<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866</id><updated>2009-02-20T19:48:52.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hamlet is the epitome of a ninja</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-2667308335340200436</id><published>2008-03-10T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:50:45.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a what?</title><content type='html'>Ok for this assignment im suppose to deconstruct something down to a thing with an unsuspecting victim. hehe my parents are the perfect victims. i knew this was going to be hard for my mom to understand so i quickly plot how im going to do this, strategies are the best ways to win anyways. I quickly remember stories i heard of when my brother was little how he thought everything was bahggg or some noise that sounded like that. Hmm i wonder if my brother was a postmodernist already at that age or it was his lack of skill with the vocal cords. I prefer to use the second one. So i sat next to my mom and told her to pass the bahgg and she stared with that utter confusion look that i am use to. Im quick to answer her look with did you know that bahgg because in reality popcorn is just a name given to that. So my mom says no its popcorn, and i reply what is popcorn for, she says eating, i say what is eating, eating is a thing we do, yes my strategy is working, so i said what is bahgg, she says its a thing that your brother said. So i explain how bahgg can be popcorn and ultimately its just a new name i have given it for no reason. After i let her know its for an assignment it all seemed to make sense now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-2667308335340200436?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2667308335340200436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=2667308335340200436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2667308335340200436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2667308335340200436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-what.html' title='its a what?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-6868619131773860088</id><published>2008-02-14T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:07:45.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is there distance?</title><content type='html'>Should there be distance between the story and the storyteller?&lt;br /&gt;There should be a distance between the story and the storyteller unless the storyteller is the one who writes the story. Writers should only write about things they believe in or things they disbelieve in and make parodys of it to but the frowny face upon it. This is important because it shows what you believe in is what you say or try and spread out among people. I could read Hitlers writtings and still nto believe in it and anyone else can read and not believe in it, because only i can say what i believe in or disbelieve in and others can't put words there for me. This is why i think that storytellers should be seperated from there reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-6868619131773860088?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6868619131773860088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=6868619131773860088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/6868619131773860088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/6868619131773860088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-there-distance.html' title='is there distance?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-4282647488282487363</id><published>2008-02-12T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:42:50.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness always has a hand in the play</title><content type='html'>Darkness is apart of This womans life. She knows she needs to get rid of it but she doesn't want to. Every time the night comes out she goes into a loss state of mind where the world around her goes crazy but nothing is every wrong with her. Everything else has something wrong with her and the night hides what is wrong. Also night is used as if it happens over and over again and she is never prepared to face the next night or she doesn't wish to face the next day, this is shown when she hangs onto the ragged holes they leave behind at the end of darkness. THis shows that she enjoys the darkness or that the next day has started and she refuses to go on another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-4282647488282487363?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4282647488282487363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=4282647488282487363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/4282647488282487363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/4282647488282487363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/02/darkness-always-has-hand-in-play.html' title='Darkness always has a hand in the play'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-4928883777674439703</id><published>2008-02-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:03:03.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Adolesence 2 Postmodern?</title><content type='html'>In Rita Dove's Adolescence-II post modernism is shown in several ways. Hyper reality is  shown with the seal men, it is never stated that these men are never physically there. This would show hyper-reality because to her they would be real but to the rest of the world they would not exist. Another postmodern part of this poem is how the men Chuckle and then pat there sleek bodies. This shows how the men are celebrating disorder that they have cause with this lady. This part gives me the idea that the lady has problems with her physical appearance because she seems to be sick or hallucinating which can be a sign of her not eating and trying to slim down and the seal men represent society judging how she looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-4928883777674439703?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/4928883777674439703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=4928883777674439703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/4928883777674439703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/4928883777674439703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-is-adolesence-2-postmodern.html' title='Why is Adolesence 2 Postmodern?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-6590985687363808055</id><published>2008-02-07T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:28:34.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE TOAST!