his life. Because staring contests are somewhat awkward, the criminal asks Anders, in quite the vulgar manner, to stop. Anders looks down then, to the man’s shoes, which he also apparently does not approve of, since he then uses the gun to prop up Anders’ chin, forcing him to stare at the ceiling of the bank.
    Anders, once again, on instinct, begins to criticize the art adorning the ceiling. He describes it as, “Even worse than he remembered, and [that] all of it [was] executed with utmost gravity” (192). He especially takes note of a scene in which Zeus and Europa are portrayed as a bull eying a rather scandalous cow. The cow’s “canted hips” and “long, droopy eyelashes” create quite the ruckus in Anders’ brain, and his amusement annihilates his attempts at a serious demeanor. The criminal detects Anders’ breaking of face, and demands of him, “What’s so funny, bright boy?” to which Anders replies, “Nothing.” The robber then adds, “You fuck with me again, you’re history. Capiche?” (192).
    Anders cannot help himself. The poor man’s attempts to hold back his laughter finally prove to be futile. He bursts out laughing, and the criminal replies by raising the gun, and shooting the satirical best-seller slaughterer in the head. Ironically, Anders’ life flashes before his eyes - but he does not see his first love, his wife, or his daughter before the bullet exits his brain - he recounts only a memory from his childhood. He remembers the intense heat of a summer day on a baseball field, the local neighborhood boys chatting about something he perceived as so trivial it was oppressive, and a certain boy’s words. These words, these grammatically incorrect, piercing words, “They is. They is. They is,” echo throughout Anders’ brain during the last milliseconds of his life. He recalls his feelings toward them - how he was roused and elated by their total unexpectedness; how that unexpectedness was music to his ears. The bullet bids farewell to its delicate jelly-like obstruction, taking with it, its “comet tail of memory and hope and talent and love” (193). Then his life ends. Anders is no more.
    Authors, writers, and poets do not always simply write for pleasure. While the wit written into this short tale is quite entertaining all on its own - “Bullet in the Brain” does have an actual meaning behind its creation. This man - this Anders - is presented as a grumbling, ill-tempered, querulous person who has worked in such a quantity, and with such quality that the joy he used to receive from doing so is naught but a childhood memory. He can no longer appreciate the one thing in the world he loved more than any other; he can no longer appreciate the power of words, and because he cannot, he cannot be genuinely content with any other aspect of his life. Even on the threshold of death, he is incapable of remembering certain points in his life that one would think to be significant - nothing but the misguided phrase “They is.” “They is” - the simple, mindless, alluring phrase spoken by a bumbling boy on a summer’s day - the unexpected and beautiful incorrectness that Anders could never tire of; the odd bliss he felt in the core of his mind: “They is” is all he could remember, because it was one thing in the world that had the ability to entrance him. He extracts this memory of happiness from some corner of his mind, and then the bullet snatches it from him. Anders’ happiness, the echoing words, leave him in the “comet tail of memory and hope and talent and love” (193). At this point in the time, the reader feels some sort of remorse for this misery of a once man, now corpse. But why? Why does the reader feel anything for this antagonizing man? Anders never lived his life the way Tobias Wolff implies that he should have. And what is Wolff implying? Live life to its fullest, because life sometimes ends abruptly and unexpectedly. Do not get caught up in the solemn seriousness of life, because the not-so-serious experiences in life will be missed, and honestly, what else is there to do in life but live, and let live?

    Wednesday, October 6, 2010

    "Look At Me Go! :("

    So the craziness that is apparently an innate part of B5 hit like a truck the other day.

    I'm not going to go into a lot of it -- but OH MAN. Fucking insane shit, dude.

    Let's put it this way... Logan and Kendal had a "talk."

    Annnnnnnnnd now he's not really so much allowed to be near the downtown house.

    Yep.

    I found out yesterday -- duuuuuuurrr. Logan's a close friend of mine, of course I know, right?! hah

    Anyway, I'm going to not post my opinions on things (right now?). I honestly don't even know what my opinions are... I just want my friends to be okay. :(

    But! I do want to say... to either of you, 'cause y'know, both of ya'll read this here blogger-thingger, if you need to talk... please come find me. Even if I have a mountain of LALS homework (which I probably will ~.~), I will sit and chat with you for as long as you need. It's what friends do! ♥

    I love you both. Lots. :]

    There's also going to be another post later as to why I was pissed as fuck last night.

