Thursday, May 3, 2012

Brick Red- Benjamin Moore- 2084-10


Brick Red- Benjamin Moore- 2084-10











By: Andres Valenzuela

Structure made out of brick:
red, old, weakened.
Still standing in the rain
covering a city ruined.
It looks like it's going to fall.

Fire and bullets,
nowhere to go,
Smoke up the clouds
Fading away slow, abundant.

A structure that looks like clay,
in the presence of blood,
guns and green vehicles
and innocent, just like him.
It looks like it's going to fall.

As the windows tear down,
the front door is almost gone,
the dust expands everywhere,
it is the most unique.

Running people,
the look in their faces,
the storm making them weak.
But no matter what you feel,
It looks like it's going to fall.


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Where I´m From

I am from cup of coffee,
from Juan Valdez and Colcafé

I am from the building 
besides the park
surrounded by
brick and cement 
I am from the orchid, 
the Gachala Emerald 
whose color is as 
blue as its sea.

I am from sitting at the table
and old guys. 
From Amelia and Luis
and the Saieh's.
I am from screaming and shouting 
and laughing
(almost shouting)
as a big, huge family.

I am from do as I say
and stop the noise.
From church on Sundays,
the silence of mass, 
the prayers memorized
repeated over and over again, 
at church, bed
and the dinner table

I am from Barranquilla, 
from the land Palestine
farms in the outsides of the city, 
and memories kept. 
From rice and Labneh
eaten every Saturday 

Thursday, April 26, 2012

All War is Deception

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Poems:
Ships That Pass in the Night- by Paul Laurence Dunbar

War is Kind- by Stephen Crane

The War Works Hard- By Dunya Mikhail

Grass- by Carl Sandburg

The War After the War- Debora Greger

I Hear an Army- James Joyce

Before the Deployment- Jehanne Dubrow

Memorial Day of the War Dead- Yehuda Amichai







Friday, March 23, 2012

What happens when people fear what they do not understand?

          “Racism is man's gravest threat to man - the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason”- Abraham J. Heschel. Since the Civil Rights Movement ended in 1964, racism should have ended there, but it has not, and this case is a perfect example of racism in the present day. When you read about this incident, you are going to see how people are still insecure about other people that aren't their race or religion, and how racial profiling can affect you and others although you aren't a racist. Although many years have passed--and will keep passing--racial profiling, or using skin color as evidence for suspicion, has happened; is happening and will keep happening.

          This event is about Trayvon Martin, a 17-year-old who was shot and killed by George Zimmerman in Sanford, Florida. He was a normal black teen who was walking down the street with a hoodie on his head when he suddenly got shot by a man who claims his actions to be self-defense. He was returning home after buying candy and was unarmed so he was harmless. This case has been viewed by many people as racism and they are asking for the government to put Zimmerman in jail, which is something that has not been achieved. Various protests and memorials have been held to remember Trayvon Martin and to put Mr. Zimmerman in jail, including an online petition that has got over 850,000 signs.

          In this situation you can see two things: prejudice and injustice. The prejudice is the George Zimmerman looking at a black man walking down the street and assuming he is threatening because of his skin color and how he wore his clothes, in this case a shirt with a hood. The injustice is obviously killing the innocent teen walking which would later lead to the controversy. Prejudice can lead to injustice because prejudice assumes things that are not correct, which will make the person who made the prejudice do the wrong decision about the prejudiced, for example in the case of Trayvon Martin who got killed.

          After many people saw this terrible incident, it was followed by some good things those people were doing, like the protests in New York. The responsibility the individuals have to protect the innocent is to protect them and let there voice be heard. Those who have the power to help the innocent should help and let more people know about it so they can help too. Like the protest, the petition to put Mr. Zimmerman in jail has already reached 850,000, and it is a perfect example of how the whole community is helping the family by imprisoning George Zimmerman for killing their child.

