Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Turkeys


Yes. I said turkeys. My neighbor has a turkey and it's quite a remarkable animal. The ethereal birds have beguiling prominence and charm anyone who dares to keep them as pets (even if they can be quite more capricious than a more normal pet, let's say a rabbit...). Here's the story:

My neighbors, whom my family is very close with, love animals. They have had anything from fish and rabbits to snakes and degus! [Please don't excoriate this family, they are really wonderfully normal people]. Anyway, as you can see, they are extremely outdoorsy and love to go camping.
One fine day, while they were out at their lake house in New York (I believe), they found a small saturnine poult (baby turkey). As soon as they went to pick it up, the turkey became distressed--it started to cluck and gobble! Implacable as it may have seemed when they picked it up, they eventually calmed it down and looked everywhere for the mother but the mother was nowhere to be found...
Poor turkey; it must have reached the nadir of its life, it lost its mama! So what did my neighbors do?
By golly, they took it home! They have been taking care of it for many months now and it doesn't seem to have any social stigmas. In fact, just the opposite: the turkey is quite personable!
And I don't mean to allay any qualms about this little unconventional act, but I think it's just fine to have a turkey for a pet!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Tumblr


Almost everyone at PV has one. Or at least everyone in the class of 2011 has one. A tumblr. Similar to blogger, Tumblr is a blogging website that is simple to use and, when used correctly, can make certain people socially burgeon. Most people use Tumblr because it is unblocked on school computers. However, some people who are normally extremely social in the "real world" become hermits when it comes to Tumblr. Most coalesce their social "real life" and their social "Tumblr life" but a select few become engrossed in their ephemeral social life (because, after all, a Tumblr can be deleted.

Sometimes, the most garrulous people make the best Tumblr posts but other times they make the most invidious posts. However, no matter the quality of the Tumblr, their blog gets them talking about their most passionate ideas and thoughts. Even the most amorphous people seem to adapt to the social animal called Tumblr!

So my question is, when will it stop? When it come to a point where PV computer police (aka Pico) will notice our little ruse of "blogging" and usurp Tumblr? Does our Tumblr sortie post a significant danger to the socially advanced (or, for that matter, the socially inept)? Will it ever come to that point? I'm sure PV hopes otherwise. Will PV students succumb to the powers of the administration or will we merely shake off the allegations that Tumblr is detrimental to our health?! WILL WE REBEL.

Anyway, whoever is following me, leave comments...

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Sunday, October 25, 2009

Work for home, work for school, work for home, work for school...


Ugh. Homework. I know, I know, everyone has too much homework. But this week has been especially busy. And, consequently, this blog has been in temporary abeyance. So much work, in fact, that it has precluded my ability to blog! Oh me oh my. Anyhoo. This brings me to the topic today: Homework or no homework? [That is the question]...

So as I ignore my qualmish feeling (I'm not sure how my English teacher will react to this blog post), I shall continue. As a High School Student, I spend seven hours in school, working my donkey off--let's keep this PG, folks--and then return home (after a minimum of two hours extra curricular events) to do what now? MORE WORK. And, as most of you have already figured out, junior year is especially bad.

Between the standardized tests and the homework, I'm surprised some of us (cough cough Caylin) haven't dropped out of school! I'm not sure if the teachers assume everyone has a complacent demeanor but I think we should rebel!

[on second thought, this post is getting graded by my English teacher, soooo...just kidding!]

Well, I'm getting sidetracked. Anyhoo, I believe that seven hours of school is sufficient enough. And I also think homework should be optional. Yes, optional. Honestly, I'm quite chary of this three to four hour homework ordeal. Every night, day after day, night after night. And unless the teachers have somehow commandeered every student of theirs, making them part of a giant minion, teachers don't have control over us! And I could be very wrong, but I DO NOT think giving more homework makes certain teachers far more gregarious than others, correct?

