His hair, the texture in her fingers, coarse black unruly locks. She didn't know what they would say, what the next step would be. But as for now, she was content watching him sleep.
The click alerted her that the hour had changed. Sunday morning was melting by. Slowly, Natalie rose out of bed, careful not to disturb him. The sheet fell lower, revealing more of his toned figure. She smiled to herself, hoping luck would find its way to her.
Her mother wouldn't approve of this, but the two of them never did get along.
The smell of a cooking omlett was enough to rouse him from sleep. He streched, yawned and gazed at her room. It was a soft blue, serene. Slipping his boxers back on, he then ventured towards her kitchen.
They kissed hello. He slumped into a chair, still groggy.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"So what now? Were do we go from here Paul?"
"I'm not sure. I really..."
She kissed him again, hoping to persuade him. It was quiet for awhile, the birds were trying to ease the tension, trying to get the two to make their own sounds.
"Good omlette."
"Thanks. I love to cook...." Her voice trailed off. Never before had she been so apprehensive. She wanted answers and conversation, by from the look of his face, neither was bound to happen soon.
What could he say to her? She was beautiful but he was a disaster. Should they try it again? Damn it! Say something!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Using Book 11 as evidence, what is the poem's definition of justice?
The poem’s definition of justice is based upon divinity. When a person is punished, it is not the wrong they committed that is weighted so much as to what extent they tried to act like a god. Tityos is lain in a field, having vultures tear at his innards; it is not the committed act of rape, it is his stab at divinity, having raped the mistress of Zeus (590). Odysseus also observes Tantalos as he relives the joke he tried to play on the Gods; now he is to spend eternity being taunted with ripened fruit and fresh water (605), unattainable perfection supplied by the divine. The gods mock him through punishment. The experience Odysseus has in Hades along with his own life concurs. He lives in a realm monopolized by the gods. They are both power hungry and demand submission. A staggering hierarchy exists in the realm of humans. No aspirations of anything better are tolerated by the gods.
The poem’s definition of justice is based upon divinity. When a person is punished, it is not the wrong they committed that is weighted so much as to what extent they tried to act like a god. Tityos is lain in a field, having vultures tear at his innards; it is not the committed act of rape, it is his stab at divinity, having raped the mistress of Zeus (590). Odysseus also observes Tantalos as he relives the joke he tried to play on the Gods; now he is to spend eternity being taunted with ripened fruit and fresh water (605), unattainable perfection supplied by the divine. The gods mock him through punishment. The experience Odysseus has in Hades along with his own life concurs. He lives in a realm monopolized by the gods. They are both power hungry and demand submission. A staggering hierarchy exists in the realm of humans. No aspirations of anything better are tolerated by the gods.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
“Into his mind came a recollection of flies struggling away from the flypaper till their little legs were torn off. . . the important thing was he suddenly realized the futility of resistance.”
“The Trail” is a case testing the strength of a man, Joseph K. At first he denies the severity of the accusations, brushing them off as insignificant. Soon he realizes that the case will not disappear, despite his dissmissive attitude. As the book progress, one theme remains in plain sight, the path to enlightenment. One passage in particular stands out “ Into his mind came a recollection of flies struggling away from the flypaper till their little legs were torn off. . . the important thing was he suddenly realized the futility of resistance.” This is the full transistion, K. suddenly realizing that he cannot defeat the court, his accusations, or control his future.
“The Trail” is a case testing the strength of a man, Joseph K. At first he denies the severity of the accusations, brushing them off as insignificant. Soon he realizes that the case will not disappear, despite his dissmissive attitude. As the book progress, one theme remains in plain sight, the path to enlightenment. One passage in particular stands out “ Into his mind came a recollection of flies struggling away from the flypaper till their little legs were torn off. . . the important thing was he suddenly realized the futility of resistance.” This is the full transistion, K. suddenly realizing that he cannot defeat the court, his accusations, or control his future.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Natalie saw Paul again. It was at the small family-owned restaurant. The owner, Mrs.White, has been a friend of Natalie's since she moved here. Mrs.White was widowed, her son lived with her because she was far too strong minded to enter assisted living. Plus he got free room and board.
Paul was at a corner table, making use of the free wifi. Natalie couldn't sleep at night, she had constant thoughts of Paul. She wanted to know why here was here, and more importantly, she wanted him back. They broke up and she knew the risks of trying anything else again. Still, she was bored and did indeed long for companionship, despite what she told her mother.
Paul still didn't know what he wanted. He still wasn't happy, but he wasn't depressed either. He was simply, numb. A woman was watching him. She was the same woman from the cafe. He still couldn't remember her.
Paul was at a corner table, making use of the free wifi. Natalie couldn't sleep at night, she had constant thoughts of Paul. She wanted to know why here was here, and more importantly, she wanted him back. They broke up and she knew the risks of trying anything else again. Still, she was bored and did indeed long for companionship, despite what she told her mother.
Paul still didn't know what he wanted. He still wasn't happy, but he wasn't depressed either. He was simply, numb. A woman was watching him. She was the same woman from the cafe. He still couldn't remember her.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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