Serving in Silence

1. Describe these reactions:

A. Military: A law had been established years earlier stating that homosexuals would be discharged. They were surprised when Margarethe willingly admitted that she was a lesbian.

B. Father: He as just a little shocked, but he took it well, even though he had mixed feelings. He said: "I'm sorry you had to say anything about this. I hope it doesn't hurt your carrier."
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C. Children Each Son (s): The three oldest ones are completely okay with it, and they even say that they already knew. The youngest, however, is in denial right up until the end of the movie, when he finally re-conciliates with his mother.


2. Margarethe's decision to tell:

A. the military: She was being interviewed to be a general ad when she was asked if she had committed immoral practices she asked what they meant by that. She answered  that she was a lesbian, but that it was only an emotional connection to women, it was who she is, her identity, not because of the physical contact of sexuality.

B. her children: She was almost forced to resign from the army or she would be discharged. Before anything happened, she decided to tell her children so that they heard it first from her.

C. her father: Her father wanted to move in with her, so she felt it was the moment to tell him.


3. What is your reaction to this true story? Do you believe that she should have kept her secret or told it to everyone? Explain your reasons why.

As a group, we came to the conclusion that this true story was inspiring because she was very brave by accepting who she was. We believe that she made the right decision, because it is better to be at peace with yourself and be honest rather than having to hide how you feel and being dishonest. To fight for her and every other homosexual rights was a good quality for her to have. Having told everyone she made a difference, sure at first there were some consequences but it was worth it at the end. 

4. (?) How would Dr. Kinsey explain the Margarethe Cammermeyer's sexuality?
She is a mother of 4 boys so how can she be lesbian? Is it her choice?

As a group, we find it hard to use this scale because one moves through it. It's possible that she didn't know she was homosexual until she fell in love with a woman; this could help explain how she is a mother despite being a lesbian. I don't think she is "any less of a lesbian" (as odd and ridiculous as that sounds) because she has kids; if she feels she is a lesbian, then she is. Ultimately, I believe she would be a 4 on the Kinsey Scale due to the fact that she lived as a heterosexual woman until the events in the story. Finally, I don't think anyone chooses to be heterosexual or homosexual; I certainly don't remember choosing to be heterosexual. Therefore, I don't think it's her choice, it's just who she is.

5. Personally I find that she had no other choice but to face it all, if you believe in something  you must be willing to face the world and defend it. In the end she did exactly that.

Synopsis of the movie: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114395/plotsummary 

I leave this song here that suits the mood

Literary Contest

Victory

Humans through the flow of time compete, they wage wars and fight for a just cause in order to prove their superiority. One can change the name of it, whether it’s a fight, war or competition it’s all the same. All of these things are just different ways of people trying to be superior in some aspects, whether is a physical superiority or an intellectual kind. It is a natural phenomenon that is born as we are children, one can try to draw a nice Crayola picture of mommy and daddy, but when the child sees how the other child is doing the same exact thing there is a certain sense of unease if not anger. The child wants to be better than the other one due to him looking to the side, had he not done so, there would be no need for him to work harder, but there would also be no need for him to see how far he can go. In general, the need of competition is born out of observing another being, there is a dominant psychological trait in the human being that makes them want to dominate and submit others to their will, hence proving superiority. Of course a child won’t have it to that extent, but if left to time everything grows exponentially. This being said, in the past month our teacher Professor Pittman  made us participate in a literary contest, in which the author of this essay participated in the poetry category. Now what could have possibly made me actually participate?

                First, the psychological implications, well in the beginning I told you about the child and what not. Well that’s the case with me as well, I wanted to prove that I was the best at what I do, to receive a prize for my efforts. It’s a certain sense of satisfaction one feels when they reach a goal, in my case it’s winning. I feel there is a general desire I want to appease, a certain longing is felt if I don’t fulfill it. To explain it further lets create an example: Imagine you are a boxer fighting for a world title. You trained your whole life for this moment, you beat your body dry in order to reach this goal you set out to do. Your opponent wants this just as much as you, the person trained and worked hard just as you to reach this moment. The bell rings and the fight breaks out, you both seize each other up trading blows and it slowly becomes a slug-fest. By the sixth round both of you are exhausted, his last left hook took a chunk out of your ribs and your last jab took a swing at his eye. By now both of you are at the critical point in fatigue, in an effort to finish the match you both entrust the last of the energy left into one fist and swing. At the last second the lights go out, you feel a sudden impact beside your ear followed by another on the back of the head. All of the s sudden the body feels too heavy and you can almost hear the blurred sound of a man saying some words. When you finally get up it is over, your opponent won the match and the world tittle you worked for so hard, there is anger, and there is frustration as well as fury. It doesn't matter to you that you tried the hard and gave it your all, he won the match and world attention, as for you, you won nothing and came back empty handed. There is no satisfaction in defeat, this situation is the general event that happens in the everyday life of people as well as the natural psychological reaction of a person. When I participated, I had only one intention: Win.

