<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:19:36.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uber Reading Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-1397894932904157093</id><published>2007-10-10T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:20:37.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwaidan</title><content type='html'>According to contemporary sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kwaidan" literally translates to "ghost story", and sure enough, the film is composed of four unrelated stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost stories, that is. *dun dun duuun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most of Asian horror, the film does not rely on gore or violence to strike fear into the audience's hearts. Instead, it relies on the fear of the unknown, done with a slow and steady buildup of psychological tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that as with other Asian horror films, this one is good, but the obviously fabricated backdrops degrade from its effectiveness. In my opinion, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-1397894932904157093?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1397894932904157093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=1397894932904157093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1397894932904157093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1397894932904157093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/kwaidan.html' title='Kwaidan'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-2800498806845994976</id><published>2007-10-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:15:42.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y Tu Mama Tambien</title><content type='html'>According to contemporary sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about two teenage guys with a twenty-something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman.&lt;/span&gt; Now, that can't get any better (or worse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing this a few years back. Apparently, my brother was required to watch it as well. Back then, it struck me as being overly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexual.&lt;/span&gt; It still does, and it looks like most rating systems have deemed the film inappropriate for young audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spoil the ending, ha! It is revealed at the end that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt; has a terminal disease, and thus her behavior. Hurrah for the realization of the temporal nature of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe diem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-2800498806845994976?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/2800498806845994976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=2800498806845994976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2800498806845994976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2800498806845994976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/y-tu-mama-tambien.html' title='Y Tu Mama Tambien'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-1749154244002043665</id><published>2007-10-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:49:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonari no Totoro</title><content type='html'>According to contemporary sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an animated film that is apparently intended for children; this becomes even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; apparent when one discovers that it involves forest spirits and whatnot. It being intended for children, however, does not necessarily make it a children's movie, seeing as how this was included in the list of movies to watch. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the most fascinating part of the movie is the utter lack of an antagonist. It's, well, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;story.&lt;/span&gt; The creativity of it all, however, makes up for the lack of an engaging plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure as to why it's so seemingly popular, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-1749154244002043665?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1749154244002043665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=1749154244002043665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1749154244002043665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1749154244002043665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/tonari-no-totoro.html' title='Tonari no Totoro'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-4503005341814094278</id><published>2007-10-09T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:53:29.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise the Red Lantern</title><content type='html'>According to contemporary sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is genius, a great product of our Chinese friends. It follows the story of a concubine who, in the end, sees the entire business of competing for the master's attention as entirely pointless; they are compared to pieces of cloth which the owner can wear and discard at any time. In the end, the main character - the third concubine - goes insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the Chinese gov't initially banned the film as some critics thought it was a criticism of the Chinese government. It's not hard to see why, though, seeing as how the entire household metaphorically morphs into a prison as the story progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally-ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-4503005341814094278?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4503005341814094278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=4503005341814094278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4503005341814094278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4503005341814094278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/raise-red-lantern.html' title='Raise the Red Lantern'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-9046762377076958331</id><published>2007-10-09T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:58:57.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bicycle Thief</title><content type='html'>According to contemporary sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather simple story. The guy's bicycle - a job essential -  gets stolen, so he goes around searching for it. After a failed search, he then attempts to steal a bicycle to keep his job. He gets caught and is humiliated in front of his son, and the story ends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with the conclusion that the main character is on equal moral grounds with the thief.&lt;br /&gt;The effect of an action is not all that there is to be judged - one must include the intention, for the intention is a large determinant of the individual's probability to repeat the act in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it would be prudent to say that the main character stands on morally superior grounds if only in the realm of intention, for he did it to keep his job and feed his son. But then again, the original bicycle thief could have similar reasons for stealing it in the first place. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can never be too sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-9046762377076958331?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/9046762377076958331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=9046762377076958331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/9046762377076958331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/9046762377076958331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/bicycle-thief.html' title='The Bicycle Thief'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-5690476154366189863</id><published>2007-10-09T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:36:31.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casablanca</title><content type='html'>According to contemporary sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a classic depiction of a moral quandary - love, or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt; A hooks up with guy B because guy A, her husband, was thought to have died in a Nazi concentration camp. Turns out that guy A survived, which prompted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt; A to immediately leave guy B to get back with guy A. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt; So, guy B has the "power" to allow guy A to escape, because guy A is actively being sought out by the Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman &lt;/span&gt;A still loves guy B, so guy B helps guy A escape, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt; A plans to stay behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, guy B, being the moral and rational guy, forces the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt; to escape with guy A for the greater good. If she stayed, he said, she might regret it. Thus, his actions are for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great show. One of them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solid&lt;/span&gt;, classic films which all adults know about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-5690476154366189863?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/5690476154366189863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=5690476154366189863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/5690476154366189863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/5690476154366189863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/casablanca.html' title='Casablanca'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-7257921435498062926</id><published>2007-10-09T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:27:12.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Strangelove</title><content type='html'>According to contemporary sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those cold war mockeries. Since it involves nuclear weapons and a madman who addresses the president as 'Mein Fuhrer', there is much reason to believe that it is one of the best movies ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it talks of nuclear war, and against prevalent ideas, the commanding officer thought otherwise. 10 to 20 million deaths at the most, he says. Mutually assured destruction? Only if both sides start hitting each other at the same time, apparently. That's more I like it, cold and rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, this film is where the image of a man riding a nuclear bomb came from. Rock and roll.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Hitler" title="Adolf Hitler"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-7257921435498062926?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7257921435498062926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=7257921435498062926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/7257921435498062926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/7257921435498062926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/dr-strangelove.html' title='Dr. Strangelove'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-599553546891196773</id><published>2007-10-09T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:19:11.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein's Dreams</title><content type='html'>Einstein's Dreams - Alan Lightman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.09.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, these are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;Einstein's dreams. If they were, then the author would be Einstein himself, for how the hell would Alan Lightman come to know of Einstein's dreams? Instead, the stories contained herein revolve around various conceptions of time, as the author understands it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few scenarios are, as Wikipedia puts is, "exaggerations of true phenomena related to relativity," e.g. the stilts, the flying buildings; the others are simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic, &lt;/span&gt;or nonsensical (time going backwards? Yeah, right.). It's interesting, but its value to me ends there. A glaring problem for me is that in most, if not all of the fantastical scenarios, the properties of "time" change, whereas the physical laws as we currently know them remain constant. Nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice time-waster. It can get you to think about time, but there are other books more suited to the topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-599553546891196773?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/599553546891196773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=599553546891196773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/599553546891196773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/599553546891196773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/einsteins-dreams.html' title='Einstein&apos;s Dreams'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-8111739190483519596</id><published>2007-10-07T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:11:03.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persepolis</title><content type='html'>Persepolis - Marjane Satrapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.07.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it was created with the motive of changing the reader's general opinion of Iran. Instead of viewing Iran as a country run by extremists, the author shows you everything from the eyes of a religious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt;, whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, a religious person who wants to have both his religion (the cherry-picked parts) and his science is generally a docile one, but only because the beliefs are cherry-picked. Anyone who has read Sam Harris' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End of Faith&lt;/span&gt;, would know that such moderates play a large role in the continued existence of, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, and I still think rather badly of Iran. Any country that lacks a separation of Church and State is not on my list of countries to spare in my world domination schemes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-8111739190483519596?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8111739190483519596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=8111739190483519596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/8111739190483519596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/8111739190483519596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/persepolis.html' title='Persepolis'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-11328855540156379</id><published>2007-10-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:35:47.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.07.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philo prof told my block in a workshop that one must not be pretentious. He said that if one does not like or understand Franz Kafka, one must not deliberately lie to others just to fit in. He said that his reaction to The Metamorphosis was: "Bakit naging bug?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, true. Bandwagoners suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction was no different. I was all "wtf?", quickly followed by "okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed pointless to me, and it still does, unless one is willing to do some analytical acrobatics to derive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; from it. A friend told me that it had something to do with human loneliness or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-11328855540156379?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/11328855540156379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=11328855540156379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/11328855540156379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/11328855540156379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/metamorphosis.html' title='The Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-2530170936746692896</id><published>2007-10-07T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:31:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Falling Girl</title><content type='html'>The Falling Girl - Dino Buzzati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.07.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was exasperated when I reached the middle of the story. I thought that it was "more of that chick/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt;/feminism-related crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the end, I still felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I still feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather simple commentary on how the female youth of today are easily sucked in by their foolish desires which ironically destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, we already know that, thank you. No need for the elaborate metaphors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-2530170936746692896?