          What happens when people fear what they do not understand is that they tried to avoid it or just make it disappear. What people fear of is something that they don't have control over or that thing controls them. If you fear something you don't want it in your way, or you don't want it to harm you although it might be harmless. In this case, George Zimmerman supposedly feared about Trayvon Martin and that he might have been a criminal, so he shot him--although the police told him not to--and killed him to protect himself by the "threat".Self-defense isn't a valid reason, though, to kill a innocent person who looked a little suspicious.

          Gender stereotypes can influence people's behavior in a big way, for example in the situation of George Zimmerman. If Mr. Zimmerman would not have been influenced by this type of stereotype, he would have just keep walking and ignored Trayvon Martin. Since he was influenced by it, he had the mentality black men are supposed to be dangerous when they are alone walking down the street with a hood on, he was threatening, so he shot him. So although he killed the innocent and harmless teen the unfairness didn't end there; he has not yet been imprisoned. Gender stereotypes like this happen all over the world influencing people, for example not letting Muslim people in a plain because they look threatening or just a white person thinking they are better than an African-American because of the color of the skin, they are all not true.

          So although racial discrimination should have ended decades ago, it hasn't, and a innocent person has been killed because of this reason. His name was Trayvon Martin, and he was just walking down the street when suddenly a man decides to shoot him because he assumes that Martin was dangerous by the way he looked, when he actually wasn't. He was unarmed and harmful, and he didn't deserve to die, and although the cops told him no to follow or shoot him, he did. Racial profiling is still one of the world's biggest problems because we are still vulnerable and exposed to this kind of people. Protests and petitions had been held to take the murder to prison and justice is now reviewing the case. The whole country is hoping to make this possible and to not let anything this absurd happen again.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Chapter 8 Wordly Wise

One of the most bizarre things just happened in Maycomb county. It snowed, before even winter even started! Since this is a very rare event, Jem and I decided to go build a snowman, before time elapsed and the snow disappeared. We started by collecting some mud because there was not enough snow, and then we would cover the pile with the snow. Our plan was to build a snowman which looked just like Mr. Avery, and we had to be very meticulous with it to make it look identical. We did this making his torso a little round to make it look fat and his arms very thin. As soon as we finished we looked at it, and we were surprised how similar it looked. When our Atticus saw it, he laughed but then he told us we shouldn't be doing things like that. It didn't seem like a calamity to me, but he didn't like it being that way, so what he did was that he took Ms.Maudie's hat to make it look different.

After it finished snowing in the afternoon something terrible happened. Ms. Maudie's house was caught on fire. Everyone was there watching the house burn and they all conspired by taking the most valuable furniture outside is it wouldn't burn. The top of the house assimilated the fire very quickly, and was soon to be gone with the rest of the house. Everyone sweltered outside by the horrific fire and soon the house was burned to ashes. We stared at it until the fire was over, and what was left was a black hole on the ground.

When everything was over, I figured out somebody had placed a blanket over me. When Atticus came to ask me about it, I didn't know what to answer because I was so confused. Nobody knew who had put it there, until Jem realized it had been Boo Radley. As soon as he brought the idea I almost threw up, just thinking about the idea that he stood right there next to gave me nausea. After that, Atticus told Jim and I to not tell anyone about what just happened with the blanket.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Secret Life of Bees letter from Lily

Dear father,

            Its me, your daughter. I hope you remember me from the last time you have seen me--20 years actually-- and time has elapsed very fast that I have so many things to tell you. First of all, I got married with the person I love the most in my life, Zachary. He is one of the best lawyers in town and is--as you call it-- "negro". We married 5 years ago and we have lived happy since then. I know it might be bizarre to you that your white child married a black person but that is just how things are and I don't want to go back.

            You and I know perfectly that if I would have married Zachary in South Carolina, it would have been a calamity and he might even get apprehended, so we decided to move to the north, New York to be exact. People here are very pleasant and most of the time everybody is equal, so we're accepted for who we are no matter the color. As I told you before, Zachary has a very stable job being a lawyer and they pay him very well, while I am an author and we live very adequately and happy.