IF--and I mean a capital IF--we didn't have to do homework, not only would our overall mood improve, we would be more focused as well. We would get more sleep and be more focused in class. Not only that, but our character would improve. I, for one, haven't had time to play guitar on a weeknight for about two months now. And that dates back to...the day school started!

If we're supposed to go through the labyrinth of life without a hobby, what life are we living? Shouldn't we all be PV's eminent students by being focused and well-rounded? Are we being complete antipodes of well-rounded students by only doing homework after school? Isn't that they're teaching us kids nowadays? If not, I will assume the educational system hasn't evolved since the narrow-minded approach of learning trades and joining guilds...

And here's the final question: Homework or no homework?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

PSAT: palpably stupid [and] abnormally tasteless


The PSATs. Possibly the least halcyon test of our teenage youth (next to the SATs, of course). Although I don't mean to exhort an inordinate amount of complaints from the students of PV, I don't understand why we must take this test. It only exacerbates the stress thrown upon the students in this school. And, although I don't mean to impede on the grand educational strategy of this government, the PSATs only serve to emulate the SATs. Therefore, why take both? Students can practice on their own time with their own tutors. This raises another concern; if this test really holds some sort of implicit message (hinting at the fact that to do well on the test, students must be tutored), is the SAT really a test?


^This is probably what you look like right now.
...well, not exactly, but...

Bear with me for a moment. The definition of a test, one would say, is "a procedure intended to establish the quality, performance, or reliability of something, esp. before it is taken into widespread use" (as stated by the standard dictionary on the Apple MacBook laptops). This being true, isn't this test supposed to analyze how well a student will perform in the real world? I suddenly feel imbued with a revelation...
This being said, I believe wholeheartedly that this SAT, the mother of all tests, [and the PSAT] should do just that: analyze how well a student will perform in the real world. Maybe it should test street smarts as well as school skills--the point being that the SATs should not test how well one takes a test. This is a common criticism of the SATs).
Forgive me if I appear to be lacking any chauvinism for the educational standards but I believe, along with many others, that these tests should not test how one takes a test. And although I may not have known what enigmatic word halcyon meant when I took the PSATs, I sure do now, but not because of living in the "real" world. Rather, I know what halcyon means because of a test. Because, apparently, according to the SAT makers and the folks at collegeboard, halcyon is a common word used in everyday speech...are you a halycon person?

Monday, April 27, 2009

Poetry Ties

My relationship with poetry is one that is very meaningful in my life. Because I have a grandfather who writes poetry for a Yiddish online publication and because he is so passionate for poetry, a little bit of that passion rubbed off on me. However, the harder I try to write a good poem, the worse it is. Therefore, I usually just write when I feel like I have something to say. When my pieces come out the way I wanted them to, I share them with my grandfather, usually via telephone. He always tells me how proud he is of me and I admire him so much. When I look back upon these shared moments over the years, I realize that, through poetry, special family moments have been created. My relationship with poetry strengthens my relationship with my grandfather.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Discuss amongst yourselves...

What makes a novel "a classic"? Discuss.

Often times I've wondered why we read the books we do in our English classes. I mean, most of them are just books written by people who only wrote one book and then went and did something weird, like shoving their head in a hot oven or isolating themselves from the rest of the world. So, okay, does this mean that if I write a book and then disappear into the Bermuda triangle, my book will become a "classic"? Probably not. However, what I've noticed is the following:

In each book we read, there is a thread that connects all of the books to each other. The thread is called controversy. No matter if it was the Catcher in the Rye, Wuthering Heights, or Malcolm X, we learned about controversial people and controversial ideas. Maybe we do this because it provokes discussion. Or maybe the curriculum is this way to challenge us and make us pour out our deepest thoughts about life and society as we know it today. Or maybe they just really want to piss us off...either way--

controversy is what makes a novel a "classic".

