Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Short Answer Questions


1) Unfortunately, relations between the Natives of the West Indies and the European settlers were never very positive. West Indians died in droves from Spanish savagery and contact, with the soldiers of Smallpox and Malaria filling graves faster than any European army ever could. Natives came to fear the pale-skinned newcomers as if they were death itself, as Columbus recounted in his letters back home to Spain ‘…there were small hamlets, with the people of which I could not have speech because they all fled immediately‘. The surviving Natives often faced a worse fate than those they’d buried, with over forty percent of them becoming enslaved within the first year of Spanish conquest in some parts. Hundreds of Native Americans were shipped across the ocean to awaiting sugar plantations and European households, further replenishing their dwindling population.


These atrocities, however, were far from being discouraged amongst the European population. Both colonizers and conquerors alike saw the natives as uncivilized and vulnerable savages, and thus needing a firm hand and a forceful shove in the right direction. What ever it took to ‘civilize’ and ‘humble’ these barbarians was justified.

2) Unsurprisingly enough, the European colonizers were no strangers to pleading and haggling with their ’purses’ back east, usually the nobles and rulers of their countries. They used any method they deemed necessary to get the results they wanted, whether it be packing their letters home with exaggerated sufferings to get more money or passing along hyperbolic tales of Native savagery to receive more manpower. In the case of Christopher Columbus, his letters to Ferdinand and Isabella served more as an example of shameless groveling than as a mediator between the two continents, the once great navigator humbling himself for the price of his freedom. Christopher packs on the pathos, using phrases like ’ I never think without weeping’ (letter to Ferdinand and Isabella Regarding the Fourth Voyage, paragraph 1) and ’the unmerited wrong I have suffered’ (paragraph 6) to appeal to the readers’, namely the king and queen’s, sympathy.


3) Explorers and Europeans alike were almost always awed by the breathtaking virgin stretches of land they encountered, many subconsciously expecting to be greeted with the smoking rooftops and crowded alleyways offered in their own native lands. ‘I went on the same course’ writes Columbus in his letter to Ferdinand and Isabella of Spain ‘thinking that I should not fail to find great cities and towns.’ He later goes on to describe the reality of the island, which he later rechristened Isla Juana, as only a clutter of small hamlets, but is very far from being disappointed. ‘This island and all the others are very fertile to a limitless degree, and this island is extremely so. In it there are many harbors on the coast of the sea, beyond comparison with others which I know Christendom, and many rivers, good and large, which is marvelous….Esponola is a marvel.’


There were, however, limits to the ‘marvels’ described by Columbus, as later Europeans were soon to discover. In most cases, there were no golden cities in this new land, no untapped mines gleaming with precious jewels to be shipped back home. This left many a conquistador deeply embittered, and countless natives feeling the brunt of their fury.


1) The plot and the setting, as it turns out, seems to compliment and correspond with one another perfectly. The story’s protagonist, Desiree Aubigny, was raised in the elegant and physically beautiful Valmonde before downgrading to the outwardly unpleasant L’Abri. Her new residence was described in the text as ‘a sad looking place’, having been without female influence for some time. The author goes on to describe the house; ‘The roof came down steep and black like a cowl, reaching out beyond the wide galleries that encircled the yellow stuccoed house. Big, solemn oaks grew close to it, and their thick-leaved, far-reaching branches shadowed it like a pall‘. The plot of the story, it would seem, follows along these lines exactly. Desiree goes from a privileged daughter, beloved wife, and dotting mother to something tainted and undesirable in the course of a few pages, just as sudden as her marriage and move came about. This change in scenery can be seen a symbol of Desiree’s change in social stations, especially since they both were for the worse.


2) I think it’s to add to the suspense of the situation, to keep the reader second guessing their own assumptions until the end.


3) I think the restraint shown by Chopin heightened the sense of surprise and disbelief of the reader, making the impact of the protagonist and her infant’s death that much more powerful. Excessive detail might have ruined the elegant conclusion Chopin set up in the text, making it harder to provide an ending as pleasantly understated as the rest of the story. The subtleness employed in that one sentence can also have the effect of causing desired confusion on the part of the reader, forcing them to re-read and analyze the text, searching for clues pertaining to the fate of Desiree that they may have overlooked. (I sure had to :) )
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5) In the Antebellum South, much like the rest of the country, women are still treated as coveted possessions or with degrading patronization, meant to be cared for a looked after by the much more able men in their lives. In the form of Desiree’s baby, Chopin forces us to examine the possibility for a young woman to gain identity and independence through marriage, and ultimately dashes such hopes through her writings. Desiree, so desperate and dependant for the approval of her husband, chooses suicide when she felt she no longer had a place in left in society. Her hasty marriage ended up taking whatever vestiges of freedom society granted her, and when her ‘master’ rejected her and her child, it stole her will to live as well.


1) By failing to explicitly describe the horrors of the House of Usher, Poe creates a sense of foreboding and dread in the reader that he would not have been able to achieve otherwise; now he has his audience cautiously proceeding, for they know that the House is going to serve as a centerpiece of terror for the story, it’s just not there yet. The sentence ‘There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime’ alone provides the reader with a sense of trepidation and the house with an air of mystery that will greatly affect the outlook and effect of the story.


2) Edgar Allen Poe was and is world renowned for his frequent use of thrilling, graphic, and thought-provoking details. Sentences like ‘…an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn—a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued’ invokes equally powerful imagery on the part of the reader, something that is critical in all horror stories. He makes it so that the reader can see, feel, and hear every single detail described in the story, adding to the terror and fear his scenes create.


3) In my own opinion, the Narrator’s main motivations for going to the House of Usher are as ambiguous as Madeline Usher’s strange illness. Maybe he was driven to visiting the Ushers by a withered childhood relationship and the sentiments of guilt that followed. The narrator admits that Roderick Usher, the house’s proprietor, had been one of his ‘boon companions in boyhood’, but ‘many years had elapsed since our last meeting’. The relationship between the narrator and Roderick was never fully explained, but it would not be unreasonable to assume that an ‘acute bodily illness, a mental disorder, and a earnest desire to see me, as his best, and indeed his only personal friend, with a view of attempting, by the cheerfulness of my society, some alleviation of his malady’ would no doubt draw an old friend, no matter how distant, in for a short visit.


Regardless of the reason he came, I think the reason he stayed was quite obvious; he stayed to sate an ever-present curiosity about his elusive and emotionally distant friend. The reader becomes aware of his interest in the House of Usher on the first page of the story, when he describes the family with something akin to awe. ‘I had learned, too, the very remarkable fact that the stem of the Usher race, all time-honored as it was, had put forth, at no period, any enduring branch’. This last visit might give him a first hand look at the strange House of his old friend.


He was also curious about the strange feeling he was getting from the house itself. ‘What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.’ This, however, did not grant him with an answer he felt solved his mystery. ‘I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth.’ I think he had to stick it out, had to know just what it was about the house that bothered him, no matter what horrors he had to go through to get it.


