<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462</id><updated>2011-11-03T09:50:02.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos, Toil...Hamlet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-5614447584204920742</id><published>2008-03-09T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:41:33.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deconstruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I began this deconstruction assignment questioning my mom. She answered the first one and said, "Why are you aking me these questions?" I told her and decided not to ask her anymore. Today, my uncle came over and so i decided to ask him a few. I said "What is anger?" He replied saying, "when you get really mad." Then i said, "how do you know when your mad?" He said, "once your face turns red." I asked him, "how do you know when something is red?" He said, "I know my colors." I then asked him "what are colors?" He was stumped on this question and said, "different shades of things you see." I decided that was enough questioning and told him what all that was for. He said to me, "I feel like I've been deconstructed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-5614447584204920742?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/5614447584204920742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=5614447584204920742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/5614447584204920742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/5614447584204920742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/03/deconstruction.html' title='Deconstruction'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-120128699082958756</id><published>2008-03-04T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:54:49.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superpositioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Superpositioning&lt;/span&gt;, at first sounded like an interesting theory and i was curious to know what it meant. After further review of watching two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; videos, i disagree with this position. Superposition &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quanta mechanics&lt;/span&gt; was defined as "particles that can be in two or more positions at once." Also it was said that the "material worlds around us...are nothing but impossible movements of consciosness." And that we chose to bring our experience to manifestation. With the example of the basketball bouncing, the little boy said that, "charges build up, but it never touches the ground." The boy said, "nobody touches nothing." How can that be? If nobody touches nothing, then how do things get dirty? Shouldn't the charges build up enough, to compel the touch of everything then? This whole superpositioning idea is all about relativity. If i believe that nothing touches anything then that is what is true for me. Also, this theory says that we can create our own reality. If i think that a huge tub of candy is behind me, then it is. Up until  the point when i turn around and find out there is only a wall there. I don't agree with this position and think that it is unbiblical. People are creating their own thoughts which are not true. The lady in the video says, "How can people sin with such a greatness of mind?" Everyone is a sinner and therefore, superpositioning i believe is a false theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-120128699082958756?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/120128699082958756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=120128699082958756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/120128699082958756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/120128699082958756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/03/superpositioning.html' title='Superpositioning'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-390244803496552906</id><published>2008-02-14T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:14:04.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>storytelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think that there should be a slim amount of distance between a storyteller and the story told. In media today people are given a certain role to play as characters. They have the choice whether to accept or reject the role available. Many people would accept just because of the money that is involved, not their belief in what is right or wrong. An example of this could be used with the Simpsons. I personally don't watch this show much, but from the glimpses i have seen, it seems to be very disrespectful and blasphemous towards God. The voices of the characters I believe would not agree to play a certain part unless they have no problem and agree in what they are saying. I would not try out for a tv show character part if I didn't agree with the characters lines that they speak. I would never go on television cussing and drinking unless my personal values believed that there was nothing wrong with doing that. Also, if a parent reads a story to their child, usually they would not read a horrific book, unless they believe that it is fine to expose a child to evil. So therefore, I think that a person's values should be reflected in the character role or story they are portraying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-390244803496552906?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/390244803496552906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=390244803496552906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/390244803496552906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/390244803496552906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/02/storytelling.html' title='storytelling'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-2323452402886428366</id><published>2008-02-12T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:06:53.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescence II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPsQ1p_zyNE/R7H8Ii9mfeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ar_cq-qhV5Y/s1600-h/light_through_bathroom_door-750x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166187471325003234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPsQ1p_zyNE/R7H8Ii9mfeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ar_cq-qhV5Y/s200/light_through_bathroom_door-750x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As the girl is in the bathroom "waiting" it is at night time. She is sweating as she waits nervously on the bathroom floor. Coming in from her blinds are slices of light. It is completely dark in the bathroom except for that ounce of light. Next, the three seal men are another example of an encounter to darkness. Seals have dark black skin and these particular ones have large round eyes with sharp eyelashes. Overall this particular man seal represents a dark mysterious feeling not only to the reader, but to the girl who sits alone in the bathroom. The seals rise "like pools of ink under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;moonlight and vanish." They are dark and yet the girl can see glimpses of them by the light of the moon shining in. She "clutched at the ragged holes they leave behind, here at the edge of darkness." The girl hates the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;darkness that surrounds her as it "rests like a ball of fur" on her tongue. A fur ball is usually associated with cats as they cough them up and spit them out. This girl must have a huge dislike of the darkness, which seems to consume her in the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-2323452402886428366?