</title><content type='html'>Is our reality real, or is everything broken down into all the same things. The Snowman in Margaret Atwood's "Toast" says, "What is flour?" and so on, thus in our class discussion everything was a thing. This i found interesting because we've all been told toast is just toast no questions asked, and from there we pass on the word toast to the next generation. So this means that life is just a continuation of what the previous generation has left for us.Later Margaret's snowman says "Toast can not be explained by any rational means." This shows us that reality can not be explain after all and we have our attempts at trying to explain it but no interpretation can go deep into meaning otherwise it all ends up the same. The fact that one word can mean many different things today such as the word arrow can have three meanings shows us that our language can not accurately depict everything apart from everything else yet alone be effective so that everything has its own name. So overall language is something that we use to communicate and ideal image across but nothing exact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-6590985687363808055?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/6590985687363808055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=6590985687363808055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/6590985687363808055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/6590985687363808055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-toast.html' title='I LOVE TOAST!'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-443797868775471201</id><published>2008-01-29T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:29:06.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a victim</title><content type='html'>Hyperreality has effected me in many ways, even since i was a youngin. "Hyperreality is exploited in advertising for almost everything. Advertising uses a fake world to define in each person a character that he or she wishes to be. Advertising sells the public an image in the hope that they will buy into their version of a lifestyle that they ultimately desire.Buy the most expensive jeans as worn or designed by your favorite celebrity". I was effected this way when i was young, i saw batman wear a cap so i thought if i wore a cap i thought i would become the ultra cool batman that i admired. This shows that the young mind is easily effected by a hyper reality just as much as a adult. Jim Gaffigin says that "When your single all you see are couples". this is a hyperreality that high schoolers fall into, they see everyone around them dating and they feel there life's should be the same. This effects many life's today because you start to question why your life isn't this way, and i believe you start to undervalue your own life and you feel left out from the world. Over all we feel we need the hyper reality to feel connected to the world today.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-hyperreality.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mq9gbX9kH8o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-443797868775471201?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/443797868775471201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=443797868775471201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/443797868775471201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/443797868775471201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-victim.html' title='Im a victim'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-8087109293256820797</id><published>2008-01-27T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:42:56.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperreality and how its affects love</title><content type='html'>Hyper reality affects the American lives of today and relationships with the use of the imagination. Jean Baudrillard explains hyper reality as  "The simulation of something which never really existed". This can be shown through video games where you become who you make yourself such as you could be a millionaire online but in reality have a job at a fast food restaurant yet still get the stimulation of being a millionaire. Now this endangers reality because if you bring the mentality that your a millionaire over to what is real and buy everything you want your eventually going to have a huge debt when you start to spend more than what exists in real life. This endangers relationships because you may have friends who like you for your stuff or people are going to start thinking your someone your not. Garry Crystal says that "Hyperreality can also take the form of reality by proxy, in which a person takes someone else's version of reality on board as his or her own. Some people who watch soap operas for a long time develop a view of interpersonal relationships that is determined by the writers of the soap. The extreme dramatic relationships in soaps are a heightened form of reality that some people relate to as being real. Such people begin to judge social relationships and situations by this heightened reality. They can no longer see the reality of a social situation without relating it to the soap". This  affects our relationships today because we see a star doing something so we feel we must have that same relationship we see. This effects our relationships now because if our relationship isn't lining up with what we see, we automatically think hey our relationship isn't like that so we see no reason to carry on that relationship and/or theres no hope if our relationship isn't like that. Overall hyper reality lets us replace our world with what are imagination thinks should be happening. This all goes to show that ideas have consequences and these consequences are only getting worse and worse.&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperreality&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-hyperreality.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-8087109293256820797?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8087109293256820797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=8087109293256820797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/8087109293256820797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/8087109293256820797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/01/hyperreality-and-how-its-affects-love.html' title='Hyperreality and how its affects love'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-3731885912192054677</id><published>2008-01-16T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:39:17.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Capitan!....