4) Yes, I think Roderick was well aware that his sister was still alive when he buried her. The painting ‘a small picture presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault of tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device. Certain accessory points of the design served well to convey the idea that this excavation lay at the exceeding depth below the surface of the earth’, was obviously a coffin, perhaps the very one that was to hold his sister, who was already failing in health. Usher’s knowledge of his sister’s survival would also explain the zombie-like behavior Roderick showed after the burial of his sister, as well as Madeline’s angry reaction. ‘She gave a low, moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.’ If Roderick really did know, she might have been justified in her attack.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Iris



And I’d trade in my world just to hold you
For a kiss a would hand in my life
You’re my goddess, my angel, my reason to be
On your wings I will learn how to fly

And I’m stuck in this blissful delusion
And I’m lost in the world of your eyes
And soon it’s a broken illusion
But it’s all that I have to survive

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

Your love falls with tears then forgotten
And your heart breaks with lies left untold
When reality’s twisted and broken
Sometimes pain reawakens your soul

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

And these masks of deceit are left frozen
What’s behind them the world doesn’t know
For all hopes and dreams are soon shattered
But for you my torn heart I will show

But for you my torn heart I will show
But for you my torn heart I will show
But for you my torn heart I will show

And here you have it, my sad attempt at song writting. I think that my version of Iris kinda destroys the simplicity of the lyrics, adding a bunch a mumbo-jumbo that may sound pretty by itself, but really doesn't make sense in the original song. It makes the song more about love than might've been originally intended, instead of the self examination and self discovery it held initially. In comparison, however, I think this one is the best out of all the one's I've done so far.
Glory Box

This game is getting old
Playing the job of Cupid
My heart is yours to take
I hand my wings on over
For Ive been a temptress too long

Just…

why I should give my heart away?
Why should I be human again?
I just wanna be human

From now on, I’m free
Staring at reality through different eyes
Thru this new frame of mind
For you a thousand winds could blow
More over, give us time to grow

why I should give my heart away?
Why should I be human again?
I just wanna be human

Don’t you stop being mortal too
I’d clip these wings and stand by you
Open your heart to me
‘Cause tears are not your weakness

why I should give my heart away?
Why should I be human again?
I just wanna be human

And this is the start to a blooming eternity

It’s time to begin anew
My new lyrics don't really change the feel to the song, but puts more emphasis on her earlier allusions to cupid. I don't know, I guess I felt that would score me some much needed points on the whole 'keeping poetic feel' front, and hopefully it worked. I think it kept with the optimistic and progressive tone of the song, even though I may have butched up some of the modest charm the song originally held.

Ghetto Heaven


Looking for love, in a world of sin
Curves are spread thick, morality thin
I got my third eye, locked on within
Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparel
My ex-girlfriend and I, apart we have strayed
But I’m here for my baby, until the end of days
Here the wind, speaks to me
Here, I know the Holy Spirit walks through me
The young glance through eyes dulled by the hate
A thug falls to a life of abandonment and fate
The rise and fall, of a nation, even when the buildings tumble
I march on, through the valley, still very much alive
Still I feel, that I need to kill to survive
But that in wasn’t my heavenly plan
To be more than a thug, to be more than some man
Than any person, place, or object, present or past
I found celestial guidance and my Father at last

[d’angelo]
Geto heaven
Dwelling in my geto heaven
Geto heaven
Dwelling in my geto heaven

Love, don’t be dependant on him
Stong woman, your life is much more than him
I know you want a man whose worth it
But when he pays those bills, you’re purchased
Discussing wit ya girl, what love is
But she aint even loved there, cause he don’t love his
Gave her some distance, but layed down the truth
Never go searching for love, until you’ve found you
Time heals all, mistakes you can learn from
But don’t take your angers out on others you turned from
If you want specifics, then you gotta learn too
Then you’ll find somebody who will truly deserve you
Rushing through the pain, many survived through
‘Cause you had to suffer to move on, and you grew
Not even I can ignore being alone it’s hard
Find heaven in yourself and God

[d’angelo]
I know that I adore you
And I know that you feel that way about me
I’m sitting in paradise, but I’m missing you
It’s you

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Yeah, Don't Know What to Call This

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/03/education/03college.html?_r=1&em

1) Total # of words: 874
2) total sentences: 30
3) longest sentence: 35
4) shortest sentence: 4
5) Average sentence length : 22
6) Number of sentences with more than ten words over average: 7
7) Percentage of sentences with more than ten words over the average: 23.3%
8) Number of sentences with more than five words below the average: 10
9) Percentage of sentences with more than five words below the average: 33.3%
10) Paragraph length:
Longest paragraph: 84
Shortest paragraph: 20
Average Paragraph: 48

Monday, November 24, 2008

Of Elephants and the Sheets That Hide Them


In the first chapter of W.E.B. Du Bois’s Souls of Black Folk, Du Bois investigates the ’Negro’s’ journey to identity, the "longing to attain self-conscious manhood”.


Du Bois begins by stating that race, although always present, it is very rarely discussed, with most whites being either unwilling or uncomfortable with addressing the issue head on. The topic of race and the ‘black problem‘, as Du Bois describes it as, becomes a sort of elephant in the room of the nation, both parties willing to skirt around the matter rather than discuss the obvious. He puts his frustrations towards the willingness of his fellow Americans to throw a sheet over this elephant, putting them in his book for the world to see. This not only puts the timid whites on the spot, but it encourages blacks to discuss they’re feelings toward being labeled as ‘problems’.


Du Bois also addresses the restrictions and limitations placed on the behaviors of his fellow blacks, using his example of exchanging holiday cards with a presumably white girl to explain the boundary line ‘negroes’ face when they interact with Caucasians. Dubois feels that he, as well as fellow blacks, live as strangers in their own households, a metaphor for the United States. He spoke of “this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity”, and of a two-ness, of striving to be both American and Negro, and often failing at both in their attempts.


Although the negro was granted liberty, citizenship, and suffrage by the amendments proceeding the Civil War, he claims, they had yet to be seen as an individual by white society, having to constantly bear the burdens of the mistakes of their peers, mistakes that often defined the entire race. The best and brightest of the African Americans may have been able to achieve careers as lawyers and doctors, the prize of unquestionable equality and self-identity was still sadly beyond their grasp, and the bitterness that resulted only increased in time. He expresses his own sentiments towards this double edged sword of dual consciousness quite clearly, using imagery, metaphors, and prior life experiences to drive the message home with his audience.


