QUOTE OF THE DAY #2

"You've got to have a problem that you want to solve;
a wrong that you want to right."
-Steve Jobs

Netvibes DASHBOARD

I am a person of habit when it comes to organizing what i do. I like agendas hand writing what i have to do and by when. This Netvibes dashboard is going to be a challenge, but i will try it out. I really like that it has the weather and the daily news available for me. I tried adding my blog and the course blog, but for some reason was unable to. This is too overwhelming for me. I am definitely going to need assistance on this.

CANTERBURY TALES (I),

I understood the prologue to be a long description of each character. The discussion in class and with other peers on my own time has helped me understood the idea of the prologue much better. Though i am going to have to do some reviewing in the book for further details I think I got a good grip on it now. I would like to know if the tales came from Chaucer’s own experience or from people during that time or maybe even both. What I got out of our conversation today in class was that the characters are so unique, all of different ages, personas, from diff. environments, and social classes. One thing unites them and that is the pilgrimage. The prologue also allows the author to test our expectations for other people, to really think twice about how we think someone should act if they have a certain title. The popular technique in the prologue is Irony for the same reason that the reader has certain expectations of someone and is humorously deceived. I would like to read the story of the Nun because she seems so sassy and not nun material. I feel like she would be entertaining to hear about. She has an edgy personality that could easily start conversations going. 

CHARACTER STUDY (I)

       I felt the salty sweat dripping down the neck and back of my owner. I had dried up, had been tainted with scars from the hard work at the lab. I have been with my owner for as long as he was in the womb. It was time to leave the owner now, but I did not want to. He could not do without me and I didn’t want him to loose me. He took me on a long journey to hospitals all over California. He would often look down at me with teary eyes and hold me against his face. Our first stop was at the UCLA Medical Center. I had a couple test done on me. To nobody’s surprise the test required more test to be done. Stanford’s Medical Center proceeded. He put me in his pockets as he carried himself weakly. I could feel the cool breeze even through his warm Calvin Klein jacket pockets. I brushed his hair and bearded face when he became nervous. I could not shake away the fact that everything I had done; caressed his loved ones, fed him, bathed him, and worked for him will all be gone when I was gone. There had got to be a way to save my owner. The chemicals burned and irritated me more and more each day. I knew my time was limited and I had to do something quick. I grabbed the suitcases for my owner, I was now sweaty and clammy. I needed a wash, but there was no time for that! I got wiped on my owner’s jeans and squirted with hand sanitizer. Buckled the plane seatbelt and headed to the Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, Mass. There the Doctors would decide if they would cut me off. His hands, my owner’s hands, me, his hands, cut off…