The DaVinci Code holds a lot of symoblism about the sacred feminine and old pagan beliefs, also christianity and its history.
Secret societies, a sacred secret, four murders and only two people who can uncover the truth (though the police will be more of a hinderence than a help).

I like the writing style and all the cliff hangars and all the research he would have had to do in order to write this and have it make slight amounts of sense.
I relize I just said "I". A few times. But "the author" has a headache and would like a quick nap before bedtime.

Maybe tomorrow will be better

rawr

Well I'm still going slowly on the math, mostly because I dont like it, partly because I cant learn to do math by reading about it. Horray for A.D.D (yes, thats "horray" with two Rs.)
I'm still working on davinci code. But its got a lot of french. I dont speak french. But you know as well as anyone that I need to know what something means and how its pronounced and spelled. I also dont know too much about french culture so I have to get it all from the context. I didnt have a good night last night (sleepwise) but I'll try to get a lot done today.


part two
Ahem*
Its not like I completely ignored doing my work. I knew I had to do it and I *was* planning on it. I was going to read and do math, etc. I tried to do the math on friday because I knew I probably wouldnt want to do it over the weekend. Weekend = no math.
Every time I was about to sit down and read something would happen. Someone would call, Jake would start whining at me, Id fall asleep. Things you do over the weekend. You know how time gets away from you, thats why mondays are always so stressful to everyone. Cause you realize that all the things you planned on doing on saturday are still in the inbox and someone wants something out of you while you were just trying to have a peaceful two days.

Salem..

The Crucible: A shortened version.

Minister: My daughter is sick!
Doctor: I've never seen this illness before, sir.
Farmers: Our daughter is sick too!
Girl #1: Hey, we were dancing in the woods a while ago, maybe she caught something out there.
Minister: Dancing? Dancing with my Islander slave? You must have been calling on the devil!
Girl #1: No sir, we were just dancing.
Minister: I'll whip you until you tell me what you were really doing!
Girl# 1: It wasn't me that was calling on the devil, it was the others!
*Names the others*

*Others are brought in for questioning*

Minister: You called evil spirits around our children?
Famers: Our little girl is sick because of you!
Slave: I didn't call the devil on them, I loves the girls!
*whack*
Slave: I love God, I haven't done anything!
*whack*
Slave: Okay, it was me! I saw the devil and he has others with him!
Minister: What others? You must tell their names!
Slave: *casts her mind around* I saw (these people) with the devil!
Another girl: Yah! And I saw (my lover's wife) with the devil!
Yet another girl: I saw (someone I dont like) with the devil!

How paranoid can you get? As soon as someone was accused of withcraft it was impossible for their name to be cleared. A woman was a witch because she muttered under her breath, probably at "those damkn kids". Another because she stayed home from church to look after her children. Nothing drives a community against each other more than fear. Fear of the devil. Fear of one another.
And since the real culprit could neither be seen nor heard or even sensed, there was no way to be sure who was a friend and who wasn't.
All you get from being scared and irrational is more fear and less sense. Now all you have are girls trying to pin the blame on anyone but themselves. Especially if they don't like someone. Like when you were a kid there was always this one grumpy old lady who didn't like anyone. She never talked to anyone, just sat on her porch and glared at all the kids having fun. You probably thought she was a witch. Mind, you didn't have her hanged, but you probably told stories about her or threw rocks at her windows, running away before she could put a jinx on you.
Villagers can be so childish sometimes.

Tooma

Its the story of a kindergarden teacher, an aspiring psychologist, an obsessive chef with a fondness for weird pet-names, and the world they are about to bring a baby into.
Goerge can only stand by and watch as his best friend and roommate Nina gets more and more distant from Howard, the father of her child. He can't help but feel sorry for the man who can't help but love Nina so much that its on the verge of creepy. Meanwhile, George finds himself getting somehow involved with everyone's relationships, its like a soap opera with better lighting.
Suddenly the world is falling apart. Nina and Howard have gone their seperate ways (which, in the case of howard, is straight into the arms of Melissa, George's coworker), Joley, and ex-lover of George's is suddenly interested in him again, a custody-war between his student's parents leaves him without a job and to top it all off, Nina has changed a lot in the past few months. It's almost to where they can't stand being together.