Thursday, March 19, 2009

My Comments to Others Part II

I don't know whether I'm supposed to do this or not but these are the comments I left to others:

TO ELLEN!
Wow, Ellen, nice 1-2 paragraphs...haha, jk!Well, the program you were watching sounds really fascinating (possibly a little creepy, but fascinating nonetheless). The soul marriages part I never realized existed! Weird, I guess people's subconscious can be so strong that they feel a great need to fix things that weren't fixed in a past lifetime!! Great post but there's just one thing I want to know: do you actually believe in all that spirit stuff you described?!

TO ASHLEY!
Nice comparison to Smallville! Anyway, I totally agree with you on this topic. I think that if a family wants to adopt a child, they should by all means treat that child like nothing less than one of their own! Good post, btw. :]]

TO MAJA!
OMG. NICE PIC. okay, anyway...it sure does sound like you are conflicted. However, I agree with Allison; what if the parents did not raise the children!? The children would not have been "infected" [shall we say] by the parents bad morals! There would be no use in punishing the child because the child would have nothing at all to do with the bad deed! This is like the whole debate with the new generation of young people in Germany and how they might be educated by anti-semitic grandparents...but what if they were separated from their grandparents?!well, nice blog, again, and nice pic!

Ghosts do not exist

The supernatural has never ceded to interest me. The strange mishaps and coincidences that I have heard on TV shows and from scary stories fascinate me. However, are they real? 
Personally, I'm afraid of the dark. I remember the first time I realized I didn't like my room when I couldn't see it. I was sitting in my bed. No one else was in my room and I might have had a slight fever. It was the middle of the night and I started to see pictures in the dark. I only remember one picture I saw but it was the most frightening thing to a little kid: a clown. A clown in a red car. And as soon as I saw that, you could bet that my heart was beating at 100 mph as I ran into my mom's room.

This was the perfect example of my eyes "playing tricks on me." 

And this brings us back to the supernatural. Usually when you watch these supernatural shows, there are only re-enactments of what took place. And the actual experiences usually happen at night. Very rarely is there an instance (except UFOs) where a strange, unexplainable event happens during broad daylight. Now, I believe all "supernatural" happenings are due to "tired" eyes. Maybe I'm wrong but the proof that I experienced with "night-pictures" definitely proved to me why people see strange things. 

Anyway, when I actually see a supernatural event that's not at night and if it's when I'm with people and NOT tired, maybe I'll believe in ghosts. But for now, I'm blaming our human fears on our human flaws.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

MY COMMENTS TO OTHERS!

I

wow, that was smart to research! I think it does make people feel closer if you call them brother and sister...maybe it's because in America, no one does that, but I think it is a great thing that Muslims do, habit or not. 
Also, it's important to retain tradition, as long as it retains it's meaning...like in the Jewish religion, males (and some females) cover their head in respect for G-d--I assume you know this. Even though the covering is small, it is symbolic and Jews must remember what the purpose of the covering is...

just thought I'd make the connection :D

March 10, 2009 5:47 AM

II

That's quite interesting...the part about the modern Christian monk...

The most interesting part is that, even though you said he's an extremist, he doesn't try to push his views on others--you said he doesn't expect people to live the way he does. Most extremists try to influence others. What Mr. Claiborne does is quite different; it's respectable.

March 10, 2009 5:43 AM

 

III

WoAh. Horseback riding. GREAT story! That sure is a different take on "life-changing" experiences. Although Malcolm's life-changing experience was a religious one, you related it to a fear that was created when you were little. That's obscure, fascinating, and downright clever! Man, Malcolm traveling thousands of miles to Mecca seems like nothing now...umm, maybe not. But great post! Interesting article too! :D

March 10, 2009 7:47 PM

IV

Cool. Mosques seem like very peaceful places but from what you described, the rules were very strict. You explained very well how a lot of new experiences that many people do not have can affect you personally. That is a pretty neat thing to do, especially because you had images in your head already of Muslims who were praying. It turned out that everything was different... I guess exploring things for yourself is the best (or only) way to learn things!
Great post!

