- Nobody loves me, but my mother
This blog entry relates very well to the text on the North Korean concentration camp that I read about. I made good connections between the article, my own life and the life in 1984. I believe that I expressed my opinion on the subject fairly well, and the subject really interested me and I enjoyed talking about it. Saumya commented on my blog post, and I replied to her comment on her blog, where she discusses the same subject in one of her blog entries. More information on that discussion will be posted below.
Depth:
Do you believe in magic?
This entry of mine is the best one in my opinion since I state a lot of examples and I really go deep in terms of research and personal thoughts. I reference two different books (Harry Potter and Twilight) and I also make a connection to Brecht. I focused on why do we relate/read a certain novel? What makes us read a story and enjoy it?
Interaction:
Lack of Lightening
Discussion:
Do you believe in magic?
This blog entry of mine ended in a discussion between Monique and I, where we talk about the word choice in different novels etc. At the end we focused on Shakespeare, since he had a very exquisite writing style that not everyone appreciates. We discussed his use of language and also word choice in general. This little interaction really helped me form my ideas in a distinctive way.
Xenoblogging:
Keep it simple
Wildcard:
If I had to talk about my greatest passion (besides eating, sleeping and partying – these are things I wouldn’t give up for the world…), it would be travelling. Not to any random place, but to France or Germany. When I visit my friends and family in Germany and France, I feel at home and that is a feeling that is irreplaceable. In Germany, when I walk through the street that I used to live in for eleven years, when I cross the little mailbox that I used to put my letters for my mailing friend in, when I see the church that I used to sing in and celebrate Christmas in, I get an amazing feeling. It’s like getting butterflies in your stomach when you see the person you like – just different. Memories are something no one can take from you, (here I could add a little reference to 1984 – memories are the only thing the thought police can’t erase) and they make you happy. Sometimes I wish that you could put memories in marmalade glasses, and that you could open them whenever you wanted to, to relive those memories, to go back in time for a while. Paris was probably the best period of my life so far. I spent my best moments there. I had a group of friends – the four blondes- and I loved them so much. We were very much alike and those four years shaped me like no other. (Another little reference to my blog entry about First the Forests Are we human, or are we dancers? where I said that our environments shape us). This might seem like a random ‘wildcard’ post, but if there’s anything I like to talk about, it’s these two places that I will remember forever.
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