               

                In conclusion, after all the effort I made I was ‘knocked out’ (reference of the second paragraph) my poem didn’t even received a mentioning. In a way I knew it wouldn’t, criticizing the government isn’t really a beautiful or raw emotional thing about myself, it only portrayed a frustrating I have with the system that seems to forget who made them happen. At first it hit me hard, the want I had for winning was high and it took me a while to absorb the blow. In the end I realized that the only person that needed to like my work was me that no amounts of prize could ever replace the love I have for my own poetry and this was the result of a psychological impulse.

link to examples of speeches: http://www.speechanddebate.org/competitionevents

 this song suits the mood

Skitt

Well the making of the skitt was ardous, honestly I really did not like doing it for the fact that I felt rushed and forced to do so, I mean it was fun, but at the expense of losing sleep and feeling like I wasted valuable time. None the less, here it is.

Title: Keeping up with the Normans

Group: The Zodiacs

Plot summary: In this short drama we have a typical dinner of a southern family turn into a huge tension fit. All of this due to the news the kids and wife have for the idealist husband…

Poem: Epitaph – Timothy Steele

Characters:

Edward Norman (father): Chris Aquino

Rebecca Norman (mother): Jessica Robles

Margaret Norman (daughter): Valerie Orlando

John Norman (son): Lemuel Rivera

Mathew Norman (son): Raúl Vargas

José Gonzalez (boyfriend): José Gonzalez

*The family is seated for as usual for dinner.*

Edward: Alright family, dinner is ready. (Walks in scene)

Margaret: Umm, Dad? I forgot to tell you that my boyfriend is coming over to eat with us.

Edward:  Erm, well it’s alright. I guess it’s somewhat unannounced, but we have enough food to share. What is he like? Where is he from? Where did you meet him?

Rebeca: Edward, honey, relax. Have some faith in our daughter. I’m sure she takes from me; she knows how to pick ‘em.

Edward: Alright, alright. I’ll just ask him when he gets here.

*knocking on door*

Margaret: That must be him, I’ll get it.

*The rest of the family resumes small talk*

Margaret: Well, family this is Jose. Jose, this is my father, mother, and my two brothers John and Mathew.

Jose: It’s an honor to be here, thank you for having me here Mr. Norman. (Proceeds to shake hand)

*Edward looks at him in a strange way*

Edward: Thank you, sit down. (As an order)

John: Well, Dad, there was this football game yesterday and our team completely clobbered the other school’s team. I mean, you should’ve been there. We grinded them to dust.

*Edward remains with his stare fixated on Jose*

Edward: Yeah, son. Sure sounds like a game. How about you Jose? Do you play any sports?

Jose: Yeah, I guess I dabble with some soccer.

Edward: Dabble? So, you don’t like commitment? Where did you learn this dabble?

Jose: Well, from my family. They learned back home.

Edward: Hm, where are you from?

Jose: Well, I am from here, but my family migrated from Mexico.

Edward: As illegal immigrants!?

Margaret: Dad!!

Edward: I have to ask for our own good!

Jose: No, sir. My family migrated legally.

Matthew: Dad, I think you should calm down.

John: Mat has a point, Dad. You’re taking it too far.

Edward: Too far!? Have I not raised you kids better than this? You are pure American, just like me. It is our job to defend the point of which our country is based.

Margaret: Dad, this is enough, you’re being a bigot.

Edward: Don’t you dare talk to your father that way, miss!

Rebeca: Hun, you’ve gotten too far. Sit down and apologize to Jose.

Edward: Oh, you’re defending the outsider too?

Jose: Don’t worry, I can just leave.

Margaret: No, Jose!

Rebecca: Please stay, dear.

Edward: Rebecca!

Rebecca: Edward.

John: Dad!

Edward: John!

