<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:03:19.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-7482451073564644729</id><published>2009-04-21T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:50:36.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S.A.: Confederate States of America</title><content type='html'>This was a film that was hard to grasp considering the contrast between comedy and the utter disbelief of the topic of slavery.  Oftentimes it seems that our country has a difficult time talking about slavery and its impact it has created throughout our country.  Although slavery seems very far off from my generation, it really hasn't been that long since African Americans were free.  This film dealt with the concept of what the world would be like if the South had won the civil war.  Although it was consumed with a great deal of humor, it is a very scary concept to think about.  What would the war be like if there were slaves?  It's extremely hard to consider since much of my generation is much more accepting of different beliefs and have a contrasting belief to the people during that era.  The interesting thing about the film, is that although is it not factual, there are a great deal of events and products that were prevalent during that time.  That is what made this film so believable and all the more scary to picture.  Prior to this class I never heard of this film, but I think it is an important contribution to the notion of slavery.  I find our country to frequently dismiss the idea of slavery, and we need more pieces to contribute to our understanding of this extensive and intrusive era in history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-7482451073564644729?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/7482451073564644729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=7482451073564644729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/7482451073564644729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/7482451073564644729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/04/csa-confederate-states-of-america.html' title='C.S.A.: Confederate States of America'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-5532742082510856689</id><published>2009-04-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:45:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Performances of Pain: Women and Triathlons," Erin Striff</title><content type='html'>This lecture was very interesting to see.  I never looked at the performance of pain, and more specifically, how woman are portrayed through this.  Erin's lecture pointed out how woman who were photographed were oftentimes smiling and very welcoming, while males seemed to take pictures which defined the male qualities of aggression and athleticism.  This is a very intriguing contrast from one another, despite the similar obstacles they must endure to complete such a task.  The Iron Man, more specifically, is an event that is intensely gruesome.  Through the video of Julie Moss competing in the 1982 Ironman, I was amazed at the sense of determination she endured in order to complete such an overwhelming phenomena.  The Ironman ultimately tests the limits of the body, and it is clear that this competition shows the immense stamina needed in order to even complete it.  Mrs. Striff also pointed out how there is no Ironwoman, but the competition remains Ironman despite the attendance of females in the competition.  Oftentimes anything athletic is considered a male domain, and I wonder if this is due to the history of gender roles.  In the past, the males were the hunters for the family, while the woman stayed at home doing domestic work.  Is this innate history part of the everlasting impact that we still associate with male and female roles, and more specifically in triathons?  I think this would be an interesting idea to explore more intently in order to grasp the fuller depth of this identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-5532742082510856689?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/5532742082510856689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=5532742082510856689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/5532742082510856689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/5532742082510856689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/04/performances-of-pain-women-and.html' title='Performances of Pain: Women and Triathlons,&quot; Erin Striff'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-7181143476238071255</id><published>2009-03-25T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:55:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Illuminated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://massthink.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/everything-is-illuminated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://massthink.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/everything-is-illuminated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not quite sure what to think after watching Everything is Illuminated. The backdrop of the plot is rather solemn and depicts the horrible killing and impact war has had on Jewish people, yet there was a vast amount of humor within the movie. Although I found myself laughing at many of the funny parts, I felt almost guilty for doing so considering the underlying message the movie showed. Further in the film, the more serious it became as they discovered Trachinbrod and the unexpected suicide of the old man. It still baffles me why he killed himself since he seemed at peace with his past after visiting Trachinbrod. Although the viewer will never fully understand why the old man decided to end his life, the movie was pretty interesting in an unusual way. The beginning started rather slowly and I was hesitant whether I would enjoy it. As the humor began, however, I found myself interested in the outcome of the film. Maybe the humor was used as a way to break up the seriousness of the topic? I can relate in the sense that I use humor as a way of overcoming obstacles and trying to see the light in things. The title suits the movie well as well as the overall theme that the past illuminates everything. We cannot move forward into the future without fully understanding our past and where we came from. We cannot appreciate the future without glancing back at where we came from, and how far we have come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-7181143476238071255?