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/2323452402886428366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=2323452402886428366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/2323452402886428366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/2323452402886428366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/02/adolescence-ii.html' title='Adolescence II'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wPsQ1p_zyNE/R7H8Ii9mfeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ar_cq-qhV5Y/s72-c/light_through_bathroom_door-750x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-7718105297575232203</id><published>2008-02-07T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:30:26.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Down of Words</title><content type='html'>I think the breakdown of words occurs in our inadequate system of language, rather than not understanding reality. Karl Albrecht said if you, "change your language, you change your thoughts." Since we as humans have thoughts that always are changing, our language is as well. A meaning of one thing to me, can be completely different to someone else. Also, communication can take place not only through speaking, but through body. An example of this is sign language. If i signed the word "hearing" to a deaf person, they could interpret that different ways, if i don't specify. I could be asking them if they were hearing or telling them i was hearing. Expressions and your body have a lot to do with communicating in a language. Oliver Wendell Holmes comments on language saying its the "blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow." Our language has given people the ability to express themselves and grow in the words which they speak. Each person gives different meanings to words. Today in class we read "Toast." The snowman says "toast is when you take a piece of bread-what is bread? Bread is when you take some flour-what is flour?" The cycle goes on and on only ending up to nothing. The snowman then said that he was toast. The more words are thought about, they are heavily questioned and sound very weird. We feel as though we can not express our language properly at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotations/language/"&gt;http://thinkexist.com/quotations/language/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldofquotes.com/topic/Language/1/index.html"&gt;http://www.worldofquotes.com/topic/Language/1/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toast" Orynx and Crake by Margaret Atwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-7718105297575232203?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/7718105297575232203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=7718105297575232203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7718105297575232203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7718105297575232203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/02/break-down-of-words.html' title='Break Down of Words'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-8639116065610928567</id><published>2008-01-29T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:53:05.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a victim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Free Willy has been one of my favorite movies growing up as a kid and has once made me a victim of hyperreality. On November 23, 1996 I visited Newport Oregon and saw Keiko (Free Willy) in real life. It was amazing as i had only watched him on the movie. Later on that year I had a dream. E.V Lucas once said that "one of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can l&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPsQ1p_zyNE/R6ABdyrAOeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39WJPxDlhQo/s1600-h/free.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161126784296565218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPsQ1p_zyNE/R6ABdyrAOeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39WJPxDlhQo/s200/free.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ay a hand on our dreams." That night I dreamt that Keiko was in my back yard swimming in my four by fifteen-foot pool. It was unbelievable as I first watched Keiko in the movies, then saw him at Newport and then he was in my backyard as my &lt;strong&gt;own&lt;/strong&gt; pet. Furthermore, a person once said that "the best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened." Having a whale in my pool seemed very real, until the moment I woke up. Reality kicked in once I realized that I was lying in my bed and that no whale could possibly fit in that pool. Hyperreality can take over your mind, not knowing if something is real or just a dream, well it did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/search.asp"&gt;http://www.quoteland.com/search.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotations/reality/"&gt;http://thinkexist.com/quotations/reality/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-8639116065610928567?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/8639116065610928567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=8639116065610928567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/8639116065610928567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/8639116065610928567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/victim.html' title='a victim'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPsQ1p_zyNE/R6ABdyrAOeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39WJPxDlhQo/s72-c/free.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-4474256680828018162</id><published>2008-01-27T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:42:11.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hyperreality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of many postmodern philosophies, hyperreality has affected Americans relationships and love. According to Baudrillard a famous theorist of hyperreality says&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"it is no longer possible, in a media-saturated world, to distinguish between what is real and what is not." Hyperreality is a mix up of what is actually real and what is fictional. An example of this is dealt with in pornography, as a person lives in a non-existent world, having sex become an unreal thing. Furthermore, in Baudrillard's dystopia he stated that "simulations have the power to displace the real." An illustration of this can be shown in relationships through the internet. Many American's search online for love, but may be deceived and fall in love with a picture saying they are a particular man or woman. Our culture today has been influenced by this philosophy which makes relationships difficult to perceive which is real and unreal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sociology.org.uk/ws1k6.htm"&gt;http://www.sociology.org.uk/ws1k6.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mala.bc.ca/~soules/media112/vr.htm"&gt;http://www.mala.bc.ca/~soules/media112/vr.