Margaret: Dad!

Edward: Margaret!

Matthew: I’m gay…

Edward: WHAT!?

Matthew: Hm? Oh, nothing. The pasta is really good.

Edward: What did you say, son?

Mathew: Well, Dad. Honestly, I wouldn’t know how to tell you this, but I am gay.

Edward: What!? I thought I raised you better than this! You dare insult me like this, son? After all I’ve done for you?

John: Well, now that we’re confessing our thoughts, Dad, I’m an atheist.

Edward: You too? No, don’t tell me my whole family has gone rouge on me. Rebecca, please make some sense of this.

Rebeca: Honestly, I can’t help. I have been meaning to tell you this, but my father was African American.

Edward: So, you’re telling me filth runs in my bloodline? Oh, no! You know what? I need some air.

*storms out furious*

*stops and looks at the audience*

Edward: As the poet Timothy Steele would say: “Here lies my family’s dignity, it wasn’t golden, not even yellow”.

*leaves* *Family resumes dinner*

Margaret: I am so sorry for what happened. Really, he isn’t a bad man. He just thinks he still lives in that old world of his.

Jose: It’s alright. I am sure he will come around eventually.

Rebeca: It is either that or he won’t step a foot in here. Knowing him, it’ll take a while before he cools off.

John: Dad will be dad, though. Mat, how long have you been gay?

Mathew: Remember when I went skinny dipping in the lake with the lacrosse team?

John: Yeah?

Mathew: Use your imagination. How about you?

John: Remember the burnt pile of bibles in the nun’s locker room?

Mathew: You didn’t!

John: Nope, but I paid someone else to do it and framed the school bully.

*Everyone starts laughing*

Scene ends

link to examples of plays http://www.10-minute-plays.com/dramas/

goes with the theme

A room with little view

A room with little to no substantial view is what I saw in the movie "A room with a view" why is that? In the 1800's we see the blatant discrimination the Italian and British had upon woman acting out of the normative character. This can be seen on how people treated the protagonist for her particular way of being. This is actually still a constant threat in our current society, we live in a room with a little view. Meaning that society tries to establish a standard norm for anything in existence, they try to create a standard way of being for people when it doesn't necessarily mean its right. If society deems murder as something just, would that mean it is correct in all sense, the reply to this depends on the person, it depends on how you truly view right from wrong. Instead of this, people attach themselves to the collective thought rather than remaining with their individual sense of duality, all due to it being 'easier' since going with the flow is better than riding against it.

In the movie we see how very few would go against it, but it seems futile no? Why does it seem so futile to go up current? Why do very few try that? Well it is due to indoctrination, Imagine your whole life going in a single direction of forward, you don't do anything but go forward. Other than going forward there is nothing else but forward. After a while a friend comes up to you and tells you that there is another direction(backwards). The first reaction you might hence is negation, I mean all your life you were taught the forward was the single most important and only direction, how could there be two?After that there will be an incidental mental breakdown that will force the mind to choose whether what society says is true or not. In the end, it is a fifty fifty thing, personally I am not a big fan of collectivism, I prefer an individualistic society of thinkers than a unified society of hollowed heads.

Plot sumary: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091867/

This is basically what I think

Trifles

We live in a society where people lack awareness of details, by this I mean small things in out every day life that seem unimportant, but they lead to great things. Have you ever stopped from your every day monotonous activities and observe those who are around you? Stopped to observe their small ticks and sudden movements, even those little habits they have in partaking certain body movements? If you ever did you might notice that there is so much more to them by just viewing those details, that there is a reason behind it. Say you see a friend constantly touching his hand and gripping it, he might of had an accident or maybe he plays boxing. The reasons and story behind it could be something extraordinary, yet in this world we reside in no one really pays attention to those trifles. The general population is fixated on the big picture in a way where they cant see anything else, they see their goal, but never worry about the road in between. In other words, it is like you seeing a huge city and not noticing the slums surrounding it, not noticing the pain of those who are working just to get there.

