Monday, April 28, 2014

Jazzfest

This past weekend I went to Jazzfest in New Orleans; It was my first real time going to a concert and I was really excited. Although I wasn't prepared for the amount of sun I would get I still had a great time. Jazzfest, as it was described to me by an older woman waiting for Vampire Weekend, is a melting pot of the worlds cultures squished into a hectic week to entertain the tourists. I liked this description because its true in more ways than you'd think, because whatever way you look at it we're all tourists.

The man I met from Zimbabwe was a tourist enjoying his short time in America, and I was just a tourist enjoying the culture he brought from his home. We all came to listen to music and to enjoy what everyone has to offer. No one started any fights, no one was hurt, because we were all there for the same reason, to be tourists in a different world even if we never really left home, and to enjoy each others company. In short I loved Jazzfest, I got to see some of my favorite bands like the Avett Brothers, Vampire Weekend, and Royal Teeth. I met new people I'll never forget and hopefully found a new tradition I can look forward to every year.

Times

Split -

Thursday - 2 hours

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Work

Monday - 1 hour nervous conditions
Tuesday - 30 min nervous conditions
Thursday - 2 hours nervous conditions

Response - If you are in a position of power, you are happy.

I agree with this statement but only when it comes to power over yourself, the ability to be confident in who you are and have the mental strength to be able to choose whats best for your well being. When you're the one in control of your life and feelings then I think that's when people are happiest, you're not second guessing yourself in fear that other people won't like your decision. 

Response - Women are more compassionate and less violent than men.

I completely disagree with this. I believe all humans no matter what gender, are capable of the same amount of compassion. Gender has nothing to do with compassion or levels of violence, people just think that because of the certain gender rolls men and women are forced into. I have known men as violent as women, and women as compassionate as men. It all depends on the individual.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Reading

Mon - Split 1 hour
Tues - split 30 min
Wed -  The fault in our stars 1 hour
Thurs - split 20 min
Sat - research draft revision 40 min
Sun - research draft revision 1 hour

Friday, February 21, 2014

Walking Disaster

This song is about a lot of things, but as a whole, its about growing up and how terrible it is. During the first verse the writer uses end rhyme to emphasize a point hes making, which is how repetitive his life and relationship with his parents is. Its unchanging and its not necessarily a good thing. 
I'm sure everything's the same:
Mom and Dad both in denial, 
an only child to take the blame.

The writer uses symbolism to describe himself, saying "this city's buried in defeat", showing himself or his home as this huge part in his life that will forever be lost in the negative memories and failed attempts to change anything. This rhyming and symbolism makes me see this song as angry, despite the songs rather laid back (I say that loosely) sound. He uses blank verse to show an irregularity in the song, among the repetition he throws in a verse that symbolizes a change in his life that he has been trying to make. 

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/sum41/walkingdisaster.html

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Poetry

What is it?
The guitar strings I pluck to 
sing with my soul.

Poetry is,
the bitter taste of loss 
left when everyone's asleep.
The pain in my feet from walking barefoot
in the street. 

Poetry is everything you and I 
as a whole cannot say.
The unspoken words we left for other years
with belief that they 
would be said another day.

Poetry is freedom
at first glance its crazy,
unorganized and only skin deep.
But poetry is life,
and my life is poetry I'm still writing.

Assonance
The pain in my feet from walking barefoot
in the street. 

End Rhyme
The unspoken words we left for other years
with belief that they 
would be said another day.

Metaphor
But poetry is life,
and my life is poetry I'm still writing.



Monday, February 10, 2014

Times

Monday - 1 hour the fault in our stars
Wednesday - 1 hour dracula