Kevin's Blog-o-Stuff

Wow. This chapter seems to have taken quite the turn. So it starts off mellow, well, at least for the reader. Lenina decides she's gonna take 3 whole grams of soma and knock out for the next eight hours, and while she's done for the day, Bernard is arranging a plan to get Linda and John back to London, so he calls Mustapha Mond, whom he convinces that they are of "scientific interest", so Mond agrees, and grants him the permission to bring them back. John waits by the redt room and wonders why its empty, and begins to feel impatient and let down. Bernard flies to Santa Fe to convince a guard that he is in fact "pals" with Mond, all while John is breaking into the rest rooms. He finds Lenina's things, is intrigued by her perfumes and zippers, and finds Lenina laying down, unconcious. Brace yourself folks, it gets weird. Then again, this whole book is just an extended satire of the New World. So John stands beside her, in awe of her beauty, and recites wha...

In Chapter 8 of Brave New World, we start with Bernard questioning John's lifedtyle, his home, and everything around him. This, of course, confuses John, because of how accustomed he is to his surroundings, and when question, Bernard rephrases and asks about John's life and how far back he can remember. John talks about his life, and mentions how his mother was always "unemotionally open" and would have the men of the village come and "see" her. This angered the wives and partners of those who paid a visit, and Linda would end up beaten, and John neglected by his village and sometimes his own mother. One day, Popé brought Linda a dusty, old, raggedy book that had been slowly deteriorating from how long it had been lost. It was a copy of Shakespeare's plays, and had sparked interest in John. He soon teaches himself to read the book, and the book opens his vision to the parallels he sees within the book. He compared himself to Hamlet, and how his mother wa...

Sorry, I saw a golden opportunity and i couln't help myself. Anywho, what I feel I can control in my life consists of my diet. It's not exactly a diet, more like an eating habit, dare I say "disorder". I wouldn't go that far, though, it's more like working on my self control, rather than it being something beyond my own comprehension. Another aspect of my life that I have the "power" over is how and when I listen to my music, and how I play my music. The thing about the arts is that there is no limits, no boundaries (except the moral ones, of course), and especially, no equal thoughts. That's about it, well, all I can think of in a few minutes.

Turns out I have to download Firefox, can't do that on account to my dwindling amount of storage space. Some search engine.

Alright, so I Googled myself, found some very confusing photos, none regarding me, and very questionable records, none of which were mine. I also found pages that give out public records, which was scary, so I checked it out and found nothing regarding me, and thats about it. I checked a week ago and remember finding criminal records, and also found nothing regarding me. I checked the Facebook profiles, nothin'. I checked the email accuracy, nothin'. I almost dont exist on the web. Both sad, and relieving. Mostly due to the fact that I don't want to be mixed up with some other dude who happens to commit a metric f#*%-ton of crimes. This was just Google, I'm gonna go try Firefox.

Sympathy- feeling sorrow for someone else's misfortune, unable to understand the situation, does not have similar experience, pity, sorrow, concern are concerned Empathy- understanding of a situation, similar experiences, acceptance and understanding See, when we know that someone is going through something, we tend to comfort them or try to make them feel better, but if we show empathy, wr know what its like, we know how or if dealing with it immediately would be good or not. Rest Easy, Jackson. Couldn't have been a cleaner school without you.                            

Notes from Chapters 5-6 Enjoy.