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annie hall tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014/57 2007-05-26T01:22:48Z weblog Movable Type Enterprise 1.02 The Closing of the Blogs tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2691 2007-05-26T01:12:32Z 2007-05-26T01:22:48Z

This is kind of sad. It's like the end of an era for blogs. Our blogs, anyway. I have to admit that I really like blogging. So much so, that I'm starting a new one myself (If you'd like, I'll...

This is kind of sad. It's like the end of an era for blogs. Our blogs, anyway. I have to admit that I really like blogging. So much so, that I'm starting a new one myself (If you'd like, I'll give you the link and you can be the 1 person who reads it lol). I just wish that I had more time over the semester in which to do it in. I feel like writing about my experiences in dreams really did allow me to learn a bit more about myself. I'm sure others feel the same way. It's great to be forced us to take a little time from our hectic scheds to look at our internal lives and reflect, perhaps even reevaluate. It was also great to be able to get to know our peers in such an intimate way even though we didn't really know who we were reading about most of the time. It's such an amazing way to share a little bit of ourselves. It's also going to be great to be able to look back a couple of years from now and reminisce about the good ole' times we had in english class. hehe. I'm going to miss it, anyway. One Last Dream. Sniff. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2688 2007-05-26T01:03:59Z 2007-05-26T01:11:52Z

I'm in some country really far north. Everything is covered in ice. I see a group of people about to dive into a hole they had just made in the ice. All of a sudden that hole turns into the...

I'm in some country really far north. Everything is covered in ice. I see a group of people about to dive into a hole they had just made in the ice. All of a sudden that hole turns into the ocean and I'm in it with all my clothes on. My best friend is there too. I become annoyed at being cold and wet so I get out of the water and walk to my apartment near by. This building at once looks like the one I stayed in in Italy and my sister's place. As I'm walking up I see a pizza guy (haha.. yep this dream is going nowhere, sorry). He leaves the pizza on the door mat at the apt. of Professor Tougaw. I keep walking up the stairs and I realize that all the tenents are standing around the stairwells and looking at me. They kinda have that face you see on actors on tv shows when the protagonist is going to die a sad/happy painlessly death at a hospital. I'm not sure what's going on, but eventually I see Prof's head stick out of the multitude, kind of like Where's Waldo. Reflections of the Conference tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2686 2007-05-26T00:58:24Z 2007-05-26T01:03:44Z

I thought everyone really did an amazing job. I know sometime people just say that to be nice, but I really did think so! You guys are all so talented and you really shined that day. I agree with everyone when you guys mentioned how well you handled all the questions. I know I was impressed! (Although, I've recently been informed that I said "Freakin" ___ something, god knows what. I'm acknowledging it but I'm still going to pretend it never happened haha). I thought we had a decent crowd also, even if it was mainly our families! It was great to meet all. The food was good, too! Thanks to everyone. I know we all put in a lot of work for that conference but I'm kind of sad it's over. I'm really going to miss you guys. Delays, Delays! tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2679 2007-05-25T16:47:48Z 2007-05-25T16:54:54Z

I feel kind of funny posting a reflection on my web page.. its like hey, where the hell were you for the past month and a half? I have no idea. Anyway, now that the web page has been long...

I feel kind of funny posting a reflection on my web page.. its like hey, where the hell were you for the past month and a half? I have no idea. Anyway, now that the web page has been long completed, I'll share some afterthoughts. My favorite part of my page is the colors lol. It took me forever to get the right scheme and pictures going. I thought that was important.I didn't want it to look arbitrary. It had to be earthy but not dirty, tropical but not Starburst-y looking. I just didn't want to be repulsive to the eyes. And I think that's it. lol I can't take credit for th pictures though I wish I could Kahlo is artistic metaphor god. I forgot about this one tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2610 2007-05-23T14:35:16Z 2007-05-23T14:42:57Z