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-4474256680828018162?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/4474256680828018162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=4474256680828018162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4474256680828018162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4474256680828018162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/hyperreality.html' title='hyperreality'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-7961306388692125952</id><published>2008-01-21T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:36:19.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postmodern Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men. It teaches us to say "No" to ungodliness and worldy passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, while we wait for the blessed hope-the glorius appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good.~Titus 2:11-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I believe that we should have knowledge about other worldviews so that we can recognize the ungodliness in this chaotic world. This verse says to to "love self-controlled, upright and godly lives." So we need to stray from the world and follow the way God tells us to, not chaotic and disordered lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-7961306388692125952?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/7961306388692125952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=7961306388692125952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7961306388692125952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7961306388692125952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/postmodern-crisis.html' title='Postmodern Crisis'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-3044690122275573479</id><published>2008-01-16T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:37:31.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Jack Sparrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jack throughout Pirates of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;, is a character that brings laughter and adventure. He is always on a mission looking for the black pearl. He is out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; though as he is looking to gain wealth for himself. He creates a life for himself looking for his personal needs. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;postmodern&lt;/span&gt; in the sense that he does things to an extent of what is right for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-3044690122275573479?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/3044690122275573479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=3044690122275573479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/3044690122275573479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/3044690122275573479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/captain-jack-sparrow.html' title='Captain Jack Sparrow.'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-8722224265561569255</id><published>2008-01-13T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:08:05.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rocencrantz and Guildenstern have no meaning for living as they do absolutely nothing throughout the entire movie. They randomly show up to different places, causing chaos rather than accomplishing. For example, when they showed up to Denmark, they were filmed wrestiling with curtains. They fulfill nothing. The movie ends on a ship possibly becuase ships go out into the water and water is all that is seen from each angle of the ship. Just water. Rocencrantz and Guildenstern are seen as nobodies. Just nobodies. Nothing else. Without them living, lives would not be effected, just as if the boat did not exist, the water is not effected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-8722224265561569255?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/8722224265561569255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=8722224265561569255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/8722224265561569255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/8722224265561569255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/ship.html' title='Ship'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-4878788916567030952</id><published>2008-01-10T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:49:46.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This evening i decided to step out of my little comfort zone and help someone who is in need. The things i put together into a box are as follows...a Bible, a tract, shirt, gloves, toothbrush, socks, water, fruit cups, top r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amon&lt;/span&gt;, chili, chips, cookies, and hand sanitizer. I made my way down town accompanied by parents to search for a "bum." Well this search took a while considering it was raining and was already dark outside. There are some crazy people down town, and some bum even flipped my mom off as we were driving. I thought about going to him to give him the stuff but i didn't know how he would act. Finally, i found a man and a women standing against a building. We pulled to the side of the street and the man yelled, "You have to pay to park there." Didn't acknowledge that and i said, "Are you guys in need of anything?" The man replied, "Yea..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in need of a wife." Well in the mean time, i showed the box of goodies to the woman and she thought i was trying to sell it to her. She said, "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; got no money." I answered her "no it's free." She was amazed and took the box from my hands. She also said she needed a dollar for the bus so i gave her $5.00. Who knows if she is really going to use it on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am glad that i chose to do this because i love helping others and i hope that through this experience, their lives may be changed as they may read through the tract and accept Christ into their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-4878788916567030952?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/4878788916567030952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=4878788916567030952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4878788916567030952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4878788916567030952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/ants.html' title='Ants'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-6753481190810905752</id><published>2008-01-08T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:40:15.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are there Game like Questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Game like questions could be in this movie, which is about existence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in order&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosencrantz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Guildenstern&lt;/span&gt; to figure out why they are actually in existence. They do nothing in this movie of true importance so far. They ride horses, flip coins, and are clumsy. Maybe they are questioning what their real purpose in life really is. The game they played doesn't seem like they could find out anything about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. They can't answer any questions but just keep asking them. Also in the movie, they are called by both names, making it not only confusing for them to know who they are, but for the audience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-6753481190810905752?