            Father in this letter I also wanted to talk a little more about myself. My career as an author has been great. People often lionize me because of the books that I had made, and I think about you when I make them. Most of my books are about the past, all the shackles I had when a was a kid, and I am very meticulous when I write. I pay attention to everything I write, I try to remember every single detail, and sometimes I interrogate Zachary to help me remember.

            I know that in your point of view, it is a great dissension all the things I did in my life, but I am really happy and I wanted to inform you that, but it still isn't enough. I've always wanted to be raised by my two parents, but it hasn't been possible because of the anarchy that happened when I was young; well I want to take that back and be with you for the rest of your life. To conspire with you would be great for both of us and we would live happy--or at least try--for the rest of your life. I am sure you would assimilate here with our family and be with us happy. Also, I just wanted to tell you that you are going to swelter here a little bit because of the weather, but you will be fine from all the heat that you have taken from your hard work in South Carolina.

            My husband and I have been thinking of how to live with you--if you want--and where. We were thinking of going back to South Carolina since desegregation has already happened and we can live together, but we are doing such a good job we thought maybe you wanted to move here, to New York City. It would be a really pleasant experience to have you in our home and to reunite as a family. The only thing I hope would happen is that you don't arraign Zachary as soon as you see him but instead you be with him peacefully as a whole family.  Dad, I hope you do receive this letter and please write us back to know what you think about this whole idea.

Sincerely,
Lily

Sunday, January 15, 2012

(23)24 of December

It was 23 of December and today´s plan was to have a family reunion with all my cousins, aunts, and uncles at my grandmother´s house. It was a little strange to me because this big family reunions were always on the 24, but this year they decided to do it on the 23. Later I would have discovered that on the actual 24 we had another reunion on my uncles´s house, but we always opened the Christmas presents on my grandmother´s house on the 24 at night. Anyway, that day we all got together and had a very big dinner with all my family members and I really liked it because we were all together. When we all finished eating we all went to the living room and opened our Christmas presents. We all decided that since everybody was there, we should open the gifts there and not wait until tomorrow. I was against that decision because it was a tradition for me to do it on the 24, but I couldn't do anything about it. Anyway, I had a great time.

Welcome Home

     Many people say that Friday is the best day of the week, and I agree with that. It was December 16, 2011, a Friday, and it was the day that I was going back to Colombia for my winter vacations. I had been waiting for this day for six months now, and time has past incredibly fast, luckily. My flight was scheduled to go at 9:18 and land 1 hour later, and it did. When I arrived at Barranquilla´s airport, my grandmother and my 30-year-old cousin were waiting desperately to pick us up and go home. When we all got out of immigration and got our bags, we all met outside. We were all happy, especially my mom who hadn't seen her mom in six months. When we got home to my grandmother´s apartment, we were welcomed by my cousins and aunts, and they made us a very good dinner.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Don't Make it Worse- Confession Tuesday

     I woke up one Sunday in the morning to realize that some very loud screams came out of my mother's room. My sister and mother were fighting, again, but this time it was louder. I got a little scared. Because I thought somebody was going to get hurt, my first reaction was to get up and see what was happening. When I got to the room, the fight was already over, and my sister was walking out. "Get out of the way, idiot", she said (she said worst things when she was mad).

     After that happened, I jumped on my mom's bed to see if I could get some words from her, but I couldn't. She looked surprised, sad, and mad at the same time. I though she had left the world for one second but later on she responded, "nothing". I waited there for 30 minutes until she said we were going to go out and eat.

     That day was one of the worst day ever. It was sad and in everything anybody said you could hear the bad mood we all had. We went to church and it was the same. We went home and we all went to our rooms. The reason why I avoid fights with my mom is because of this. It ruins the day to you and for everyone. The worst thing about it is that it happened every weekend. It was me or my sister and my mom always had her day ruined. I really wanted to make things better so I went to her room and started talking to her; she looked like she was going to cry like in the mass. I was trying to make things better, not trying to make it worse.