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/7181143476238071255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=7181143476238071255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/7181143476238071255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/7181143476238071255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-illuminated.html' title='Everything is Illuminated'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-6554962657238182436</id><published>2009-03-23T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:04:36.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Think It's a Pain Cry"</title><content type='html'>After Professor Snyder's talk, I was very interested in the different portrayals of pain within art.  It was amazing to see the reaction from one of the women who attended the lecture since she was genuinely convinced that this type of art was completely useless and uneccessary.  I think this pain is so interesting because of the very fact that it is controversial.  Although many believe that shooting oneself in public, or cutting oneself is not a form of "art," I slightly disagree.  I do believe there needs to be a line drawn eventually for what constitutes as art, but I think this type of performance is very powerful.  Some of these acts are very personal and so it intrigues me to be given a glimpse into that person's life; into their pain.  Although we have read about various stories of pain, we all like to believe it is an individual experience, yet this art helps make an individual experience a public display.  I think it is necessary in understanding our world and those in it.  Overall I found Snyder's lecture a very interesting one.  He opened up my eyes to various forms of art I would never have seen otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-6554962657238182436?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/6554962657238182436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=6554962657238182436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/6554962657238182436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/6554962657238182436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-its-pain-cry.html' title='&quot;I Think It&apos;s a Pain Cry&quot;'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-5962809863031459577</id><published>2009-03-05T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:40:04.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Falling Man</title><content type='html'>September 11th was a monumental event in American history, and it has impacted the lives of many Americans.  Interestingly, however, I have never seen the picture of the falling man as controversial, but this discussion has broadened my scope of the effect this event and the art and literature produced has had on people.  To myself, art and literature are necessary in order to capture important events and are useful in determining why and how it happened.  It is making history, before we completely understand it is history.  I understand the notion that it is not glamorous or beautiful for someone to choose to take their life, but at the same token, this person was not given many options when faced with this situation.  Many people found the symbolism of the falling man as a disrespect for that man's family and believed he deserved his anonimity.  Although I can understand this plea, I think art can be very powerful in representing an event, as grusome as it may be.  This picture is captures the essence of that horrible day, and I think it is important for others to comprehend that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is completely unrealistic and immpractical to sensor certain pieces of art and literature.  Something is bound to offend someone, and that can't be the reason to limit what is produced.  As we well know, it is important to learn from our past in order to choose wisely for our future.  I think many people are more offended about how 9/11 is portrayed because many of us witnessed the event either firsthand in NY or on the television as is happened.  In doing so, many people have a particular image or portrayal of how 9/11 has made them feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-5962809863031459577?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/5962809863031459577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=5962809863031459577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/5962809863031459577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/5962809863031459577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-man.html' title='The Falling Man'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-1253442935676884393</id><published>2009-03-01T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:21:26.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harold and Maude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SasmgiZuwII/AAAAAAAAAAs/WTFaK_kTDVU/s1600-h/1107745513931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378926218657922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SasmgiZuwII/AAAAAAAAAAs/WTFaK_kTDVU/s200/1107745513931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually really like this movie. Although it was very odd, it was a funny movie to watch even though it possessed a serious tone in the back-drop. Under normal circumstances I would have found it very unlikely that a 17 year old could fall in love with an 80 year old, but the characters possessed a unique quality that made this movie believable. It was interesting, especially, to see how opposite they were, especially on their outlook of life. Maude, a holocaust survivor, was very full of life and very active every day. Harold, on the other hand, consistantly pretended to be dead by doing various "killing" acts. Although many of the parts were funny, if we step back for a moment it is actually rather sad. He had no ambition to do anything with his life where Maude almost had her life taken away from her. It's as if Harold never felt completely loved by someone, and craved attention. It makes me wonder if Harold's actions are a direct result of his upbringing in a wealthy family. Sometimes people associate wealthy families (especially the children of one) as people who generally don't appreciate all they have. Although I don't think Harold is materialistic whatsoever, he definitely doesn't seem to appreciate his life and all that he should be thankful for. It also shows, however, that money doesn't buy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty sad at the end when Maude still decided to follow through with her death for her 80th birthday. Although her love for Harold seemed very genuine, it is confusing why she still decided to die. But if I look further into this, it makes sense that she wanted to die while her life was still full of love and joy. She lived a complete life filled with ups and downs and she seemed content with her choices she had made along the way. She could have also had Harold in mind, in the sense that he has the rest of his life ahead of him. I think she taught him a valuable lesson of taking each moment as if its your last and he can hopefully carry that with him for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-1253442935676884393?