In Trifles we actually see this, we see how (spoiler alert) investigator do a lazy job due to their lack of focus on the details, they thought so little of it that they missed the most crucial of evidence to solving the case. It is thanks to their lack of care that these women got away with it. Moral of it all, details matter, often on our day to day basis we overlook details and we more or less end up like those investigators. If one wants to avoid it, observe your surroundings and pay attention to that which doesn't seem interesting, you might discover something important that you never expected.

sumary of triffles: http://www.gradesaver.com/trifles/study-guide/summary-part-i

a song to go with it all , it made me think of this

Relfection on Blog

Well readers our journey was short, not so lively but I really did enjoy doing this. I guess in a way this type of writing gave me the freedom i really desired. I feel alive writting in this blog as if the world could just shut it and read what i am clearly saying. The beauty of having a blog is exactly that, the world is the possible audience as they watch your every word and criticize it for what its worth, but what is a word worth? To some it is worth their life, they spend most of it fighting and dying due to it. To other it is worth their freedom, they spend their whole lives imprisoned for using their life. To a minority it is worth the life of others, they spend their whole lives endangering others due to them not knowing how to use their word. What do you think reader? In this blog I have the power to create and destroy a nation, to choose who lives and dies both directly and indirectly, of course it is all under potential. Still, think of it, the power of the feather is mighty indeed, this blog has taught me such lesson.

My post only really centralize on ideals and different views of the world, take for an instance the one I was discussing about the cold war. To be honest I quite enjoyed it, I felt more like a reporter and it gave me a little bit more of an edge when I was writing and investigating. I  discovered things I already knew but also things I didn't, spending those hours learning really did me wonders. It helped me widen my perspective over this world and how does jurnalism and the media influence it heavily. This world would be much more boring withought the free media.

Well enough's enough, I shouldn't be veering off subject, reader I ask you if you had a blog what would you write? Would you use that power for selfish reasons or for selfless ones? Do you realize how much your word is worth today in this democratic nation? If not then I invite you to use it, to put into play your power and see where your mind takes you at the end of the day. As for me I am just gonna continue to play with swords and feathers to really see what is best, I look forward to writting more for you darling....

blog samples: http://www.hongkiat.com/blog/11-most-popular-blog-design-styles-with-examples/

Side note: If you want to read the post I mentioned, here is the link: http://rocinantedelamancha.blogspot.com/2015/04/war.html

Jugular poem: We the..

There is a special place in hell for men like us,

Men who are on the hunt of power,

Men who defy god,

And dare steal from death.

Yes, we are the immortal mortals of society,

The filth that manages to be clean,

We are the chaos in your ears,

And the silence behind your tears.

We are the tyrants,

The monsters disguised as prophets and saviors,

But we do not speak of peace,

No we speak of dominance,

We mandate submission of the people,

for a complete and unilateral worship.

We are your eyes,

Your ears,

And your every fear.

For us, you are entertainment,

For you, we are called,

Government….

poem samples: http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-poems.html

This poem was inspired by this speech:

Journal

Part of my class has been spent on these journal entries that to be honest at first I detested. Yes reader I must be honest with you, as a man with as many classes as I do, I found it a waste of time and energy invested into writing those entries when I could be doing other things like studying for chemistry, Calculus 2 or Programming since those other classes were far more useful to me. Don't get me wrong I do love writing, its an addiction really, but my natural sense of rebellion makes me hate any attempt that forces me to do something at a given time. I naturally enjoy roaming free and going where my pen takes me in this wondrous creative world. That being said, it became so difficult, even frustrating, for me to work on the journal, it made me anxious and nervous having to be restricted and obligated to do something.

In a way this work taught me a lesson on how the real world is like, not always we will agree with what we are ordered to do, nor will we like it as well, but in this world we have to do things we don't like or don't want to achieve our goals. I hated this work from the bottom of my soul, enough for me to write a short story per entry instead, yet I respected the work due to the lesson it taught me, honestly I don't feel comfortable sharing some information on the entries with you readers per say due to how personal it is and what i wrote shouldn't see daylight at all. That being said, after I got accustomed to the journal i wrote some pretty deep things about myself and how I viewed the world, I learned new things about me that i never knew. I also learned about my own flaws due to this method, I we are our best critiques when it comes to seeing what is wrong with us.

In the end I did enjoy the journal, though I would never, ever, do this again, seriously it was too stressful to keep up with. Id rather write as I please and criticize myself as I see fit.