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Monday, December 12, 2011

Unexpected Call-Memoir Monday

     When the phone rings you can expect different types of calls. Bad calls, good calls, meeting calls, calls nobody wants to hear, and little calls that can change the mood you are in the moment. But when you hear the people on the phone are people you never expected it is a whole different thing. This is the people that take their own time to take the phone and make the other person whom their are talking to, that they haven't forgot about that person. That is what happened to me this weekend.

     I woke up another day to realize that the weekend had started. Another boring weekend locked in my apartment without doing anything. Nobody ever did actually. In my family nobody ever went out to do anything important or recreative, except for my sister, which went out every weekend. I took a bath and had breakfast, like normal, and then went back to my room to my computer. Skype opened automatically and auto signed in. While I was watching videos on YouTube I suddenly receive a call.

     It were my friends, my old friends in Colombia, were calling me at 10:30 in the morning. That was very early if you think about it. They were two friends, very close friends, whom I thought they had already forgot about me. The last time somebody from my old school was when a friend came to visit in October. We started talking about each other's schools and how my grades were. They also asked about my new friends and I asked about my old friends.

     The call didn't last to long and it was only 10 minutes, but that didn't matter. What was important is that I knew that they hadn't forgotten me. I didn't care if the call lasted 30 minutes or 30 seconds, what mattered was the consideration my friends had to wake up early and call me. After I said goodbye to my friends I felt very good. I felt like I didn't have to go out anymore. I could just wait to another call, but that had been enough. I don't want to sound like I am a very lonely person, but that really made my day better.

Catcher in the Rye Persuasive Essay

     The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger has been a very important book in the United States. It has won several awards as well as it has been banned in many different states in that country. It is about a 16-year-old named Holden Caulfield who got kicked out of a prep school and goes to New York to experience a new life. This novel has made a big controversy all around the country and many people think it should or it shouldn't be taught in schools. My personal opinion about this book is that it shouldn't be taught at any school.

     This book is a good book to be read in schools because it shows a life about a teenager who doesn't care about his school nor his responsibilities. The story teaches you that you shouldn't be like Holden and that you should care about school because it is important to your life. Holden sees school as something unnecessary in life and that is why he got kicked out of many of them. This is also another reason why I believe he went to New York before getting kicked out.

     Another reason why this is a good book to be taught is that Holden is a teenager, like any other in any school. Many teens could reflect on his offensive language and smoking/drinking problem and change the way they are. I believe this because many of the teens may recognize with him and see how bad it is to be like him. You can see many people in college or in schools that act like him, are expelled from schools, and although it was written in the 1950's, Holden's behavior is still seen in the modern teenagers.

     Many people think that The Catcher in the Rye is a inappropriate book to be taught at schools for its sexual content, offensive language, and Holden's drinking/smoking habits. Violence also appears in the book, for example when he fights with elevator operator, and it is also used against the book. I think that all of these things said are already being exposed in movies and in T.V series, so I don't see anything wrong with the novel. Swearing and drinking are seen a lot in the teenagers these days, so there is not much to hide from this book.

     In conclusion, I think this is a very good book to be taught in schools. It shows how you should be responsible and how you should manage alcohol. It also shows how school and education is important and how you would look if you don't apply to it. Many people criticize that it has a very offensive language and that it teaches too much about sexuality, but I think all of this is already shown in the T.V and movies. I personally read and enjoyed The Catcher in the Rye.

The Longest Trip Home Review

     The title of the memoir that I read is called The Longest Trip Home by John Grogan. This title was chosen because at the end, John returns to his home, waiting to see his father who has just died. In his trip home, he thinks how it would be to him to see somebody who has been with him all his life, leaving forever

     This book is about a boy named John who lives with his parents and his 3 siblings in the city of Detroit. They live in a suburb made up by mostly Christian families, but this family was the most religious and therefore, the most strict. His parents are a little old and they have brought with them many religious customs, like going to Sainte-Anne-de-BeauprĂ© in Quebec, and praying her on their knees. But as they were growing up, their attitude towards their religion started to change. John started adapting some negative habits and changes in his life, which soon would make his life worst.