Du Bois addresses the crimes committed against his people with clarity and composure, never letting any traces of bitterness he may have felt bubble over and onto the pages of his book. He keeps his audience in mind, forever careful not to stray too far from one extreme to the next. He confronts the fallacies that have been uttered against his race logically, disputing each and every one to the very best of his ability. Most importantly, he gives a call for the sheet of bigotry and avoidance to be thrust off that elephant, the plight of the Negro race, and for all to acknowledge the strife of his people for what it truly is.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Annotated Bibliography

Crane, L. Eizenstat, S. Gallucci, R. Laingen, B. Matlock, J. Steele, R.
(2003) “Debating U.S. Diplomacy” Retrieved November 2, 2003 from http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v8_3/rxns01.html
This article, much like the title suggests, battles the public view of United States Foreign Service Officers as disloyal to their country fiercely and convincingly. Responding to Newt Gingrich claims of State Department employees’ “deliberate and systematic effort to undermine", the former and current Foreign Service Officers recants each and every accusation made by Gingrich by countering them with their own experiences within the Embassy. They all explain away any negative comments made by Gingrich or any other public official, offering valid explanations of the mistakes and mishaps made by the Department. They express their outrage that such an opinion could be had of such courageous and excellent people, provoking an almost-apology response from the perpetrator himself.
At the same time, most of the respondents also make a pleas to have some serious problems within the Embassy resolved, voicing their concern for certain things alongside praise for their coworkers. The State Department is largely understaffed, and the Foreign Service Officers they do have are overworked to the point of exhaustion. Officers are finding themselves trapped in menial jobs and lower positions for longer stretches of time, unable to advance to influential roles until well into their careers. Administration officials too often take an apathetic and hands off approach to the dealings of foreign policy, often times ignoring the events regions that can be vital to the safety of American citizens, both in the homeland and abroad. Gingrich may have been completely off base and totally out of line when he spouted his accusations, but they did give these men and women the opportunity they needed to publicly address the issues and concerns that had been on the mind of Foreign Service officials for far too long.
Although I can’t say that this article offered me any knew information or useful knowledge that I wasn’t already aware of, it did provide me with a bit of entertainment while I read six senior (citizen) officials lash out at one man. Unfortunately, the diction itself was deadly boring and the passages offered no real insight as to the actual responsibilities and lifestyles of a diplomat, something it could have done well to include.


Eun-Kyung, K. (2001) “Reform Efforts Continue: From Many, One”. Retrieved November 3, 2001 from http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v6_3/edi01.html


This article praises the initiatives carried out by influential Washington politicians such as Colin Powell, as well as the recruitment methods adopted by the State Department and embassy employees alike. It lists, in great detail, the increases and decreases in various ethnicity applicants, citing with great joy the upturn in diversity the career of foreign service has experienced. It urges the embassy to get passed it’s predominately ‘lily-white’ representatives and not only start testing those of diverse racial and social make-ups, but actually start appointing them as junior officers as well. This article informs the reader of the selectiveness of the State Department, stating that only one in every twenty-five applicants actually go on to become junior foreign service officers.


It credits the great increase in interest towards foreign service to a broader outreach of candidates, stating that the recruiters have extended their influence to even those currently employed in the United States military. Many of the statistics given in this article has encouraged me to pursue this occupation, as the growing attempts at diversity may offer me better opportunities to advance in this profession. This article has also helped me better understand the racial and cultural make-up of our foreign service officers, but did little else in the aspect of informing or persuading me to consider this career as an option. It offered no insight as to the responsibilities of a junior or senior foreign service officer, nor did it even touch upon the subject at all. It presented very little information on the processes one must go through to become an FSO, something I feel might have greatly assisted a reader who may have been considering a career in this field. This article also seemed to focus more on the statistical breakthroughs in the embassy than any actual ‘reforms’ that have occurred, making the title seem a bit misleading and disingenuous. It was a very well written article and offered much in terms of facts and numbers, but when one is attempting to better understand a career as a whole, these statistics are rendered irrelevant and nearly useless.


Kralev, N. (2004) “Diplomacy as a Career”. Retrieved November 2, 2004 from http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v9_2/krn08.html


This article certainly stands out among the other foreign service articles, as it offers information seldom seen in other documents of the same nature. Instead of focusing on the joys and benefits in the career of diplomacy, Kraley instead offers the readers a rare
glimpse into the faults and holes in the system of American foreign service. The evaluation and promotional processes of the State Department is faulty and misleading, the possibilities for advancement are incredibly thin and often times long coming, and the people who are advanced at too frequently inexperienced and undeserving. Requirements for advancement are so ambiguous at times that employees of the embassy don’t know what it is exactly they need to do to qualify for a promotion. New comers to the profession are usually disappointed when they find out that they will be influencing the actual policy of the nation very little for much of their careers, and will most likely end of filing papers and doing menial desk work.
The responsibilities of a officer are nothing easy, but there are some up sides to the job. According the this article, the starting salary for an officer now varies between $37,000 to $67,000, up nearly $10,000 from 2000. More interest is being shown in the occupation, with more people than ever applying to enter the world of diplomacy. Minority officials, luckily for me, are also on an upturn, thanks largely to the aggressive recruiting methods of the State Department and Collin Powell, the nation’s first African American Secretary of State. Occupational and educational diversity has long been the pride of America’s foreign service system, as people from all areas of work and walks of life are welcomed into the Embassy.
If nothing else, this article has given me a fair warning of the potential chaos I can be greeted with should I pursue foreign service as a life long career. It has opened my eyes to the flaws and kinks in the system I’d once perceived as faultless, as well as giving me a new perspective on the benefits of this occupation. It has served as an adequate summary of the disappointments and joys of this career, although I do feel that he could have elaborated more on the opinions of the diplomats, as I am eager to hear more about this job from their unique perspective.


Kralev, N. (2004) “Life as a Diplomat”. Retrieved November 2, 2004 from http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v9_2/krn09.html


This article at first seems to offers a more optimistic view of life as a foreign service officer than I would ever expect from Nicholas Kralev, portraying the advantages of being a diplomat by recapping the career of a thirty year veteran of the State Department’s most sought after career, Carol Hazzard. He places quotes and first hand accounts of her experiences in the embassy to emphasize his views, stating that “Foreign Service members are often in the company of kings and queens, presidents and prime ministers, and their positions allow them to meet other famed personalities“. He surprises some with his newfound optimism positivity in matters concerning life as an FSO, but eventually trades in this cheerful description of the job for his signature bluntness in exposing the difficulties of the job.


He quickly recants his earlier allusions of the glamour and glitz of Embassy life, going on to describe how most diplomats end up in dangerous hardship posts in at least one point of their career. Often times, diplomats end up working long hours a week in near impossible conditions, sometimes lacking even clean drinking water and electricity. Constant threats from hostile natives make life as a diplomat even harder, especially in third-world countries such as Haiti and Columbia. Many have reported living their lives in a ‘fish-bowl’, usually only associating with the people they work with (who are usually also their neighbors), and only straying from their communities for work and to purchase essentials.


He explains the negative tolls the constant moving can have on marriages, especially if the spouse has an immobile career such as a architect. Same-sex couple are effected significantly, seeing as how they can not enjoy the same benefits afforded to other married couples in the embassy. Children, he states, are usually the most effected by the diplomatic lifestyle, as the almost never have a say so in where and when they will uproot and move on to the next country.
This, in my opinion, is by far the most useful article I’ve read on being a Foreign Service Officer. Although most of this knowledge was already acquired in my independent research of this field, it provided me with outside information and first hand accounts on what life as a diplomat will actually be like. I don’t think this article was missing much, but it could have elaborated more on the specific duties one would face as an FSO.


Kralev, N. (2004) “The Politics of Diplomacy: Diplomats Fight Their Stuffed-White-Shirt Image “. Retrieved November 2, 2004 from
http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v9_2/krn03.html


When a soldier comes back home after serving their country, they are greeted with the gratified cheers and proud smiles of their fellow citizens. They are revered in today’s society, often providing the face for countless parades and patriotic propaganda, commercials and action figures.


