Blog post #17 Week of May 29th

Pages read as of May 29th: 94-124 pg

   Love is a very strong word that I feel is used way to freely. I honestly don't believe that Julia loves winston. I don't believe that Winston loves Julia. I think that they both just crave human interaction and sex. How can you love someone that you have barely said two words to. How can you love someone that hate and wanted to bash their skull in? Honestly I don't fully trust Julia I feel like there is something she is hiding. She may be a spy or something of that sort. It kinda bothered me that Winston went with her so willingly to the field.  I know that he never said that he loved her back but it just boggles my mind that she "loves" him. Like dude he's a complete stranger.
   At one point Julia asked winston what he thought of her before she gave him the note and he said "I hated the sight of you, he said. 'I wanted to rape you and then murder you afterwards. Two weeks ago I thought seriously of smashing your head in with cobblestone." Like what changed his mind? A simple note that wrote I love you. Wow. That quote actually made me sick. I don't understand Winston at all. I've come to the conclusion that Winston went with Julia for one reason and one reason only. That reason was sex.

Blog post #16 Week of May 11th

Pages read as of May 15th- 67-94

As I read this weeks portion of the book I tried to figure out why the old man could only remember useless things about the past but not the important things, the things that would answer questions about the past and determine the future. I thought maybe he blocked that part out of his memory because it was to traumatic to think about a time when he was "free".  I thought maybe he was trained and brain washed to forget the memories that would answer questions. But then I came to the conclusion that it was just old age. I've seen first hand what old age can do to you're memory. It can alter you're memories, it can make up memories that never even happened. So what if he can't remember all the important things because he is just old. My final conclusion was that he didn't want to remember the pain of his past but at the same time he was having trouble remembering a time when he was actually "free". Memory is an extremely important thing, once you loose that you have lost all of the lessons you have learned, all the pain you have endured, all the joy you have felt, and all of the love you received. After you have lost you're memory what do you have left to live for?

Blog Post # 15 The Week of May 4th (may the 4th be with you)

Pages read as of May 7th- 29-67

I would like to think that I much like Winston think and rebel against the general public's ideas and beliefs. But I feel like in reality my thoughts aren't actually that original form everyone else. I mean yes I question things that are happening around me but doesn't everyone question something? That's just basic human nature. As I read this chunk 1984 I wondered if Winston was the only one that questions the party and Big Brother. I wondered If he was the only one that didn't agree with the way the world is. If questioning you're surroundings is basic human nature then why isn't anyone else around Winston questioning Big Brother and The Party?  As I thought of this I came to the conclusion that maybe the people around him have just lost all of their humanity. Maybe they don't question because they are so brainwashed and oppressed that questioning their surroundings doesn't even pop in their brains anymore. That made me really think about what happens to your way of thinking after you have lost all your humanity and control over your own thoughts and feelings. I would like to think that I would be a lot like Winston If I was a character in 1984. I would like to think I would be against the Party and Big Brother. But sadly I think I would be like everyone around him. I think that after I lost my humanity I would just give in and follow everyone else. Without humanity what are you? Nothing, you're nothing with out you're humanity.

Blog Post #14 Week of April 27th

Pages read as of April 29th 3-27


    I've come to scary conclusion that we in some ways are living in the same world that Winston is living in, and it is frightening. As soon as I started reading 1984 I felt a weird connection to our world. The way that they are listened to threw there phones and watched threw there TV's is what the government does now. It's just so weird and freaky that the author predicted in a fictional book what the government would be doing in the future. There was a point in chapter one that reminded me of the reality show "Big Brother" (ironically enough) were Winston was talking about how during the two minutes of hate he  kinda of idolizes Big Brother because he is so brainwashed in the moment. It reminded me of the reality show because I personally HATE reality shows but for some odd reason I am drawn to that show and I can't turn it off.
   After reading the first chapter I have a few questions running through my head:
Why do they use Goldstein during the two minutes of hate? If he is truly despised that much why give him that satisfaction that people are paying attention to him?
What does "the party" actually do? What or where are Eurasia and Eastasia?
And who is watching everyone all the time for big brother? Or is he really watching everyone by himself?
   Thanks to this book I question our lovely (sarcasm) government even more than I already did and wonder if one day our world will be one much like where Winston lives.

Blog # 13

         I feel as though the ending to the HandMaid's Tale was anti-climatic. I thought the ending would have been more epic; and honestly it was disappointing. Atwood left us hanging. She didn't explain where they were taking Offred or what they were going to do with her.I hate it when books leave you guessing. Like thats not cool man. Everything in this book could happen in real life and thats really terrifying. I was thinking about how at this very moment the government could freeze every woman in America's bank account and fire us from our jobs. The government controls a lot of our lives and at any given moment they could take over; thats really scary. I wouldn't be able to function in a world like that. It would be a huge risk for me to have kids; both for me and the child. I would be   deemed useless immediately. 

        I kind of understand what Atwood was trying to do by writing the historical notes at the end of the book. I think she wanted to reader to know that Offred made a difference and that no one forgot about the world in which Offred had to endure. I think that the tapes that were found were not diary entrees but she was forced to talk about her experiences and they recorded her. I feel like Atwood was trying to show how Offred helped people understand what it was like to be a HandMaid; what it was like to live in a world like she lived in. Atwood wrote this section to show how strong Offred was and how she helped shape the future.

May the dead rest in peace (blog #12)

     Today was a very bleak day. Three women where hung for their unspecified crimes.The first women was called Ofcharles . She is was an petite , only about 5 feet tall caucasian women; with a very pale complexion. She has a small black mole near her upper her lip, her lips were average size. She had bright blue eyes with very long eyelashes with wavy blond hair. The second women looked to be of Latino decent; she had big brown eyes with a small but visible scar near her left eye. Her hair was dark and very curly. Her lips were quite large. She had a very small nose with a small scar near her left nostril(she might have once had a nose ring). The third woman was also caucasian with brown freckles all over her face; but mostly along her nose and cheeks. She had wide green eyes, a small nose, and pin straight red hair (probably Irish). Her lips were very thin and pale. She was also petite; she looked as though she wasn't even five feet tall. All of these women looked to be around the age range of 25-30 years old. The Irish looking girl seemed to be the youngest. It's so sad that we live in this horrible world where women are hung publicly. I offer my condolences to the family members of theses women. I can't image your pain and grief right now. Please keep all of the women here in your thoughts and prayers.
 

Two diffrent sides of the same story (blog #11)

      As I rolled down the smooth parking lot I saw him come into my view. At last I would meet my hero and inspiration Austin Carlile. He looked at me in utter disgust. Nausea washed over me; how can my hero look at me like I'm some kind of disease? Never the less I went to hug him and he backed away from me. Is there something wrong with me I thought. I tried striking a conversation but he would only reply with one worded answers; after a while we just sat in silence for what seemed like hours. He would never look me in the eye he wouldn't even look in my direction. It was horrible. I left and saw him preform. He walked right by me after his set. How can this man I've looked up to for inspiration be so cruel towards me? He no longer is my hero. If he was on fire in the middle of the road I wouldn't even spit on him to put it out.
    That's not what happen. This is how it went down; as I rolled down the smooth parking lot I saw him come into my view. At last I would meet my hero and inspiration Austin Carlile. He looked at me with loving eyes, eyes I could stare into for hours at a time. He got up and hugged me right away. We laughed and talked for what seemed like hours. The whole time he was only looking at me, no one else. When it came time to leave I hugged him once more. His hugs felt so warm and loving. He later caught up with me after his set and promised me we would meet again at a show. He lived up to my expectations. He truly is my hero and inspiration.