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Wednesday, 05 March 2008

  • Heheh

    So I was outside in the snow at night the other day trying to take pictures with my fathers fancy new camera. And even though it's supposed to be extremely customizable and stuff, I couldn't figure out how to make it take pictures, at night, with the flash off, and have the shutter be open for less than 3 seconds.

    So I ended up using the flash which just ended up getting me pictures of snow falling 3 feet away. Out of focus snow at that.

    Also, trying to take apart and fix broken headphones seems like a lost cause to most people.

    Also the chair at my computer is broken so I have to sit like 18 inches off the ground. It's really odd to be looking up at the computer screen and be almost eye level with the keyboard. What's more awkward? Typing.

    Oh geez I have stuff to do.

    Garrett

    PS I totally thought that a guy sang this song until I looked it up. (Don't judge me)

Monday, 03 March 2008

  • Anyways...

    This page stopped being abandoned because I'm too lazy to delete this account.

    I wonder if the password is still in here...

    In any case, I'm back to the world of teh intra-web.

    Bring on the parades.

    of doom.

Friday, 21 December 2007

  • This is just to trip the plaigarism.

    Garrett Blackwood
    Holloway
    English III IB - 1
    21 December 2007

    The Effect of the Setting of a Small Town on the Characters in the Towns of Grasse in Perfume and the setting of Chronicle of a Death Foretold

     

                Small towns are notorious for several things; unruly quick spreading rumors, everyone knowing each other by name, the ability to pick out an outsider easily, outward complete trust in one another, a close knit homogeneous society that never locks their doors, and long passed horrific events no one dares speak of lest they run the risk of being excluded from the society they desperately cling to. Both of these novels have several examples of these qualities in their respective small towns. These characteristics greatly shape the course of action the inhabitants of the towns of Grasse and the setting of Chronicle of a Death Foretold. The way the characters interact socially, act physically, and react to news happens to have quite an effect on the way the story is conveyed.

     

    The citizens of the town of Grasse live in a town that clings in a manner that can never be described as gracefully above a stinking valley reeking with the most astounding scents that could ever be cultivated by humans. Rumor in this town about a mass murderer targeting beautiful young women quickly sends the entire population into a panic starting when “the naked body of a fifteen-year-old girl was found in a rose field” (Suskind 194) and after the second murder “the news spread like wildfire” (Suskind 196). Bars are hastily added to windows. Girls are hastily shipped off to live with relatives in far away villages. Wealthy merchants are both thrilled and frightened for the lives of their daughters. This state of panic increased until “the least rumor caused mob scenes” (Suskind 197). All this ruckus simply caused by a handful of unsolved deaths and a half true rumor. Had this been a big city of this time period, perhaps no one would have cared. Perhaps people would have gone about their daily lives passing corpses lining the streets. Indeed once the main assumption of the rumor, “that the girls had been ravished” (Suskind 197), turns out to be false, the population is sent into further panic as the motive becomes no longer known. All this panic was caused by a rumor in a small town, where rumor is law. Once they got the bishop to excommunicate the monster, the murders seemed to cease and move to Grenoble. The rumor started panic could only be silenced by another rumor. This small society ties people together in such a strong way that when the evidence of the murders were put forth on pikes “hundreds of people filed by the macabre gallery” (Suskind 226) and then they all demand to see this murderer. Eventually the story started to move by it’s own means. The prisoner in his cell was rather boring, so the people made up details about him in order to be able to perceive him as a murderer, “the etcher printed up several hundred copies of the sketch he had made of the murderer in prison—touched up a bit from his own imagination” (Suskind 230). Throughout Grenouille’s imprisonment the parade grounds of this town were being set up for his execution. Social events in a small town are so uncommon that it was not a surprise that the parade ground would be open. This was the biggest event of the year for the people of Grasse. The parade grounds were prepared with seating for ten thousand people, more than enough for the entire population of the town. After the utter failure of the execution of Grenouille the twon seems to agree never to speak of the incident again. They find a scapegoat to punish and they forget about it, “forgotten it so totally that travelers who passed through in the days that followed and casually inquired about Grasses’ infamous murder of young maidens found not a single sane person who could give them any information” (Suskind 247).