In this article, Nicholas Kralev not only illustrates the duties and sacrifices of our diplomatic brethren, but examines the stark differences between the public view of foreign service officers and other servants of our country, such as the aforementioned soldier, as well. He uses first hand accounts from current diplomats, gathering the opinions from more than 260 Foreign Service Officers at nearly 30 separate embassies. Most of their sentiments echoed that of their coworkers, nearly all of them expressing outrage and indignation at the amount of disdain and under appreciation directed towards their professions. He blasts the stereotypes that many Americans, Washington officials especially, have come to associate with foreign service, highlighting the sacrifices and challenges a diplomat faces each and every time he journeys to the embassy for work. He addresses the notion that many foreign officials are ‘out of touch’ with the needs of our country, refuting them with examples of diplomatic importance in the running of this countries affairs as a whole. Kraley illustrated the public ignorance to the real role of a foreign service officer, causing me to have a little more appreciation and respect for the employees of my future profession.


While his article was no doubt interesting and informative, I couldn’t help but feel there was some areas that were certainly lacking depth, that he’d kind of skimmed over certain subjects. I for one would have loved to learn more about what the diplomats themselves were doing to fight their ‘Stuffed-White-Shirt’ images, as the topic was touched on very briefly and vaguely. The specifics of the duties of an FSO were again treated with relative brevity, mostly informing the readers of the symbolic duty of a diplomat, to represent America and her policies as a whole. While these faults were nothing too severe, it did leave me with a bit more questions than I would have preferred.


Lee, K. (2002) “The 'New' Foreign Service Board of Examiners”. Retrieved November 3, 2002 from http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v7_3/lek01.html


This article may not offer much in terms of explaining the core qualifications needed to become an FSO, but it does offer a unique look into the lives of some of the most hard working and dedicated members of the United States Foreign Service Corp, the Board of Examiners, or BEX. Katherine Lee, the author of this article, provides the reader with a first hand account of the responsibilities and obstacles facing a BEX member daily, all the while intertwining her dry humor and wit into her writing. She uses the benefits and bonuses of the job to attract and persuade her audience to take this particular occupation into consideration, putting up convincing arguments as to why one should pursue this career. She cites the diversity of the workers, the excitement and significance of the work, and the impact one would have on the community as reasons why a FSO should consider switching to a job with the Board of Examiners.


While persuasion and the pursuit of respect are obviously her main reasons for writing this article, she achieves these goals without the all-too-common sugar-laced descriptions of this incredibly stressful job, making sure her readers understand just what exactly she’s advertising. She refers to her job as a BEX member as ’nothing easy’, describing her numerous responsibilities as stringent and unprecedented.


This article has made me reconsider my plans for when I finally leave the embassy for good (I was simply planning on retiring to some tropical island), and has me seriously thinking about taking Ms. Lee’s advice and joining the Board of Examiners. It gave me insight as to what exactly the examiners will be looking for in a potential candidate, information that my prove invaluable when I finally do apply for a junior officer position. I myself was thoroughly impressed with Kathrine’s arguments and her methods of presenting them to her audience, but of course, there is always something lacking in every essay, no matter how well written it may seem. I, along with many other readers, I’m sure, would have appreciated more information on the benefits and the criteria of needed to become a member of the BEX, such as starting salary and recommended years of experience.


Noland, J. (2003) “Defending the Foreign Service”. Retrieved November 2, 2003 from http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v8_2/naj01.html


The main function of this article, as the title suggests, is to defend the often ridiculed and seldom appreciated career of a foreign service officer. It rebukes the notion that our diplomats are soft in the face of terrorism and threats to our nation, refuting this claim with examples of all these people do for this country. It helped me appreciate the stressful job of an FSO that much more, filling me with pride as I read about the sacrifices my fellow citizens and hopefully future coworkers make for us each and every day.


This article also had some negative effects on me, something I’m sure was the opposite of its intentions and purpose for being there. The letter enclosed in the article, especially, had me second guessing my choice of profession. Diplomat take their families to the most dangerous corners of the earth, in some cases to places without adequate health care and education, it states. While I’m sure the purpose of that quote from Powell was to command respect for the diplomats who serve our country and make such huge sacrifices daily on our behalf, it really made me stop and think about what, exactly, it was that I was getting myself into. The blunt facts and realities enclosed in this letter except shattered my previous, and admittedly naïve, preconceptions about the luxuries and comforts in the life of the typical diplomat. It really made me realize that it wasn’t all about traveling the world and ‘vacationing’ in exotic places, but actual commitments and sacrifices would be demanded from me daily. The fact about more United States ambassadors dying in the last half century that generals and admirals was a bit of a wake up call for me as well. I would not be welcomed in certain areas with open arms, simply because I am an American diplomat; I could actually die doing this. It has made me re-examine my motives and willingness to become a foreign service officer, something I am extremely grateful for.


While this article was very eye-opening for me, I was rather put off by the shortness and brevity of it. The letter was basically the only component of this article, and while it was helpful, it left a lot to be wondered about the matter. How, exactly, do our diplomats aggressively approach things that can prove dangerous to our national security? What are some of the ways they make us safer? These are questions I would have liked to have answered.


Schoonover, B. (2001)“The Lexus and the Olive Tree Considered”. Retrieved November 1, 2001 from http://www.ciaonet.org.ezproxy2.lib.depaul.edu/olj/ad/ad_v6_1/scb01.html


This article, or speech as I should say, was created to address the concerns foreign service candidates and potential candidates may face before entering the profession. She handles each and every issue with tact, using example of past Foreign Service Officers and herself to exemplify the benefits of joining the life of a diplomat. She began with her graduate school dreams of becoming an English teacher in a foreign land, and then her subsequent joining the United States Peace Corp. She cites her experiences there and her life as a spouse of a FSO gave her the incentive and skill needed to take up a career with the State Department.
Mrs. Schoonover also goes into great detail about the duties of a Foreign Service Officer, something that has been notably absent in most articles I have read. She explains that a diplomat ’promote ideals, re-enforce positive images of Americans, and push for the betterment of various nations, most notably their own, by the policies they advocate. They are America’s representation abroad, the ideal officer embodying all that is right and good about the United States. They are all presented with a new world view upon venturing into this occupation, most of them becoming more patriotic as time lapses and the distance grows between them and their country.


She explains the requirements in order to succeed in this field, going through the process of becoming a Foreign Service Officer step by step. Passing the written examine, she states, is the first of many hurdles all candidates for this office must jump, and then the oral exam and interview, rigorous physical examination, thourough background check, and finally your first tour as a junior officer. She offers recommendations as to how you would prepare for a careen in the embassy, stating that being well versed in all things American and international is an excellent way to start, and then internships with the State Department if at all possible.
This is by far the most helpful of the ten articles I’ve researched, offering all the advice I craved as well as some information that I couldn’t have gain otherwise. It is truly difficult to find anything at all missing from this extraordinary article, though I do suppose that further information on the social lives of a diplomat would have been nice.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Reflections of the Soul


It is a common saying among authors that writing does not take any effort whatsoever; one simply sits down with a pen and paper and opens a vein. The blood that stains these pages is filled with all of the writer, their faults and strengths, their aspirations and fears, their truths and prejudices. Nothing is left out of this process, most especially the trials and tribulations that makes up the character of the novelist. In this respect, fiction writing of any kind takes on more truth than the author may have intended.


