America loves a good laugh. Big Mouth provides both a good laugh and education about the anatomy of the human body. Also, the show talks about firsts. First crushes, first periods, first kisses. However, it also the show talks about how these firsts can cause a lot of shame. There are so many ways to make the people of America laugh. These creators decided to make a show that focuses solely on puberty and the hilarious aspects of it.
Thursday, May 23, 2019
A Big Comedic Mouth
America loves a good laugh. Big Mouth provides both a good laugh and education about the anatomy of the human body. Also, the show talks about firsts. First crushes, first periods, first kisses. However, it also the show talks about how these firsts can cause a lot of shame. There are so many ways to make the people of America laugh. These creators decided to make a show that focuses solely on puberty and the hilarious aspects of it.
Thursday, May 16, 2019
The Future is Humor
The Office, a mockumentary based on Ricky Gervais’ sitcom The Office UK is an American 21st century television classic. While the show mainly takes place in the office of Dunder Mifflin, the show encapsulates almost every type of comedy and reaches a wide range of audiences. Depending on the episode the office uses all three types of comedy. Some episodes are very far fetched such as a sting operation on fellow competitors, this episode would be classified under the subcategory of farce, while other episodes might be considered a romantic comedy weather it be between Jim and Pam or Dwight and Angela. Many different times throughout the show these couples struggle or are separated but eventually end up back together. The most prevalent subcategory although, is satirical comedy which is seen in the vast majority of the show.
The Office is known for its all different types of humor whether it be “hard to watch” comedy in which we as the audience know how awful the situation is yet we continue to watch knowing the outcome of the sheer stupidity. A prime example of this is when dwight purposely stages a fire at the office to test the employee's “safety awareness”. Along with this the Office has many Comic Heros, the main one being Michael Scott, played by Steve Carell. While at times he has good intentions, he can be racist, sexist, homophobic, and flat out immoral, and maybe just maybe a wee bit funny. He truly seems to care about the people around him and uses humor as his mode of expressing this.
While he starts the show as the manager of the Scranton Branch he eventually creates his own paper company but because of his own hubris he lands right back where he started working alongside his employees at dunder mifflin. The show really encapsulates how humor is a necessary part of life. We are all human; there are good days and bad, we have our ups and downs, we lose people and meet new ones, but at the end of the day it's up to us to bring laughter and joy into the people around us lives.
Family Guy enlightens an imperfect world
Family Guy is an animated sitcom created by Seth Macfarlane surrounding the Griffin Family. The creator, Mr. Macfarlane uses many techniques of satire to help break down many prevalent stereotypes in the US, doing so in a light hearted manner. From a parody of Star Wars or stewie, a baby, taking over the world, family guy uses just about every satirical technique in the books and then a few. One of the creators favorite techniques to use is hyperbole and we see this throughout the show. An example of this would be between meg and her bully, in the episode the bully wants to “punch her pretty”. While you can’t actually punch someone’s face so hard they turn pretty, the bully is clearly exaggerating.
Family Guy has broken just about every taboo; terrorism, pedophilia, god/jesus, abortion, physical/mental disabilities, Transgenders and even AIDS along with just about every other racial stereotype, so why do people continue watching this show? There are two important things that the creators of family guy do so that they continue airing episodes twenty some years later. First and most importantly is they do not single out one group in particular but instead, they poke fun at many different (and many times) very taboo things. By doing this they are not marginalizing one specific group and instead make fun of human nature itself. I think what the show is really going after is the fact that we make mistakes, we’re ignorant people, and we all have our flaws and imperfections but when we can learn to laugh with each other instead of at each other, we are one step closer to a better world.
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
In Dire Need of a Satire
Sunday, May 5, 2019
The "World's Language" meets Poetry
Music is the world's language. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you are from, anyone can understand music. Now I don’t consider myself to be bilingual because of this fact, but it certainly holds true. Another form of art that is equally as expressive as music, but takes a good understanding of a language to grasp is poetry; there is more parallels that you’d think. Things like structure, rhyme scheme, and similar themes all carry over in each art form. Here are some examples of that.
