When a Stranger Moves to Town

He had just moved to Laurel Montana to get away from all of the noise that comes from living in a city. He was sick of being surrounded by people who thought too highly of themselves. He could not stand the fact that women would throw themselves at him when they in fact were not worthy of one such as he. He was a man whom most thought of as perfect, some even said that he shined like the light from the sun. He was special, unlike the ordinary rats who plague society. One afternoon, he stopped into the local hair salon because as perfect as he was, he still needed to work at his looks. It was there that he finally found her. She was everything he could wish for in a mate. She was stunning, personable, and strong. He had to have her, and when she turned around to ask him if he would like an appointment, he could just tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her, just by the way she smiled at him. After he made an appointment for the following Wednesday with Danielle (for that was the name she gave him,) he set out to find out everything about her and everything that was happening in her life. He found out that she lived with her poor father on the outskirts of town, that she was a hunter just like himself, that she walked her german shephard every morning around 6:30 before she went to work. (He knew that she knew that he was following her, but the little minx was just playing hard to get and pretending that she could not see him). This little game of cat and mouse went on for months. Eventually he grew tired of calling her in the late hours of the night just to hear her voice even if she only said one word, hello. He tired of watching her from her bushes outside her bedroom window, for she would only tease him by changing her clothes in front of him, but never inviting him inside. (She had to know he was always there watching her, wanting to be a part of his true loves life, even if she was acting like a cluess bitch.) One day, when he felt that it was time, he asked her out to dinner.(For that was what society deemed proper, even though he knew that they were meant to be together forever.) However the coy woman refused him saying that even though she thought he was a nice guy, she just did not having any interest in ever dating anyone. This refusal made him lust after her even more for no woman had ever refused his advances. That was when he decided to take her that night. He had observed that Danielle walked alone to her house after work. (It was probably because she was so poor that she could not afford a car, but she would be able to once they were man and wife.) This was when he approached her. At first she was her lovely self, but when he told her he wanted to end their little game, her smiling face turned into pure terror. Then she ran. Oh the games she always played the evasive bitch, but he would chase her, because obviously that was what she wanted. He chased her through the trees and was in awe by her speed and stamina. She truely was his equal. He followed her for a long time and was very close to catching up with her when she ran up onto the highway screaming for help. (He was amazed at this side of her, he never knew she was such a free spirit/daredevil. No wonder fate gave her to him.) However his awe turned into annoyance. Why did she have to be so stubborn? He called out to her to get her to come to him which only made her start to run again, however she was so exhausted she collapsed. It is to his ever lasting shame as to what happened to his goddess after that. He should have made her stop that ridiculous game. He should have had more control over her..... Needless to say a semi-truck accidentally ran her over, and he was left with a broken heart.

Siren Song

So the other day I was emptying out the trunk of my car and found an old English paper I had written last year. The paper was one on a prompt to compare the Odessey's representation of the Sirens and the Sirens represented in the poem Siren Song by Margaret Atwood. This poem is one that takes the view point of the siren itself, and is what I think of whenever I hear about the sirens. So I thought I would share it on my blog:

Siren Song

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:

the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see beached skulls

the song nobody knows
because anyone who had heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.

I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song

is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique

at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.      

The Spinners Painting

Analyzing artwork has never been one of my strengths, however I will try my best. At first in Velasquez's painting I notice the contrast in brightness throughout the piece. The background to where the the end product of Arachne is shown is very bright, like it is under a spotlight. This illustrates the importance of this part in the painting, revealing it to be of the upmost importance. This also makes Arachne's finished product look almost holy and divine, revealing the beauty and significance of her work and her triumph over Athena.The foreground of the piece has both light and dark contrasts. Over to the left where the "old woman" (who I believe to be Athena) the light is very dim, showing Athena's cruel intentions. I believe this woman to be Athena do to the youthful leg that is outstretched and also the hidden sword underneath her spinning wheel. Athena was the goddess of wisdom and war which makes it safe to assume that that weapon is her's. Over to the right, where I believe Arachne to be with her helpers, is bright.  You can tell which one is Arachne due to her being the one holding the threads that makes it look as though she is actually weaving a spider web. This woman is also wearing a white headband signifying her purity and goodness, and also she is wearing mostly white-- whereas Athena is in mostly black. This, to me, reveals her to be the heroine of the piece who is the better of the two. I believe this painting is one of contrasts illustrating Arachne as being good and pure and the goddess Athena to be cruel and underhanded. This is probably wrong, but this is what I see within this painting.

Ancient Egyptian Creation Myth: Khepri Version

In the begining there was nothing but water. A chaotic and tumultuous force known as Nu or Nun. It is because of Nu that the world began. One day, Nu's waters reseded and from them stood a single hill, and from that area rose the scarab god Khepri (Who is sometimes known as a version of the sun god Ra) rose above the hill, creating the first sunrise from all of his glory. Now Khepri had within his heart, the desire to create all things and so it was him and him alone that created the world. Khepri would draw materials from Nu in order to make and shape this world. Khepri knew for a world to function there must must be law order and stabilty, thus he laid the land in the foundation of Maat taht stood for all of these principles. Now Khepri was the father of the gods Shu and Tefnut, the gods of the sky and moisture. He gave birth to them by expelling them from his mouth and left them within Nu. One day, Khepri decided to raise his children from the watery depths and brought them to him, and when they came to him, they presented him his lost eye, also known as the sun. At this, Khepri wept profusely and from his tears man emergered. And thus man was born. Now Khepri's eye was furious, she was angered that there were those that were higher than she. So Khepri took the sun and placed her high upon his brow so that no one could ever be above her. In her fury and wrath, she ravished the land, allowing it to become furtile. So Khepri was able to make plant life and animal life. In the meantime, Shu and Tefnut gave birth to Geb and Nut who in turn gave birth to Osiris, Isis, Seth, and Nephthys creating leadership and order within the world, and that is how the Earth was made.

Dreams

Ever since I was a kid, I've always had the most bizarre dreams. Most of them are pretty weird, and I attribute that to my extensive imagination. There are even some dreams/nightmares that I can still recall vividly and it has been years since I had those particular dreams. For example, when I was young, I would have chronic nightmares of the same exact thing. The people I loved most and the people around me would be infected by a virus that would turn them into a hybrid of a zombie and a dementor. (This was before I had even heard of the Harry Potter series though.) I would watch in horror as people I knew would change from being human into a walking decayed corpse. (The imagery still give me the creeps and is really gross so I won't describe what they looked like.) I would try and flee from these creatures and try to find help, but everyone was one of those creatures, and by the end of the dream I would also be turned. This nightmare was one that I dreamt of almost every night when I was 5. I would also have other dreams too with themes of me being a princess, fighting dragons or other monsters, being a super hero, etc. I enjoy dreaming because I like to get out of my own reality which is probably why I have always loved reading. I love to wake up, tell my mom about my dreams and the two of us try and figure out what the heck was I thinking. It can be really funny. :)

Figuring out how to write a Blog.

I have never written a blog before so this should be interesting. I have always had a unique interest in the different mythologies of different cultures. Greek mythology has always been my favorite, however I also have found roman and norse mythologies facinating as well. Mythologies are tools used to understand the nature of why we are here. The use of the supernatural to amplify the meaning of the tale is something that I enjoy. My favorite myths seem to have elements of beautiful tragedy, heroism, and war. This is probably why I enjoyed the Illiad and Oedipus Rex so much. I am truely enjoying Ovid's works within Metamorphoses and am excited to post about my thoughts on his many myths.