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6月22日 Cyberpunk!
I'll be writing more about this later, but for the moment, I just wanted to leave you all with this quote. It gives a frightening vision of the future, doesn't it? It's part of a theory called 'cyberpunk', which theorises that in the future, mega-corporations will have more money than the government and human beings have become integrated with technology to the extent that they can be hacked into and manipulated by terrorist groups. I've found it to be an interesting concept that I'll have to research. 6月15日 English Literature Themes and Issues SHUT THE FÜCK UPI know it's not important, and I know it won't change my life. It is completely inane to be unable to forget this stupid, infinitesimally insignificant mark, and yet I can not, for the life of me, force myself to put it in perspective. Mr Watson gave me a 10/25 for the Hamlet Literature essay, and I am letting it annoy me more and more.
It's just that...its so painfully unshakeable. It was cruel and insensitive for Mr Watson to give me that mark, particularly on the day of other exams. He refused to talk to me about it, despite my endeavours to prove to him that I was not begging for a reconsideration of the score, and it he openly told me that he kept the exam until last to mark. "Dylan Misso's is exceptional," he said, "Why don't you read his?"
I'm told I'm good at English- I'm told that I've always been. And don't even begin to think that I did not study for this essay. With English Literature, it seems everything is geared to make me slowly fail- I try too hard, I get bad marks. I try to improve on what I was lacking before- I get worse marks. I realise that maybe the secret is not to try to hard- HAHA, whatever. Bad marks for me.
Now, technically, I'm far from failing in Lit, and I'm not really receiving bad marks. I don't know to what extent that this tremendously poor score will compromise my average- ironically, it seems that the chances I've had that I've really transcended all expectations have been things that matter little- like unassessed oral presentations, or small, minor class assignments. Obviously, I'm in a psychological mindset that goes against the grain of literature- I said it to myself, I didn't write an essay on Hamlet two weeks ago; I wrote a book review.
And this brings me to what I've come to realise. They say that bullshit will get you to the top, but it won't keep you there. Bullshit can rocket you through Normal English, and part of the reason I had misgivings about giving up normal english was this precisely- I could literally spew complete crap onto the page, but if it was well structured and full of large words, it was high level fives every time. It's probably my conditioning to the attitude of normal English that has detrimented my ability in the Lit class- instead of critically analysing a text, I write long, verbose descriptions of the themes of the text with lots of decorative language which looks great and means sweet fuck all(!).
Mr. Watson is not a cruel person- nor do I think he is an exceptionally kind person (and yet this perception may stem from my lesser experience with the Literature teacher that everybody else in the class had one year to become acquainted with). It may be that I'm entertaining childish idiocies that he secretly hates me and relishes every chance to give me bad marks and hopefully see the shocked look on my face when I see them. Realistically (and I'm using every shred of hope I still have of the universal decency of humanity) he's being cruel to be kind. To scare me out of the ingrained trend of writing I have spent one year of Normal English crafting to mastery, he's decided to give me an absolutely appalling mark to make me realise that the bullshit doesn't even get you across the line in English Literature. Of course its a disappointment. It's also the bitter truth.
So my resolve is as follows: No more writing essays completely founded upon colourful language. From now on, I am a modern student of critical analysis and thought. I will explore every fcking text to the core and I will be able to extract gems of meaning from every line. Literature will not defeat me!
6月11日 Motif of Harmful Sensation"Motif of harmful sensation."
Quite an obscure concept, isn't it? Well, a 'motif of harmful sensation" is defined as something that would generally entail an unnoticeable or fairly benign sensation (this could be even utilising one of the five senses) resulting unexpectedly in pain or even death.
It's present in mythology and neo-weaponry- the 'motif of harmful sensation' is the stuff of both urban legend and scientifically rationalised fact. Being able to instill harm into what is usually something entirely harmless is the most ethically debated power of the twenty-first century- from being able to bring a nation to a simultaneous photosensitive seizure via a television broadcast or developing radio frequencies that tingle the part of the brain that makes you laugh until you do so until you're comatose. It's vicious but its so interesting- and you'll see examples everywhere.
We all know the story of the Medusa, don't we? The snake-haired woman whose gaze turned people to stone? Or in more modern times, the banned episode of Pokemon where flashes of red and blue with a framerate of more than 8 per second made 700 Japanese children flood hospitals after they all suffered furious mental episodes?
It may all seem like accidents, but research into the control of this 'motif of harmful sensation' is underway. It could be the new form of government control- or the new technique of cyber-terrorism. At the end of the day, it means that, in the future, there may no longer be safety in the LCD screen.
Here's a link.
What do people think? 6月1日 English Department ZOMFGASMThe English department is the best, despite Mr. Jurjevich's best efforts to convince me that they're elitist literatis (albeit in a pejorative manner).
The reason for the English department's superiority is the direct result of its awesome teachers, who I shall name:
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