March 10, 2009 7:52 PM

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

**hypocrisy is a band**

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypocrisy_(band)

JUST FOR FUNSIES!

Does the belief that knocking on wood will prevent bad luck come from Christian practices? If not, what's up with the whole superstition!?

MALCOLM V: Taking a Different Approach

As I make my way through the final chapters of Malcolm X, I realize something very peculiar. Malcolm X, although relieved to be out of America, notices that even people in Mecca tend to associate themselves with people of the same color. Although the race and color doesn't matter so much to people in Mecca, he notices that on the trip to Mecca (the Hajj), people were subconsciously grouping together because they have the same color. However, Malcolm seems to look the other way when this happens. Some would call this hypocrisy. 

But: 
http://www.charisfoundation.com/hypocris.html

Read this article^. Mr. Barber seems to take a very different approach on hypocrisy. He basically says (and still read the article because I am merely paraphrasing) that hypocrisy is when someone acts out something they should believe in instead of completely devoting their whole heart and soul to it. I believe, from personal experiences, that hypocrisy is just that. However, Malcolm's heart and soul are into his black race so much that, when he finds justice for his race, he looks the other way and acts like Mecca is a release. What do you think the definition of hypocrisy is--the "new" definition the article and Luke 12:1-5 states? Or do you think it is the standard definition mentioned right below those quotes from Luke 12:1-5?  I'm sorry if this article makes things confusing but it puts out a different viewpoint.

Please respond back! Let me know what you think...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

MALCOLM IV: A New Light!

FINALLY. Malcolm X has opened up his eyes to the world! 

The fact of the matter is that the way one perceives others and what type of thoughts are cultivated in one's mind relies greatly on what types of experiences you live through. Throughout his life, Malcolm X hated the white race and thought they were devils. BUT this was only because he grew up surrounded by racist whites who told him he couldn't achieve his goals in life. Naturally, if one is brought up around people who hate him, he will learn to hate them back. 

For example, in the American society, we take for granted how much we are sheltered from the outside world. There is free speech and restrictions on how many "bad things", per say, one can say about a community or race or religion. Especially in the town we all live in, there is very little discrimination. Therefore, even though I was raised by Jews and surrounded by a very Jewish environment, I know that Christians or Indians or Muslims are not mean and do not have anything against me personally or, most of the time, my religion. Whenever I walk into a church, I am faced with a good first impression: there are food drives, there are social events welcoming all races and creeds, there are other community events. Obviously churches must be a place of selflessness and goodness! Take the church right by the middle school in our town for example; I went there for girl scouts and for parties. I was always welcome!

The bottom line is that the experiences I had (especially the ones I had in churches) made me realize that Christians are a friendly people and that I should not fear them or be angered by them. 

Malcolm X finally realizes this. Even though he was brought up to think that the white people were a horrible people [because they mistreated him], he realizes later that not all whites are racist and that some are indeed very friendly. 

He says when he was being led by a white man in Mecca and around Mecca **AND I QUOTE**: "That morning was the start of a radical alteration in my whole outlook about "white" men."

A new Malcolm X has awoken!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

MALCOLM III: Betrayal, False Justification, and Hypocrisy

Um, I'm confused.
I'm in the middle of chapter 16 and something very shocking has happened. Elijah Muhammad committed adultery not once, but twice. Mr. Muhammad, the epitome of morality and justification, has betrayed everyone who has ever followed him. Especially Malcolm. Okay, I get that Elijah Muhammad is "silencing" Malcolm for disobeying him and telling the newspapers something that backfired on him: "Black Muslims' Malcolm X: 'Chickens Come Home to Roost'". What I don't get is how Elijah Muhammad justified his immorality...
When Mr. Muhammad meets with Malcolm he says: "I'm David. When you read about how David took another man's wife, I'm that David. You read about Noah, who got drunk--that's me. You read about Log, who went and laid up with his own daughters. I have to fulfill all of those things."
LKAJDLFASDJSLF?!?!