Journal samples: http://www.palgrave-journals.com/pal/information/free_articles.html

This song relates with how i felt doing this work: 

War

Well in the previous post I gave you, the reader, a direct insight on the Cold War from a general neutral perspective(if you have not read the part one of this then I implore you to do so, here is the link, http://rocinantedelamancha.blogspot.com/2015/03/a-talk-of-war.html Now  in this post i'll analyse what the Cold War meant in the mini series The 60's. To those who saw the series you saw how Brian returned in a different state when he came back from the war than when we started, Picture this, imagine fighting for something bigger than your self, something you truly find reason to feel it is an absolute truth, that said you should be able to succeed.What happens when you don't? Is what you fought for a lie to yourself? Society teaches us as kids that the truth always prevails above all, thanks to that is that Brian truly believed in the war until the very end, when the "Truth always prevail" didn't win the war and made him doubt everything he has fought for up to that point. This problem was shared across all the returned veterans from Vietnam.

You must be asking yourself how can the truth not prevail? It is simple, there is no single truth, I mean there is no absolute truth, we all think that what we fight for is a just cause but so does our enemies, so does the man on the other side who lifted a gun against you for the sake of his children. To us they are monsters and to them we are the real monster, who has the truth? The answer is none.
The truth is just a convenience that the government uses to wage war, truth meaning just cause. Due to this Brian became a victim of the system he sought to defend with ought seeing their real motifs behind it all.

The grim reality of it all is that this happens on our daily basis, what happened in the 60's today we call is Iraq and Afghanistan, the communist we so feared back then we replaced with terrorist. The fear of back then still exist to this day, the truth we sought is nothing but the figment of a good lie told to both sides. In that sense the show teaches us that the first causality in a war is the truth, (possible quote here that i don't remember) in the end we see many men like Brain when all is lost...

history of war: http://www.historyofwar.org/

A talk of war

Now the reason of this post is due to a very important historical event in the 60's series, Vietnam war or intervention as some veterans call it. Now to introduce those who know little of this, during the 60's tensions between the US and the Soviet Union had been escalating drastically, both super powers had high ambitions and wanted to reach the top before the other could ever hope to. This lead to the space race, the advanced evelopment race and other types of unimaginable races. Those two nations were competing on every single front possible, this lead them to have sort of an undeclared implicit war, which was the Cold War.

So you are probably reading this questioning yourself on what was or is a cold war? Well to sum it up in a less complex way, what is our typical wars like?
Lets label down the things we do:
1. Mobilize ships and planes.
2. Send troops.
3. Fight the enemy at their home or ours until someone wins.
That's basically a typical war, now the cold war has its special name since we are missing the third thing we do in a typical war in that case. The diference with the cold war was that there was no type of fighting between US and Soviet Union in their backyards, in fact it was in the backyards of other nations.

Now you are asking yourself who the hell would let two superpowers duke it out in their country? The answer is no one, no one would willingly allow such thing, in fact not even the superpowers would if you would leave it to them, but what would happen if a nation is suporting the dictatorship of another, providing money and armament?  To make this a bit simpler, lets compare it to having a debt. Now there are two kinds of debts moral and economical, out of both of them which do you think is easier to pay off? The easier one is economical, you owe someone a buck well you pay them back, it is much easier than paying back someone you owe your life to. This same logic is applied with Vietnam, The Soviet Union provided it with assistance of any type in order for them to get another "ally", but as this happened the US was in their corner realizing that the more territory the enemy gets the harder itll be to beat them. The only way to beat them there would be to support a minority rebel faction and instead of providing them with guns and training like the soviets did, the US believed that if you leave the job to monkeys they will throw poo at eachother, so they sent troops. This is basically the Vietnam War.

Well, to be honest the Cold War is much more than just Vietnam, hell it was a massive fight that pushed the worlds biggest super powers to their witts end. This means it is to wide to cover, but for this blog post I covered the general idea of it, basially the physica fights were mosty just like Vietnam. Also the reason why I covered this is due to one of the main characters in the series becoming a soldier and he was leaving for Vietnam. Back then, most citizens didnt realize what going to that war meant, while some did, like that cristian teacher who was against it, others realy didnt inform themselves on what was going on behind the wire and just followed patriotism. Honestly I believe in the right of a human knowing what is he or she risking their life for, but sometimes the ideal belief isnt fit for the reality, for now this was just A Talk of War.