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/6753481190810905752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=6753481190810905752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/6753481190810905752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/6753481190810905752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-are-there-game-like-questions.html' title='Why are there Game like Questions?'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-8902624015259001808</id><published>2008-01-02T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:41:52.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guildenstern &amp; Rosencrantz</title><content type='html'>In the play when Horatio says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Guildenstern&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosencrantz&lt;/span&gt; go to 't" i think he speaking to Hamlet about the two men in an approving/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;agreeing way&lt;/span&gt;. Horatio had no relations with these men and knows that they have betrayed Hamlet, allowing him to try and be killed in England.Horatio is Hamlets best friend and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;see's&lt;/span&gt; no need for those two men, who have not helped, but have caused destruction. They betrayed Hamlet as they were both his school friends and now they are spies of the king, trying to get their so called friend killed. They do not care about Hamlet and how he feels, but they both just look out for their own interests.The two men didn't show true friendship so Hamlet gave them what he believed they deserved. The ultimate punishment, which was death for both Guildenstern and Rosencrantz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-8902624015259001808?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/8902624015259001808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=8902624015259001808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/8902624015259001808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/8902624015259001808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2008/01/guildenstern-rosencrantz.html' title='Guildenstern &amp; Rosencrantz'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-7989529571859532592</id><published>2007-12-10T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:20:31.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.S Eliot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot, has a structure that made certain lines stand out that the author wants the reader to notice.It was not a very chaotic structure and allowed the reader to follow alongh. T.S Eliot portrayed a man who wanted to say something but was afraid to do so. Prufrock wanted to go places as he viewed the world from the inside looking out. He wondered if he should dare to descend the stair, but he thought he had time to. He aged as he had a bald spot on his head with his hair growing thin. He said, "Do i dare disturb the universe?" He was concerened what other people may think about him and afraid of life. He questioned many things that he should do, but never did them because he drowned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-7989529571859532592?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/7989529571859532592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=7989529571859532592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7989529571859532592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7989529571859532592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2007/12/ts-eliot.html' title='T.S Eliot'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-7197200978989533259</id><published>2007-12-05T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:31:18.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Ophelia mean in act5.4?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.english.emory.edu/classes/Shakespeare_Illustrated/Stone.Ophelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.english.emory.edu/classes/Shakespeare_Illustrated/Stone.Ophelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;During Act four scene five, Ophelia has gone mad because of the death of her father and possibly the loss of Hamlet's love. During this scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Ophelia says to the King in line fourty-four, "Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table!" Ophelia may be telling the King that each of them know the state that both the Claudius and herself are in, but they do not know the outcome of their lives. King Cladius has killed King Hamlet, married his wife Queen Gertrude, and sends Hamlets friends to spy on him. He knows what he has done, but he is fearful for his life, not knowing the consequences he may bear. While Ophelia has experienced the loss of Hamlets love as well has Hamlet accidently killed her father by stabbing him, thinking he was Claudius. Ophelia knows where her life is, but does not know where her life will lead her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-7197200978989533259?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/7197200978989533259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=7197200978989533259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7197200978989533259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/7197200978989533259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-does-ophelia-mean-in-act54.html' title='What does Ophelia mean in act5.4?'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-3158371567251154750</id><published>2007-12-03T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:26:20.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play or movie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;     At first i preferred the play because i made up my own images of what was happening. After seeing the movie, a new picture of the play is portrayed which makes it become more clear. With the movie there is an interaction between characters and while we are in class there is less emotion of the characters. During the movie, the audience can see the interaction and involvement of the characters. For example, in the play we read, words, words, words. While in the play there is emotion and sense of the way Hamlet feels as he is speaking to Polonius. The director of the movie did capture the tone and mood for the most part. He does skip around and moves certain lines which reveals the play different than it actually is. For example when talking to Ophelia he says go the to a nunnery, but in the movie Hamlet says it in a different aspect than one would read in the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-3158371567251154750?