When we look at “Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand” by Walt Whitman, you see a poem about love that has a dark side. A love that the narrator does not think will work out, and the person they love is going to get the metaphorical shaft. A response for this song was written by Alice Cooper in the song “Poison.” The lover writes back, “I wanna love you but I better not touch / I wanna hold you, but my sense tell me to stop / I wanna kiss you but I want it too much / I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.” They also separate their longer sections of their works with a two line expressive interjection. Whitman writes “Who is her that would become my follower? / Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?” to Coopers “One look, could kill / My pain, your thrill.”
Bruce Springsteen takes a poem out of Emily’ Dickinson's anthology, when he wrote “Born to Run.” As the title suggests, the couple in this epic four and a half minute song are getting away from society. The society that “rips the bones from your back” and is “a death trap, it’s a suicide rap.” Dickinson writes in “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” about nobody. Nobody does not want to be part of their society, one that forces you to connect with people who aren’t inspired. It’s a place where nobody does not like one bit and wants to escape just like Bruce and Wendy. These two works share a similar rhyme scheme as well. Dickinson writes “How dreary - to be - Somebody! / How public - like a Frog - / To tell one’s name - the livelong June - / To an admiring Bog!” This is an ABCB rhyme scheme, while bruce does the same thing in the end of his last verse. He sings “Where we really wanna go / And we’ll walk in the sun / But till then tramps like us / Baby we were born to run.”
I think Dickinson would have gaged if she listened to Ray Charles’s “I Got a Woman.” In his last verse he says “She’s there to love me / Both day and night” and “She knows a woman’s place / Is right there, now, in her home.” In her poem “I’m ‘wife’ - I’ve finished that -” she responds to this. Instead of using profuse profanity, like myself and many others would have, and exclaiming why Ray Charles needs to rethink how he sees woman, she says “How odd the Girl’s life looks / Behind this soft Eclipse -.” She is exactly right. You do not define a woman as being a housewife who is there to love you, that covers up her shining self, life an eclipse. I don’t know how charles missed that lesson.
“I’m a shooting star, leaping through the sky / Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity … There’s no stopping me.” This is exactly what I picture Dickinson sang after “A solemn thing - it was - I said -.” She writes, “And then - the size of this ‘small’ life … swelled - like Horizons - in my vest - / And I sneered - softly - ‘small’!” The other thing swelling in her vest was her lungs ready to belt out this epic song that shares the same rhyme scheme. They both don’t use one. Freddie Mercury sings “time … yeah … ecstasy … me … time,” at the end of the lines in his first verse, while dickinson says “said … be … fit … mystery.”
I don’t think Dickinson was the legendary theatrical heavyweight champion of the world, but he poem “Because I Could Not Stop for Death,” shares a similar message as Rocky’s theme song. “Gonna Fly Now,” is all about perseverance and the grind. Its poem length lyrics read “Trying hard now / It’s so hard now / Trying hard now / Gettin’ strong now / Coming on, now / Gettin’ strong now / Gonna fly now / Flyin’ high now / Gonna fly, fly, fly.” Those inspiring words, completed with a second to none guitar solo, backup vocals, brass, and sound production really give you the feeling you will not stop for anything. The narrator in this poem must have just watched Rocky run up the stairs of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, because they are on the same page. Death has “kindly stopped for me-” just like Rocky’s doubts and hardships he overcame. They also don’t use a rhyme scheme to develop their poem, its straight to the point with how they feel.
When we look at “Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand” by Walt Whitman, you see a poem about love that has a dark side. A love that the narrator does not think will work out, and the person they love is going to get the metaphorical shaft. A response for this song was written by Alice Cooper in the song “Poison.” The lover writes back, “I wanna love you but I better not touch / I wanna hold you, but my sense tell me to stop / I wanna kiss you but I want it too much / I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.” They also separate their longer sections of their works with a two line expressive interjection. Whitman writes “Who is her that would become my follower? / Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?” to Coopers “One look, could kill / My pain, your thrill.”