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/1253442935676884393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=1253442935676884393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/1253442935676884393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/1253442935676884393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/03/harold-and-maude.html' title='Harold and Maude'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SasmgiZuwII/AAAAAAAAAAs/WTFaK_kTDVU/s72-c/1107745513931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-5675636014863674225</id><published>2009-02-27T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:22:20.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain of Human Subjectivity: Desire and Mourning in Celestina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/Sasmr5ZuceI/AAAAAAAAAA0/parZiW6hsDs/s1600-h/04_22_07_La_Celestina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308379121371214306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/Sasmr5ZuceI/AAAAAAAAAA0/parZiW6hsDs/s200/04_22_07_La_Celestina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Dr. Ealy's presentation, he spoke of the element of desire within a famous play entitled Celestina. It was interesting to hear of the dynamic that desire played within this work, but also the broader understanding of desire as a whole. He discussed how desire is a human trait which cannot be fulfilled. As humans we create a desire for something and it is merely an image of this want that motivates us, yet it can never be fulfilled because it is simply the image of this desire that we seek. It's a very interesting concept because I have never thought of desire in this way. Predominantly I have seen desire as a successful influence for motivating people and as a society we often associate being motivated as a positive thing. Many people work hard towards their goals, but are not satisfied. Why is this? Do we think this desire is going to fill that void, or will it create the outcome that we assume will follow? According to Dr. Ealy it will not. A desire for something is merely a facade or false belief in that thing. When we want something we usually have a set disposition that we think we will get once we acquire that thing, but oftentimes it is not the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-5675636014863674225?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/5675636014863674225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=5675636014863674225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/5675636014863674225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/5675636014863674225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-of-human-subjectivity-desire-and.html' title='The Pain of Human Subjectivity: Desire and Mourning in Celestina'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/Sasmr5ZuceI/AAAAAAAAAA0/parZiW6hsDs/s72-c/04_22_07_La_Celestina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-4727820791680080981</id><published>2009-02-11T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:44:45.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rape is Funny</title><content type='html'>I found this topic pretty interesting, especially since it's a topic that few people talk about. I have certainly heard my share of prison rape jokes, and I find even myself understanding the concept of "well they got themselves in there in the first place." Looking at it from another angle, however, I see that although a prison person has gotten themselves in that situation, there are different levels of crime. But regardless of the crime, rape shouldn't be the unintended reprocussion of that crime. But then again, if people are getting raped within prison, not saying its acceptable, that also shows the types of people who are in there (and thank god they aren't on the streets!). But a good point was brought up, if we can't control rape in an isolated atmosphere with officers holding guns, then what type of hope can we have that we can prevent it in the outside world where boundaries can easily be broken? It's a scary thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think that rape should not be joked about, I can see where it stems from.  In this day and age there are a lot of things that are more widely accepted as well as talked about.  Fifty years ago we weren't even allowed to see a man and a woman sharing the same bed on t.v.  and now we have shows and movies with various sex scenes and controversial acts.  This makes me wonder if all this stimuli has created our society to become somewhat numb to these larger issues, especially of rape.  Although most of us (or I at least hope) know that rape is a very harmful thing, we constantly hear or see movies about it and so maybe we have come to the point where the shock value diminishes.  I know earlier this year we spoke about war and war photos and questioned how much numbness is created by viewing such things frequently through the news, video games, movies, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-4727820791680080981?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/4727820791680080981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=4727820791680080981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/4727820791680080981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/4727820791680080981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/02/rape-is-funny.html' title='Rape is Funny'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-6086712317561383581</id><published>2009-02-10T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:58:21.