Such is the case of nineteenth century writer Catherin Chopin. Kate widely used the themes of tragedy and irony in her stories to exemplify her view of the world. Her stories not only accurately described the lives of nineteenth century white women, but also hinted towards her own heart wrenching experiences and grievous past. She wrote of the only world she has ever known, one filled only with regret and heartbreak, hopelessness and despair. The events in her life has probably led her to the assumption that true happiness and contentment were the things of the fairytales she was so fond of, meant to be enjoyed only by the young and naïve until the callousness of reality sets in. This ideal is reflected in her writing, where the fleeting blissful movements in her characters’ tales are inevitably overshadowed by the usually fatal disappointments.


Her pessimistic views on life, however, is what gives her distinction from the other romantic writers of this time. Marriages and life in general for women at the time were oftentimes plagued by hardships and sorrow, more often ending in anguish and grief than in the unbridled bliss that matrimony promised. Her essays and writings touched upon on the changing institution of marriage, shedding light on the fragility of the heart and the disastrous consequences it can have for both parties. She intertwined her own despair in the lives of her character to send messages like these home, so that they might have a positive impact on her readers.


The characterization and backgrounds of her heroines likewise mirror their esteemed author. In both Desiree’s Baby and Story of an Hour, the women are from well-to-do or middle class families, like the author. Both were strong, intelligent women, much like Ms. Chopin. She seemed to model their experiences with calamity and heartbreak after her own, while also installing her own strengths and ideal characteristics in their beings. Her characters were only metaphors for the disappointments and tragedies experienced in her life, as well as so many others around the nation.


Even the fate of Chopin, who’s characters’ deaths were always premature and tragic, seemed mirrored in her writing. She died at the age of fifty-four from a brain hemorrhage, two days after making an appearance at the famous St. Louis World's Fair. The fact that none of her heroines lived to overcome the obstacles of their short lives was far from coincidental. Like her characters, Kate could not escape the shadow of tragedy that seemed to surround her like a cloak. Kate’s stories were elegantly simplistic, hauntingly vivid, and, as it would turn out, tragically prophetic.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Ain't I a Woman Comparison

If one were to read both the original and edited version of Sojourner Truth’s Ain’t I a Woman, they would notice a stark difference in both the language and styles employed for each of them. The edited version is not only more grammatically correct than it’s predecessor, it shows more refinement and restraint as far as diction goes. The language is not as passionate or primitive as before, but this change was made for a reason. One must understand that issues such as feminism and slavery were tough pills to swallow for mainstream America in the mid nineteenth century, even if it were argued by the most educate and sensible white man among them. Changing the diction in Ain’t I A Woman just coated that pill in sugar and spices, making it all the more appealing and easier to swallow for its target audience, Caucasians. It did not take away Miss Truth’s voice and messages like most would argue, but instead let that voice be heard to a wider audience, one that would have a much better influence over the issues she was championing than her fellow Blacks. These changes, it could be argued, were necessary in impacting a group who might not have understood or connecting with the message else wise, much like the language of Shakespeare would be edited and altered to better suit our own generation. In any piece, the diction could be as simplistic and ‘real’ as you wish it to be, but if its messages.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I'm too tired to come up with something witty


In her piece,Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Harriet Jacobs concentrates on the abomination of slavery as a whole, but more specifically on it’s affect on women of all colors. Haled as a superb example of early feminist literature, and rightly so in my opinion, this autobiographical work illustrates the harshness and often cruelties of life as a piece of merchandise, only as good as the amount of crops they can harvest and lustful pleasure they can bring. From what I’ve gathered by reading the passages provided, she seems to have an intense urge to not only expose these basic truths to the whole of the world, she aims to encourage other women, regardless of color, to speak out about their own knowledge and experiences with such atrocities. Harriet uses simple yet eloquent diction in her piece, insuring that the reader is both comprehending her message and being captivated by its fluency, both of which she succeeds tremendously at. She utilizes tact when addressing potentially controversial and offensive subject, treading lightly but confidently on the issues of ‘feminine purity’ (which the biography in the beginning of this packet touches upon briefly) and its applicability to the ‘sub-human’ negro women, the destruction of family ties when confronted with slavery, and the lack of integrity and morality that exists in a relationship between the owner and it’s property.


Frederick Douglass, though no less effective in his messages and writing abilities, chose a much different approach to his piece, Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave. Where Jacobs used the devices of pathos and flowing diction, Douglass instead employed bluntness and imagery as his weapons of choice. Lines such as ’he commenced to lay on the heavy cowskin, and soon the warm, red blood (amid heart-rending shrieks from her, and horrid oaths from him) came dripping to the floor’ invoke vivid and disturbing images from the reader, leaving little room to interpret this narratives purpose. He, too, challenged the horrors of slavery and the devastating effect they have on its participants, though concentrating his focus on another group. Mulattos, he cited, had it worse than perhaps any other type of slave, for they suffer the intense hatred of their mistresses, are often sold by there own fathers, and are permanently separated from their mothers. He also addresses issues of human cruelties, abuses of power by an oppressor, and the utter powerlessness that must have been felt amongst the oppressed. He is not tentative in his approach as one would expect from a fugitive slave in this era, but is direct and explicit in his recollection of prior events. He holds absolutely nothing back, allowing his audience to feel the full brunt of his message and empathize with him on a level that would not have been possible, had he chosen to tell the watered-down version of things.

Both narratives are equally fascinating and effective, both portraying a unique perspective of life as a slave. These memoirs give us a glimpse into the horrors of dehumanization and the effects it has on the mind and soul, as told by the often kicked ’lions’ of history. They offer us a side of a story rarely told, giving a voice to the millions who were never given one, to those who were permanently silenced in life. Together, they encompass issues that have long since ceased in their relevancy, as well as those that are still very much an issue today. Both offer valuable lessons in terms of the capacity for human brutality, lessons which the younger generation of today would still benefit greatly to learn.


Questions

1) Caucasian authors vouch for their African-American counterparts not only to benefit themselves, but to further a message they themselves believe in. The vast majority of these authors were abolitionists and slave sympathizers, who, I’m sure, made it their own personal goal to assist in the discontinuance of slavery in any way they could. Wendell Phillips and Lydia Maria Child were both American abolitionists and Native American rights activists, adamant in the progression of humanity and justice.

2) These Caucasians assist in the establishment of ethos in two ways. The first would be to gather another perspective on such an issue, making sure that the piece does not lopsidedly favor one race over the other. The other, more important purpose for their input is to settle the concerns of the whites, who may not be entirely comfortable reading a piece by their inferior. Another white assuring them that the accounts in the narrative are indeed true and safe for their delicate eyes to read helps to quell these fears.

3) The primary audience at the time of publication would, of course, be Caucasians. Black literacy rates in the times before the civil war were dismal at best, atrocious at worst. As the majority of the population of blacks were slaves, and it was illegal in most southern states to teach a slave how to read, these slave narrative authors obviously couldn’t count on their peers as an audience. Besides, they wielded little, if any, power to change the issues they were addressing. Liberal whites were targeted because they held the key to the slaves’ freedoms in their hands; they were the ones who needed influencing, who could decide the fate of each and every slave narrative author and their relatives.