</title><content type='html'>So Jack Sparrow is postmodern. hmmm i wonder why. lets see throught what ive seen of the movie everyone else seems to be sober and well hes not. But then again its been 2 years sence ive seen the movie and ive failed at seeing the new one so i haven o lcue what ot write in this space but im still trying. lets see what else can i remeber other than his comments to the colonials are clearly different and he doesn't seem to have a care for the guildlines others give him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-3731885912192054677?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3731885912192054677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=3731885912192054677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/3731885912192054677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/3731885912192054677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-capitan.html' title='I Capitan!....'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-7124584000975725060</id><published>2008-01-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:04:09.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are at sea?</title><content type='html'>so lets recap Rosencrats and guildernstern are on there way to england on a boat and Hamlet replaces the letter with a fake one comdeming there lives. Now there both on a boat sailing to death, this could represent the fact that during shakephere's time America wasn't founded yet and if you sailed you would sail off the end of the world into nothign and die so all in all they were sailing to their deaths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-7124584000975725060?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7124584000975725060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=7124584000975725060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/7124584000975725060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/7124584000975725060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-at-sea.html' title='We are at sea?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-5901335551763201852</id><published>2008-01-11T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:56:43.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ant life</title><content type='html'>Ok os i was to break from this life that i live in that seems to be a rutine. Now in my house we get alot of calls and i mean A LOT! of calls from telemarkets. Now our normal rutine is pick up nad hang up in about a second now htis time i answered but i actually just had a normal conversation with him like if a friend called. After i was shure he was confused because he was trying to sell me somthing i clrealy didn't want but i decided to go on bunny trails and eventually we talked about our jobs and we each decided that he has the better job compared to our opinions but his job has the tendency to get more boring faster and he said this was his best call of the day so all in all i didn't buy anything but we both went our seperate ways probably never going to hear eachother again in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-5901335551763201852?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/5901335551763201852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=5901335551763201852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/5901335551763201852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/5901335551763201852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/01/ant-life.html' title='ant life'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-2600928703667134714</id><published>2008-01-08T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:57:58.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why include the 'game of questions' in a movie about existence?</title><content type='html'>Rosecrans's and Guildernstren are lost in a world where they seem to have no memories other than being sent on a mission. Now they are asking questions to find there existence. Could there life be to ask questions. There mission is to find out whats wrong with Hamlet and why he is mad. They are surely not going to get any info if they don't ask question and thus there sponginess of life is meaningless if they don't ask questions. So there existence must be to ask questions but they don't know what questions to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-2600928703667134714?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2600928703667134714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=2600928703667134714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2600928703667134714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2600928703667134714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-include-game-of-questions-in-movie.html' title='Why include the &apos;game of questions&apos; in a movie about existence?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-7764017431602801908</id><published>2007-12-10T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:16:55.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti structure? or experiment?</title><content type='html'>In the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock he places lines to release himself from the structure of the rest of his poem. He simply experimenting and experiencing freedom and once he tastes it he goes back.  Such as those who go out side and soon after tastes the cold and retreat to warmth. This is exactly like his structure he gets out from his comfort zone and then soon retreats back. He follows this pattern throughout his life and soon after he dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-7764017431602801908?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/7764017431602801908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=7764017431602801908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/7764017431602801908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/7764017431602801908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/anti-structure.html' title='anti structure? or experiment?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-8873027385672797554</id><published>2007-12-06T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:11:06.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does Ophelia mean?</title><content type='html'>In act four, scene five, Ophelia is speaking to King Claudius when she utters the phrase "Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be." (43). I believe this statement says that we know where alive but what is our purpose now. Now she can be compared to hamlet directly because in line 24 act5 she says to Girtrude "how should i your true love know from one another?". This can obviously be compared to Hamlets love for his mother and currently her father has died and that another similarity she has to Hamlet. So over all I believe shes saying i know whats happened but i don't know whats to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-8873027385672797554?