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/2530170936746692896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=2530170936746692896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2530170936746692896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2530170936746692896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/falling-girl.html' title='The Falling Girl'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-7243734751330338976</id><published>2007-10-07T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:27:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Demon Lover</title><content type='html'>The Demon Lover - Elizabeth Bowen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.07.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bombed out English city (London?), some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt; walks around in her bombed out house, packing some stuff. She finds a letter concerning the fulfillment of a past lover's "promise", and amazingly, she cannot recall what the promise is; she can't even recall his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on with her business with great paranoia, and she leaves her house. She gets a cab, but when she sees the driver, she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screaaaaaaaaaaams&lt;/span&gt;. The cab then drives of. She is still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it is a bit of a horror-ish story, and in this sense, it is an effective piece of work. It's a classic, which means that it does not rely on violence to scare people, unlike contemporary stories. It uses the fear of the unknown effectively. I mean, she can't even remember the guy's face, and we have no idea as to why she screamed in the cab. Actually, we've no idea about a whole lot of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-7243734751330338976?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7243734751330338976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=7243734751330338976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/7243734751330338976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/7243734751330338976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/demon-lover.html' title='The Demon Lover'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-1030886637561445576</id><published>2007-10-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:21:09.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shatterday</title><content type='html'>Shatterday - Harlan Ellison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.07.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yet another impossible scenario. Some guy calls his own house by mistake only to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; answering the phone. What is this, cloning? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us now completely ignore the law of matter and energy conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say this is what happens when you give a writer some of Jung's concepts. You get a weird story trying to touch on any person's fragmented self. Good enough concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I like the playfulness in the naming of the days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moanday&lt;br /&gt;Duesday&lt;br /&gt;Freeday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Moan day. Effin' A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-1030886637561445576?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1030886637561445576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=1030886637561445576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1030886637561445576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1030886637561445576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/shatterday.html' title='Shatterday'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-2375704532616679214</id><published>2007-10-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:16:46.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rocking Horse Winner</title><content type='html'>The Rocking Horse Winner - DH Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.07.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie, another version of reality. Houses talk, and riding on a toy horse allows you to see the winner of the nearest horse race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what this one is all about, really. We need money, parents say. House says to the kid that they need money. Kid gambles and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wins.&lt;/span&gt; Keeps gambling until he abruptly dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this is supposed to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;What, am I supposed to sympathize or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-2375704532616679214?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/2375704532616679214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=2375704532616679214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2375704532616679214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2375704532616679214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/rocking-horse-winner.html' title='The Rocking Horse Winner'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-2169118584630071283</id><published>2007-10-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:54:11.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clockwork Orange</title><content type='html'>A Clockwork Orance - Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.01.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is quite violent. Graphic, too. I find to to be basically filled to the brim with gratuitous violence; I was very much infuriated by the first half of the book. I saw it to be pointless and anarchistic - I found myself vehemently disagreeing with the protagonist's whims and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part, however, decreased a bit on the violent part, but I still disagreed with it on a different level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It provides us with a dichotomy - "free" agents freely willing evil or restricted agents forced to do the good? The novel seems to indicate that the former is "good", but I wholly disagree, for it begs the question that "freedom", as popularly understood, is intrinsically good, but I do not concur. Freedom is desirable, true, but it should not be so desirable as to override the security of others. To elevate it in such a manner would be making murder legal because it is done in the interest of freedom of expression. In short, the effect or utility of any action should be the focus of moral judgment, for I see the intention to be of little or no consequence; at best, the intention should be part of a different investigation other than ethics, such as psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think it's too violent. I'll tolchock every last one of the characters in this thing if they existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-2169118584630071283?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/2169118584630071283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=2169118584630071283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2169118584630071283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2169118584630071283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/clockwork-orange.html' title='A Clockwork Orange'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-820838051102546500</id><published>2007-10-01T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:45:28.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison Bergeron</title><content type='html'>Harrison Bergeron - Kurt Vonnegut Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.01.