Blast from the Past

(From Swing Low, Sweet Chariot)

Tell Ole Massa to let me be
Coming for to carry me home
‘Cause in these angels' arms I’m free
Coming for to carry me home

I don't think that this lyric changes either the effect or the meaning of the traditional spiritual, but rather keeps the optimistic view and (so-called) encoded meanings. This verse can mean that upon the death of the body, the soul becomes free in heaven; it can also be a reference to the workers of the underground railroad (the 'angels), and their guidance to freedom up north.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Confounding Contradictions

Many forms of Government have been tried, and will be tried in this world of sin and woe. No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all-wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except all those others that have been tried from time to time.- Winston Churchill


Upon starting this paper, I had already decided wholeheartedly which side of this political debate I would align myself to. I had no illusions of a rainbow-tinted world in which everyone ruled themselves ‘justly‘ and independently, no naïve perceptions as to how absolutely wonderful the world would be without government. The concept of anarchy, or any kind of fictional government Henry David Thoreau was suggesting in his highly acclaimed Civil Disobedience, seemed dangerously radical, even to a infamously left-leaning liberal such as myself. The opening paragraph alone seemed


Needless to say, continuing to read only strengthened my predisposed notion of the author’s naivety and my incredulity that such a half-baked scheme could be so respected almost a century and a half after it’s publication.


The first two paragraphs were disappointing, failing to meet even the lowest of standards I’d set for this essay. Thoreau argued predictably and unpersuasively against the ‘evils’ of all governments in general, taking on the republican-friendly motto of ‘The best government is the one which governs the least’ (Page 1, Civil Disobedience). He makes what seems to be a very convincing argument for the incompetence of the American government at one point, but in his efforts to invoke logos (no, surprisingly, it’s not pathos this time), he left out one crucial element. The logos. Sure, the idea of making the government our official scapegoat

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

A Rose By Any Other Name.....Would Still Stink


You know, I’ve always hated poetry. That may sound like a harsh judgment to make on such a revered form of creativity and self expression to most, but if I were to be totally and completely honest with myself, I would realize that I just could never bring myself to enjoy the genre. The pieces I’ve read have been nothing more than nonsensical babble with little traces of plot nor purpose, and quite frankly, I’m sick of authors sprouting poetry and creative licenses as an excuse to show off their thesaurus-enhanced vocabulary and clichéd ideals. Pretty words and ’striking’ imagery often times conceal the author’s blatant disregard for logic or originality, these attractive layers making topics like bowel movements sound charming and eloquent. Bad experiences have led me to the conclusion that poetry is an utterly useless genre, second only to science fiction in terms of tediousness and irrelevancy .

That said, I found myself pleasantly surprised and a tad bit sheepish after reading Longfellow’s The Slave's Dream. The structure of the poem seemed relaxed, the format more closely following that of a freestyle poem at times than that of the tradition ABAB or ABCB styling. There was no over-the-top vocabulary, no mediocre attempts at imagery, not even a single unimaginative metaphor; indeed, it seems as though this poem goes against every single predisposition and bias I’ve built against this cursed genre in the entirety of my academic career. Longfellow has manage to captivate me with his vivid descriptions and rapt attention to detail, taking me beyond my comfort zone and into the emotions and pains of another. I could almost see the shrunken slave in his last moments on earth, utterly defeated in life but hopeful and anticipative of what lie ahead. It seems as though the ‘tinkling caravans’ can be heard if I just listened for them with enough concentration, that the gentle spray of the ocean that lay just beyond those Caffre huts can be felt through the words on the page. He no doubt succeeds in his effort to bring a story-like feel and movie-like imagery to his audience, impressing even a stone-face cynic such as myself.

Another area this poem exceeds in is it’s audience appeal, or more specifically, it’s powerful pull on sympathetic and empathetic responses of the readers. It draws the reader emotionally into their self, urging them to replace this poem’s protagonist’s anguish and sorrows with their own past experiences. While there really isn’t anyone alive today who has experienced the horrors of mid-Atlantic slavery, there isn’t a soul on the face of this earth who hasn’t experienced disappointments and pain, who can’t relate to having their dreams crushed or their hopes dashed. Hope for a better tomorrow is universally understood, as well as nearly always reciprocated.

Monday, September 22, 2008

The Custom House

1) The Custom House, it would seem, was not simply meant to bore the audience to tears (although, in my humble opinion at least, it certainly did succeed at that), but to serve as a introduction to the larger story. The narrator goes through great pains to describe everything to the reader, be it the candle flickering on the first floor or the slight peculiarities of his coworkers, and he does so for a reason. His descriptions not only prepare the reader for the probable abundant details in future chapters, but gives his audience a sort of feel for the setting, if not the time. For instance, the sentence ‘In my native town of Salem, at the head of what, half a century ago, in the days of old King Derby, was a bustling wharf’ (Custom House, pg 4) allows the reader to imagine the town of Salem at it’s peak, also offering a slight glimpse into what the life of the novel’s protagonist, Hester -Prynne. Alluding to Ms. Prynne’s Salem helps to familiarize the reader with certain things and places, so as not to confuse them too much in the later chapters.


The following sentence, -but which is now burdened with decayed wooden warehouses, and exhibits few or no symptoms of commercial life; except, perhaps, a bark or brig, half-way down its melancholy length, discharging hides; or, nearer at hand, a Nova Scotia schooner, pitching out her cargo of firewood, Custom House, pg. 4) gives the reader the sense of time that must have past between these two periods. It first establishes the fact that the novel is written from by an outsider, one who has little knowledge of the events in Hester Prynne’s life other than what is written in that diary. This fact is essential to understanding not only the Custom House, but later things in the story as well.

The Custom house also succeeds in acquainting the audience with people and customs that may appear frequently thought out the course of the novel. The author explains that the story takes place in puritanical times right off the bat, which would explain the radical differences in the customs and activities between his time and theirs. He describes people of the time as ‘grave’ and ‘steeple-crowned’, which might help the readers understand the harsh treatment of Ms. Prynne later on in the novel. Hawthorn also describes the ideals and opinions commonly held at the time. Doubtless, however, either of these stern and black-browed Puritans would have thought it quite a sufficient retribution for his sins that, after so long a lapse of years, the old trunk of the family tree, with so much venerable moss upon it, should have borne, as its topmost bough, an idler like myself. (Custom House). This, coupled with the information on the setting and detailed explanation, make The Custom House sufficient introduction and guide it was meant to be.


2) The narrator admits to altering the facts of the original diary. “I have invariably confined myself within the limits of the old Surveyor’s half a dozen sheets of foolscap.
On the contrary, I have allowed myself, as to such points, nearly or although as much license as if the facts had been entirely of my own invention.” (pg. 32)
Here, he basically states that while most of the facts are indeed true, or at least as true as the ‘half a dozen sheets of foolscap’, he has taken the liberty of adding a few things in, jazzing the piece up if you will. He makes the book more his own work, even if the main facts and ideas are based on what he’s read in the diary.