Bruce Springsteen takes a poem out of Emily’ Dickinson's anthology, when he wrote “Born to Run.” As the title suggests, the couple in this epic four and a half minute song are getting away from society. The society that “rips the bones from your back” and is “a death trap, it’s a suicide rap.” Dickinson writes in “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” about nobody. Nobody does not want to be part of their society, one that forces you to connect with people who aren’t inspired. It’s a place where nobody does not like one bit and wants to escape just like Bruce and Wendy. These two works share a similar rhyme scheme as well. Dickinson writes “How dreary - to be - Somebody! / How public - like a Frog - / To tell one’s name - the livelong June - / To an admiring Bog!” This is an ABCB rhyme scheme, while bruce does the same thing in the end of his last verse. He sings “Where we really wanna go / And we’ll walk in the sun / But till then tramps like us / Baby we were born to run.”
I think Dickinson would have gaged if she listened to Ray Charles’s “I Got a Woman.” In his last verse he says “She’s there to love me / Both day and night” and “She knows a woman’s place / Is right there, now, in her home.” In her poem “I’m ‘wife’ - I’ve finished that -” she responds to this. Instead of using profuse profanity, like myself and many others would have, and exclaiming why Ray Charles needs to rethink how he sees woman, she says “How odd the Girl’s life looks / Behind this soft Eclipse -.” She is exactly right. You do not define a woman as being a housewife who is there to love you, that covers up her shining self, life an eclipse. I don’t know how charles missed that lesson.
“I’m a shooting star, leaping through the sky / Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity … There’s no stopping me.” This is exactly what I picture Dickinson sang after “A solemn thing - it was - I said -.” She writes, “And then - the size of this ‘small’ life … swelled - like Horizons - in my vest - / And I sneered - softly - ‘small’!” The other thing swelling in her vest was her lungs ready to belt out this epic song that shares the same rhyme scheme. They both don’t use one. Freddie Mercury sings “time … yeah … ecstasy … me … time,” at the end of the lines in his first verse, while dickinson says “said … be … fit … mystery.”
I don’t think Dickinson was the legendary theatrical heavyweight champion of the world, but he poem “Because I Could Not Stop for Death,” shares a similar message as Rocky’s theme song. “Gonna Fly Now,” is all about perseverance and the grind. Its poem length lyrics read “Trying hard now / It’s so hard now / Trying hard now / Gettin’ strong now / Coming on, now / Gettin’ strong now / Gonna fly now / Flyin’ high now / Gonna fly, fly, fly.” Those inspiring words, completed with a second to none guitar solo, backup vocals, brass, and sound production really give you the feeling you will not stop for anything. The narrator in this poem must have just watched Rocky run up the stairs of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, because they are on the same page. Death has “kindly stopped for me-” just like Rocky’s doubts and hardships he overcame. They also don’t use a rhyme scheme to develop their poem, its straight to the point with how they feel.
Thursday, May 2, 2019
Poetry to Me
Poetry is relatively new to me. Of course I had to memorize Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” in 4th grade and I have read poetry most years in middle school and every year in high school. But it didn’t start to sink in until junior year when I had to write my junior theme on a poet. I again went with Robert Frost, and many of his poems helped open up my eyes to the world of poetry. When the poetry units roll around in English classes, it usually results in a lot of eyes rolling. But with my last two poetry units, they have not brought me any grief, quite the opposite in fact; when I talk to my friends or other classmates, however, they do not share the same feelings as me.
Many students feel the poetry units are a waste of time, or are dumb, or are boring. I legitimately feel this is the farthest from the truth. The reason, I believe, for their resistance to poetry is they really don’t dig into the works. They don’t find relatable themes and dig up food for thought in the poems. They push back before the poetry can get close: and this is sad to me. Without this blow-off and negative attitude towards poetry, I think it would have been a lot more impactful for many students.