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for a Dream</title><content type='html'>After watching this movie, I wasn't as appalled as I thought I was going to be. Although watching the lives of four addicts take an ugly turn for the worst, I felt somewhat numb to it. It was, mind you, my first time watching the movie. For some odd reason I find these types of movies more interesting than disturbing, as it is a life so unfamiliar to me. It's interesting to examine how similar emotions in different people are played out in very different ways. I myself, have felt lonely before, yet I have never been drawn to drugs as an escape from reality. I am sure I divulge into other mediums, but I find it rather fascinating and confusing why different people take different routes and what exposures must they have for such events to occur. I liked how the movie didn't just look at drug addiction in the form of heroin and cocaine but also the addiction to diet pills. It's a very compelling contrast to see both forms used throughout the movie to show how being addicted to anything can have a deadly effect on one's emotional and physical health. The movie reminded me very much of Nic Sheff in the book Tweak where he tells us that he had done anything and everything in order to get his fix. He stole from his friends and family, and he even sold his body for money. Similar things take place in this movie, where the television is stolen from Sarah's home so Harry could get some mother. This is again reinforced when Marion goes to the party at the end of the movie and is seen doing disturbing sexual things in order to get drugs. It still amazes me how much drugs have an effect on someones reasoning and logic as their priorities shift from the normal to the very unpleasant realities of addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-6086712317561383581?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/6086712317561383581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=6086712317561383581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/6086712317561383581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/6086712317561383581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2009/02/requiem-for-dream.html' title='Requiem for a Dream'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-268942099448186883</id><published>2008-12-03T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:01:12.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Readings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xcomment.com/g2/img/crying012408023912.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://www.xcomment.com/g2/img/crying012408023912.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading the short stories about different ways of feeling as well as dealing with pain, it was interesting how each one differed. The Beard reading was about a woman who was saddened by the suffering of her dog, along with the departure of her husband. Midway through the reading, the audience discovers that it is truly about a school shooting in which one of her favorite colleagues is shot. Its a very tragic story. Although it is interesting that the writer chose to incorporate the story of her dog and husband along with the shooting, together, I didn't find it effective. The reader was led to believe the story to be about one thing, and completely shifted to another topic. She was very detailed within her writing which I liked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Richards story was not my favorite. Although she wrote very eloquently, I thought she could have created a more emotional response to what she was going through. I really liked how she talked about the fishing story. That felt more genuine than words could ever show. It showed the agony of the death her grandmother was forced to accept. I like stories that show deeper meaning and stand back and look at the larger picture about why they feel a certain way. I think she could have done this more within the story. I didn't feel connected to the writer, especially since I have never had to deal with such a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Strayed story was by far my favorite. Her intense honesty is intriguing. It's compelling that she brings up the idea that in America we go through certain stages of grieving and are only allowed an allotted amount of time to grieve before its considered a disease and we need help. I think she is pretty right about that. When it comes to a loss, it never gets easier to deal with, but you learn to move on. Its unfortunate that such an event has had such a huge impact on her to transform her life from that of a happily married young women pursuing a college degree, to a promiscuous, drug craving woman. Its amazing to examine how different people cope with life experiences quite differently. Why is it that we do that? What makes one method easier to cope with than another? Why is is that some people divulge into sex as a way of filling the void, while others prefer connecting with individuals sharing their pain? These are all interesting questions that we can ask ourselves. And there is no exact answer unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-268942099448186883?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/268942099448186883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=268942099448186883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/268942099448186883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/268942099448186883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-readings.html' title='Short Readings'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-8139564956958213359</id><published>2008-11-23T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:49:08.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theroot.com/media/37/black%20pain-HomepageImageComponent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://www.theroot.com/media/37/black%20pain-HomepageImageComponent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason this book was difficult to get through. Due to the grammatically incorrect layout of the novel, I found it hard to really allow myself to dive in. I was focused more on the grammer rather than the text. Although I know this was the intention of the book, in order to show the reader a more in depth glimpse of what life was like for Precious, I think it took away from the emotional aspect of what she was going through. It was such a shame to hear of such a young girl being sexually abused by her own father, and physically abused by her mother. Both have contributed to her emotional abuse I believe, and her neglect as a human being. It's a shame that she was unable to receive positive reinforcement by her parents, but rather a destructive chain of events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part is that she is unaware of the full capacity of what is right and wrong. With her fathers sexual abuse, she says she hates it, yet it feels good sometimes. As for her mother, she gets verbally and physically abused, yet she finds similarities of herself with her mother. Overall she has a difficult time in understanding the events that have taken place in her life, and how those events have shaped who she has become. Although she has been faced with a great deal of pain, she learns to overcome some of this pain and this gives the book a sense of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-8139564956958213359?