Catching up

Although I have not blogged as much lately, I have been reading "The Brothers Karamazov" and have marked the pages that had a passage that interested me. The first page that I have marked is 95. Something that I found interesting on this page is that Grigory is described as being such a great husband who "had only beaten Marfa but once, and then only slightly". This just makes me think about how much times have changed since the 1800's. These days any husband who has beaten his husband no matter how slightly it was could be sent to jail. I wonder what kind of trouble men who had beaten their wives more thoroughly would have gotten into in those days. Was spousal abuse a punishable crime, or was it just never talked about much? www.pacwcbt.pitt.edu has some interesting facts about spousal abuse in America. In the early 1500's early settlers based their laws on an Old-English common-law that explicitly permits wife-beating for correctional purposes. The states tried to break away from that law by saying that the husband is only allowed to whip his wife with a switch no bigger than his thumb. In 1824 Mississippi’s Supreme Court allows a husband to administer “moderate
chastisement in case of emergencies”. Finally in 1882 Maryland is the first state to make wife beating a crime. Looking at all of this information on spousal abuse in America, maybe Grigory was one of the better husbands! All I can say is thank goodness we live in the present day ladies!

The Tragic Sence of Life

My bad day happened just about two years ago. Many know that with the end of most relationships comes depression and in this case one of the worst days I had ever had. The story I am about to share is personal, but I will share it for the purpose of the class. It was Easter weekend and I had just gotten back from my Spring Break trip. My boyfriend at the time, Beau, that I would consider my first love was happy that I had gotten back and wanted me to spend the night at his house. His brother and him were going to have a birthday party for their friend that night and there was going to be a lot of people there and a generous supply of alcohol. I had to work at the 8 o'clock Easter Service at church the next morning, but agreed to spend the night as long as I could go to bed at a semi decent hour. At first the party was a lot of fun, and I was able to see Beau and a lot of my friends that I hadn't seen in a while. Soon, Beau was getting pretty drunk and I was ready for bed. I went upstairs to fall asleep and Beau promised he would come to bed soon. At six in the morning, when it was time for me to get up, he was not in bed yet. At least not in bed with me. I went downstairs where people were still partying. I asked one of them if he knew where my boyfriend was. He told me that my boyfriend had fallen asleep in his roommate's room. A bit perturbed, I went in the room to tell him that I was leaving for work. Instead of finding him in the bed alone, he was naked with another girl in the bed. I was so angry that I went up to him and slapped him. He immediately woke up wondering what was wrong. We yelled at each other and then I yelled at the girl a bit before going to my car to leave. Unfortunately, someone had parked behind me and had left with someone else so I was unable to leave. I went back inside to call my mom to pick me up. After I told her directions, I sat on the stairs and waited for her to come and get me. Meanwhile my now ex-boyfriend's friends were mad at me because I punched Beau. They were shouting things at me such as "Lena, how is your relationship going right now?" and other things of that sort. After a while my mother called and said she couldn't find the house so I went outside to stand on the street so she could see me. Soon she told me she was still a ways away so I went tried to go back inside, but one of his friends had locked me out. We all know how cold it is still in Montana in April and I was wearing the shorts and t shirt that I had slept in. Freezing, I knocked on the door until Beau's brother let me in. I sat on the stairs until my mom finally got there while Beau was still in the bedroom with that girl. By the time I got home I hardly had time to get ready for church. That afternoon I went back to the house to get my car and noticed that one of my tires was flat. Then I had to put up with Beau telling me over and over how sorry he was when I didn't want to talk to him at all. There are other details, but this is the majority of it.

Reading Sparknotes is like....

Reading the Sparknotes on the Brothers Karamazov is like having ugly fake flowers in your wedding bouquet rather than beautiful real flowers that are in full bloom.

The Brothers Karamazov

I am slowly struggling my way through this book, but the farther I get into it, the more I enjoy reading it. I am beginning to get a feel on the different characters and at the time being Alyosha still remains the hero. He is the one kind and caring character in the Karamazov family. His job is to keep stability when need be in the heated discussion of his family members and friends. Although this is true, Alyosha is not my favorite character. As strange as it sounds I actually enjoy reading the words and actions of Fyodor Pavlovich. In my opinion he is the most interesting character in the book. Everything he says is so completely out there and I just can not get enough of him.

Sonnet

You in your little neon suit
Your eyes had seen me 'cross the room
My heart though taken thought you cute
Our paths would cross again so soon

Then 'round the fire we met again
Your smile was warmer than the flame
A different flame had sparked just then
Two hearts feeling about the same

And now with love I write this rhyme
Entranced by everything you do
I am so blessed that you are mine
These things I tell you now are true

So wish I may you'll always be
Part of my life, right beside me

Found Poetry

I sat down to write a found poem out of my physics book, and then looked at the mouse pad to the computer I had began working at. I thought this poem was more interesting to use.
Bozeman business,
Bozeman discussion
Movie, restaurant, home game
Bozeman Bozeman
Ice pass to Races
Four listing calendar
Weekly Mall guide
Bozeman Bozeman
Free Job!
Move to Bozeman

Sonnets

I googled the definition of a sonnet and even looked up some examples, but I am still confused on how to write one. I understand that a sonnet has fourteen lines, and follows iambic pentameter, or has the same amount of syllables per line. I do not understand the ababcdcdefefgg rhyming scheme however. I think we should discuss this in class today so that we have a little bit more of an understanding on what to write to the one that we adore. Does anybody else understand this?