Before I share what I found valuable or thought provoking or inspiring in several Romantic and Transcendentalist poems, I need to briefly explain the French concept of “je ne sais quoi,” which is defined by the Merriam-Webster dictionary as “something(such as an appealing quality) that cannot be adequately described or expressed.” I couldn’t have said it better myself, but one thing I would like to add is simply reading the definition will not tell you exactly what the phrase means. It’s a feeling. A spark. Something you cannot shake off and you can’t explain but it’s there. With that in mind, here a few things I love about some 1800s poetry.
To start we have “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud” by William Wordsworth and “I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed” by Emily Dickinson. Contrary to the title of the former, what I got from this poem was the opposite of lonely. He describes a beautiful scene in nature, that he later explains was made up in his head. You can take nature wherever you want with you. This is a new idea for me, which is one of the reasons poetry is so great. It makes you think of things you never have before; it puts you in the head of another brain who has had great thoughts and revelations, and leaves you to decode them in their writing. In the latter, it describes the amazing feelings you get from nature. How you do not need substance to get intoxicated, for you have nature. This is a great reminder of the outdoors, something highly undervalued in our society. For example our government frankly does not give a rats ass about the environment. In addition, we spend so much time indoors, especially during the school year. From 8 o’clock to 3:04 we are forced to be inside, and then have homework and other activities after that, more often than not. These poems put light on its wonders and power, and how it is undervalued severely.
In a similar vein, we have “A Blessing” by James Wright. This poem is very straightforward all the way to the end. The last few lines read “Suddenly I realize / That if I stepped out of my body I would break / Into blossom.” Even after reading this poem many times and discussing it in class, I have not cracked the code and don’t understand what it means. This is beautiful in poetry is that you can not know exactly what the author is trying to say, but still feel the poem and what the author is expressing, and have something to ponder next time that I’m bored.
Next is “Desideria” by Wordsworth as well. His metaphor of “transport” being him leaving something he loves and “silent tomb” being his repressed sadness is my first je ne sais quoi moment. Metaphors like that, where they give you a different way of thinking about something that you have experienced is amazing and incredibly thought provoking. But it's more that just “amazing and thought provoking.” It gives you a cool feeling when you dig into this poem and find what Wordsworth is talking about, and that’s why I like poetry. Also I am not claiming to relate directly to losing a love and remembering them and being super sad. I’m 17 years old. But what makes this poem even better, is that even though this poem was written in the 1800s by a grown man talking about his problems, I can relate as a teen in the 21st century. I have certainly tried to escape worry or hurt through things like Netflix, video games, and being with my friends. But like he says, when you think of that thing that makes your gut drop it is hard to shake and plagues you mind. For me it’s not loosing a love, it’s probably something unimportant in the grand scheme of things like a big homework assignment, but nevertheless, this poem makes me think about my life in a new way, giving the poem good meaning.
“Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats after my first two read throughs was about covering up pain with drugs. But then after I dug deeper I started to think that it was about having pain from something so good. To be honest I am not totally sure, but I think that’s it. This is another wonderful part of poetry, while I cannot personally relate to this theme at all, it takes you into a seperate word of magic, of “nymphs” in “hippocrene” with a drink that will taint the mind.