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/8139564956958213359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=8139564956958213359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/8139564956958213359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/8139564956958213359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/11/push.html' title='Push'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-8354505808868942934</id><published>2008-11-04T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:24:51.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Boy by David Sheff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mv.lycaeum.org/mu/meth_poster_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://mv.lycaeum.org/mu/meth_poster_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW is all I have to say. I thought this book was a joy to read as well as very interesting. I finished the book within two days, and continued by reading the sons book Tweak by Nic Sheff. I think David Sheff did a wonderful job in bringing to life his story about his sons addiction. He frequently questioned himself throughout the novel, yet by the end it seemed as if he learned the painstaking reality that he can not choose what his son chooses for himself. He can wish and hope his son chooses a life that is fulfilling and filled with happiness, but he cannot force this upon him. It seems as though David's hardest thing to cope with was the control of his son's life. He felt he did was he could as a father to provide the necessary tools for a successful life, and he see's his sons addiction to meth as a way of throwing that away. Along with this, I think David feels like he has failed his son in many ways, whether it was the divorce or for causing him to constantly shift from his family during the year, to his mothers over the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most heart wrenching things is the impact his sons addiction had on his life, along with the rest of the family. There were some parts where I could completely empathize with the father. Here he was giving his son so many chances, as I am sure most parents would do, yet each time he was disappointed. Although you root for Nic to get better and overcome his addiction, I felt as if he was very selfish for putting his own needs before anyone else. He would leave for days at a time leaving his family in a panic, while he was carefree. I think David's story was one of a quest because he slowly comes to the realization that he needs to do what's best for himself and the rest of his family, and Nic can choose which life he chooses to live. Although this is very difficult for him, I think he is doing the appropriate thing. It makes me wonder if Jasper and Daisy will grow up and resent their brother for causing so much strife within the family? Will they resent the missed personal time with their parents because they were busy dealing with Nic? Although David touches on the notion that Nic was forbidden to see Jasper and Daisy while he was relapsing, I still feel as though they would have missed out on some things because of their brothers addiction. The one part that made me somewhat emotional was when Nic gave Jasper a letter saying how he was sorry and that " I will be here for you. I will live, and build a life, and be someone that you can depend on" (p. 233). Again he relapsed again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another interesting thing is how David always managed to stick up for Nic. He insisted that the Nic off of drugs was not the same Nic who was on drugs. But when I read Nic's book, ironically, he thought the complete opposite. He felt like no one when he wasn't on drugs, and when he took drugs he felt important and carefree. He felt like a completely different person, and although he liked some parts of his life when he was off drugs, he insisted that it was too hard, and he felt too empty to not have drugs. It was more than just the addiction to drugs and the high, but he felt that drugs filled a void. It makes me wonder where exactly this void originated from. Maybe from the divorce? Maybe from his two homes? It's hard to say though. He did well in school, he attended Berkely for at least a year and seemed like an overall good kid. It was sad to think that the father blamed himself somewhat for his sons addiction. He either believed it was caused from a situation that he produced or it was derived from his own experimentation from when he was younger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about the two books, was how, whether on purpose or accidental, the stories fit together like a puzzle piece. The fathers story layed out the framework for Nic's childhood and his divorce. The father also would speak of days in which Nic was gone for days at a time. Nic's book filled in those gaps. He mentions what he did during those days he was gone. It's amazing how much a drug can effect someones life. He prostituted his body for money. He tried stealing items from his families homes. He was completely desperate and vulnerable. He had a near death experience, yet says how he would wake up from blacking out and do more drugs. Along with that, it is also amazing to see how much a body can handle. The father even mentions a time when he found a journal entry listing a typical days worth of drugs: 1.5 grams speed, 1/8 oz of mushrooms, 2 klonopin, 3 codeine, 2 valium, and 2 hits of e. It's astonishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I thought both books were amazing. I read both very intently and quickly. I have even recommended them to my friends and family because I thought they were so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-8354505808868942934?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/8354505808868942934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=8354505808868942934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/8354505808868942934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/8354505808868942934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-boy-by-david-sheff.html' title='Beautiful Boy by David Sheff'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-6902211005699284813</id><published>2008-10-21T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:48:24.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wounded Storyteller: Body, Illness, and Ethics</title><content type='html'>This book was very interesting since it talked about disease in a very different way.  It presented the idea of storytelling and the need for an individual to speak about their story in order to cope as well as help shape how stories are told.  There are a variety of key ideas he proposes about illness.  