Another kind of recurring dreams that I have are about video games, or games in general actually. When I was younger I used to constantly dream that I was in a real life video game. I would have tasks to accomplish and I had some kind of supernatural power like jumping really high or running really fast like sonic the hedgehog (remember sonic?). Sometimes I'd be up in the sky and sometimes I'd be in a house or a tomb of some sort and would have to enter secret passage ways to find a coin or some other typically game-y object. It funny that I would have dreams of this kind because I never had video games when I was younger. The closest I got to them was a little hand held 2 stage game with the Little Mermaid (I LOVE the Little Mermaid, btw. lol). These dreams might have been due to the fascination engendered by deprivation. Anyway, I had a dream of this kind not too long ago. I don't remember the specifics though I think a vampire was involved.. or a mummy. It was strange being reminded of all the dreams I used to have. It "just hit me.. like lightning!" (that's a line from the T.L.M... dont judge me.). Marginal Dreams tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2438 2007-05-01T19:49:56Z 2007-05-01T19:55:00Z

Lately, I haven't had any dreams that I can remember. It's probably because I'm so sleep deprived. The only dreams that I can think of are ones that may not even count as dreams. I find myself in and out of consciousness trying to plan out all the things I have to do later that morning. My political science seminar has been the subject of most of these "dreams." Can you help me? tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2187 2007-04-21T19:36:27Z 2007-04-21T19:39:10Z

Hey all, You may have noticed that my blog's layout has gone all crazy. Last week I was playing around Design Catcher and the layouts, and in doing so did something wrong, apparently. I keep applying the different layouts already provided by MT, but they never show up even afer I rebuild. Does anyone have any idea of what I can do? Boring-est Dream Ever tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2186 2007-04-21T19:35:07Z 2007-04-21T19:35:55Z

Last night I had a dream that I was flossing. That's all....

Last night I had a dream that I was flossing. That's all. Titleless dream tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2067 2007-04-05T06:48:17Z 2007-04-05T07:35:12Z

The dream felt like I was watching a movie with a very stylized set. It was akin to the movie Sin City, but with different color schematics; in the dream, everything had a musty gold tint to it, like the color of the deteriorating leather pages in an old book. First I am watching a movie. Then I am pregnant. I'm in a strange apartment and am about to give birth. I sit on a big metal table and believe that someone else has had a baby in the room not too long prior. I then proceed to go into labor. I give birth but instead of a baby the child is my 14 yr old niece, fully dressed. Dream me knows that this can't be right, and gets a little agitated. I somehow become pregnant again, and again give birth. This time the child is younger but not by much. I repeatedly give birth until I finally end up with a newborn. I hold the kid in my arms and dont feel much for it. The baby then begins to speak. I get a little annoyed because of this because I wanted it to be truly a newborn. Then my mother appears. She tells me I have to go pump milk for the baby. I then have an out of body experience where I see myself topless on the other side of the room. That is all I remember. I had this dream a couple of weeks ago. The paper I wrote it on had become lost until yesterday. At the end i made the following note: My niece is having some issues, and I've been thinking about her a lot which is probably why I had this dream. But what is really nuts is the fact that I was topless in this dream just like S. Buddah was in her "Pizza" entry. It's crazy how I had my own version of her dream image. I had another dream about black people. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2049 2007-03-30T05:34:22Z 2007-03-30T06:25:47Z

Does that sound politically incorrect? I'm pretty positive it's impossible to be p.c. in dream regardless. Oh well....