The first section of Walt Whitman’s “Song of myself” was a fun one. He tells how he loves his life and himself, and is going amazing. This poem brought a smile to my face. While many poems we read have tinges of sadness, or at least pensiveness, this one is outwardly positive. This is an approach I choose to take on life, and I am happy to see that Whitman felt the same way. Another reason I love poetry is because of the ability to draw parallels to the current day. There is obviously one in this poem, because there has not been a time when happy people didn’t live. But other poems surely give me things to think about, like how there were similar feelings had years ago, by people just like me. Further in his 6th section, the beginning of the poem really stood out to me. He writes, “A child said What is the grass? Fetching it to me with full hands; / How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.” I could write a whole other blog post on this line, but that’s not why I’m here today, so I’ll shorten my ideas. When I was a kid, I thought that parents knew everything, that they were always right, and basically not flawed. As I grow older I realize how wrong I actually was. Every adult was a kid at one point, and there is no time when adults go from flawed kids to perfect adults. Hopefully they grow and learn a lot in their life, but nobody learns it all. So when I’m looked down on for being a youth it makes me furious, and any time an adult thinks they know more about life philosophy than I do, it makes me furious. Everybody on this earth is faced with challenges and learns from them. They go through different things, and learn at different paces, and some have had more years to learn than others. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean that they necessarily know more than I do about life; Whitman couldn’t have articulated this better. I am going to make sure that every person I mentor, teach, and interact with knows that I am not all knowing, and prove to them they aren’t either if they have somehow concocted that notion.
The last poem that I will be talking about was also written by Walt Whitman, titled “Noiseless, Patient Spider.” This hit home for sure with the speak of making bridges in new places, like the spider web and the wandering soul looking for spheres to connect to, with my nearing departure to college. A lot of ties are going to be cut in the end of the summer, some that will never be repaired. It’s sad but it’s the truth. This poem is exactly like that and again gives je ne sais quios, but this time with a more forward, and spooky aura. In this poem the soul does not know what is ahead of it: it is surrounded in “measureless oceans of space.” This is precisely what I feel with my future, but maybe add a compass and a crumpled map to the picture. Whitman tells of “the bridge you will need, be form’d--till the ductile anchor hold.” For me, this is the ties that I am looking forward to making in college, and beyond. This is the last reason I will give on why I love poetry: it really gets you thinking, of not only you past and how you can relate to a poet, but about your future.
Many students feel the poetry units are a waste of time, or are dumb, or are boring. I legitimately feel this is the farthest from the truth. The reason, I believe, for their resistance to poetry is they really don’t dig into the works. They don’t find relatable themes and dig up food for thought in the poems. They push back before the poetry can get close: and this is sad to me. Without this blow-off and negative attitude towards poetry, I think it would have been a lot more impactful for many students.
Before I share what I found valuable or thought provoking or inspiring in several Romantic and Transcendentalist poems, I need to briefly explain the French concept of “je ne sais quoi,” which is defined by the Merriam-Webster dictionary as “something(such as an appealing quality) that cannot be adequately described or expressed.” I couldn’t have said it better myself, but one thing I would like to add is simply reading the definition will not tell you exactly what the phrase means. It’s a feeling. A spark. Something you cannot shake off and you can’t explain but it’s there. With that in mind, here a few things I love about some 1800s poetry.
To start we have “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud” by William Wordsworth and “I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed” by Emily Dickinson. Contrary to the title of the former, what I got from this poem was the opposite of lonely. He describes a beautiful scene in nature, that he later explains was made up in his head. You can take nature wherever you want with you. This is a new idea for me, which is one of the reasons poetry is so great. It makes you think of things you never have before; it puts you in the head of another brain who has had great thoughts and revelations, and leaves you to decode them in their writing. In the latter, it describes the amazing feelings you get from nature. How you do not need substance to get intoxicated, for you have nature. This is a great reminder of the outdoors, something highly undervalued in our society. For example our government frankly does not give a rats ass about the environment. In addition, we spend so much time indoors, especially during the school year. From 8 o’clock to 3:04 we are forced to be inside, and then have homework and other activities after that, more often than not. These poems put light on its wonders and power, and how it is undervalued severely.
In a similar vein, we have “A Blessing” by James Wright. This poem is very straightforward all the way to the end. The last few lines read “Suddenly I realize / That if I stepped out of my body I would break / Into blossom.” Even after reading this poem many times and discussing it in class, I have not cracked the code and don’t understand what it means. This is beautiful in poetry is that you can not know exactly what the author is trying to say, but still feel the poem and what the author is expressing, and have something to ponder next time that I’m bored.