One being that the main problem the body has regarding illness is that although people tell stories about their bodies, "what is harder to hear in the story is the body creating the person" (p. 27).  Frank also proposes four general problems of embodiment including control, body-relatedness, other-relatedness, and desire.  Within these four general problems lies four ideal bodies including the disciplined body, mirroring body, dominating body and communicative body.  Within these ideal body types, lies the need for stories which can be broken into three different narratives including resitiution, chaos and quest.  It is interesting how Frank organizes the process of stories and how they develop from a persons illness.  Although I think some of this is acurate, I dislike some of the terms he uses to describe them.  For the ideal bodies, for example, he explains each as a way to group an individuals response to illness, and I wouldn't consider this "ideal" but more of a reality of what occurs.  He then contradicts this notion, by saying the most ideal body is the communicative body, yet they are all grouped under ideal bodies?  Overall I like how he set up the book in terms of sections and information, but he tended to repeat himself and his theories quite often rather than getting to his point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-6902211005699284813?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/6902211005699284813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=6902211005699284813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/6902211005699284813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/6902211005699284813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/10/wounded-storyteller-body-illness-and.html' title='The Wounded Storyteller: Body, Illness, and Ethics'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-2275602382053549347</id><published>2008-10-21T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:37:23.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts of Abu Ghraib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://archive.salon.com/ent/tv/review/2007/02/22/abu_ghraib/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://archive.salon.com/ent/tv/review/2007/02/22/abu_ghraib/story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://archive.salon.com/ent/tv/review/2007/02/22/abu_ghraib/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching this documentary I was shocked to see the treatment of these prisoners. It reminds me of the first book we read which talked about the the idea that it is hard for people to picture the horrors of war when it is so far away. Although I have heard of similar acts, it is quite different to see the horror first-hand. What I also find quite interesting is how only a few people actually questioned the morality of these inhumane torture techniques. The few who did question this, however, did very little to challenge this treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides blaming the prison guards, the government is also to blame because of their ambiguity of what forms of torture are appropriate. I understand the confusion since Iraq was not a part of the torture agreement during war, which makes anything fair game. But isn't American supposed to be advocates of human rights and dignities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This documentary gave a very insightful look through the eyes of both prisoners and guards in order to show a clear picture of how this came about through certain policies and events. Much of these torture techniques were put into place after 9/11; which was a time of chaos and fear. The biggest question that comes up is if there are other places that partake in this action under American guards and soldiers. Maybe Abu Ghraib is the only place noticed for partaking in these actions because there are pictures and videos to prove the devastation. It leaves us to ponder the idea of how would we handle such a situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-2275602382053549347?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/2275602382053549347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=2275602382053549347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/2275602382053549347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/2275602382053549347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghosts-of-abu-ghraib.html' title='Ghosts of Abu Ghraib'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-2697269942723020118</id><published>2008-10-07T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:39:07.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 9/11 Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.worldproutassembly.org/images/9-11(a).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" height="352" alt="" src="http://www.worldproutassembly.org/images/9-11(a).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading "The 9/11 Report" I was surprised by the format of a graphic novel. I thought it was rather strange that a cartoon format was used for such a historical event. I would have been more impressed if the pictures were real photos that captured the essence of that day more vividly. I understand that the point was to get across to the "general public" but before this class I have never even heard of such a report. Although it is a good substitution for the actual report, I would have liked a different approach rather than the one taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was in D.C. last semester I was able to go to the newly built newseum which had a section devoted to 9/11. It has various pictures and a video of people's accounts along with footage of that horrible day. It was very effective in showing the emotional and heartfelt aspect of what happened. Again, this reiterates the idea that pictures are much more effective than a cartoon. It makes it as if it's a fairytale of sorts, and odd to combine the two worlds of reality and fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I did not like the format, I thought the report was very helpful in the background as well as timeline of events that took place on that fateful day. There were some things I did not know so the book helped me understand those events more thoroughly. I was only in 8th grade when 9/11 occurred. It was actually strange because my school lied to us due to fear of a panic. They told us that there was a plane that hit the Lincoln tunnel and so if our parents worked in NY they would probably be delayed getting home. After coming home and turning on the television I realized the horrible realization that the World Trade Centers were hit. I find it pretty odd that my school didn't tell us what really happened, but I somewhat understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book, however, was an easy read for the most part, but I am somewhat skeptical as to the actual events (in terms of the governments knowledge and lack of interference). The actual events on the day of 9/11 are clearly accurate, but I question what was said and done behind closed doors. It is clear that there are many sectors within the government that need to collaborate in order to prevent such a catastrophe from happening again. Hopefully we don't repeat history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I liked the report minus a few things. Although I dislike the format, I think it is good in the sense that it is simple and to the point. This helps broaden the spectrum of people who have the opportunity to read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-2697269942723020118?