Does that sound politically incorrect? I'm pretty positive it's impossible to be p.c. in dream regardless. Oh well. In the dream I was watching tv, but all that was on was channels and channels of commercials. The one I can remember specifically was trying to sell cars. It seemed like one of those cheesy Kia ads. As I watched I noticed that in each, the (to me) obviously white voice over was pushing something (cars, a debt/credit "solution") to some young black actor with a big phony grin. The commercials kept comming and I was becoming increasingly enraged at what I was seeing. Later, someone, some man- I have no idea who- was in a kitchen with me preparing breakfast for a group of people. He made eggs. He cooked everyone else's but when he gave me mine they were, first, in one of those white individual "kiesh" (?)/souffle bowl things (The ones that you see with creme brulee in them many times. They have a name which I can't remember. Useless Jaques Pepin!), and secondly, they were not fully cooked. Actually, they looked just like creme brulee, because instead of being scrambled, they had a browned layer on the top, and were all raw and mushy underneath. I stood there in the kitchen a little confused. The man told me that the eggs were uncooked and to stick my hand in them. The idea of my hand in some eggs still makes me laugh, lol. At that point I woke. When I had this dream, which was about a week ago, I could easily see why these particular images made their appearance. Right before I had the dream, I had an unwarrentably prolonged meditation about whether or not I would have eggs the next morning. I promised myself that if I were to wake up early the next morning to study I would treat myself to Dunkin Donuts. I was deliberating about it because I wanted the eggs but not the bread (I've quit non whole grain carbs... and high fructose corn syrup. that stuff is sooo bad for your liver!). As for the earlier part of my dream, I imagined that it was engendered by those bullshit artist credit card/debt managment ads I see plastered all over the subways. Marketing strategies drive me nuts, especially when the images and rhetoric specifically target "minorities" and working class people that many times are unaware all the lies they're being fed, and how fucked up all that stuff really is. I should know. You would not believe how many letters I get from Capital One. I'm their number one demographic for sure. All those assholes can go to hell. Trash, Toys, and the Tougaws tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.2048 2007-03-30T04:55:12Z 2007-03-30T14:38:46Z

A couple of days ago I took out the garbage. I was surprised at how heavy the recycling can felt as I dragged it across the driveway. When I opened the lid I saw, buried under a bag of old...

I was in some kind of store that felt like a Toys R' Us. I was also on my cellphone. The person on the other line was professor Tougaw. It felt as though I was trying to sell him a toy doll house. The scene of the dream was like one of those split screens you see on tv sitcoms sometimes, where you can see the people on the telephone side by side. Not only did I see the prof., but I saw that he had a dream wife and a dream child. They were both pretty unpleasant. The little girl was a real brat, actually. She couldn't decide on which toy house she wanted. She didn't seem to want the one I was offering (the grimy house I had scavanged out of the trash). I remembered being annoyed. ]]> Another Poem tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.1862 2007-03-10T22:44:30Z 2007-03-10T22:53:32Z

The following poem is one I really like. It is pretty straight foward, but what I like most of it is its sound. The repetition of words and certain consonant sounds makes it very rhythmic and give it a nice flow. So here it is, enjoy. Sex Without Love Sharon Olds How do they do it, the ones who make love without love? Beautiful as dancers, gliding over each other like ice-skaters over the ice, fingers hooked inside each other's bodies, faces red as steak, wine, wet as the children at birth whose mothers are going to give them away. How do they come to the come to the come to the God come to the still waters, and not love the one who came there with them, light rising slowly as steam off their joined skin? These are the true religious, the purists, the pros, the ones who will not accept a false Messiah, love the priest instead of the God. They do not mistake the lover for their own pleasure, they are like great runners: they know they are alone with the road surface, the cold, the wind, the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio- vascular health--just factors, like the partner in the bed, and not the truth, which is the single body alone in the universe against its own best time. Some thoughts on violence tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.1861 2007-03-10T20:37:26Z 2007-03-10T20:44:05Z

I had this dream about a month ago, but was hesitant to post it for whatever reason. But now that I've become dry with dreams I figured I might as well....

