Monday, October 20, 2014

Blast from the past.

This will probably be the last post I ever make to this blog. It justs so happens that even after two years after this videos making, it still pertains so much knowledge and offers insight even in my college years. I see a lot of spelling errors looking back at this haha there's still alot I wish I would have edited and changed but aside from my nit-picking I truly do have a love for this video. This is what Open-Source Learning is all about, expressing our opinions and showing our true selves. Society forces us to hide and shame who we are and what we really feel as young people. It's important that we remember that our words do hold purpose. Don't remain silent, speak up!



Wednesday, May 28, 2014

It started with a seed.

Apologies in advance to both my classmates and my group mates for my absence, I totally forgot I had a dentist appointment today.

"Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree."
-Martin Luther

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It started off with a seed. Little bursts of inspiration that later bloomed into an ideas. Our ideas started off small, somewhat like seeds. We each wanted to plant our seeds in order to make them bloom but in order to plant them, we needed a few essentials ready. Just like plants ideas take a solid foundation, you can't take an idea and put it anywhere, you need to put it into nutritious soil and provide care and attention so that it can grow.

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Once our seeds were planted, we began to let them grow. Establishing connections, building a team and making moves were essential to the plants growth.  Making posters, creating events and reaching out to our peers really helped out plant grow. The first steps were the worst steps, but they were also the steps that put our plans in motion.

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After gathering the right materials, our little seeds had soon bloomed into a beautiful flower.  Our hard work had finally become a reality. Fundraisers, sponsorship's, flyers, social media advertisement and support from our peers only made our flower grow stronger. Everything had become so real and tangible. We finally had something to show for our hard work

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Though it had seemed like everything was falling into place, life happens. We lost our sponsors, had difficulties with the fundraisers and our support began to slowly fade away.  As a result, we stopped caring for our plants. The negativity had a negative effect on our seeds. We lost our foundation, stopped providing it nutrients and eventually gave up on caring for the plant as a whole.

We do fall down, and sometimes it can be really difficult for us to get back up. But we have to remember that even in a forest of what seems to be lifeless, black debris, plants still manage to come back to life. Sometimes our forest will burn down and at first glance, it might look like there's nothing we can do.  But if we continue to work hard and give our burns a little time to heal, our flowers will bloom even faster and stronger than before.

 Just because we fall down doesn't mean we can get back up. Our masterpiece didn't work out the first few times but in the end we came out stronger. We learned from our mistakes and were able to gain experience and wisdom from our "failures." It didn't work out now, but with a little time, patience and new soil we can replant our seeds and watch them continue to grow.

"Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward."
-Victor Kiam

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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Seventh Reading

Due to the fact I don't have the time this week to really "meditate" on a poem, I am posting about a poem I familiarized myself with last year. Theme for English B by Langston Hughes is a poem that has stuck with me ever since the day I read it. I feel like as if I can relate to it. Langston Hughes is the only African American student at his school, sometimes it feels that way to me. Santa Maria lacks versatility in its residence, for this reason it's not uncommon for me to feel like the only colored girl in the town. A lot of people here treat me as if I like different things and like I'm supposed to act a certain way because of the color of my skin. "I guess being colored doesn't make me not like the same things other folks like who are other races." I sometimes feel like people think that the color of my skin defines who I am. I like what I like and skin tone doesn't have a damn thing to do about it. I like what I like because I am me.

"So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, It will not be white." This quote threw me for a loop. It said a lot in ways I didn't think it would. In my eyes, I envisioned two modern companies. A black owner for one, a white owner for the other. In reality, one of the companies will have more respect than the other and it's not entirely based on skill. Statistics show that a white man will always make more than a black man. It doesn't matter how smart or successful they are. They don't fit the "white" quota, regardless of how hard they try. We live in a world where color still matters. The fact that Langston Hughes poem can still be relevant in the world I live in today is mind blowing.

Under Construction

My project is more behind the scenes at the moment.  I don't have any physical evidence aside from Facebook chats and my web history. I hope to have more to show for my work soon. I'm aiming to have legitimate proof by the end of next week.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


"Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."
I wonder if Shakespeare is whom this quote originated from.

"The castle of Macduff I will surprise; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line."
It really does blow my mind how he became so ruthless almost overnight.

TBC: I'm trying my best to catch up on my MacBeth but it is rather hard to read the entire play in one sitting. I believe I can finish both acts tomorrow.


"To be thus is nothing; But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo"
It seems MacBeth has caught a terrible case of paranoia.

"Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!"

"So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near'st of life: and though I could With barefaced power sweep him from my sight And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not"

 I find it interesting how MacBeth and Banquo are good friends until MacBeth allows his wife to get into his head.  Even in "hate", Macbeth cannot kill Banquo himself. It seems somewhat like a guilty conscience to me.

"Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,The moment on't; for't must be done to-night, "

Personally, I find it a little crazy how MacBeth can go form mental distraught after killing the king to having a flat our murder plan for Banquo. Maybe this was his design all along?

"Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Whose absence is no less material to me Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Of that dark hour."

So Banquos children have to suffer as well?

"'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy."

Fair is foul and foul is fair honey.

"Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on? Things without all remedy Should be without regard: what's done is done."

It seems Lady MB has created a monster. I don't think Lady MB or the audience expected MacBeths dramatic change of heart.

"In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;"

It seems like yesterday that MacBeth was upset about killing Duncan.. oh wait. 

"O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives."

He's somewhat admitting to his sanity..

"O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge. O slave!"

"Thanks for that: There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow We'll hear, ourselves, again."

Too bad Banquo wasn't the real snake in the sand.

"Are you a man?"

Best line of the play so far.

 "Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!"

His guilt seems to be driving him mad.  He can't control his outbursts and he's been paranoid this entire scene.

"Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead: And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late."

"How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear,"
Yeah, "grief".

Macbeth was acting very strange in this chapter. Mainly paranoid. I suppose it's understandable, but even Lady MB is starting to sense his insanity.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Acts II


"Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had don't"
This line made me chuckle, it was lady MacBeth who pushed MacBeth to kill Duncan, yet Duncan resembled her father so she could not do it herself. It seems more like she'd rather not have her hands soiled by convincing her husband to do the dirty work

"I could not say 'Amen,' when they did say 'God bless us!'

"Clean from my hand?No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incaradine, making the green on red."

"A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then!"

"Oh yet I do repent me of my fury, that I did kill them!"

MacBeth and Lady. MB are tremendous actors. It's rather humorous to see them commit a crime so cruel such murder then mourn in shock the day actor.

"Lady MacBeth is carried out.."

Were her legs unable to hold the weight of her lies and deception?

I didn't have much commentary for Act II, It was mainly all about MacBeth and Lady MB's choice to murder the king and how their serpent like reflexes allowed them to slither away unsuspected. I look forward to reading the next few Acts (somewhat, this is Shakespeare after all),