Archive for August, 2009

23
Aug
09

Between Lines (journal #1)

I was on my Hispano- American Literature class and my professor ask us to see the movie Independence Day to make an analysis so we could see that it was similar to analyzing a literary work.  Then she started to do what she called a marxist-feminist lecture of the movie.  I was very impressed to know her view of the movie, because it has so many messages between lines, that we don’t get the first time we saw it.  She began with the mission: save the planet, then who saved the planet?: the North Americans, and who directs them?: The President, and how is he?: white, straight hair, green eyes, youth, etc. Here we begin to see the stereotypes, but there’s more. The characters have certain characteristics, for example: the intelligent one is a jew, expert in computers and communication and his wife is jewish too, the one who has to do the rough work is a black man and his wife is black too, the ones who take action are men while women stay at home taking care of the childs or the old ones.  There’s a lot of stereotypes in this movie about race and gender and is very impressive to know that I saw so much times and never get this perspective that my professor showed.

21
Aug
09

Fate (first draft remembered event)

“I seldom end up where I wanted to go,but almost always end up where I need to be.” -Douglas Adams

Some people say fate plays dirty, but maybe its because we refuse to see it signals. I think that’s what happened to me.  Everything occurred during my first year of college at Rio Piedras UPR. It was a sunny Saturday and I was in my apartment getting ready and waiting for my boyfriend.  I was very excited because I hadn’t seen my family in almost a month and my boyfriend was going to take me to Mayaguez to see them.  My mother told me she was going to make lasagna and I could almost smell the melted cheese and the “tostones” with garlic. Continue reading ‘Fate (first draft remembered event)’

13
Aug
09

Me as a writer

The first time I wrote something I received a very hard: “hey, don’t do that”. I think it was because I was writing on the wall.  Anyway, the first time that I actually wrote something was when I was 4 and I wrote my name on a mother’s day card.  Then when I was like 9 or 10 I began to write some short stories because I had the faith that one day I will send them to the program “Mi guión en Discovery Kids”.  I remember one of the stories, it was about tow boys that found a strange board game in their grandfather’s stuff, but when they began to play, everything went dark and they traveled through time. Continue reading ‘Me as a writer’

13
Aug
09

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