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A few things… May 21, 2013

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There were a few things that I wanted to talk about so I’m just going to do a hodge podge blog.

I had to share this piece on npr about “buddhist glitches,” that was very interesting.  It was about how people approach and deal with adversity; with anger, anxiety, hopelessness, sensory soothing, and guilt.  This is an individual’s “glitch” and the better that they can recognize it in themselves and work through it, the more success they will find in dealing with life’s constant struggles.

My sisters are home which is so nice to feel like things are back to normal.  I have some stuff coming up and I like that a lot of the attention will be off of me now.  Plus, it finally feels like summer when they come home and it makes me even more excited for next year as a college student knowing that I’ll be in their place.

Another perk of my sisters being home is that they show me the best videos.  I thought you would appreciate this series on youtube called Fresh Perspective.  The guy who talks with the kids from the new at&t ads was picked from these videos, where he leads political debates between kids.  I’ll make it less funny if I try to keep explaining them so you just have to watch a few!


Life May 14, 2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — charlottepierce13 @ 12:36 pm

It’s crazy the directions life can go.  I had a pretty busy weekend, with many ups and downs.  I drove to New York for a track meet where on Friday night, I ran the 2 mile, and on Saturday, the 1 mile.  In the car, with my mom, on the way down, it was a lot of fun and I was really excited.  That night, I didn’t race very well and became catatonic, wanting to quit and not have to deal with failure anymore.  The next day, beaten down and with very low confidence, I came back to run my fastest 1 mile ever and things completely turned around.  I hate that so much of my confidence and view of life is based off of my running achievements right now, I was two different people between these two days.  I am glad though that I was able to turn things around because I was now able to look back positively on the overall weekend.  Unfortunately, that night, instead of celebration, again, things went back downhill.  The same coach who I have had issues with in the past over too much racing, completely overlooked my accomplishment and instead is demanding maximum racing from me in our upcoming meets.  It’s frustrating to have to deal with this season after season but I’ve finally decided that I’m not caving in.  She’s calling me selfish but she has used and abused me so much and I’m sick of it!  It’s unfortunate that my last season can’t just be totally positive but I’m going to do what I need to do.  I think as it should be, the end of my senior year has felt like such a roller coaster and it has made me even more excited for next year and all of the change.


White Man’s World May 7, 2013

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My mom shared this story with me and I was intrigued by the story and the exercise.  First off, it is difficult to articulate something profound in general.  To then try to squeeze it into a six word statement is harder.  At first, the statement probably only has meaning to the person who wrote it, but when explained, each word serves a substantial purpose.  Dr McGriff’s six words were, “55 mph means you black man.”  It sounded disjointed when he first read it out loud, like there were three parts to it.  But as he explained what it meant to him, the briefness makes it profound.  Essentially, he feels that common speed limit(average laws) are directed and more strictly enforced for a black man like him. He went on to explain how in eberything he does, eberyday, he has to obey “laws” that are unwritten/unspoken-JUST because he is black.  It makes me sick that racism still exists and that in his case, his higher profession, possibly puts him in a worse place.  One would think that he would earn respect by getting an exceptional education and career but rather, people are offended, uncomfortable, and annoyed by this.  While in a job to help and heal people, he is criticized for speaking in a “condescending tone” or using “too good of a vocabulary.”  I think this story from an African American man’s perspective could also be applied to women as well.

I think I’m a pretty average teenager so for my six words, I feel like I’d have to write about something bigger than just me, a force that is just a part of me but nonetheless, I am very aware of-Judaism.


Psych May 1, 2013

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I feel like I’ve encountered a lot of ethical issues lately and in discussion with other people, it makes me realize how radical some of my theories are.  In my head, everything sounds perfectly reasonable, but when I even just talk with my Mom, I sound so cruel.  The main disagreement is over the Boston Marathon, where a guilty 19 year old boy is being held in critical condition in a hospital to then be tried, be found guilty, and then likely be subject to capital punishment/execution.  My Mom understands what all of this really means, how it would feel and look like, but I say this is all what he deserves.  I don’t think he should have the satisfaction or ease of  suicide or being held in prison.  The majority of criminals really have nothing to fear from the law-unless in high security prisons or put to death, prison is like a hotel, where the essentials of life are provided and they don’t have to work for anything.  My Mom’s argument is that the majority of these people can’t help themselves and wouldn’t think of the consequences.

