January 12, 2015 § Leave a comment
I really enjoyed reading this
January 11, 2015 § 3 Comments
“A brinicle is a long, vertical tube of ice formed beneath the sea. It is known as the icicle of death because it destroys everything it comes in contact with. It’s so cold that it causes the surrounding seawater to freeze around it. The spreading ice kills creatures such as sea urchins and starfishes.”
I just thought it was so beautiful and deadly…
January 9, 2015 § Leave a comment
It is that time of the month again. No, not that one. That one has yet to come, to add to my already existing misery and misfortune. The end of semester two is nearing and of course there will be exams at the end of the month. And I am worried sick even though I shouldn’t be but I really want to do my best on this. I am currently taking a temporary course to raise my grades in order to attend higher education. But I keep stressing out because I don’t want to fail any of them.
I can tell because I’m picking my lips a lot and I have entered a rock phase again. I really don’t care whether I pass with flying colours or barely scrape by. I want them to be over already because my stress levels are rising and I can’t deal with them right now.
Like, is there a way of simply escaping society and all its painful responsibilities and moving somewhere hidden, deep in the forest or something? Because I’m totally in for that. If someone is willing to pay my travel costs that is…
January 2, 2015 § 1 Comment
January 2, 2015 § Leave a comment
Every day feels like a gloomy Monday morning; Endless rain pouring down from a grey sky to which there seems no end whatsoever. It feels like having to go to work very early in the morning but you only returned home at 5am from a night out and barely got any sleep. Eyelids weighing heavy, every step feels as if there are boulders attached to your feet. It tastes like that horribly nasty cheap coffee from the canteen, the taste of which lingering on the tongue for hours. It feels like being stuck in a daze for hours, everything present turning into just another routine. Waking up, having breakfast, going where you have to go, returning home, doing some more stuff then back to bed and start the whole process all over again.
I know power is in our own hands and you’re probably going, yeah…it’s up to you to fix your own shit, it’s not the day that sucks, but your own life! But my shackles still remain locked.
Another 365 days lay ahead of us. We’re on day two already. Another year. What could it possibly have in store for us?
March 15, 2014 § Leave a comment
I have one simple word to describe it:baffling
The begin was all-right,
yes, ok, being narrated by Micheal (whose age we don’t even know?)
Then they escape to the forest for completely no reason, other than to create some utopian world for them selves
start experimenting with their sexual urges and obessions,
(we still don’t know the age of any of the people)
to start some ‘revolution’,
I got it up to then, until Joy shows up. I am not even entirely sure if she existed or not.
Then the rest of the book to me, are Micheals imagination,
he getting drunk and having these memory lapses, the imaginary trial with the ‘ghost’ of Jean Jacques Rousseau
and it ends with Louis and Isobel being guillotined. The end. What. At least, that IS what I understood at the ending.
I actually felt ashamed to have read this, luckily I did not even pay much for it, but it was such a waste of my,time
Oberver: ‘Enchanting and deeply disturbing’
‘…the Republic of Trees powers towards a nightmarish and unforgettable climax’
Euhm…disturbing? Enchanting? Wait. Climax..? Can someone point out where that occurs please.
I read the short reviews at the back of the book thinking it is going to be one horrifying store.
Nope, I was not one bit disturbed or grossed out. It just left me bewildered at the end.
I think Sam Taylor can write well, his descriptions are wonderful, and the plot had potential to be something much better. What the book is lacking is detail, a little background information perhaps and a much slower build up to the climax. It went to fast in my opinion, the sudden appearance of Joy out of no where, the laws, Michaels loss of memory. Nothing is mentioned of the relationship between Alex and Louis. And what exactly Isobel was being tried for. All these confusing events heaping up on each other one after the other made no sense whatsoever.
I am sorry, but this was so terrible it became comical.
March 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
“The Fool” Խենթը is written by Raffi, (Hakob Melik Hakobian). Raffi being his pseudonym. I have read the translation by Jane S. Wingate, which has been brilliantly done to replicate and translate the exact words Raffi had chosen to write his book. This is not one of those books which you find regularly in the store which contain a happy ending, where everyone is content at the end and has everything they wish for. “The Fool” is different in that matter. It gives the reader a much more realistic view by telling the story slowly, developing the characters slowly without much of an anti-climax. It gives a near, non-fictional view of what life in Armenia was like for the people in 1877-78 prior to the war. It gives the reader an insight what the common people had to go through, the simple workers, his family and children, the soldiers, and how they all were affected by the forthcoming of the Russo-Turkish war and the closing in by the bordering countries and betrayal of their own people. Focussing on one particular good-hearted landlord and his family and their friends, to tell how they once lived in prosperity and happiness and how it was all stripped away from them slowly, bit by bit and leads to their tragic ending.