Cold war: http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/what%20was%20the%20cold%20war.htm

this song relates: 

Reflection on: On Looking

It is peculiar how in our society we live shut inside out own minds. To this day in our world there are multiple worlds created by the use of technology, though all of these are closed away d to fear, fear of judgement and regret. This is why we live blind bumping around in the dark, hoping to bump into what we look for.Question is how long can we continue to use closed minds to hide our essence from this world, what are the repercussions? If we go back in history to the world wars, why were they started? People talk about it's inevitability, how two people who are different will always end up subjugating one another, but I cant help to think how that is wrong in my eyes. Let us take an example: Say if you were to take an hour of your life to comprehend all that is around you, you might find that there is more to our every day life than meets the eye. Look at your fan and just observe how so many people must of held it before reaching you, think about the man who created it, the worker that crafted it, his boss, the boss's kids, the kids friend etc. There is so much history and ideas that surround us, i find it so hard to understand how we just blindly walk around as if it weren't there, as if it was just naturally given to us as a gift and not the result of blood sweat and tears. Maybe if we just looked around and saw it for more that just a fan it could help us understand how the world is. If we understand people and the world through this than there can not be any more wars, people fight due to lack of understanding.

On looking seems to really empathize this idea, n
ot the stopping war, but the idea of observing and paying attention to everything we do and don't do in our every day lives. That crack on the street, the mailman and the car that must 've almost hit you is part of a bigger imagine. The problem is that you can focus on both, to pay attention to one thing involves you ignoring rest of the world while you dedidcate yourself exclusively to that as if it was normal. If we observe just one thing we miss out on the rest, we cant just focus on both at once. Though I believe we can take turns n it, every day seeing something new in our monotonous life.

Going to the original idea, I had mentioned technology, I think it has become potential bridge to the minds of people, people who want to be observed and understood. I think that the reason the author wrote this is to show us how many details we miss on a daily life, it is slowly teaching us how to take control of the most
important part of us, our life.






If you want to buy the book": http://www.amazon.com/On-Looking-Walkers-Guide-Observation/dp/1439191263

This song has a lot to do:

My Identity

   It is quite ironic, usually humans stop to think upon who they are and all they have are temporal answers since they immediately change in a fraction of a second. One day they are a socialist, another day they become a capitalist, one day they want to wage war and then they want peace. It its rather strange, the fact that in such a short lifespan we change so much from one second to another, I often wonder if its the same with animals, do they contemplate the changes in them or just let it pass by  since they wont live long. Why do we develop identity? Maybe it is just a comfort, a justification to our individuality in a world or nation that seems to foment collectivism, which in itself is an identity, everything itself is an identity and it is up to us to choose which ones fit and which ones don't.

  Now going to the main part, who am I? I often ask myself that, every time I look in the mirror I find myself questioning my existence and its importance to the world. The problem with that is it makes one feel like an insignificant ant in a city. Back to the question, there is so much about me that makes me who I am really, I cant really put it to single small details for they are huge. To put it a bit more coherent, I am the result of all the influences and decisions made by me or for me, which means everything in my life is my identity. If I can find the main things that are part of the current me, let's start with the cornerstone, Buddhism. I follow the path of a Transcendentalist Buddhist, this was of my own decision and it means that I mix a lot of different beliefs in my Buddhist practice. I believe right and wrong are relative to the person and every one of use establish that. I use this concept to craft out what I think is right and wrong, but also respecting what others thing is right and wrong so long as they don't force themselves upon me or try to subordinate me. I respect and cherish individualism, what defines me a lot is my individual way of being, I enjoy being on my own and experiencing different things while I discover what I like and  don't. I am also extremely pragmatic I firmly believe in the words of Niccolo Machiavelli "The ends justify the means" and I
am willing to risk my life for my goals and ideals. For me, knowledge is power, so i spend my days reading and learning everything that happens in this world. I believe that we can not close our eyes to this world and just be indifferent to the problems that happen, it is our duty, as citizens of the world, to learn about what happens and draft out our perspectives based on it. There is so much to write about that even my mind is having trouble putting in single thoughts for me to type, what else can I say? I enjoy freedom and being able to make my own decisions, I care little to what anyone tells me about what I do since it is my life and I chose to live this way. I find art in everything, I believe for everything there should be passion and that is what makes it an art, when we feels passion we create worlds.