I had this dream about a month ago, but was hesitant to post it for whatever reason. But now that I've become dry with dreams I figured I might as well. I was in some kind of really elaborate school (not surprisingly, fancy schools have become a new theme this year). It reminded me of a hotel almost; it had escalators and large lobbies. I walked around the hallways while classes went on around me. Out of nowhere a group of guys bursted out of one one the rooms. They were chasing around a young black girl. She was probably around my age, a college student. I didn't know why, but the the mob of about 20 guys began to beat her. It wasn't a terrible gruesome scene, there was no blood or anything, but it was scary as she disapeared into the mob. I freaked out and called the police. I remember speaking to them and soon heard sirens. I saw the lights flashing outside the curtained windows of the hallway. I didn't stay long enough to see the girl being rescued though. I soon left and was with a friend of mine. We went on a tour of this amazing school which reminded me of an IKEA, as there were very fancy little enclaves scattered around. They were of kitchens and dinning rooms. Many of the kitchens had amazing looking little pastries and I walked around I kept contemplating whether or not to steal one. I don't think I did. I later found myself outside the building with some of my friends from the QC baseball team. At this point I realized that this amazing school was actually our school. The scene outside was beautiful. It was summer and the sun was setting so the sky was orange and purple. The scene was almost too perfect, like a painting. Interstingly, the loveliness of the sky and sidewalk I was on began to fade when the Science Building hit the skyline. At that point I could see grass and students walking up the concrete ramp. Reality seemed to start at the other end of the block. This dream stayed in my mind for a while. It's a little disconcerting if we understand that each character in our dreams is a part of ourselves. The beginning of it was pretty scary, though I don't consciously feel like I'm being oppressed by anything or that it may be me doing any oppressing in waking life. What this dream also made me realize is that I rarely have violent dreams. I have read the dreams of others and recently some comments on Mr. Thompson's page (see "Death Dreams") and violence seems to pop up every once in while. This is the first dream I can remember where someone is getting physically hurt at the hands of another, which is why, perhaps, I was hesitant to post it at first. I wonder what that means. The anxiety of violent dreams probably doesn't have to do with the phsyciality, but with the emotions attached to it. Perhaps I'm usually confortable enough expressing feelings of anger in waking life to make its appearence in my unconscious an anomoly. Somehow this doesn't seem completely accurate though. Driving Dream tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.1860 2007-03-10T19:55:54Z 2007-03-10T20:06:45Z

I was driving around Queens and decided to go to the city. I got on a the ramp to one of the highways but it seemed really unfamilar. I kept on driving but I soon realized that I was going...

I was driving around Queens and decided to go to the city. I got on a the ramp to one of the highways but it seemed really unfamilar. I kept on driving but I soon realized that I was going in the opposite direction than I wanted to. While I was driving I had the feeling that I would get into an accident soon. I eventually turned the car around. I started going in what I thought was the right direction, but it wasn't. I started to get very frustrated. I kept driving along what seemed like a bridge and all of a sudden I saw up ahead that the road had morphed into a loop like the track or a roller coaster or Hotwheels set. I was about the make the loop when I woke up. This dream doesn't really come as a surprise as I've always been scared to drive into Manhattan so I never have. That, and I have anxiety that I'm going west when I should be going east or south when north when I get on a highway. I rarley discuss my vehicular/navigational inabilities in waking life (I don't like giving people the sense that I'm a bad driver which I am not!). At least I can get out my fears in my dreams. At least I know I won't judge myself lol. Reflections on Exam 1 tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/014//57.1859 2007-03-10T19:39:46Z 2007-03-10T19:49:37Z

The first sample test we took was not as difficult as I thought it would be. I'm definately not saying it was easy, but to take Professor's words, it was "doable." I didn't really study for the first sample test, but when I took it I found that I remembered more of the information from all the survey courses i had taken than expected. This was a very nice surprise and I'm sure others felt the same way. Right now it's just a matter of consistent reviewing and familarizing with the actual works of the period and its themes in order to do better. In this manner, the study guides are really useful. It seems that the key for answering the questions is getting down and spelling out each detail that stands out as indicative of the author or period, no matter how obvious they may seem to us as first. When taken all together it will [hopefully] amount to a substantive answer. What was also really good about the sample test was how it allowed us to get a better sense of the time alloted for that part of the exam. Two hours is a really good amount of time. I can see us doing a really thoughtful, thorough job. If anyone wants to get together to study let me know!