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dystopian story, but this time, in lieu of communism or capitalism run amok, the story illustrates a society wherein egalitarianism has run amok. When people are made physically equal by having weights put on the stronger people, something is bound to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Bergeron, an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazingly &lt;/span&gt;smart and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazingly &lt;/span&gt;strong kid, does something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazingly &lt;/span&gt;stupid. He barges in on a TV studio, shouts "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the emperor&lt;/span&gt;," and proceeds to take a beautiful wimman and dances with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He then gets shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Society = egalitarian maniacs, Harrison = autocratic maniac. That's a crappy set of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with the egalitarians. What kind of social equality is that? One must admit that there is always an imbalance, and everyone is never equal in all respects.&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with Harrison. Good thing he got shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story? Don't say that you are the emperor, for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;am the emperor. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-820838051102546500?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/820838051102546500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=820838051102546500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/820838051102546500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/820838051102546500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/harrison-bergeron.html' title='Harrison Bergeron'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-2946438415801309261</id><published>2007-10-01T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:37:57.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Portable Phonograph</title><content type='html'>The Portable Phonograph - Walter Van Tilburg Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.01.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world war breaks out and apparently annihilates the entire civilized world - save for four men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing part here is that the entire world was ravaged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;the use of nuclear weaponry. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a doctor owns a phonograph and a few books which he protects with a very comfortable piece of lead pipe, just in case the others would want to take his belongings. This is only to be expected, however, for how does one manufacture a phonograph when almost all semblance of human technology has been blown to itty-little bits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I disapprove. I see Armageddon as an ideal and prudent time to exercise the democratic intuitions that natural selection saw fit to endow us with. A man with a lead pipe will not survive on his own. The chances of four men with four lead pipes will be much more preferable. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-2946438415801309261?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/2946438415801309261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=2946438415801309261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2946438415801309261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/2946438415801309261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/portable-phonograph.html' title='The Portable Phonograph'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-43763440598975586</id><published>2007-10-01T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:31:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings</title><content type='html'>A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.01.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with The Selfish Giant, I've already taken this up in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We classified it to be a strain of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magical realism&lt;/span&gt;, a story wherein the supernatural is treated in no special manner, as if it was part of everyday life, or at best, a rare event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a man with wings happens to drop into your backyard, muttering some incomprehensible dialect that probably sounds German - what do our protagonists do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't call Homeland Security. They don't contact Health Services. They don't even contact the police. They contact a frickin' old wimman who is a supposed "specialist" in such things. Very infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectedly, she has no idea of the creature's origin. Who do they go to next? The church! My god, the church. Way to go for rationalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the church fails them by not knowing/giving a shit, they turn the creature into some sort of a carnival attraction that is quickly superseded by a girl turned into a spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did they not call more competent people to investigate!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-43763440598975586?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/43763440598975586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=43763440598975586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/43763440598975586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/43763440598975586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/10/very-old-man-with-enormous-wings.html' title='A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-1120577634833796529</id><published>2007-09-30T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:22:43.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger's Bride</title><content type='html'>The Tiger's Bride - Angela Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.30.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When some guy with a tiger's head says that he wants your daughter, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but of course, gamble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gambling turns out to be a bad move, however, and you lose your daughter, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but of course, run away without giving a crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the daughter is being "killed" and soon discovers that her skin has been hiding fur underneath it all this time, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but of course, realize that one has run out of questions because this story is entirely metaphorical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all wtf when the fur appeared. I mean, who wouldn't be? Perhaps the.. wait. I'm not exactly sure what the fur is meant to symbolize. It was, however, rather interesting to see what a man with a tiger's head would want to do with his/its life. All I know is that the father was a jerk-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerk-off. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-1120577634833796529?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1120577634833796529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=1120577634833796529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1120577634833796529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1120577634833796529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/tigers-bride.html' title='The Tiger&apos;s Bride'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-8604388957839903328</id><published>2007-09-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:30:23.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Masque of the Red Death</title><content type='html'>The Masque of the Red Death - Edgar Allan Poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.30.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, horrorific. So a hedonistic prince goes into some fortress to escape from the disease called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Death&lt;/span&gt; with a few hundred friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, it's just like a zombie outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the zombies. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's weird is that these survivors partied in lieu of, say, looking for a cure, or doing something generally productive. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;partied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well until the clock strikes midnight, and this is when a creepy figure covered entirely in bandages (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is this right?