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/8873027385672797554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=8873027385672797554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/8873027385672797554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/8873027385672797554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-does-ophelia-mean.html' title='what does Ophelia mean?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-1853007713610082229</id><published>2007-12-03T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:50:50.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie or the play?</title><content type='html'>I perfer the play because im more a visual person and I can tell whats going on better and adds a better mood to the play, unlike our reading in class not that we don't use emotion when reading or anything right?&lt;br /&gt;But i do not believe that the author does not capture all the aspects of the film. But he does portray the over hearing part well but in unnecessary areas such as when Hamlet encounters Ophelia and nearly scares her half to death. Because in the book it states that Ophelia is talking to the queen and king about what hamlet did. Plus im a fan of watching a movie that is word for word from the book but yet it can be hard to interpreting what is happening at times or where scenes take place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-1853007713610082229?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/1853007713610082229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=1853007713610082229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/1853007713610082229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/1853007713610082229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/12/movie-or-play.html' title='movie or the play?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-2294263356907630706</id><published>2007-11-29T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:18:21.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is art in general like a mirror that reflects society's flawed nature?</title><content type='html'>In act 3 scene 2 hamlet is talking to the players about how they should perform his play. He states that it should be presented true and no other way. I believe that art is how we perceive what our ideal utopia would be like. For example the fairy tales when everything ends happily ever after. But according to hamlet art is the reflection of society and society as a whole needs to look at them and grow from what they have learned. In the play Hamlet is using the players to shed light on what is false so that society can receive truth. In doing this people will know how his father died and how guilty the killer is. This in fact will cause truth to be established and Claudius will be revealed, this I believe is his perfect world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-2294263356907630706?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2294263356907630706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=2294263356907630706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2294263356907630706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2294263356907630706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-art-in-general-like-mirror-that.html' title='Is art in general like a mirror that reflects society&apos;s flawed nature?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-2903189474497527205</id><published>2007-11-28T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:54:21.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To what degree does Claudius believe Hamlet is a threat to him?</title><content type='html'>I believe Claudius believes Hamlet is a big threat to himself. This is becasue of his eagerness to talk about Hamlet in act2 scene 2. But I do not believe he is worried about Hamlet knowing his fathers death. I rather believe he thinks Hamlet is going to go crazy and kill him due to his current mood of the situation. If he thought Hamlet knew about his fathers death he would most likely of been exterminated by now to keep his mouth shut. He could also be worried about his marriage to Gurtrude because she keeps saying its there hasty marriage that has driven Hamlet mad. This is because if she didn't want to stay married to Cladius he would lose Gertrude and most likely his spot as king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-2903189474497527205?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2903189474497527205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=2903189474497527205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2903189474497527205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2903189474497527205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-what-degree-does-claudius-believe.html' title='To what degree does Claudius believe Hamlet is a threat to him?'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-2727799125803815703</id><published>2007-11-27T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:41:48.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Hamlet Love Ophelia</title><content type='html'>I believe Hamlet at one time loved Ophelia. but he stopped loving Ophelia when he first generalizes women in line 146 act I scene II "Frailty,                            thy name is woman!", and now what I think he is doing, is that he using his acclaimed love for Ophelia to cover up his love for his mother. This can be shown in act 2 scene 2 when he talk to Ophelia as if she was his mother.&lt;br /&gt;  Another reason I believe that Hamlet is not in love anymore is the fact that hes has over listened on Polonious conversations with Ophelia about how she shouldn't love Hamlet becasue his love is temporary and he marries whoever his parents decide. Now it looks as if Hamlet has given up on Ophelia and still but yet still has hope for his mother. This again relates to why he talks to Ophelia as if she was his mother.&lt;br /&gt;My Third view of this is that Hamlet is using Ophelia to convince Polonius that he has gone mad with love. This can be proven when Ophelia is describing Hamlets action in there encounter in the closet. This can show that he is using Ophelia to spread word of his recent acts of craziness. It is important to note that the king and queen have not seen Hamlets craziness first hand that is why he needs to use Ophelia as a target. Doing this she will most likely tell Polonious and then he will tell the king Hamlets gone mad and from there word will spread around the kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-2727799125803815703?