On one of the very first pages of the introduction, Hawthorn expresses his wishes to become a well established author. This, in fact—a desire to put myself in my true position as editor, or very little more, of the most prolix among the tales that make up my volume—this, and no other, is my true reason for assuming a personal relation with the public. (Custom House, pg. 2) In finding the journal and the scarlet letter, he essentially becomes the editor that he’s always wanted to be, in some respects, as well as the 'author'. He 'edits' out what he feels will either hamper or impair the progression of his story, not unlike that of a modern day editor. He may have altered descriptions of people and things a bit to fit this purpose as well, but one can infer that somewhere along the lines, his own opinions and biases were intertwined with the diary's original contents. This is the change that Hawthorne admitted to making, as well as the true reason why this novel is even published in the first place.


3)The changing of details can have two impacts on the larger story. The first one of these impacts drastically change the overall tone and flow of the book. Instead of reading like a diary, The Scarlet Letter is jammed packed with descriptions of people and places and sounds, some of which are surely all of Hawthorn’s doing. These changes improves the flow of the story, allowing the reader to be fully immersed in Hester’s Salem instead of just being offered a glimpse of it, as most diaries often do. Although it does take away from the empathy level that often comes with first person narratives, it adds so much more in terms of details and descriptions.


The second impact effecting being, of course, the narrator’s credibility as a whole. If he has taken it upon himself to alter certain parts of the story that he may find distasteful or irrelevant, who’s to say if anything printed in the novel has any accuracy at all? Why should be we believe him, a simple Surveyor who was born at least a century after the events he’s writing about? The thing is, since Hester Prynne or any other character of this story weren’t coming back any time soon, there was no way to verify that Hawthorn’s ‘inventions’ didn’t make up the bulk of the book. It is possible that Hawthorn never did find a diary or a strange red letter, and he was simply making this all up so as not to be labeled simply as a fiction writer. Although the author’s credibility doesn’t effect the main story directly, it does have an impact on how the audience will view the novel and its so called ‘facts.’

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

sorry, I forgot to pass this up.

1) I think he's a bit grateful to the sea. In the last line of the poem, the author says 'lived on, and so did I, while he states in the previous lines that so many 'beautiful' men weren't as lucky. Maybe he feels indebted to it for spearing his own life.

This imagery reveals this particular attitude throughout the stanza, but he makes it more clear in the last line.

2) I think the second stanza is leaning more towards admiration that gratitude. This is revealed in the lines 'I watched their rich attire, Blue, glossy, green, and velvet black'. He seems more awed the beauty of the water than mournful for the loss of his comrades.

Vocabulary

Crossword puzzle- http://www.variety-games.com/CW/Puzzles/1141046990-puzzle.htm

abase- Base, Sea
abate- beat beta
abstruse- breast brass
abyss- bass bay
acuity- cut cat
affinity- faint tiny
alacrity- clarity, cray
alchemist- chemist, match
alloy-all, lay
amenable- able, blame
antipathy- paint, hint
append- pane, dean
arduous- sour, soar
ascend- case sane
ascetic- ties, set
audacity- city, act
augury- gray, guru
auspicious- cups pious
austere-steer, stare
balm- lamb, lab
benevolence-been, love
buoyant- bayou, you
betoken-token, note
blighted- light, delight

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The importance of Pathos


As in the case of most poetry, Anne Bradstreet used particular words and phrases to invoke vivid imagery and pleasant connotations , as well as to evoke emotional and sensual responses from her readers. Her skill and fluency as a writer has led many to regard her as one of the greatest poets of her time, even the first in North America. She relies heavily on pathos in her poems, sending out themes of unconditional love and unwavering faith to appeal to her audience, succeeding tremendously in her efforts. “ I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold” (lines 5 and 6, To My Dear and Loving Husband) are particularly powerful lines, giving the reader an idea of just how deep her love for her husband runs. Even the fact that a woman in the times of Puritan restraint and modesty could express her passions toward a man so openly should give the audience a sense of tenderness and sincerity. When she admits that even the whole of Eastern treasures could not replace his love for her, she reveals her devotion and gratitude towards him. In doing so, she appeals not only to her husband’s feelings of affection (who I’m sure was her original target audience), she calls upon the feelings of affection of all her readers, stirring their own past or present sentiments and resulting in a sort of comradeship. This is further exemplified in the line “Compare with me, ye women, if you can” (line 4, To My Dear and Loving Husband). It may seem as though she is saying that no other woman could possibly feel the passion and adoration she feels for her husband, but it seems to me that she is instead asking them to compare her love to the intensity of their own romances.

She also uses specific diction to create the most impassioned and empathetic responses from her audience. Even in the more difficult lines like ‘The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray’, you can get the general gist of what that author is trying to communicate to you. There is again that sense of gratitude towards either her lover or her god, but the feelings of overwhelming appreciation are definitely there. When one reads the line ‘If ever two were one, then surely we’, the unity and contentment practically leaps off the page at you. You can’t help but feel a portion of the tenderness that is expressed in this poem, such is her skill.

Even in the cases that the author seems a bit contradictory, the basic message of her love still manages to resonate strongly. In the line, ‘Compare with me, ye women, if you can’ , the author gives the impression that her target audience is her female peers. In the previous and following lines, however, her extensive use of the word thee (which in Old English terms would be the equivalent of ‘you’), suggests that this poem is meant for the eyes of her husband alone. This inconsistency makes one ask the question of who this poem was truly meant for. Did Mrs. Bradstreet intend for this to be enjoyment and inspiration to her fellow women, or was this a private work never meant to be published at all? In the final line of this poem, the reader is again met with a contradiction. It is common knowledge to all who studied Anne Bradstreet and her works that her faith is deeply rooted within Puritanism, which fully embraced the Calvinistic ideal of Predestination. With that in mind, are we to believe that the line ‘That when we live no more, we may live ever’ is to be taken literally, and that she truly believes that they are both the ‘elect’ and will live in paradise forever? Are we to suppose that she believes that their love will conquer all, even death, despite their religious leanings? Were these paradoxes completely unintentional, or were they meant for the audience to ponder? If so, these contradictions add a bit of thoughtfulness along with the emotion, making this poem that much more enjoyable.

This was the main power of Anne Bradshaw, as well as all the great writers and poets in history; she possessed the ability to utilize pathos and rhetoric in her works, invoking the desired effect upon her audience. Her themes almost always clear to her readers, her messages and purpose for writing able to be deciphered by readers without much effort. Her whimsical verses and passionate vocabulary kept her writings interesting and captivating, each poem able to withstand the passing of nearly four centuries without losing relevance or applicability. It is because of these gifts that Anne Bradstreet is considered one of the greatest and most accomplished writers of the seventeenth century.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet was born into a life of privilege and luxery in the early fifteenth century, her father being steward to the Earl of Lincoln. Despite the attitudes of the age being against the education of a young woman, she was educated in literature, history, Greek, Latin, French, Hebrew, as well as English. She married young, moving to the New World with her husband and parents at the age of sixteen. The three month trip aboard the "Arbella" was a stark contrast to the life she was use to, with cold winds and dying passengers becoming a part of daily life. Despite this, Anne makes it to Massachusetts and starts over there. She has eight children there, and although she was sickly for most of her adult life, becomes a great writer. She writes about her lifestyle in the New World and its religious aspects, although most of her works were originally written for her family. She died in 1672, at the ripe age of 60.

