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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

April 30th 2008

Character #1: Bugs Bunny
for each character write a brief paragraph explaining what impact this fictional chracter has had on our culture. Why is this character so fascinating? Important? Misunderstood? Understood?
Bugs Bunny, He exploded into out american culture during WWII and is known for his tricky smirk. HE has changed our culture by his ever-loving personalities, The bully, the hight culturedness of himself and the nice guy. How all of them interpol into one another. He defies authority, he goes against the rules, and he doesn't want to do anything he doesn't feel like doing. He can quote shakespere and tell you where there's a barroom in brooklyn.

Character #2: Barbie
The impact of Barbie had affected every generation that it has come across, Barbie has been the center of discussions since she hit store shelves, and is still being talked about. PEople see whatever they want to see in barbie, and most of the time she is stereo typed. No one wants to be a stereo type of anything, but thats what she is... Little girls all over the country, even all over the world admire and play with barbies. No little girl has ever stereo typed barbie, all they want to do is play with her, dress her up and make her stylish, everyone has their own way of playing barbies, from playing house, to going on dates with ken. Controversy hgas followed her ever since she was made. From the sixe of her breasts to the size of her waist, it has all been talked about.

Once you have done that, think about characters you have met in books, seen in movies or plays, or watched on TV. Pick one that is of particular interest to you.
I think Susan Kaysen from Girl; Interrupted has affected me because I have been in simalar situations, have followed someone who was suposed to be my friend, and who led me astray of what i wanted to do with my life. I'm not crazy, just parts of my life were harder than others to deal with "normally". And if you don't know what I'm talking about, then don't bother reading this part becasue it will make no sense to you.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

SPM- Real Gangsta

She don't know why
But all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
you see...

He was a good kid all through elementary
A's and B's and had no enemies
But he saw all the G's as he walked home
he couldn't read all the words on the walls though
So many letters crossed out with X's
He wondered he knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked through the nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they liked, he knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young Mexican
First verse done take me to the second one

She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now

You see...

She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now

You see...

[Verse 2]
6th grade, why so much homework
Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt
Momma still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door it's his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get that from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta steal one
We too young they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fiya back
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is family

She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now

You see...

She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now

You see...

[Verse 3]
A year passes now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a burban
Putting work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed into a hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered often while
His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him smile
He can turn his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her words
All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders

She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see...

She don't know why
But all she knows
Is that her youngest child
Is a real gangsta now
You see...

I found this sing interesting because it's the way some kids actually grow up, and i've witnessed some of these things first hand, not willingly, but that's how it is. I am actually thankful for the singer that chose to write this song. For the fact that he's mexican, I like the way he portrayed the words and actions of young kids in the not-so-great part of the cities they grow up in.

The title fits well because the kid that is mainly talked about in the song sees the gangsters on the street on his way to and from school and he wants to be a part of something he thinks is real. so in the end he is a part of them, but his best friend gets killed in a drive by, and he sees the affects of gangs and gang violence on families and the witnesses of these things.

The author uses imagery in the terms of at the end of each chorus he tells the audience the line " you see..." and that deters him wanting the listener to imagine the kid in those situations, and how it affects him in his life.

The tone of this peice is consequential, because the singer wants the audience to listen to the story of a young mexican and his journey to becoming a gangster, and his triumphs and losses along the way.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Numer Four Post

The kinds of writings I like to read are mostly novels. Novels, because they flow along, and you don't have to read to a count, or read according to who's talking. Novels can come in many sizes, and many different genres. I like that in a writing.

I like writing poetry and short stories. poetry is one of the things that can just flow out of you,and you don't have to worry about sentence structure.

I don't really write all that much, mostly when I am writing, it's when I'm bored, or have nothing else to do, ad when i think its a good time for me to be writing. I don't like to flaunt what I write. It's mostly for my personal enjoyment or release of frustration.



Sampson is my dog. He's extremely hyper, and cute as all can be. He's black and brown, looks like a miniature doberman. When I moved the last time, My aunts' ex-fiancee wouldnt let us bring him, or my other dog with us. I was extremely sad, and angry and Ron for not letting us have them. We have lost so much in the past year and a half, and to lose two beings that have been there, and loved us unconditionally, wasn't the greatest thing for me. After losing the two most important people in my life, My grandparents. Losing the dogs to someone

Monday, February 25, 2008

Set number three

2. Advice I would give to a five-year-old growing up in today's society most likely would be that it's pretty difficult to fit in and that people may not like the fact that you may be different from others, and some people don't like that. I would advise them to live life to the fullest, they may not know what that even means yet, but they'll learn. School for a five-year-old is not the greatest place to be but atleast every one's nice. That changes. in a few years no one will be nice except for the friends you've managed to scrape up in the past few years. not everyone likes each other anymore, and girls have cooties, and boys are gross. But that all ends too. Life is great, and even thought you get advice, and remember it, that doesn't always mean you'll follow it.

3. Pieces of literature that have lasted so long may have done so by being so touching, or the first ones like them. Or maybe they just wanted to save one and see if people generations from now would still want to read what they thought was good literature when they grow up or are growing up. reading old tales and novels about things we haven't experienced

Friday, February 1, 2008

Number One Set

1. A writer's reading is crucial to his or her writing because no matter what you try to write about, another peice you read may give you inspiration into creating another work. It may also reach out to the reader like a peice he was thinking about wtiting, and has withheld his peice because he thinks no one would be interested in reading a peice of that topic. Now he has learned that works like that have been published, and people do read them. Books may also create another world for a writer to enter that is not their own, and that they can indulge into it while thinking of their own works.
2. A concern of mine is the lack of responsibility of teens wo think their life is all made out for them and nothing can go wrong. Like the kids that have gotten flagged for their facebook's. It's indescribably pathetic that kids can think their invincible and nothing bad can ever happen to them.
It's a sad feeling knowing my peers are out their doing random things, dangerous things to make themselves feel worthwhile. Once you make a mistake that could change your life, you realize what can go wrong, and from then on you want to fix it. The problem is that kids now a days think they can do anything without consequence. That's not true. Every action has a reaction. There's conflict in everything you do and say.

3. Honestly. No art has inspired me or meant anything to me. It's always something relevant that makes me think or do something a certain way. Art doesn't inspire, I don't think. Life inspires art. Some may disagree with me, but no one can change how i think about it. I don't think that it's necessarily the work of art that inspires you, but the thought and the emotion the other person put into it, and the feelings they've expressed while doing so.