&lt;/span&gt;) enters the party. The prince is offended by his mockery, tries to kill him, and thus dies without apparent cause. All his friends get angry and try to kill the guy only to discover that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there was nothing underneath the bandages.&lt;/span&gt; They then all start dying according to the progression of the Red Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That figure gave me the creeps. I liked it. I liked it a lot. It's much better than the overt presentation of the supernatural in contemporary western stories involving "science" and whatnot. This story involves mystery. Absolute mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Red Death - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-8604388957839903328?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8604388957839903328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=8604388957839903328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/8604388957839903328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/8604388957839903328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/masque-of-red-death.html' title='The Masque of the Red Death'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-6216522232923139310</id><published>2007-09-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:19:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Selfish Giant</title><content type='html'>The Selfish Giant - Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this story up back in high school. In quintessence, it's an extremely simple allegory for Christianity. Giant does bad thing, he gets punished. Giant does good thing, he gets rewarded. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POW&lt;/span&gt;. He gets to paradise in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a children's story, I suppose, but... I don't know. I don't like children. I don't like their simplistic intellects. Hence, a story that feeds and maintains that kind of intellect is not on my mentally approved list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Oscar Wilde, though. He rocks. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-6216522232923139310?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6216522232923139310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=6216522232923139310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/6216522232923139310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/6216522232923139310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/selfish-giant.html' title='The Selfish Giant'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-4233460267596836132</id><published>2007-09-29T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:17:22.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>Getting Better - Tara FT Sering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's classified as chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;It refers to the reader in the second person as a "she".&lt;br /&gt;This then begs the question: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why the hell am I reading this? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Regardless of the reason, it was actually engaging, allowing us men some insight into the impenetrable minds of wimmen. It shows how breakups affect them, how they react to pain, gossip, and whatnot, thus giving us much needed data on the inner workings of wimmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the part where I am referred to as a wimman.&lt;br /&gt;And the part describing the sex from the wimman's perspective, all while making it seem that the reader was the one was having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-4233460267596836132?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4233460267596836132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=4233460267596836132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4233460267596836132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4233460267596836132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-6880574717241815656</id><published>2007-09-29T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:02:44.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smaller and Smaller Circles</title><content type='html'>Smaller and Smaller Circles - FH Batacan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short but engaging, yes. A detective story that is centered on two Jesuits who hold amazing credentials in scientific fields - a nice case of doublethink. It was fun, although it bogged down a bit at the middle, when the protagonists were interviewing sources for more leads. The ending was a little stupid though. The killer is literally cornered with no means of escape, and the protagonist walks in and nearly gets himself killed. And that woman reporter - what did she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he should have just waited for people with, oh I don't know, guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cases demonstrating the virtuous nature of patience - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait for backup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-6880574717241815656?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6880574717241815656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=6880574717241815656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/6880574717241815656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/6880574717241815656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/smaller-and-smaller-circles.html' title='Smaller and Smaller Circles'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-3704564980486067204</id><published>2007-09-29T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:39:02.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight</title><content type='html'>Weight - Lakambini Sitoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Feminism. It's just too... noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a peculiar type of love story concerning two less than physically ideal partners. One is a rather fat feminist, and the other is some average joe. They're colleagues, but for one reason or another, they "hook up" in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, come on, an impromptu trip to Baguio just for, well, the hell of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-3704564980486067204?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3704564980486067204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=3704564980486067204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3704564980486067204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3704564980486067204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight.html' title='Weight'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-3917673767127623622</id><published>2007-09-29T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:10:44.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Families Very Large</title><content type='html'>Some Families Very Large - Jose Dalisay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.27.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, another tale of the family. The story tells of a father's little escapade in the Christmas season, taking advantage of the generosity of people. He has his son tag along, and he visits various people, claiming to be some sort of long-lost relative or something. He is moderately successful, but on the last visit to a grieving widow, his luck apparently runs out. The widow discovers his ploy, but she plays along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating. But it raises the question as to why people are generous only in the Christmas season. I mean, what? Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clever &lt;/span&gt;man. If only everyone were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; clever, and if only everyone were not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;much of a liar, then the world could be a better place. By the way, I think he owns a barong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-3917673767127623622?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3917673767127623622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=3917673767127623622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3917673767127623622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3917673767127623622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-families-very-large.html' title='Some Families Very Large'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-4532107165539322685</id><published>2007-09-29T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:59:23.