Next is “Desideria” by Wordsworth as well. His metaphor of “transport” being him leaving something he loves and “silent tomb” being his repressed sadness is my first je ne sais quoi moment. Metaphors like that, where they give you a different way of thinking about something that you have experienced is amazing and incredibly thought provoking. But it's more that just “amazing and thought provoking.” It gives you a cool feeling when you dig into this poem and find what Wordsworth is talking about, and that’s why I like poetry. Also I am not claiming to relate directly to losing a love and remembering them and being super sad. I’m 17 years old. But what makes this poem even better, is that even though this poem was written in the 1800s by a grown man talking about his problems, I can relate as a teen in the 21st century. I have certainly tried to escape worry or hurt through things like Netflix, video games, and being with my friends. But like he says, when you think of that thing that makes your gut drop it is hard to shake and plagues you mind. For me it’s not loosing a love, it’s probably something unimportant in the grand scheme of things like a big homework assignment, but nevertheless, this poem makes me think about my life in a new way, giving the poem good meaning.
“Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats after my first two read throughs was about covering up pain with drugs. But then after I dug deeper I started to think that it was about having pain from something so good. To be honest I am not totally sure, but I think that’s it. This is another wonderful part of poetry, while I cannot personally relate to this theme at all, it takes you into a seperate word of magic, of “nymphs” in “hippocrene” with a drink that will taint the mind.
The first section of Walt Whitman’s “Song of myself” was a fun one. He tells how he loves his life and himself, and is going amazing. This poem brought a smile to my face. While many poems we read have tinges of sadness, or at least pensiveness, this one is outwardly positive. This is an approach I choose to take on life, and I am happy to see that Whitman felt the same way. Another reason I love poetry is because of the ability to draw parallels to the current day. There is obviously one in this poem, because there has not been a time when happy people didn’t live. But other poems surely give me things to think about, like how there were similar feelings had years ago, by people just like me. Further in his 6th section, the beginning of the poem really stood out to me. He writes, “A child said What is the grass? Fetching it to me with full hands; / How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.” I could write a whole other blog post on this line, but that’s not why I’m here today, so I’ll shorten my ideas. When I was a kid, I thought that parents knew everything, that they were always right, and basically not flawed. As I grow older I realize how wrong I actually was. Every adult was a kid at one point, and there is no time when adults go from flawed kids to perfect adults. Hopefully they grow and learn a lot in their life, but nobody learns it all. So when I’m looked down on for being a youth it makes me furious, and any time an adult thinks they know more about life philosophy than I do, it makes me furious. Everybody on this earth is faced with challenges and learns from them. They go through different things, and learn at different paces, and some have had more years to learn than others. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean that they necessarily know more than I do about life; Whitman couldn’t have articulated this better. I am going to make sure that every person I mentor, teach, and interact with knows that I am not all knowing, and prove to them they aren’t either if they have somehow concocted that notion.
The last poem that I will be talking about was also written by Walt Whitman, titled “Noiseless, Patient Spider.” This hit home for sure with the speak of making bridges in new places, like the spider web and the wandering soul looking for spheres to connect to, with my nearing departure to college. A lot of ties are going to be cut in the end of the summer, some that will never be repaired. It’s sad but it’s the truth. This poem is exactly like that and again gives je ne sais quios, but this time with a more forward, and spooky aura. In this poem the soul does not know what is ahead of it: it is surrounded in “measureless oceans of space.” This is precisely what I feel with my future, but maybe add a compass and a crumpled map to the picture. Whitman tells of “the bridge you will need, be form’d--till the ductile anchor hold.” For me, this is the ties that I am looking forward to making in college, and beyond. This is the last reason I will give on why I love poetry: it really gets you thinking, of not only you past and how you can relate to a poet, but about your future.
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