1) Will Smith is someone I'd like to emulate because I think he is a very talented actor. He also seems to be down to earth, even though he is famous, which is something I'd want to be able to do if I was ever famous.
2) Will Farrell is someone I'd like to emulate because he is very funny and doesn't seem to be afraid to take risks with his job. When he was on Saturday Night Live I think he took risks with some of the characters he played, and I think that's admirabler.
3) Wentworth Miller is another person I'd like to emulate because when he was newer to acting he played many roles that were not memorable, but he didn't give up.
4) Christopher Walken is someone I'd like to emulate because he is a very well known and talented actor. He plays many serious roles in movies but also has a sense of humor, which is something I think is cool.
5) Barry Weiss is a bidder on a show called Storage Wars. I think it's awesome that he bids on storage lockers just because he is looking for something to collect. I admire how laid back he is and how he is there for the fun of it.
6) Oprah Winfrey is someone I emulate because she made a name for herself, even though she went through a bad situation in her past.
7) Michael Weatherly Jr. is someone I emulate because he is a very good actor and he is on one of my favorite shows.
8) William Petersen is someone I emulate because he is an actor, but he doesn't seem to be overly sure of himself. I also think it's pretty cool that he is an executive producer as well.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
TU TUESDAY- Culture
http://www.timesunion.com/news/article/Argentine-unions-plot-British-cargo-ship-delays-3334002.php
In Argentina the union workers are creating a plan to boycott "container ships carrying British goods," so they can get Brittain to negociate about the Falkland Islands. The poem (below) is related to the article for a few reasons. The British and Argentine "all want the opposite" because they both have different ideas about who should get the Falkland Islands.
In Argentina the union workers are creating a plan to boycott "container ships carrying British goods," so they can get Brittain to negociate about the Falkland Islands. The poem (below) is related to the article for a few reasons. The British and Argentine "all want the opposite" because they both have different ideas about who should get the Falkland Islands.
ABOUT LOVE FOR BARBARIANS by Luis Benitez
The opposite seeks the opposite
and the drop of black
grows within white
until turning white into black
and conversely the drop becomes white
We all want the opposite
Which incarnates in front of you
Once in a while
And brings its exotic religion its idea of the subject
Its distractions its apparent cruelty
The little care with which it handles the most precious gifts
The offers and presents we devoted
Before
To our own fetich
Such was our donation
Barbarians have the candor of what we were
That which has never grown in them
Or has never been attempted
They are what was possible for us to be today and did not prosper
Therefore the tenderness the zeal the interest we feel
For its apparent clumsiness
A constant lack of consideration
Our consolation when their actions kill us
is contemplating them kindly
And caressing or at least trying to do so
The destroying brutality
that when rebuked
they sincerely do not understand
As they would not understand if in front of them we wept
The why of all those tears they feel innocent
They are indeed, ours is the tragedy of understanding
That we can do nothing
Either for love or for hatred to redeem the creature
From its rude condition
This is of all gifts perhaps the rarest
Our gods have given us
Our non-existing gods
There are also those barbarians who resemble us
But they are not us beware of them above all
They are the most dangerous they are those who really
Reach your heart
With their deceits of which they are of course
Utterly innocent
But nothing changes barbarians
And when their fierceness appears expressing their "meanness"
Their "violence" their "impiety" their fastidious extreme negligence
They are already within us and it is late
Very late for everything
And they will never leave that
Which their unskilfulness their unconscious malice conquered
And also their dexterity
Widely acquired
In combat against other barbarians
We will be their success the drop of childish joy
Which lasts for a day
The lonely boasting which soon disperses
Ours will be the ruins the venerated broken statues
We sold at market price for their sake
Nothing or almost nothing is worth anything from us among barbarians
And ours will be the night where something will burn
Eternally in flames forever
For the love of barbarians
and the drop of black
grows within white
until turning white into black
and conversely the drop becomes white
We all want the opposite
Which incarnates in front of you
Once in a while
And brings its exotic religion its idea of the subject
Its distractions its apparent cruelty
The little care with which it handles the most precious gifts
The offers and presents we devoted
Before
To our own fetich
Such was our donation
Barbarians have the candor of what we were
That which has never grown in them
Or has never been attempted
They are what was possible for us to be today and did not prosper
Therefore the tenderness the zeal the interest we feel
For its apparent clumsiness
A constant lack of consideration
Our consolation when their actions kill us
is contemplating them kindly
And caressing or at least trying to do so
The destroying brutality
that when rebuked
they sincerely do not understand
As they would not understand if in front of them we wept
The why of all those tears they feel innocent
They are indeed, ours is the tragedy of understanding
That we can do nothing