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generations</title><content type='html'>Generations - Ninotchka Roska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story probably pertains to the Marcos era or any other parallel situation, making it an ideal setting for any political commentary. The story tells of a family's life, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;survival&lt;/span&gt;, in such a time period, and it's obviously not easy. Dictatorships have an apparent tendency to destroy the cohesion of the family unit. One can ask if the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family &lt;/span&gt;actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt;, seeing as how the father was killed by his own daughter. Again, it's not my type of story, owing to the fact that I do not like stories very much, XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-4532107165539322685?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4532107165539322685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=4532107165539322685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4532107165539322685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4532107165539322685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/generations.html' title='Generations'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-275413250664531721</id><published>2007-09-29T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:38:18.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cries of Children on an April Afternoon</title><content type='html'>The Cries of Children on an April Afternoon - Gregorio Brilliantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story concerning the future of some poor guy. Incidentally, the man was originally an agnostic atheist, thanks to Bertrand Russell - I highly approve of this. But then his emotions get the better of him, and he thus converts to theistm - I highly disapprove of this. I say that if the story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;illustrate a fixed future, then it follows that the future will hold regardless of one's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please stop interpreting that as cause for nihilism. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-275413250664531721?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/275413250664531721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=275413250664531721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/275413250664531721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/275413250664531721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/cries-of-children-on-april-afternoon.html' title='The Cries of Children on an April Afternoon'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-1004369306184069952</id><published>2007-09-29T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:23:54.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bread of Salt</title><content type='html'>The Bread of Salt - NVM Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I thought it was rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pointless &lt;/span&gt;and rather illustrative of the hopelessness of trying to get through social barriers. Since there was no expressed conflict that I deemed to be engaging, I was left a little bored by the story. I mean, wow. A story concerning pan-de-sal can only interest one for so long. The writing was good, yes, but I just wasn't engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-1004369306184069952?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/1004369306184069952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=1004369306184069952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1004369306184069952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/1004369306184069952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/09/bread-of-salt.html' title='The Bread of Salt'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-3425660144046274514</id><published>2007-07-31T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:34:04.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midsummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Midsummer - Manuel Arguilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.31.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis a quaint little love story set in, well, the past. There are no explicit references to time save for culture, so we can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accurately &lt;/span&gt;date it to the year 1850, plus or minus one hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was rather uneventful, but it is oddly reminiscent of a high school encounter with an attractive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman, &lt;/span&gt;only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman &lt;/span&gt;in the story was much more accommodating than the contemporary &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman.&lt;/span&gt; It was all over the place - the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;torpe&lt;/span&gt;ness, the passive observation, the awkward conversation, the even more awkward actions, and the utterly superlative awkwardness of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman &lt;/span&gt;inviting the man, whom she had only known for a few hours, to her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss high school life's awkward situations. They often give rise to even more awkward yet equally enjoyable situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-3425660144046274514?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3425660144046274514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=3425660144046274514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3425660144046274514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3425660144046274514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/07/midsummer_31.html' title='Midsummer'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-8293763601703697900</id><published>2007-07-31T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:18:39.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lust - Susan Minot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.31.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie, it's a story wrote by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman &lt;/span&gt;about some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman's&lt;/span&gt; unerringly unsuccessful search for the elusive ideal of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digression: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wimman" &lt;/span&gt;is in no way a derogatory term; rather, it is an expression of my/our ignorance of the nature of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simultaneously amazing and infuriating how this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wimman&lt;/span&gt; manages to hold a winning streak of crappy, sex-centered boyfriends. She ought to hold a record for "most crappy relationships in one lifetime." It is, however, infuriating that she seems to lack some semblance of self-control, insofar as she keeps on falling/sleeping for the same, sex-deprived class of man over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she now equates love with some false sense of intermittent security, or perhaps as a void-filler of sorts after that amazing chain of hungry boyfriends. It is only too bad that she generalizes all boys to be evil machinations of the sex god. Such a tragedy is probably a result of emotional trauma in some long-lost relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are quite destructive, and so are sweeping generalizations, like that phrase up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-8293763601703697900?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/8293763601703697900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=8293763601703697900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/8293763601703697900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/8293763601703697900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/07/lust.html' title='Lust'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-4155103283386772876</id><published>2007-07-29T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:46:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Carried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Things They Carried - Tim O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.29.