    Mini-rant, go! Yahoooo!

    Tuesday, October 5, 2010

    For the Lawls.

    "Hey what's up you silly fuck?!"
    "Don't call me a fuck!"
    "...but you're my favorite fuck!"

    *facepaaaaaalm

    Monday, October 4, 2010

    I Really Like This...

    Ganked from Frankie's Tumblr.
    It’s the details that I can’t get enough of. It’s the difference in the sizes of our hands; your fingers and knuckles make mine look like twigs. It’s the way I have to tilt my head back and look up at you to say, “Bitch.” It’s the way you could crush me if you hugged me just a little too hard. It’s just a fetish for that one place I can unabashedly confess, “I’m fragile,” in a world where I have to know, have to believe, and have to yell, “I’m unbreakable.”

    Sunday, October 3, 2010

    Just Amusing.


    Mooski #12 Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds to Mars

    I like them. It's a good song. :)

    There's no actual meaning to this song other than I enjoy the music.

    That's a first! Hah

    Overview of the Weekend

    K so -- things started out with Date Night!

    Which went really well. Like really, really well.

    Exceeeeeeept for the fact that for some God awful stupid reason I don't like him.

    Stupid stupid stupid. ARGH.

    Anyway, realization of not liking said person so much killed half a Saturday with bad feelings.

    Then people showed up.

    And there was booze.

    And I was intoxicated quickly.

    And bad feelings sort of went away. 

    Freshman gave me a lot of candy! And Red Bull! Mmmmmm! :]

    Then Michael showed up... some balls were tripped.

    I think I spent time in my room then, trying not to freak out, I guess.

    I ended up wandering between my room and the living room...

    Theeeen I pulled Logan out to talk...

    Admitted that I still like him 'n stuff... (!)

    Talked about some other things...

    annnnnnd sort of cried all over him a little bit...

    Oh dear.

    After talking with Logan, I went upstairs to talk to Ryan...

    Who of course, just made me feel better. Gotta love Ryan!

    After that, it was like 11 already and we proceeded to leave Porter and head to Rayne's.

    Housewarming party, of course!

    Finally got to talk to Michael. Thanks Logan for shoving me out the door!  Everything there is now "fixed."

    We were having a blast there (lesbian orgy in the closet! ♥), but her new housemates freaked Rayne out and stuff...

    Which, y'know, turned things a little sour. Just a little.

    We headed out at like... 2 - 2:30? Dunno. Just went to Kendal's place for a bit. Alec and Logan ended up crashing there... They have a really freaking cute kitty.

    Left Kendal's at like 3 AM, got back to Porter, and proceeded to pass the fuck out.

    Now it's morning... and I'm just like... holy good fuck, what the hell do I do with my life?

    I guess I should take a shower. Go eat at the d-hall. Do normal things.

    I did everything I wanted to last night... mission accomplished... but I didn't really think of what might happen this week and today. Kind of worried because some shit did go down last night.

    Well. Actually. I don't think anything is going to happen. I'm just gonna go back to being somewhat lonely single me who has hardly any interest in anyone. I feel like I have a switch... and someone turned it off... or that somehow, I've learned to be so emotionally detached to people though the craziness of my life, that it's hard for me to have feelings for anyone outside of my friend group. Geeeeeeeeeeez my brain hurts.

    Oh and most of Porter now knows I'm crazy as fuck. I'm not really the most quiet person.

    OH WELL. :)

    Tonight

    Shit Fuck Tits Balls Assholes ARGH Doom Destruction Sleep Sleepy ARGH Damnit.

    Saturday, October 2, 2010

    ARGH THE WORLD

    Man, I feel like crap.

    Tonight is going to be intense.

    All Bad.

    I've been on some awesome dates in the past two weeks.

    But there's still no emotional attachment for me...

    ARGH!

    I like this guy 'cause he's cute, nice, tells me I'm pretty and is a damned good kisser... I guess.

    Dunno...

    Dear problem, fix yourself? Please?

    Lots of Links, Lots of Music

    http://www.8notes.com/scores/9544.asp?ftype=gif
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