I’ve been watching the tv show Bates Motel which is based on the famous movie Psycho; it is a highly dramatized account but I think portrays psychological disorders and split personalities really well.  The boy who kills his father is a completely different person from the boy who loves his mother.  Both sides want to protect the mother but the difference is that one acts according to society and the other’s animal instincts take whatever action is necessary.  My sister in college is writing a paper on social development and aggression which got us thinking about all of this and it talked a lot about the external influences.  It is the person themselves who has the issues but it is stuff like their inability to read other’s emotions or thought processes that make them act as they do; in a way, they are in a separate world from the rest of us.  Some sort of conclusion that we came to is that the best punishment for people who commit heinous crimes would be hard labor so that they are doing something productive for society but then punishment isn’t quite so inhumane.  I think there will never really be a solid conclusion to such a senseless act as terrorism and murder.


To My Wife April 29, 2013

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To My Wife by Oscar Wilde

I can write no stately poem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

This poem has a casual, communicative feel.  Wilde seems to reference private jokes between him and his wife.  In the first stanza, he proposes that he is incapable of writing poetry and that a poet talking to his poem is silly but then proceeds to do both. Then there is a shift in his style in the second stanza, becoming more artistic and metaphorical.  The comparison of his poetry to fallen petals is both a compliment and a insult.  It is pretty, fragrant, delicate, but fleeting, subject to destruction, his wife’s judgement.  Later, he broadens from just poetry to all of his writing in the image of the garden.  Winter represents life getting tougher but that she will always understand the ‘whispers of the garden.”  Subjectively, I knew while reading this that Oscar Wilde was gay and I couldn’t help but perceive this poem as a last effort to bridge a gap with his wife, all the while being condemned by society.  In prison, he was told to forget who he was and I think the connections he tries to hold onto with his wife are an effort against this.  Also, I saw many hints of worry of his wife’s rejection(to you seem fair, on your hair) and reproach toward those who condemned him(wind and winter harden, loveless land).  This poem is very sad-literature is his last portal to express himself, and even in this, he must mask his true messages through figurative language.


Zero Dark Thirty April 25, 2013

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I just watched Zero Dark Thirty and I learned a lot about an important time in our recent history!  Anything on war, especially torture and death,I find hard to watch but once I got past the first section where they show most of the torture, I was able to tolerate and actually pay attention to this mobie.   It made me realize how much I didn’t know about Osama bin Laden, the war on terror, what the CIA is and how much behind the scenes work there is-going on then and now.  The actual person that shot Osama Bin Laden might be celebrated as the hero but the CIA Officer in this story was really responsable for finding him.  I think the way it ended was compelling-finding him was so difficult and the work was tense and required fine tooth analysis-this had disastrous effects on the CIA staff, until it was all over and the full impact came down on them.  The lead officer was confident and bold and then once he has been found and killed, the movie ends with her on a plane being questioned where she might want to trabel to.  In the end, she killed a man,  and this leaves her unsure of how to move forward in her life.  The troops are not to be overlooked either.  The bravery that is required for these people and troops is incredible-young men are flown to a mass terrorist’s home near midnight and go throughout his maze like hideout, killing terrorist one by one, while collecting the women and children and trying to keep them quiet.  So many things in life we just accept as part of life, but what these people undergo is scary and commendable and should not be taken for granted because these are life or more likely, death, situations.

Poem 3 April 9, 2013

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Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.But it was High up there! It was high!So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was bornThough you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

This poem poses death as solution to the loss of love.  There is obviously a great deal of disillusionment in this mentality and this is portrayed in the author’s account of his attempts.  He uses contradiction to grab the reader’s attention; emphasizing the cold water that actually saved him from drowning-the harsh, cold, reality saved him in life.  Similarly, when he references the height in his jumping suicide attempt, I took this to be the force that held him back from jumping.  People often think of suicide as an easier solution but this poem argues its difficulties and complications.  It is harder to carry on with life than to end it and this is exemplified in this character’s difficulty with suicide. He concludes that he is meant to stay on earth, his attempts at suicide are fought by fate and that life is valuable.

Although subtle, I think the use of the simile in the final line is significant.  The comparison of life being fine as wine captures a couple of meanings.  That his tale of life as gloomy and full of loss is also as rich as wine, complex and full.  Also, wine evokes joyful images, times of celebratory events and suicide certainly doesn’t encompass these qualities.  Ending with this simile shows his transformation from despair to celebration.  The tone allows for the difficult topic of suicide to be brushed over because of the positive conclusion.  In addition, the language is informal and almost feels friendly, to match the tone.  Hughe’s use of an informal and colloquial language allows us to read such different subject matter and digest its meaning comfortably.