Iago:Othello and Those Other People

"So the only person I actually like in this play is Iago."
"Do you like him? Or like him like him?"

So it's been ages since we've done any blogging-ness. It's been legit forever.

So, not that anybody will actually be checking this any time soon:
Iago- do you like him? Sarah does apparently.

I personally think Iago is the only character developed closely. Fully? Whichever. You can't like any of the other characters because they don't have any character. They aren't looked in to, they aren't very developed. Des, particularly, is very flat. Who can like her? Well, that's biased. Seeing as how I obviously don't like her.

The Stranger - QA

Now with quotes!

Those Other Two

This is a place for Meaghan and Spencer's projects. Sarah said she'd put hers online, so she's working on that.
But since Pamplemousse dearest is not a part of our blog and cannot make her own post, this is a place for her to comment on Spencers. And I guess Sarah's, since hers isn't up.

The Stranger Photo Essay

Here's my QA - if the link doesn't work right away i'm working on it - be patient. I don't have a facebook so I have to make do.

Margaret's Photos

Let the linkage ensue.

This above is a link to a facebook photo album. No, you do not need a facebook to follow it. It'll work for anybody as long as you have the internet which you obviously do if you're reading this.

Incidently, I'm typing this in notepad. Because Mozilla decdied that whenever I typed it would look something like this:

tltilwekot:siht ekil gnihems ool dluow ti deypt I revenh taht dedicded lazoM esuaceB .dapeton ni sih gnipyt m'I ,ynedcnI

That was me just typing the last legible sentance over again. It's some weird mixture of going to the left instead of the right while typing and occasionally going to the right regardless. Anybody have any idea why it's doing that? (It was unbelievably difficult to get the title right, too. Because spaces changes it. Besides the random changes. BAH I say, bah.)

But anyway. If you have a facebook, feel free to comment on individual photos there. If you don't or you don't want to or you don't care, feel free to make any comments you have about them here. Individual photos or the entire thing. Either way, either way.
Cheers-

Stranger Photo Post!

This posting system is so ridiculous, it makes no sense. It seems to be utterly retarded when it comes to copying and pasting.
Anyway, photos for you guys. Just a simple trio, with some Photoshopping for spice. If needed, I'll edit the post later with my explanations of the photos themselves, but right now I just want to make sure it works.
(ETA 11/14: Now with my explanations, because I'll be at Umass Dartmouth today and can't present in person. I've left a hard copy on your desk, Mrs. Richardson.)

"It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over, that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work tomorrow, and that, really, nothing had changed."

(Camus 24)

This photo represents Meursault standing at his mother's grave (say hi to Mrs. Richardson's legs!), and reflecting that nothing has really been made any different in his life overall by his mother's death. The photo was greyscaled to represent the world through Meursault's eyes at this point - largely uninteresting and bland. It can also represent a flashback of sorts.

"The trigger gave; I felt the smooth underside of the butt; and there, in that noise, sharp and deafening at the same time, is where it all started... I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness."

(Camus 59)

This photo represents the death of the Arab on the beach. The sepia tone is a step up from greyscale, but isn't color just yet (the yellow tone also helps represent the sun). What is in color is the Arab's blood, dripping down his (really my) arm. The streak of blood represents the first crack in Meursault's content little world.

"Then, in the dark hour before dawn, sirens blasted. They were announcing departures for a world that now and forever meant nothing to me."

"For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate."

(Camus 122; 123)

This photo represents Meursault's cell, in which he has the most profound thoughts of the book (Although, to be fair, the majority of his prior thoughts are extremely simple by contrast). He is actually acknowledging that he is condemned to death, yet at the same time he insists that it doesn't matter to him. Nevertheless, this photo is in full color, because he is the most alive while awaiting his death.

Phil Ochs

Okay. So, this is a comic. Kind of about minimalism, but not really. That doesn't matter. The dialogue matters. Because it reminded me vaguely of a conversation we had in class about perspective. And how you can't really know if one person's blue is your purple. And basic thoughts that one doesn't even think about have a great effect on thoughts people realize they're having. Or did I just make that up?

Anyway, I though I'd share it. And I think Spencer would like it, if he ever looks at this place.
Cheers-

(Oh, I forgot- Phil Ochs is a protest/folk singer. I've never listened to a song, but I think I might. The dialogue is somewhat stolen from one of his songs.)