Week 14 This week we turned from the American suburbs to futuristic that is, s Paris, with Alphaville Godard We returned briefly to Metropolis Langwith its vision of a metrocosm — a city with with no apparent exterior — in which verticality dominates: The bourgeoisie live above the ground; beneath them lie the machines upon which the city depends; and beneath the machines live the workers. Here, verticality figures an oppressive class structure not unlike the glass slabs reaching into the skies of present-day financial centres.
Posted by Moira at 1: I started thinking about it last night: My friend and I were listening to Jim Croceand she mentioned that he died in a plane crash.
She must have seen the look of disdain on my face because then she quickly apologized for the statement.
See, people have been mentioning plane crashes around me a lot lately. And it's wiggin' me out since, um, I will be on a plane zooming across the Atlantic Ocean in a little over a month holy crap! Needless to say, it's a touchy subject. I started thinking about though and I wondered, really, what are my odds of dying in a plane crash?
I decided that it's more likely the latter. That ain't bad, really. The odds of dying by an accidental drowning are 1 in 1, the odds of dying from a drug overdose is 1 inand the odds of dying by "intentional self-harm" is 1 in So, really, what's a little plane crash? Posted by Moira at 6: Today at work I decided to get a conversation going by asking my coworkers if they had a favorite poem by an American poet, written afterof course that I could present for class on Thursday night.
It was a moot point since I already have an idea of which poems I'll be reading, but I figured I'd ask anyway to see if anything interesting came up.
The woman next to me said that she had always liked the poem that went "Under the spreading chestnut tree" so I googled it to see what I found and this is what I found: Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smith he sat, Amusing himself By abusing himself And catching the load in his hat.
After I found the poem, I read it and looked at her out of the corner of my eye. What kind of school did she attend, I wondered, re-reading to poem to make sure that it wasn't just a trickery of my dirty mind leading me to think holy crap this is not a poem I want to read for class.
Finally I couldn't take it. Was this a sick joke played by an older woman on an unsuspecting younger one?
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And sure enough, all the early reviewers are likening your book to hers. And sure enough, all the early reviewers are likening your book to hers. The Machine Stops by E.M. Forster. and wholly remarkable tale of coming-of-age in a South poisoned by virulent prejudice, it views a world of great beauty and savage inequities through the eyes of a young girl, as her father—a crusading local lawyer—risks everything to defend a black man unjustly accused of a terrible crime.