Thursday, August 30, 2007

computersarestillcomplicated( i don't care what you say petr)

Computer are soooo complicated. You know how Petr's got that neat picture of Shaffur on his blog? And how about Shadow's? Isn't that cool too? And Petr still won't tell me how to get a picture of my own. Not that he could exactly, seeing as he's on his way to Colorado at the moment. Sigh, those debate people got to go to all the fun places all the time while I get stuck at home. Sigh. Oh well, I guess that I'll just have to endure it. Of course, Annalee and Petr and I are going to Mexico this Thanks Giving, hopefully, if they give us our passports on time.
But enough traveling woes from me, do you have any traveling woes? Hm.... maybe I should have said that differently. Oh well. I think you get the idea. Any other woes from any of you school loving, very strange people(no offense Shadow)?
Mom says that that thingy, essay, or whatever you call it, was really good for an amateur. Am I an amateur? I could try and put it on here, or would that be to lengthy. It's a good five paragraph long one, and I had to change it from one of my favorite fonts to fit it on one page. I think I will. OK, get ready for a long winded paper about how setting makes a story. Now how do I do this again? Be right back. OK, I'm back. Mom says that she'll finish reading a book to Mary, and then she'll help me transfer that, um, thingy. Until then I guess I'll just have to find something to do, so all ya'll out there'll have to wait for a while. See you in a little while. OK, here it is. Please enjoy, and add comments on it please.

In "the Call of the Wild ", the setting is the most important part, because it shapes the future of the characters. Jack London uses the cold inhospitable North to shape the deterioration of Buck, the four year-old Scotch Shepherd-Saint Bernard mix.
The story of Buck starts out in the warm, friendly, comfortable setting of Santa Clara valley in California. In the year of 1897, "when the Klondike strike dragged men from all the world into the frozen North", Buck 's life started to change. The "King over all creeping, crawling, flying things of Judge Miller 's place, humans included " was taken from his own familiar, place of birth, and was transported in a matter of days over many miles to the cold inhospitable North. Here was neither peace, nor rest, nor a moment's peace. All was confusion and all were alert. There was always danger of losing life or limb.

The deterioration of Buck from a favorite family pet to a leader of wolves was another thing entirely in that it happened more gradually. The beginning of Buck's change was when he was first transported to the North. His first experience of the savagery of the dogs of the North was when one of his fellow traveling companions was thrust into a fight with one of the older dogs. It happened quickly, and Curly, for that was the dog's name, went under the tide of dogs almost instantaneously.

When Buck had begun to change he was still mostly gentle, but now that he had witnessed the savagery and lack of mercy in the "Law of Club and Fang ", he no longer felt the need to be merciful. The ultimate example of this was when Buck contested with Spitz, the lead dog of the sled team. The instant Buck and Spitz met they had hated each other. Their last fight occurred when Buck led the sled team on an almost impossible chase after a rabbit. Spitz had stolen the kill and they had a fight worthy of a place in the tales of the Klondike gold race. They fought for control over the other dogs and for mastery over each other. Buck won the fight and Spitz did not live to see another day.

Buck 's change was completed after many years when his last master, John Thornton, was killed by the Yeehat Indians, on his quest for a lost gold mine. When Buck found that he was freed from all commands he left to find the wolves of the forest and quickly became their leader and a scourge to the Indians.

As Buck's surroundings changed so did he. The setting in this story from warm, pleasant California to the cold and inhospitable North shows that the outside world can affect our thoughts and actions.

Alright, thats over with. Now what? I have no idea. I think that thats all the posting that I'm going to do today. And remember, computers are still complicated, no matter what you say, I still say that computers are complicated.

As usual PLEASE comment

P.S. I fixed the print on the last post so that you can actually read it.

Red Baron

7 comments:

Hopper said...

wow no one has commented yet.
you are better at blogging then i am, lots better.


Hopper The Stopper

Red Baron said...

Your new name is quite interesting, though I think I disagree. I think it should be hopper-me-hyper. Thats my last word.
Red Baron

Shadow said...

Nice essay. I enjoyed reading it. As I said, it's been a long time since I read that book and it helped to refresh my memory a little bit.

Woes from school loving people? Like having too much school to do? :) I was trying to find some time to visit my Tech writing teacher but realized that mostly I only have 15 minute time slots, two or three a day :S

Anonymous said...

I agree, computers are complicated.

That was a nice thingy there. Thanks for letting us red, I mean read, it. See, I do know a thing or two about spelling. I'm glad your other aunt thinks so, to.

-Arwen

Anonymous said...

P.S. I'm glad at least so far you don't make us copy those crazy letter combinations, although I do understand why they are there. It's just that p and q look so similar when they are together that sometimes I get a pp when there's supposed to be a pq or a qp and all of that stuff.

-Arwen

Red Baron said...

Yeah. Something like having too much school to do. I certainly have to much school to do. Though I am glad you liked my..erm.. thingy.
I see you tht you have probably been e-mailing Petr lately. I heard that ya'll don't spell correctly or anything. Red is my name. read means to look at letters and know what they mean, I think. Any how, I'm still glad you liked my thingy, I know that your rather good at writing those thingys.

Red Baron said...

HEHEHEHE! sorry, I couldn't keep in that evil cackle there. Thingy.