(I have no idea what MLA citations are, and since the internet really didn't help much on the matter, I hope I did this right.)

http://www.biography-center.com/biographies/4179-Bradstreet_Anne.html

Culture Clash


In my opinion, this picture is a perfect representation if this piece not only because it shows Cabeza de Vaca in the way that most scholars have come to view him, but because it is jammed packed with symbolism as well. If one were to look at this image closely, they would notice the staff he is holding is not just a mere piece of wood, but that it is fashioned in the image of the symbolic cross. They would noticed that de Vaca, with his eyes cast upward as if speaking to the gods themselves, is intentionally potrayed as some sort of savior, maybe even reminiscent of Jesus Christ himself. The truly observant, however, would also note the food scattered across the ground as offerings, and that the Natives may have viewed Cabeza not only as a healer, but as a god.

This view may have also been held by the savior in question himself, as he makes many comparisons between the life and death of Jesus Christ and his own trials. “Blood flowed from us in many places where the thorns and shrubs tore our flesh….my only solace was to think of the sufferings of our Redeemer, Jesus Christ, and the blood he had shed for me.” This piece sure makes the connection between the Lord and Cabeza de Vaca, even if he himself did not. The Native Americans can be seen waiting patiently before the Spaniard, possibly hoping for some sort of miracle healing ritual to be performed.

There are also conclusions that can be drawn from this picture, besides any allusions toward the Bible. One could conclude that Cabeza de Vaca, with his clothing being nearly indistinguishable from the Native Americans surrounding him, has successfully assimilated into Indian life while still maintaining his Christian beliefs. In my opinion, this image not only embodies the esteemed reputation and benevolent attitudes that succeeded the man, but the blending of ideals and melding of the cultures may have resulted from him.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Bellringer

Other than color, what comes to mind when you think of a lipsticked girl?

I would think of a confident girl, maybe a bit vain, who spends a lot of time on her appearance. I might think of someone who was a bit more mature, closer to being described as a woman that a girl. The ‘girl’ would probably be glamorous and fashionable as well.

How would it change the meaning and feeling of the line if, instead of lipsticked girl, the author wrote girl with the lipstick on?

I think the line would become overly wordy and the flow would be messed up. As far a meaning, the girl would lose some of her extravagance and distinction. I would instead think of an ordinary girl who was trying too hard to gain attention, but the fact that she was merely wearing lipstick is unoriginal and easily overlooked.

Write a simile comparing a tree with a domesticated animal. In your simile, use a word that is normally used as a noun (like lipstick) as an adjective (like lipsticked). Share your simile with the class.

A maple like an empowered bull.

Monday, September 8, 2008

What Columbus was Really Saying


Is it just me, or does anyone else wonder why Christopher Columbus still has a national holiday in his name? Not only do we as Americans celebrate a man who both directly and indirectly led to the genocide of entire races, demanded non-existent gold and sex from survivors (Christopher Columbus, first page), and never really achieved what he set out to do (he never did find that trade route to India, did he?), most of us do so unknowingly. The vast majority of Americans are also blissfully unaware that their great icon ultimately died penniless and disgraced, the numerous atrocities he committed as governor surfacing and eventually leading to his arrest.

Columbus himself, however, was by no means shy in revealing this information. In his letters to Ferdinand and Isabella, Christopher packs on the pathos, using phrases like ’ I never think without weeping’ (letter to Ferdinand and Isabella Regarding the Fourth Voyage, paragraph 1) and ’the unmerited wrong I have suffered’ (paragraph 6) to appeal to the readers’, namely the king and queen’s, sympathy. Although it isn’t clear whether or not his methods had any effect on his chosen audience, his pity-inducing diction does do an incredible job on portraying him in a pathetic and almost admirable light; indeed, if this final plea to his patrons were coupled with the heartbreaking image of the fallen hero being herded off the ship in shackles, not even the most informed and callous person could help feeling even the tiniest ounce of pity for the poor guy. He certainly makes no secret of his depleted fortune either, willingly admitting that ’of worldly goods, he had not even a blanca for offering in spiritual things’.

Impressively, Columbus manages to both simultaneously induce the most sympathy possible in these letters while reminding his employers of all the ’wonder’ he has done for them. ’The land which here obey Your Highnesses are more extensive and richer that all other Christain lands. After I, by divine will, had placed them under your royal and exalted lordship…..I was made a prisoner and with my two brothers was thrown into a ship, laden with fetters, stripped to the skin, very ill-treated, and being condemned.’ ( paragraph 5 of the Ferdinand letter) Tsk, tsk, poor Columbus. He gains incredible wealth for his adoptive country and its sovereigns, governs the new lands justly and to the best of his ability, and this is the thanks he gets? Slandered, impoverished, and tried like a common criminal? Why, the outrage! He should be hailed as a national hero for all that he’s done; statues should be erected in his name, scholars should be tripping over themselves to get his account of the new world, or at the very least, he should be well compensated financially for his discoveries.

This is the true message that Columbus meant to be embraced by Ferdinand and Isabella, and he admittedly did one heck of a job getting his point across, even if it was not completely successful at the time. To answer my own question, Columbus is such a revered figure in our society not only because most of us still (mistakenly) believe that he discovered this great land of ours, but because the pathos his images and letters invoke make him someone we can relate to. When we are taught the biography of Mr. Columbus, the fact that he was an Average Joe son of two working class stiffs is always one of the first things to be mentioned; since most of us are Average Joe’s and Jane’s ourselves, we make a slight connection with him there. As stated before, he is also a true genius at invoking sympathy when the situation calls for it, and the fact that his life ended tragically only strengthens our bond with Columbus. These letters and images like the picture above paint Columbus as a pathetic and prosecuted, completely undeserving of the atrocities committed against him. This is why we celebrate October 12 as the recognition of a true hero, and why we will most likely continue to do so for years to come.

P.S. Okay, I can't get double spacing or tab to work on this thing.



Fall of a legend (Columbus Picture)

Now this picture is one that most students definitely don’t see every day. Instead of being portrayed in rich furs and dazzling jewelry as per usual, this image of Christopher Columbus is downright degrading. He is shown being herded off the boat in chains like livestock, his hair is matted, his beard is unkempt, and his clothes are simply filthy. He has lost his signature grace and prideful stance, adopting here a look of self pity and forced humility. His downcast eyes may indicate shame or humiliation, most likely caused by approaching his fellow countrymen as a disgraced prisoner. Columbus is obviously old and frail looking, yet is chained to his brothers by the neck as if a prospective runaway. This may have been done only to inflict further mortification on the once great conqueror, and if the defeated and downtrodden stance of Columbus is any indication, it had its desired effect. I’m not entirely sure if the artist’s intent was to enforce our admiration of the man or to dispute it, but both outcomes seem to be equally powerful.

P.S. Yeah, it would really help out if someone could tell me how the heck I'm suppose to keep this this double spaced.