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a war story, but it is not told in the traditional manner of having a big, burly man mowing down rows of Commie bastards with uber-Capitalist fervor. It is in fact rather uneventful, as it concentrates on listing what the American soldiers carry according to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt;" in lieu of of illustrating how bullet holes come into being. The list, however, goes beyond the burden of materials, e.g. guns, grenades, cats, etc. It goes on to list the burden of responsibility, being, and love, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can reasonably say that many of us can sympathize with First Lt. Cross, since a good number of us know just how psychologically heavy immaterial burdens can be. The way that we deal with such burdens, however, differs from how Cross handles them, since Cross &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;escape such burdens. We, on the other hand, aren't exactly in a war, and putting off such burdens does not have much bearing on whether one lives or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;. Cross' continued harboring of such insidious emotions for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wimman" &lt;/span&gt;directly results in the demise of Ted Lavender. The average person, however, only harms himself should he do the same. It nonetheless sucks, however, for harming one's self is not exactly very enjoyable. Love isn't always about romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is depicted as it is; there is no romanticism. War sucks, but some modern soldiers have found time to both fight for their lives &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;be entertained, seeing as how some of them have posted combat videos on YouTube. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-4155103283386772876?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/4155103283386772876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=4155103283386772876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4155103283386772876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/4155103283386772876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-they-carried.html' title='The Things They Carried'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-7412505980841288083</id><published>2007-06-24T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T14:39:20.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Confession</title><content type='html'>First Confession - Frank O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.24.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie was indoctrinated with Christianity. How terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story focuses on the aforementioned boy's troubles with his first confession, partly due to the forceful introduction of the fear of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell  &lt;/span&gt;among other things, such as being cursed to living life as some obscure burning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; due to a "bad confession", that is, omitting sins in one's confession. The main reason of the protagonist's fear of confession, however, comes from societal consequences. Admitting all of one's faults to a person whom one hardly knows is difficult, but when those faults include plotting to kill one's own grandmother, the entire thing goes to "hell". Such is the reason for Jackie's troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All literary works, especially the fictitious ones, are ultimately subjective; it's high time that I seize this trait to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my view (Wow, subjective), the story inadvertently exposes a few flaws in the Christian faith. This little stratagem composed of fear and eternal torment is quite efficient in subjugating children. Is it, however, worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dawkins&lt;/span&gt; doesn't think so. He classifies it as child abuse, and he goes on to state that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mental&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; abuse constituted by an unsubstantiated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;threat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of violence and terrible pain, if sincerely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by the child, could easily be more damaging than the physical actuality of sexual abuse. An extreme threat of violence and pain is precisely what the doctrine of hell is. And there is no doubt at all that many children sincerely believe it, often continuing right through adulthood and old age until death finally releases them.&lt;/span&gt;" (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, then, can also be defined as psychological abuse, since according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any situation in which the repeated and extreme impact of a situation affects a person's emotional and rational thinking, in such a way as to adversely impact their later lives, could be termed as psychological abuse at some level.&lt;/span&gt;" (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that a few harmless and retractable lies can be justified in the context of shaping behavior, but can such a destructive and recurring superstition be justified on the same grounds? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrative, therefore, just goes to show what unnecessary pains the indoctrinated youth have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, what is the need for confession if one's god is the ultimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omnibenevolent&lt;/span&gt; being, the one who does not require neither motive nor action, since infinite love does not demand nor require reciprocation, since such a being is beyond &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all? &lt;/span&gt;You could say emotional comfort on the part of the man, but that's just plain evasion of the question, since the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;we speak of is that of salvation, not of living comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dawkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Richard. "Religion's Real Child Abuse." &lt;i&gt;The Official Richard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dawkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Website.&lt;/i&gt; 15 May 2006. Accessed 23 June 2007. &lt;a href="http://www.evergreenreview.com/102/evexcite/joyce/nojoyce.html" target="weblink"&gt;http://richarddawkins.net/article,118,Religions-Real-Child-Abuse,Richard-Dawkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Psychological Abuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 21 June 2007 (Last modified). Accessed 23 June 2007. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundamentalism"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundamentalism"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-7412505980841288083?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/7412505980841288083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=7412505980841288083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/7412505980841288083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/7412505980841288083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-confession.html' title='First Confession'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-3668208252995980071</id><published>2007-06-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:45:36.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills Like White Elephants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hills Like White Elephants - Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.20.