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/2697269942723020118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=2697269942723020118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/2697269942723020118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/2697269942723020118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/10/911-report.html' title='The 9/11 Report'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-827753245754837442</id><published>2008-10-01T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:38:16.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding the Pain of Others by Susan Sontag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ipeters.de/images/war_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="267" alt="" src="http://www.ipeters.de/images/war_1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the content of the book was interesting, it was like pulling teeth to finish the mere 125 pages. I have never been a history buff and so a lot of the references were either confusing or not interesting to me. Her analysis, however, was very interesting. It makes you question everything you see pretty much. A photograph, although it can capture an intense war moment, can also have been posed. When we think of photograph's, we think of a moment in time that is captured, but Sontag makes the reader question the validity of a photo we may encounter. But at the same token, a photograph can be very effective in sending a message, whether showing war in a positive light or a negative. Similar to the media, photographs can be biased; the photographer chooses what to take pictures of, and also what they don't want to show. It was also interesting that Sontag discusses the idea of controlling what is shown to the public, and what is not. I feel that it is quite unfair to demand such a thing; America is meant to be a democracy and freedom one of our main attributes. People should be able to decide what they view and what they view with discretion. On the other hand, I agree with the notion of withholding certain photographs if a family member or loved one is shown in a demeaning way. But overall I feel that photographs are important in giving "safe" people a glimpse of the realities of war. It is important for the American people to be informed. But as Sontag states, how much do we need to see in order to do something about it? That's the funny thing, war is like a car crash, you can't help but look, yet you do nothing about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-827753245754837442?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/827753245754837442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=827753245754837442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/827753245754837442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/827753245754837442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/10/regarding-pain-of-others-by-susan.html' title='Regarding the Pain of Others by Susan Sontag'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-7962567160884749214</id><published>2008-09-25T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:00:39.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SNw0L_pa7PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iD1YI45XXR4/s1600-h/lovenpain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250128646275525874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SNw0L_pa7PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iD1YI45XXR4/s200/lovenpain.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SNwzzSKeIbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/g4zrgiHfMLs/s1600-h/lovenpain.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I was actually kind of sad. The movie is about a man, Joel who falls in love with a woman named Clementine. After dating for a couple years, Joel discovers that she has erased him from her mind and has no recollection of knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Saddened by this, Joel goes to the doctor to have the same procedure done, yet realizes halfway through the procedure that he still loves her. The story is about the ability to erase someone from our memory, and the effects that follow that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie made me wonder how we would react to such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of being able to erase a person out of our lives. Part of me thinks that it would be somewhat freeing, while the other part of me is completely saddened by the idea. I would never have experienced the joys that come with the pain. "Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you are to become who you will be." It's interesting to think that because of the past we either hold back more or less. When you get hurt by someone, you build a wall up, as if it's our bodies defense mechanism. This relates back to physical injury brought up by Wall, in the sense that when we injure ourselves our body produces pain and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inflammation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in order to reduce using the injured area. I believe our minds work in a parallel manner. When we are hurt once, we build up certain mechanisms to prevent it from happening again. Yet the ironic part is that pain is inevitable in most circumstances. Through watching the movie I looked back on my own experiences and although I know some have had a considerable impact on me, part of me doesn't regret the pain. Love, for example, is an amazing experience, and although I suffered from that, I also have some of my best memories. "Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts.Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think people are willing to sacrifice pain in order to feel the pleasures in life. As they say, you don't know what is good until you have experienced the bad. We wouldn't appreciate the "good" moments if there was nothing for us to compare them to. And most importantly, "although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-7962567160884749214?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/7962567160884749214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=7962567160884749214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/7962567160884749214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/7962567160884749214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/09/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SNw0L_pa7PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iD1YI45XXR4/s72-c/lovenpain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-4963219133093675126</id><published>2008-09-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:39:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pain: The Science of Suffering"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SNA1jc2Mh7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jcg6YLvyW_E/s1600-h/amputee1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246752449041827762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SNA1jc2Mh7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jcg6YLvyW_E/s200/amputee1web.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading the book "Pain: The Science of Suffering" by Patrick Wall, I was left with a completely different understanding of pain. When we feel some type of pain throughout our life, the only thing we can think of is how to make it go away. It's amazing to see the physiological aspect of what is actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt;. It's interesting how the author begins by laying out real-life events and how one reacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the initial time period of an emergency the main focus is survival, escape and rescue, but once this time has elapsed pain sets in. He also points out that pain isn't dependent upon a certain injury. We all feel pain differently in different circumstances. Wall takes what is the general belief, and chapter by chapter, he unravels the old beliefs, with a new way of thinking. Originally it was believed that the body and mind were two separate entities. Wall shows that as pain is encountered, many things happen both in the body and the brain. There's alertness, orientation, attention and exploration. The author then divulges into the idea that each persons experience with pain is different and the amount of pain is effected by both our individual attitudes along with the cultural expectations. Wall believes that the actual feeling of pain is simply the brains reaction to a particular situation in order to find an appropriate action. It is clear that Wall provokes us to question the original beliefs of pain and how to cope successfully with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting topic throughout the book was definitely the idea of the "Phantom Limb." It's amazing how the body can re-grow nerves, and how this re-growth can cause pain in the limb. It's weird to think that a person can comprehend the message of the brain that is saying you have no arm, yet your body has a sensation in where your arm used to be. This is unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I found most of the book very interesting, but there were some areas that lost my interest. During the chapters in which medical talk was prevalent, it was hard for me to see the bigger picture. I have never been the science &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fanatic&lt;/span&gt;, so those areas lacked my attention. But it was definitely interesting hearing the perspective of a doctor, and how pain is often overlooked or if there is no cure it is considered within the mind of a person. I feel this topic needs more attention and research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-4963219133093675126?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/4963219133093675126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=4963219133093675126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/4963219133093675126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/4963219133093675126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/09/pain-science-of-suffering.html' title='&quot;Pain: The Science of Suffering&quot;'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ6d6a1j9to/SNA1jc2Mh7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jcg6YLvyW_E/s72-c/amputee1web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823169105875636597.post-10255893669345852</id><published>2008-09-09T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:49:31.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farthel.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/pain-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" height="345" alt="" src="http://farthel.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/pain-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as my first Blog post I figured I would introduce myself. My name is Stephanie, and I am originally from Princeton, New Jersey. I currently attend school at the University of Hartford pursuing an English degree. I hope to attend Law School after my undergraduate studies. Where that may be, I don't know, but I intend on staying on the east coast. I am also involved in the Cheerleading Team as Captain here at UHA. Along with cheerleading I am involved in the Delta Zeta Sorority as well. As an involved student both inside and outside of the classroom, I hope to gain a range of knowledge from this course focusing on pain. I will be analyzing both the physical and emotional aspects of pain, and how they effect each other. Furthermore, I hope to engage myself in an in-depth look at what causes pain, and how each individual may deal with pain. I intend on questioning my current beliefs and compare them to the readings throughout this course in order to have a broader understanding of what pain entails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2823169105875636597-10255893669345852?l=sldpain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/feeds/10255893669345852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2823169105875636597&amp;postID=10255893669345852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/10255893669345852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2823169105875636597/posts/default/10255893669345852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sldpain.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>SLD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991684606604757481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