WHAT?! 
Are you trying to tell Mr. X that you must mock anything that our biblical ancestors have done?Even if it was morally wrong?! That goes against everything he has ever stood for! This doesn't make any sense! What is even more appalling is that Malcolm ACCEPTS this fact. He ACCEPTS the fact that Muhammad is a copycat who disobeys the laws he himself made! 

And theeeeen, when Muhammad "silences" Malcolm, Malcolm accepts this. 
I know it is good to be an activist. And I know it is good to be passionate about your religion. But at a certain point, you are blind to the things around you. Maybe Malcolm knows this because he writes that he realized what Mr. Muhammad did was wrong, but even so; when this incident did happen with adultery, Malcolm's mind refused to believe what his sub-conscience already knew... 

There will be more things in the next post and a link :] stay tuned!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

MALCOLM II: I am a Jew.

IMPORTANT ANALYTICAL AND RELATION-TO-MY-LIFE INFORMATION IS AT THE BOTTOM.

In writing about the March at Washington D.C. led by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X comments, "'Talk about integrated!' It was like salt and pepper. And, by now, there wasn't a single logistics aspect uncontrolled." 
Malcolm goes on to say that everything was organized; there were first aid stations, people were told when to march and where and what route to take. When they were instructed to leave early, they did...

HOWEVER. Malcolm says all of this in a very negative tone. He claims this was a perfect example of integration. He says integration is bad, which was a radically different--almost opposite--approach than the teachings of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. 
"Why is integration bad!?" the reader might ask, puzzled at even the suggestion of this. Well, Malcolm claims it is because the black man is doing exactly what the white man wants him to do: by integrating the blacks are bowing down to the whites.
Therefore, Malcolm believes that to remain steadfast in ones culture, even if it is not the black culture, rebellion and separation is necessary and that, in fact, the only right way to reverse assimilation. Although radical, this makes sense, correct?
On the contrary, most people who read chapter 15 think Malcolm is crazy. They think that him wanting nothing to do with the white race is a horrible thing. Or at least, that's what I first thought of when I read this chapter. 

But then, he goes on to explain the reasoning behind this...

Malcolm goes on to say that blacks deserve more than the white race because they have been slaves for the white race for over 400 years. He says that blacks have just as much of a right [he even goes one to say that blacks have MORE of a right] to the country they live in as whites do--more strong pro-black ideas.

Although whites who read the Autobiography of Malcolm X find this book offending, and sometimes believe Malcolm is blind to his very anti-any-other-race-but-black attitude and views, we have to remember to read as if we were in Malcolm thoughts--respectively. 
What I'm getting at here is that Malcolm was so pro-black that he was not only anti-white but also anti any other race even before the NOI members even contacted him. 

This means he was also anti-semitic. He claims he isn't and that the Jews are "hyper-sensitive"...

[I should mention that although I read books as if I did not have any culture, religion, race, or beliefs, and although I take one's opinion as non-offensively as I can, I felt I had to speak up for any Jew who has read this book.]

... this came up when he claimed that whenever he speaks about the Jews taking the black's money in the ghettos, he is accused of being anti-semitic. However, he had just said before that the Jew thinks of himself FIRST as a Jew and THEN as a German or a doctor or a husband or etc. He says this is a bad thing because he is always being accused of being an anti-semitic. BUT just before he had said that the Jews assimilated. This makes his arguments COMPLETELY CONTRADICTORY! And what is wrong with the Jews thinking of themselves as Jews first before anything else? This is called having pride for who you are and what your religion/culture/belief is! What is wrong about that? As I recall, Mr. X, YOU are the one who is the black activist here! So why are you so anti Jewish activism!? You should be proud of the Jewish activists who think of themselves as Jews first--I know I am proud to be a Jew and that I think of myself as having a strong Jewish identity. Why can't you accept other religions and races? Assimilation doesn't have to be bad.