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a story revolving around a rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendly &lt;/span&gt;discussion between a standard heterosexual couple waiting for a train in Ebro. According to induction, the conversation revolves around the decision to have an abortion, although it could may as well be anything that relieves discomfort by "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letting the air in&lt;/span&gt;" since abortion is never directly mentioned in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is prudent to note that I frown upon any expression of subjectivity, especially those that concern love. The statements associated with it can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely and inexorably ambiguous&lt;/span&gt; but I digress&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. What, then, is the "point" of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other literary work that makes use of fiction and whatnot, one can make it mean what he wants it to, similar to how different readers can interpret George Orwell's 1984 to suit their own views. As Rickyroma from www.atheistforums.com put it, "&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christians will tell you it is a parable against atheistic states such as the Soviets and North Korea; capitalists that it is about the evils of communism; socialists that it is about the evils of inequalities in wealth and power; atheists that it is a metaphor for religion.&lt;/span&gt;"(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Philosophical crap aside, I suppose that the temporality of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is what the story apparently tries to get at. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...once they take it away, you never get it back&lt;/span&gt;," the story states. That is definitely true, but that does not seem to be neither profound nor useful, since everyone rational knows that. The affirmation of this fact could perhaps drive some to think about their lives, but I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;The issue of abortion is also present, but it does not seem to be discussed in an ethical manner. It looks to be a "prop" of sorts. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;I don't know for sure. Induction is a shaky business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;...copy-paste the forthcoming link. It doesn't work when you click it, for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-sarif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(1) Rickyroma. "Creationism in Orwell's 1984" Online posting. 09 Aug. 2004. Atheistforums. 20 June 2007 &lt;&lt;a href="http://www2.gorp.com/forums/Index.cfm?CFApp=55&amp;amp;Message_ID=18596" target="weblink"&gt;http://www.atheistforums.com/viewtopic.php?t=2321&lt;/a&gt;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-3668208252995980071?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3668208252995980071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=3668208252995980071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3668208252995980071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3668208252995980071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/06/hills-like-white-elephants.html' title='Hills Like White Elephants'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-3155117932031823621</id><published>2007-06-18T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:09:38.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Use of Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Use of Force - William Carlos Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.18.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the story seemed to have little in the way of a profound point, it does inspire some questions about the actions of both the doctor and the child. Was the escalation of hostilities due to the fault of the doctor? the child? both of them? or perhaps neither has fault in the situation, insofar as moral responsibility is traditionally attributed to &lt;em&gt;free will&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determinism shows how people tend to have sympathy for criminals when they learn of all the past causes that necessarily got them into jail, such as childhood abuse, psychological problems, family disputes, etc. until there lies no room for what we would call &lt;em&gt;free will&lt;/em&gt;, which in itself is a fancy way of inscribing responsibility into an individual due to ignorance of the prior causes that leads to an individual's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, some have reasoned that it was the parents' fault for what we would call a crappy upbringing, and some have reasoned that it was the doctor's fault for being rash and impatient. One could also argue that it was the child's fault, since she presumably has the necessarily faculties to understand conversation and make decisions. If being at &lt;em&gt;fault &lt;/em&gt;is defined as being morally responsible due to contra-causal &lt;em&gt;free will&lt;/em&gt;, then I would say that no one holds this so-called state of &lt;em&gt;faultness&lt;/em&gt;, for I am a determinist. However, if being at &lt;em&gt;fault &lt;/em&gt;can be described as a moral error of sorts regardless of responsibility, then I would have to say that &lt;em&gt;all involved&lt;/em&gt; would have a hand at the necessitation of the situation assuming that we all have a uniform moral standard, which is vastly improbable. This is still open to more conjecture since this spawns a great many questions, but addressing all of them would simply be too long for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;The main point of the story is presumably the use of force, which is presented in a utilitarian perspective. Is the use of force justified when it accomplishes a greater good? I would absolutely think so, insofar as it propagates &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness &lt;/span&gt;(not necessarily pleasure) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rationality aside, it &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;infuriate me when the child just stubbornly refused medical examination on what is presumably a petty basis. I despise kids, if you didn't already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. In the end, the doctor broke his objectivity and can thus be called a hypocrite for the time being, but I think that hypocrisy does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not in any way&lt;/span&gt; detract from the value of one's arguments and/or actions, assuming that the latter accomplished a greater good. A "so what?" would be a sufficient reply to such an accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one approve of the use of force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-3155117932031823621?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/3155117932031823621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=3155117932031823621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3155117932031823621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/3155117932031823621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/06/use-of-force.html' title='The Use of Force'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1534747825344057380.post-6066756354870806092</id><published>2007-06-18T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:09:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The forthcoming text is reserved only for those who know not of the nature of this Reading Journal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who do know are &lt;em&gt;allowed&lt;/em&gt; to read, insofar as I cannot control those who view this site, but why the hell bother?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reading Journal is basically a requirement for Lit 13 class. 'Tis a task, apparently, that will have us writing down at least five sentences borne of our gut reactions to each and every reading material that will be taken up in class. It won't be numerically graded, since one cannot assess emotions - to do so would be folly. Therefore, if one writes 5 sentences for each story, one has fulfilled the requirement, however &lt;em&gt;cretinous&lt;/em&gt; those 5 sentences may be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I'd be doing the bare minimum of writing merely 5 cretinous sentences, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1534747825344057380-6066756354870806092?l=m04cusi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/feeds/6066756354870806092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1534747825344057380&amp;postID=6066756354870806092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/6066756354870806092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1534747825344057380/posts/default/6066756354870806092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://m04cusi.blogspot.com/2007/06/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00994043650030342293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/lagim214/a8ava-1.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