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/3158371567251154750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=3158371567251154750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/3158371567251154750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/3158371567251154750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2007/12/play-or-movie.html' title='Play or movie?'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-4892272394890549444</id><published>2007-11-29T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:32:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of a play/art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Hamlet, in scene 3.2 mentions what he believes the purpose of plays are. In lines 23 he says, "to hold, as '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;twere&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt; up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure." He believes that the "purpose of playing" is to reveal the truth. I agree with Hamlet because in many forms of art such as movies, writings and drawings the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creator&lt;/span&gt; of these things are trying to display some sort of a message and what they believe to be true to their audience. In class, we have been writing about memories and reading them to our peers. As we write, we are telling the truth, displaying honesty with one another. Hamlet wants to reveal the truth to everyone, hoping to unveil King Claudius' secret of killing King Hamlet. By doing this through a play, it will grab the attention of the audience portraying a truthful message to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-4892272394890549444?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/4892272394890549444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=4892272394890549444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4892272394890549444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4892272394890549444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-purpose-of-playart.html' title='Purpose of a play/art'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-6989658635550139539</id><published>2007-11-28T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:59:44.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudius threatened by Hamlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudius knows Hamlet is a threat and because of this he uses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rosencrantz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guildenstern&lt;/span&gt; as a defense. In 2.2 King Claudius wants both men to draw out "Hamlets transformation" (line 5). He asks them to spy on Hamlet, hoping that he would share information with his two friends that he would normally keep from his mom and uncle. The king orders them "to draw him on to pleasures, and to gather, so much as from occasion you may glean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whe'r&lt;/span&gt; aught to us unknown afflicts him thus, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;open'd&lt;/span&gt; lies within our remedy." (line 15). The King would not do this if he did not think that Hamlet was up to something/ a threat to him. It is obvious to the King that Hamlet would be "depressed" because of his fathers death and his mothers marriage. He would not care what Hamlet thought unless he knew that he really found out the Kings&lt;em&gt; truth. &lt;/em&gt;King Claudius &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure is fearful of his life because he knows that Hamlet found out how his father was murdered. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We know that Gertrude is oblivious to everything about the murder of her first husband. If she knew about the murder she would say more about hamlet in lines 56-57 "i doubt it is no other but the main; His fathers death, and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;o'erhasty&lt;/span&gt; marriage." If Gertrude was aware of how King Hamlet died, she would voice that to Claudius either with anger or fear. She would probably fear for her life as well as her new husbands. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;King Claudius' chief concern in the court should be about Norway and their plans they have to attack. He is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt; about them attacking or them crossing through Denmark to get to Poland. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;distracted&lt;/span&gt; by Hamlet, as he is a threat. King Claudius is probably concerned for his safety as he doesn't know if Hamlet is up to no good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-6989658635550139539?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/6989658635550139539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=6989658635550139539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/6989658635550139539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/6989658635550139539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2007/11/claudius-threatened-by-hamlet.html' title='Claudius threatened by Hamlet'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529888689274822462.post-4207848638288642752</id><published>2007-11-27T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:30:13.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Hamlet love Ophelia before act 3?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Through previous scenes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; textual evidence has supported Hamlets love for Ophelia. Act 1.3 in line 100, Ophelia spoke to her father about Hamlets love for her. She said, "He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders of his affection to me." Also, in line 111 Ophelia continues saying, "My lord, he hath importun'd me with love in honourable fashion." To me it seems like Ophelia is sticking up for Hamlet against her father, telling him that Hamlet does love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Furthermore, the letter that Hamlet had written to Ophelia reveals the way he felt about her. Polonius read the letter aloud to the Queen in act 2.2. Hamlet said in line 110, "To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia...but never doubt I love." Through this letter that Ophelia never got to read, Hamlet does reveal the connection he has with her. Polonius had instructed Ophelia in act 2.2 to "lock herself from his resort, admit no messengers, receive no tokens." With Ophelia taking her fathers advice Polonius believes that is when Hamlet fell into his sadness/madness. I agree that with his fathers death and his mothers marriage to his uncle, has made him feel this way. Now the women he loved is distant from him, giving him another reason to be such a depressed man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529888689274822462-4207848638288642752?l=tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/feeds/4207848638288642752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529888689274822462&amp;postID=4207848638288642752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4207848638288642752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529888689274822462/posts/default/4207848638288642752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarynhamletscs.blogspot.com/2007/11/did-hamlet-love-ophelia-before-act-3.html' title='Did Hamlet love Ophelia before act 3?'/><author><name>Tstand4</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