Although I can respect his opinion and although I am reading this book, as I said before,  as if I am a "nobody", I felt this was appropriate material for a blog...

Comment if you'd like :]

MORE:
So this link just reinforces what I was just saying:

http://judaism.about.com/od/abcsofjudaism/a/beingjewish.htm

BEING JEWISH IS AN IDENTITY. IT IS A PART OF you.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

MALCOLM I: The "Race Card"

There is a point where the presidential campaign crosses the line. In the 2008 presidential campaign, the "race line" was crossed many times. Although America is supposed to be a place of freedom and racial equality, most of the times, that façade is crushed by reality. The "race card" was played, according to McCain and his campaign manager, Rick Davis. 
I realize there is a place for free speech in this world and that everyone has the right to say what they want. But I believe there should be limits to what people can do or say--ESPECIALLY political figures. The fact that this language was even used by the McCain campaign is appalling to me. 

All of this relates to this article: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/01/us/politics/01campaign.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=the%20race%20card&st=cse

GO THERE AND READ IT!

ANND, speaking of censoring:
When I was in third grade, I wrote an article about 9/11. I wrote about how another teacher came into my classroom and told us to turn on the television. My teacher did and all of us, as THIRD GRADERS watched the two towers fall. I wrote about how I remember everyone pulling their children out of school and general panic in the area. I remember not being too concerned with everything going on around me. I submitted it to the paper. A little while later, my mom was contacted and they told her that they would not print my article. I was devastated; I had worked so hard on it! 
Although it makes sense to me NOW why they did not print my article, I was upset that I had been censored. 

Well, what do you think? What are the limits of censoring?!

**PS: I know I have gone off the track of Malcolm X, but this article reminded me of censoring...

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Malcolm X: vacation

So on the blog "rubric" thats on my Mrs. Mattessich's website, it says I should "share personal connections to class content and discussion" but we didn't quite have a discussion on any of the chapters we were supposed to read because there's no school [yay!]...

but anyways, I think I'll comment on the last part of chapter 10. (If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you stop reading this post here).

The last part of chapter 10 describes Malcolm's first "religious experience." And boy, did I learn a lot! (please ignore this outburst of enthusiasm). First, I had no idea where the "white folk" was said to have come from. According to the teachings of the Nation of Islam, the "Masons" are Satan and Mr. Yacub created the white man by genetically mutating the DNA of the blacks. This was interesting and also a bit contradictory because of the fact that scientists did not learn how to genetically mutate things (and they did not know how genes worked in general) until much later on in history, starting with the teachings of Mendel and Darwin and people like that (Darwin was more natural selection and stuff but w/e, you get the point)...hmm...

Also, the part about how Moses and the other white folk got into the desert was interesting. The fact that the blacks clothed the white people was eye-opening too; that's why the Nation of Islam followers used sheepskin...  

Also, they describe the white race on the island of Patmos as "blond, pale-skinned, cold-blue-eyed devils--savages, nude and shameless". Even though Malcolm goes on to describe them as "animals" who "walked on all fours" and who "lived in trees", apparently, concepts have changed a lot over the years! Now, blond-haired, blue-eyed whites are considered the purest Christians... go figure!

--and where is this island of Patmos anyway?!

Well, bottom line: religion is weird. SIGH. Well, this has been a very enlightening post--enjoy your break! 
:]

Thursday, February 12, 2009

ETHNICITIES

NOW I will talk about ethnicities and how proposterous it was that the caricatures were actually accepted into society as societal norms...I'm going to focus on caricatures because this was something that struck me as completely unacceptable. The fact that people from the real north thought the pictures below were the way blacks actually looked and acted is prepostorous.