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/2727799125803815703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=2727799125803815703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2727799125803815703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/2727799125803815703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-hamlet-love-ophelia.html' title='Does Hamlet Love Ophelia'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-3420256577750246000</id><published>2007-11-26T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:56:46.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my child hood spilled out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All I remember was that the structure for life was ripped out from under me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was changing schools&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To some this might be a joyful moment in life. Unfortunately for me It wasn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This went against my will, it would be the last day I cried. From that point on the flood gates of my eyes would be closed for eternity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because of this sudden event I realized my emotions nor opinions had no place in life nor did they effect anyone. From them on I became an emotionless monster; this monster became a familiar object of my life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I realize that the change was for the better. Not only did I meet new people who were able to acknowledge my existence. Through them I gained new experiences that pealed back the layers I created. Letting glimpse of light show as if a ray of light was coming out of a key hole&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This monster is the toughest thing I’ve had and still am dealing with in life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But now all I know is that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am breaking &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;F&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                        R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                       E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                        E           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-3420256577750246000?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3420256577750246000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=3420256577750246000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/3420256577750246000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/3420256577750246000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-child-hood-spilled-out.html' title='my child hood spilled out'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277063114220169866.post-3329434350945399763</id><published>2007-11-26T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:44:19.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work evil partime job fast food'/><title type='text'>My Job</title><content type='html'>The dark and cruel place I call work, has many jobs that can leave a worker petrified of fast food. Furthermore why do we call it fast food? Only to realize that we can make more time in our day? So we can return to the internet or possibly watch our favorite television shows, on the couch we sit in every day. So why do we still satisfy ourselves with hamburgers made by a fry cook who hates his job and wishes he could alter his past so he could have a better lifestyle? Or is it because we are lazy and feel the need to have others do everything for us as much as possible?  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So as I slowly enter the freezing cold room, barely lit bye overhead lights, that become visible as the door slowly creaks open, giving the room a feeling as if it was a mid evil, underground cave light bye torches. I am armed with a blade that is 5’x3’. As I slowly make my way to the floor to start my task, the overseer gives me my instructions and closes the door behind me leaving me alone in the freezing room. Where my breath becomes visible and nearly turns into frost that sticks to the walls. As I finally reach the floor I can instantly feel the cold crawl up my legs and into my back. So I pull out my blade and slowly start chipping away at the ice, just as my overseer commanded me to do. As the ice pieces fly past my head I notice the pain of the cold kissing my ears making them sting as if they never knew what warm ever was. During the fight of me against the ice as it was almost chipped away it seemed to hold on tight and resist my judgment of its existence. The more it was hit the more it clenched on tighter, as if it was grasping on its final moments of life. But with one precise hit the ice lost all hope as it was forced off the ground, flying into the wall and shattering into countless pieces. As I turned around I grabbed the broom behind me and cleaned up the scattered pieces of ice and slowly headed out the door and as I left I looked over my shoulder and saw what use to be a ice covered floor now shine with metallic glory, as if its life had been replenished just as the door closed. Soon after I exited the cold version of hell I transfer in to a blast of heat from the deep fryers and grill. I am greeted by a lady whose ego makes up for her height. The sight of her frightens me because as I exit the freezer she says “Jamie there’s yet another job for you”. The sound of my name being used is as if my days only begun. I quickly react by thinking what’s worse than what I have just done could this next job be easier or could it create the downfall of my career, but just as I am about to be assigned this horrible task I am saved by the end of the day only to return again and face this fear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2277063114220169866-3329434350945399763?l=jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/feeds/3329434350945399763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277063114220169866&amp;postID=3329434350945399763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/3329434350945399763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277063114220169866/posts/default/3329434350945399763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamiescshamlet.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-job.html' title='My Job'/><author><name>jamiescshamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02126928223567593245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09562019852116461952'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>