     As he kept growing,he started trying different things, like smoking, drinking, and even planting his own drugs. He first started with smoking cigarettes with his best friend in a tree, at the age of ten. Then he became an altar boy to drink the wine that the Father left after the mass. After that he started to cultivate his own marijuana plant in his room, which he later got caught by his father. All of these were supposed to be a mortal sin, as he describes them. Then he goes to college where he got serious about academics. He spent 3 years of his life in the Central Michigan University. After that he went to back home, to see that his father had died.

     The memoirist came to know about himself that family and religion are very important things in life and they should not be ignored in the way that he did. He realizes at the end that he shouldn't have started with all the habits to look cool at the first place, and he should have focused more in his religions and family. My thoughts about this book is that it was a very interesting lecture. I was surprised that in a very young age, John started drinking and smoking. I think that all these bad things that he got used to do were not worth to do because later when he was not with his friends who smoked, he is not going to be well seen anymore.

     This memoir is organized in vignettes; it is a long narrative and it tells itself between chapters. The line that I like the most was "The only expectations I had to meet now were my own". I liked this line because it shows that he's independent, alone, and nobody to help him in his new life. This line was when John returned to his home to see that his father had just died. That explains why he says he's now alone in his new life without his father.

     I like this book becuase I can connect with the character a lot. He lives some experiences that make his life worst like smoking and drinking, and stops paying attention to his religion. The character is also a teenager in the first part, and I can tell that many of things he does are very common in teens these days. I really enjoyed and recommend this book.

Friday, October 28, 2011

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

This story is about a man named Ichabod Crane who comes to Sleepy Hollow to be a school teacher. Sleepy Hollow is a city in the colony of New York where people seem to be different. They walked slowly and there were many stories about supernatural things. Ichabod liked this, and liked to hear the legends told by the people in Sleepy Hollow. Ichabod is poor because his job doesn’t pay too much, but he gets some extra money by teaching singing lessons with his affable voice. He comes from the colony of Connecticut.

Katrina is a rich and beautiful 18-year-old whose dad is a rich landowner. Katrina was in Ichabod’s singing classes, where he felt in love with her. Many people also liked her because she was very beautiful and rich. Katrina was the only child of Baltus Van Tassel, who was one of the wealthiest men in the area. When Ichabod went to Baltus's farm was when he really started to like Katrina, or her wealthiness. Ichabod wants to marry her, so he goes frequently to her farm to win her love. Many other people wanted to marry her too, but Ichabod's most important competitor was Brom Bones.

Brom Van Brunt, or Brom Bones, was known as the sage man in Sleepy Hollow. Brom Bones is known for his great personality and his great skill of horseback riding. He also likes to do a lot of pranks. Brom Bones had already scared away many of Katrina's suitors, except for Ichabod. So what he did was to do a lot pranks to Ichabod so he could be humiliated. Some pranks were to put smoke in the school house and to train a dog to follow him. These thing were supposed to make Katrina not fall inlove with Ichabod.

As I said before, in Sleepy Hollow, people believed many stories of the supernatural. One of the most tremulous story was about the Headless Horseman. This legend was about a soldier who once fought in a battle. He was riding in his horse and got attacked by another soldier which made that the Horseman's head fall off. He was buried in a church and since that day he would revive searching for his head there. These stories haunted Ichabod and was fascinated about them.

One day Ichabod was invited to a party at Katrina's house and she disapoints Ichabod at the party. While he was going back to his house on his horse very despondent, suddenly he sees that something abhor is coming in a black horse in the same path as he is. Then, he notices that the person following him seemed amiss, he realized that he had no head on his shoulders, and that the head was sitting in the saddle in front of him, so Ichabod tries to make his old horse to run but the horse resists. It is said that the ghosts cant pass through the bridge and past the church, so Ichabod tries to go to th church, but the horseman throws his head to to Ichabod, as he falls down after the impact. The next day in the morning, the horse of Ichabod went back home, but Ichabod was never seen again in Sleepy Hallow.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Brian´s Prized Possession