Also, I was amazed that, let alone the fact that some Americans had really never seen a black person, I was amazed that blacks weren't even accepted into theatre, where they where most people found refuge. Theatre is supposed to be a place where people can be someone else entirely and portray a rather ridiculous image (like the actors in blackface did, but, obviously, a less degrading image should be protrayed on the stage). I thought it was completely ridiculous that even black actors had to put soot on their faces to look more black and highlight their lips to make them look even more caricaturistic (if that's a word).

ALLLSSSOO, pickaninnies were also such sad, pathetic, figures that provoked pathos (to use a vocab word)--atleast for me, they did. For everyone else back then, the pickaninnies on postcards were just funny, animalistic caricatures that put a horrible pictures in white folk minds. It was so sad and degrading that the black children were made to seem like animals...

UGGH! It angered me so much that this wasn't just some phase that America went through for some people are STILL in this mindset today (although not many)...Why couldn't Americans just accept the blacks!?!? The war was fought, its over, there is no slavery, and there is absolutely nothing that separates races except appearance [and maybe culture; but even culture started to disappear over time]...what will the white brainwashing methods claim next time?

*sigh* I'm sorrry if my thoughts seemed jumbled...I'm tired. G'night.

Malcolm X: Part II

So I just finished chapters 5 and 6 cuz I'm a huge procrastinator. :/
BUT I found a lot of interesting things in the chapters...I think I'll write about them now:

First, I found it interesting how Malcolm's life sort of splits into two worlds between chapters two and three/four. The last paragraph in the Chapter entitled "Laura", aside from it being completely heartwrenching and disappointing, basically describes how he blames himself for getting Laura into drugs and the city life and the dangers of everything in Boston. It's interesting, however, how even though Malcolm feels sorry for Laura, he never feels sorry for himself. Although clearly outlining the dangers of Harlem and Boston and Roxbury and how different they are from Lansing (I'll get to that interesting shift a bit later), it is almost as if Malcolm feels those experiences were a key part of his learning and growing experience. 'Amazingly', he seems to tell the reader, 'I have overcome my petty childish ways and learned to grow into a new, better man...' Maybe I'm reading into this, but I find it interesting how he speaks about learning the "tricks of the trade", persay, as if he were proud of it...this could also just be because HE WAS proud of his cleverness when he was a younger man. ANYWAY...

About that shift thing I was talking about; when Malcolm is in Roxbury, he starts to get into the "wilder" life. This life was basically just crazier teen years--this was before he started to commit felonies and armed robberies. However, the momentous shift occurs when he meets Sophia. As quite a shocking move for one to read in his book, Malcolm describes how he meets and has relations with his first prostitute. Laura, who seemed like the girl who would (actually, let's say could) put him on the path to richeousness, didn't seem like a whole big deal to the reader after Malcolm meets Sophia. After Sophia, Malcolm gets involved in Harlem, a much rougher community and one of the most dangerous neighborhood--if one did not know how the city worked, that is. ***Although Harlem city life was so eye-opening to read about, I will not dwell on this matter for this blog would get too long*** I guess what I'm trying to say is that the life Roxbury with Laura is a symbol for the better life that Malcolm had, and better times with his guardian, Ella and that the life in Harlem with Shorty and Sammy is a symbol of tougher times and times where he thought Harlem was the only place he would fit in...All in all, the interesting relations he makes with various people give the reader good insight as to what it was like to "live on the edge", and escape the pressures of the real world because Malcolm, as a black American, did not feel like he could succeed in the real world.


PHEW!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Malcolm X

SOOOOOOO...we started reading Malcolm X (the autobiography) and its a great book, I must admit. So for all of you who actually read this blog, I just want to say that I thought it was all going to be like the very beginning of the book, where he sort of just narrates his life. In chapters 3 and 4, however, he really made it seem like he was the character, instead of just recounting what had happened...you'd have to read it to really know what I'm talking about, but it was much better than the first two chapters...stay tuned on more, the next post will have more info :)