Either for love or for hatred to redeem the creature
From its rude condition
This is of all gifts perhaps the rarest
Our gods have given us
Our non-existing gods
There are also those barbarians who resemble us
But they are not us beware of them above all
They are the most dangerous they are those who really
Reach your heart
With their deceits of which they are of course
Utterly innocent
But nothing changes barbarians
And when their fierceness appears expressing their "meanness"
Their "violence" their "impiety" their fastidious extreme negligence
They are already within us and it is late
Very late for everything
And they will never leave that
Which their unskilfulness their unconscious malice conquered
And also their dexterity
Widely acquired
In combat against other barbarians
We will be their success the drop of childish joy
Which lasts for a day
The lonely boasting which soon disperses
Ours will be the ruins the venerated broken statues
We sold at market price for their sake
Nothing or almost nothing is worth anything from us among barbarians
And ours will be the night where something will burn
Eternally in flames forever
For the love of barbarians
Monday, February 13, 2012
Valentine's Day
Jessie couldn't believe her eyes. Stuffed into her mailbox was the biggest Valentine she had ever seen. She went over to the mailbox and grabbed the colorful red heart card attached to a gigantic heart shaped box of chocolates. "I wonder..." she murmered, and began searching for the name that would tell who the Valentine belonged to, since the card had no name. She found the answer to her question on a tag attached to the ribbon that has been carefully tied around the box to form a neat bow. I lift up the little white tag. Alessandra. I grimace. For a brief moment I had actually allowed myself to think that maybe, just maybe, there was the tiniest chance that this Valentine was for me. But, of course, I was wrong. Same as usual. I'm tempted to take the candy even though it's not mine, but I figure I'll end up with the thought of stealing my sister's Valentine on my conscience, so I grab the box, shove it under my arm, and begin the muddy walk back up my driveway.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Dreams are lined up against the wall
Lost
Dreams are lined up against the wall,
Dreams are lined up against the wall,
Chains linking them together.
Their faces worn and weathered.
Their eyes dull and drooping.
The pictures that cover their bodies,
Were once bright and colorful with dreams.
But overtime they have faded,
Leaving only shades of grey behind.
They have lost their voice,
They have lost their way,
They have lost their sight,
Of what they once were.
Their faces worn and weathered.
Their eyes dull and drooping.
The pictures that cover their bodies,
Were once bright and colorful with dreams.
But overtime they have faded,
Leaving only shades of grey behind.
They have lost their voice,
They have lost their way,
They have lost their sight,
Of what they once were.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Comic Connection
This is connected to my life in a few different ways. For starters I take art in school, and last year during a few of the classes we had to make a clay box. The comic reminded me of how hard I thought it was to get the clay to shape and form in the way I wanted to, because it's very thick. We also had to make little decorations on the box, along with a top for the box. When I was working on mine, a person near me told me that my box looked good. I thanked them and then I looked at their box, which was covered in tiny details and a lot of pieces of clay they had cut out and put on their box. I thought it was funny how this comic reminded me of that class.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Impress yourself today
I think that the "pep talk" that says "impress yourself today" applies to my life because when I get up and go to school I try to do the best I can do. When I try to do something I think I really do try my hardest so that I sometimes do end up looking back at it and thinking "I can't believe I actually did that." Sometimes when I write a story, I go over it and improve it to make it the best I can make it. When I read that story just to double check everything sometimes I find that I am really impressed with what I wrote. I think I do try to "impress" myself each day, because if I didn't, I wouldn't be trying to do my best since, the best way to try to impress yourself is to try your absolute hardest.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
TU TUESDAY
"There have been too many times that I've collapsed in bed and opened a book only to immediately fall asleep still wearing glasses, the book splayed across my chest.": Imagery- The use of description to create pictures.
"'The manuscript is full of phrases which make a scene blaze with life.'": metaphor- comparison of two unlike things without like or as.
"I reread and underlined Fitzgerald's bursting sentences, adding my own notes to margins that were already marked up. " Hyperbole- An exaggeration.
"Words Worth Savoring" is an article by Donna Liquori. The article is mainly about the book "The Great Gatsby" and how she wants to "read a smaller number (of books), but slower." The figurative language that is in the article helps to describe how ""Gatsby" is a short book, 182 pages crammed full with some of the most exquisite observations about human character and longing." and how she wants to slow down and read less books because if she was "to tell you the last few books (she's) read (then she's) got to think about it." The figurative language helps to describe the book, and how good the writer thinks it is.
http://www.timesunion.com/living/article/Words-worth-savoring-2751581.php
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