  To sum this all up, the result of all these influences give birth to who I am. I am a man of steel and fire, who walks upon this path I have chosen with a goal and ideal that pushes me forward. I take on life head on and use my fear to challenge myself, I constantly learn from this world as it from me and I cherish every second I am alive. If I fall I will always rise back up and keep fighting, I keep moving forward and give it my all. I often believe that we are what secrets we choose to show and that is how I am. So this is a small fragment of who I am for the reader. If you(the reader) feel the need to know more, then simply watch me, not as small grains of sand moved by the wind, but as a dance of sand and wind. Observe me as I move about in this world and proceed to make my name known to it, maybe then you will know more of me, maybe then will you find a way to grasp my identity. Until then,I await you reader, just who are you?

A nightmare movie I found related: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3042408/

this song is a big part of me:

Reaction to: "The Use of Force"

This short story wasn't really what I thought it would be diferent, I mean when you read something saying: "The Use of Force" well one can think its sabout war, hate, power or malice due to how the mind works. Instead of that what I saw in this story was the fight or resistance between modernization and traditionalism. Though it's really hard to see, that is what i perceived.

   Now, why do I see that in the story? If we take it to a modern day example, right now in the U.S. there is a general uproar with vaccination being mandatory and how it's a disgrace to freedom. We see how there is a resistance the new things science, more like medince, brings to the people in the way that they resist and try to destroy it for it being 'harmful' to their health. Also another example is how people, some not all, when they are being attended by their doctor they try to correct him at every turn. Ironically they dont have the studies nor preparation and they try to not follow the instructions given to them by a person who spends roughly almost 15 years studying and sweating blood to be able to help them get better. I find this to be a complete disrespect towards someones effort and intention to live their dream, sure there are doctors who dont know what they are doing, but it is a minority. I find that its just like you question your barber on the way he cuts your hair and you criticize him for it when you did not take the preparation to be a barber yourself. Going back to the short story, the way the example associates its in the manner of how the little girl resists the doctor, she didn't know what was going on but there was an impulse of resistance in her that made her not want the doctor to even get near her. She did not knew for sure if he would harm her, she did not want to be treated, with ought knowing the consequences of it. It is like she was happy being not treated, as if death was the naturally cure of illness. While the doctor, the man who was to treat her and make her get better was being attacked by her ignorant fit. This is why I say it is a pure fight between tradition and modern ideals.

  Now, if we take it from another perspective, how does the modernist feel here? Given that the modernist is the doctor, he at first felt happy as if a bliss of joy from it. Maybe he liked the challenge and the chase or maybe it was just the fact that he has never been resisted before, he did want to help for it is his job and he swore an oath. Though it doesn't change the fact that he was enamored by the hateful ignorance emanating from that child, but after a while it became frustration and even hatred for her since her ignorance did not allow him to perform his task. In the end he resorted to violence in order to fulfill his duty as a doctor, he used force, as a representative of modernist ideals, to repress traditionalist ignorance and fulfill his oath, his identity. In the end the problem was solved by a violent effort that could have  been avoided should the child have let go of her idealistic tether to tradition.

  The irony of all of this, is that when we were young we were taught how violence solves nothing, how it cant be the solution for anything at all, but then in this story we see how a violent act seemed to be the only solution towards this matter. Does this mean violence and chaos can be solutions? Does this mean we were taught wrong? or was this just a circumstance where subordination was necessary in order for progress to happen? The answers to those questions I leave it to you reader, for you are the interpreter of my piece. It is you who will be the one who will grasp my message created in this painting of words, see it and embrace it so maybe one day you will answer these thoughts. Until then, I will wait for you reader.

analysis of the story: http://www.enotes.com/topics/use-force/in-depth

Topic on the movie Running Brave

This week in English I watched the movie Running Brave. It was a biographical movie about the life of an native american track runner by the name Billy Mills who won a gold Olympic medal. The whole story centralized on many historical subjects like: racism and segregation, but what I found most important was the concept of identity. Billy faced many troubles due to this, his dad told him he wasn't completely native american due to his mother being white, so this means that he was trapped between two worlds that considered him an outcast. This can be observed in the way Eddie treated him and when his room mate asked him what he was, as if he was an alien to everything. In psychology when a human feels isolated from the world they lose notion of who they are and lose purpose, this happens directly when Billy identified himself and three different entities but neither were him. It's quite strange in fact, due to me being Puerto Rican and also with most of my family coming from Europe, I feel as if an alien from this world, but the trick is to always remember who I am and what I want to do. Billy along the way forgot who he was and lost sight of his goal, but later corrected himself and achieved greatness. Also related to this subject of identity I included the video, due to it's message.

plot sumary of  running brave: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086220/