     

    The citizens in the town Chronicle of a Death Foretold live in a town clinging to a river in Columbia. Although the culture is radically different, the principle qualities of a typical United States small town still applicably apply. The town has a rich man, a priest, who goes about his daily life in this obscure village where two twin brothers have had it decided for them to kill him. Somehow all of the citizens of the town know what is going to happen even though the plan was only developed the night before. That is how close knit this society is. Each person has their own reason for not warning the priest that he was to be killed. Rumor in small town is still not trusted as gospel truth. On the morning it was to happen, “fake customers … went in and out with the purpose of seeing whether it was true that they were waiting for Santiago Nasar to kill him” (Marquez 64). Outside the store in this town people were milling about for the sole purpose of finding out if the rumor they had heard was true. Most inhabitants simply dismissed the idea as being impossible. The mayor of the town himself had said, “’When I saw them I thought they were nothing but a pair of big bluffers” (Marquez 56). Giving their own reasons why it would be unlikely for Nasar to have had sex with Angela Vicario. Even in this small trusting society, there is still a general mistrust about the air as the story progresses. Every person has their own view of what happened on that day. In a small town setting history is quick to become legend, and legends are never quite recited accurately, “many people coincided in recalling that it was a radiant morning… but most agreed that the weather was funereal, with a cloudy, low sky” (Marquez 4). In this town the only thing that separates rumor from legend is time. However, there is no dividing line between rumor in truth here. Trying to piece together the full story of what happened that day from each person’s individual account was like “trying to put the broken mirror of memory back together from so many shattered shards” (Marquez 6).

     

    Small towns have their well deserved notoriety. They’re great places to settle down, raise a family, and be in a place where everyone knows everyone. A place of trust, and care where you never have to lock your door, this is what a small town exudes, this air of neighborly goodwill. There are always things to a small town that an outsider will never understand. Whether it be how inhabitants can instantly recognize an outsider, or the dirty terrible secrets tainting the peaceful reputation of the town. Both Patrick Suskind and Gabriel Garcia Marquez take full advantage of the mindset of the small town, and are able to weave the most plausible stories from the most outlandish of ideas.

     

    1,163


    Works Cited

    Márquez, Gabriel García. Chronicle of a Death Foretold. Trans. Gregory Rabassa. New York: Vintage Books, 1982.

    Sϋskind, Patrick. Perfume: The Story of a Murderer. Trans. John Woods. New York: Vintage International, 2001.

Sunday, 07 October 2007

Friday, 06 July 2007

  • OMG

    Sos anyways thes pasts fews weeks haves beens likes totallies metals.

    And For the next couple of week I'm working alot.
    In fact, every day that's not tuesday.

    I hate dealing with people there sometimes, but you know what, it makes it all worth it sometimes. (Note the especially ambiguous sentence there)

    Ambiguity has really been screwing me over lately. But I really enjoy it. I love how things in English can mean whatever you interpret them to mean. like take this one sentence from this movie:

    Bearded guy: "This is not a place for friends of muslims, or sons of traitors like your father"

    (If you can guess what movie that's from your awesome... or Crystal)

    Anyway, you can take that statement two ways if it is said to you. The bearded guy is either telling you to get out of town because your father is a traitor. Or he is just remarking that it's great you are not you're father since he is a son of a traitor. Get it? You can't tell if the analogy "like your father" refers to sons of traitors, or just traitors.

    Also I just went on a road trip, cause we were going to new mexico. And so I found out that my PS2, old as it is, doesn't suck in the car. Actually, revise that, it sucks just as much in the car as it does at home. So all the games and DVD's it doesn't play at home, it does not play on the road.

    So I was working on the fourth of July right? And some fireworks started because there was a Fireworks show at Firewheel mall, yeah? And it turns out they were shootin' em off not 100 yards away from the theater. So My boss is like, "Hey Garrett you can go outside for a few minutes to watch the fireworks, we got it covered in here." So that was really great, it wasn't an official break so I didn't have to clock out. I was watching fireworks and this warm feeling swept over me. I got paid to watch fireworks! That beats everyone elses fourth of july stories. Also some on fire fireworks fell out of the sky and landed (exploding) right next to this fat mexican guy in a wife-beater not one hundred feet away from me.

    Also when I went inside my ear was bleeding, that's how close the fireworks were.


    btyl
    -Garrett

    P.S. I gotta new nickname on the trek. It's Charcoal. Guess why.

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