The story is not told in chronological manner. It begins with the main character, Vartan, at the start of the fierce war after leaving Old Khacho, fighting the Turks and Kurds whilst being the minority being attacked from all sides. The book starts with the proverb: “The fool rolled a stone into a pit; a hundred wise men came to the rescue but they could not draw it out. While the prudent man is considering the fool is across the river and away.”. Already a linkage to the title has been made. The reader already establishes some understanding on young Vartan’s complicated, character who is the only one out there who does not shed a tear as the men, women and children are slaughtered and their homes are burned to ashes. He looks upon the events with outrage, witnessing how the Armenians bear no resistance at all to their attackers, instead, falling to their knees and begging for mercy. One of the observants calls him ‘heartless’, but Vartan does not reply; “This people do not know how to die with honour.”. He mutters, indicating his indignation against the behaviour of his people and his disapproval of it.
This is an excellent book for someone wanting to have basic idea and understanding on the painfully hard struggle and historical context, pre Armenian Genocide, and experience what they saw and encounters through their eyes and their emotions and how strong they remained and the developing love between two innocent souls, destined to never be together. That along with the countless number of witty comments, anecdotes and proverbs which add humour to this deeply saddening novel.
March 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
It is the year 2050 and you are at the supermarket. People with digitally created shopping carts which are formed by laser lights are whizzing around using their jet packs and….okay, no. I do not foresee the future that way. Let’s start again. You are at the super market, everyone including you is on foot, there are no jet packs, just regular shopping carts which are being pushed around endlessly, bumping into people without apologizing and having to jump over them using your best athletic and martial art skills when, conveniently, two of them are blocking the isle. You get to the vegetable and fruits section. There are the apples you need to buy. Six of them packed tightly in a box, lined with see through foil. All perfectly rounded, each one identical to the rest in the same package, in fact, all the packages. Identical in colour, shape and size. You pick what you need and walk to the register which again have a long queue where you need to wait so damned long. It is 2050 for God’s sake, surely they would have fixed the problem by now.
But obnoxious customers and long waiting lines are not the issue here (yet). I am sure most of you know or have heard of GMO’s (Genetically Modified Organism), Dictionary.com states it as:
an organism or microorganism whose genetic material has been altered by means of genetic engineering.
Now, the biggest company producing GMO’s is the infamous, Monsanto. Their main profits come from providing strong (lethal) pesticides, but in order to do so and not damaged the crops, they genetically engineered more resistant seeds which could cope with these toxic amounts. I decided to visit their website on my mobile and the first lines which popped up were: “Improving agriculture” and “Improving lives” and underneath that, “Our innovations help farmers produce more food using fewer natural resources.”. The whole thing is a paradox, irony and Orwellian in one.They openly admit, propagandise themselves, saying to use fewer natural resources. Should a sentence like that not worry you? And to your previous slogans, Monsanto, you destruct the lives of consumers who consume your poison and that of the farmers. To give an example, a while back, GMO seeds were introduced in India. Of course it seemed like a wonderful idea, they would be able to plant the seeds and grow healthy plants each and every single year with out a pest break out or any damage to the crops. Great! Unfortunately, it became one huge tragedy. Hundreds of thousands of Indian farmers committed suicide. And what did drove them to that? The first year went perfectly, the crops were healthy, they sold at a good price and all was well. The seeds of the first generation were collected and ready to be grown as the second generation. The following year the seeds are planted, and to their utter most surprise…nothing grew! A huge devastation for the farmers, panicked, they contacted Monsanto who explained to them, that the seeds of the first generation are genetically made to be infertile and that you need to buy these seeds every year to grow the next harvest (at a high cost though!). This meant the end to the poor farmers, they would not be able to afford any of it and meanwhile with them having no income and no food to put on the plates of their wives, children and family, they saw no future for them and put an end to them selves.
This is utterly outraging and shocking. Naturally, Monsanto would react that it is’ Such tragedy but without evidence linking it to our poison seeds!!’. But we all know it is. It is reality, happening right under our noses and these huge, corporations can blatantly get away with it, with no shame whatsoever and continuing their destructive rampage over society, reaching out with their claws dripped in poison, ready to seize the world and gain power over the agricultural industry and the people. Because…we will not be having a choice later to what we eat, already, now in 2014, GMO seeds have been observed to be mixing with natural seeds, evidently, incriminating the superior and pure seeds causing them slowly to diminish. If we are not careful, all seeds found and grown naturally will vanish with the spreading of GMO seeds.
I am truly worried, mostly for the health of people and that of my own, without being said it is more than obvious that consuming GMO produce will have cause long term health issues later in life such as cancer and who knows what else. I, my self, try to buy produce which is not grown from genetically modified seeds, but it now near impossible to find these. As the people and inhabitants of this earth, we need to stand up and do something about this. Many have not even heard of it, an equal amount has, but does nothing about it. Though you might ask, what can we even do about it, start growing your own is a start! Already haven taken over USA and Canada, Europe will be next in their death-mission.
March 6, 2014 § Leave a comment
Don’t you just adore having those deep, flowing conversations with people sometimes…You know, the ones which start of a bit silly and lacking a real topic, but suddenly, one of the participants stumbles upon a topic out of the blue which struck their mind or was bothering them for a while already, it begins gradually, slowly hovering above the surface, and then plunges right into the deep depths and a vast pool of knowledge is opened up and the more you talk, the more questions you have, the more questions, the more answers you receive, the better your understanding becomes, the more positive and fulfilled you feel. Each person sharing their own ideas and opinions and enlightening one another.
It is such moments which makes me truly happy.