I remember the day that I saw the mitt. That brown mitt in possession of my brother, Brian. He bought it in an old store in Fifth Avenue. It was very old but and was a little ripped out but he still liked it. It has beautiful poems written in green ink. I can memorize every single word of it. That left- handed glove brought back many memories. Like that time when we played in the backyard. My father, Brian, and I throwing the baseball in triangles. My father and I never wore gloves, but Brian did. It was very special in a way that I can’t explain in words. I still have it, somewhere in my room, and every time that I see it I remember of him. Every time he was in a baseball game he used to read the poems on the mitt. He usually played as a center fielder so he didn’t have as much action as a pitcher.
Boy, how I loved him.  He was the nicest person you could ever meet. All the teachers always sent notes to my parents telling how good he was doing academically. Me, I was the misfortune of my family; I had never been the intelligent guy anyway. God, how I miss him. The day he died it didn’t go that well. I went into my garage and I slept there. I went crazy thinking about him. It killed me, and I started breaking all the windows in my garage. It was horrible, and my hand started to bleed. I was going to break all the windows in the station wagon that summer, but my hand was very hurt and I couldn’t do it. Since that day, my hand hurts once in a while and I can’t really do a real fist anymore, but that isn’t important. It was worth it.
Brian. That charming laugh he had was unmatchable. Sometimes he laughed so hard in the middle of dinner for something that he thought randomly. He was really nice. He was just too honest to have that red hair he had. They say that if you have red hair you get angry very easily but Brian wasn’t like that. He was too perfect to have that bad luck. And leukemia was even worst. If you ever have the misfortune of getting leukemia, you know that once you have that awful thing there is no way out. And he was only eleven years old.  The mitt, the brown mitt.

Monday, September 19, 2011

New Opportunities

                                                                                    August 2, 1660
Dear Diary,
I would never endeavor to leave my land, but I am looking for new opportunities in the new world. New riches and wealth would be in my possession, so I would have to go in one of the first ships. It would be spontaneous because the ship would go fast, so I had to plan if I would take all my family or not, when I had to be at the port, and all the food that I had to take. It wasn’t imperative also, because I had land already, but I wanted more because I knew that if I didn’t go, the land would already be taken by many other people.
My disposition to get more riches can be sometimes too much, but this was worth it. Having lands on both sides of the world would be great, because I could have power on both. I could go back to England and to the new world whenever I wanted, knowing that I had a home on both sides. When we arrive there, we are going to name the place we arrive Jamestown, in honor of the king. We wouldn’t trick the king with guile; we would keep worshiping him in the new world.  Bye for now.
Sincerely,
Isaac

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

My Bad Life

I had an abrasion on my mind. It was electrifying to me to see that gruesome eye every single day and I felt that I had to clad it. The only way to do that was to kill it. I would never endeavor to kill that evil eye of that old man, but I had to do. 7 days, willing to do it. Every single of these days I would gingerly go to his room to see if I could, but I couldn't. It had to be the perfect moment and I wanted that eye to be opened.


I knew the inventory of this old man. I knew he had gold and I knew he was rich but I didn't want. I wanted that eye to succumb. Days passed and passed until the day. The day. The 8th day. I felt dehydrated and I drank a glass of water and then I went to his room. It was 12:00, the perfect time. I  surmised he was asleep, so I entered. I steadily pushed the door, simulating like if I was a ghost in a scary movie. I entered the room completely and I took my knife. I turned my lantern on, so he woke up. As soon as the old man´s eye opened, anger derived me, and the next thing I knew, I had buried the knife in the eye.


It was all very fast and I felt a lot of satisfaction. I felt like if all of my dreams had come true. A grimace crossed my face because of all the blood that I left and then I started to fell a little scared. I did it all in a cursory way, not thinking of all the mess that I would do. 10 minutes later, the police arrived. Somebody had called them as soon as they heard the scream that the man made. They started asking me questions and I was getting irritated. They told me to corroborate if I murdered someone and I said that I didn't. After they checked all the house, they saw the blood of the body. Ten minutes later, I was sharing a cell with a man in jail. 



Wednesday, August 10, 2011

My First Post

This is my first post on blogger.com. I will keep doing more throughout the year.