To Have and Have Not

In order to decide if slavery still exists, first one needs to define "slave".
If it is decided that slavery is to own another person the way one owns a dog, then no, there is no slavery, only bondage.
But if you define slavery as working a person in harsh conditions for very little pay and not letting them leave your employment, then we have a problem. It is well known that lots of people come to America with hopes and dreams of a bigger and better life. What's probably not so well known (or at least not as much talked about) is what really happens to those hundreds of people who find themselves working for someone on farms, in factories or out on the streets.
Maybe they owe this person something. Maybe their boss has threatened them with deportation if they leave to find a better job. Whatever the reason, these immigrants, runaways, what have you, are trapped in a viscious cycle. Putting their health, even their lives in danger just to make enough money for food and a roof over their heads (and maybe their coke habit, but that's a whole-nother issue).
In that way, slavery is still running strong in the Land of the Free. Ironic, huh?

One hundred years of August

The Piano Lesson takes us into the life of a family whose history has climbed out of slavery to live in a Pittsburgh apartment with an heirloom that has altered and even ended lives since it was made. A wooden piano initially made for the family's plantation owner's wife holds generations of family history carved into it.
Finally it is the nineteen thirties and people can stop dying for this piano.

The play takes us into the life of Boy-Willy, a southern man looking to buy some land to start a farm of his own and his friend Lyman. The two farmers drive up to Pittsburgh to see about selling this piano for the money to have something their families have wanted for so long. A hundred acres of farmland all for themselves.
Boy Willy is not initailly welcome into his sister's house, especially when she finds out he wants to get rid of the piano that has claimed the lives of so many.
Its a long struggle between memories of generations past and the prospect of a new life. A conflict of prioities, bringing out painful pasts and new beginnings.
Hearts were broken, lives were ruined, rebuilt, ended. All to the tune of old ragtime blues played to the tune of the past fifty years.

As stated many times before, I will be doing my production project this year at the same pace as my class goes. It makes no sense to try to do the lighting on my final exam before we go over lighting in class. Thats why Im working on buuuilding the model for my stage now, so when we get to the next part of class i can do the rest of my project. It makes sense that exams are testing what we've learned. So I'll do it as I learn. Yesterday I watched the filmed version of my scenes and altered the set accordingly. I also took note of the props needed for my scenes and the lighting for parts of the scenes

I love it when the little guy wins.

So as it turns out, while ulcers may be a cause of much stress, it isnt cause *by* stress at all. In fact, ulcers are caused by microscopic bacteria called Helicobacter... sumpmsumpm.
This helio stuff was first discovered by Dr Barry Marshall in Australia after he drank a culture of the bacteria because... he REALLY wanted to prove that it was indeed the bacteria that caused some of the gasteric pains that could lead to ulcers and even stomach cancer.
Needless to say, this "mad scientist" of sorts didn't continue to test on himself, few doses of antibiotic and he was back in conferences in no time. Also needlessly said is that doctors weren't too keen to believe in this bacteria theory. Everybody knew ulcers were a prime example of the effect mental stress has on the physical body.
...Or not.
Now all those doubting doctors are watching that stupid kid and his bacteria win the Nobel Prize.
*points and laughs*

*yawn*

A meme is a fascinating little mind-game.
Infectious like a flu of the subconscious mind. A meme can be anything. A jingle you overheard on a tv comercial thats been stuck in your head all week, watching someone yawn, Chain letters that infest your email like 21st century Tribbles.
Anything that attatches itself to your brain and spreads to other people could be a meme. I've started one just now, I bet you yawned when you read the first paragraph. And whoever saw you yawn probably yawned themselves. And all this talking about yawning is probably making you yawn again. I myself am yawning just typing it.
History is another example of a meme. Fairy tales from hundreds of years ago, lullabies your mom sang you that her mom sang to her and you will sing to your children, family recipies, anything that is passed from person to person, generation to generation to be kept alive in the minds of humans. I'd tell you why, but (*yawn*) I'm not even quite sure myself.