Over the course of the past week or so, I have read through the tenth chapter of Moby Dick by Herman Melville. Simply put, I find this book amazing. Since I lived my early childhood in Nantucket, everything in this books seems relatable in a way. It is exactly like reading Thoreau when you live in Concord. Ever since I was very young, I have been captivated by the romance of whaling. It seemed like a magical adventure on the sea. With its vivid descriptiveness, Moby Dick gives a very good perspective of the harsh realities of the whaling lifestyle. Overall, this book has been more than a pleasure to read, and I look forward to continuing to read it.
Today is yet another snow day. When I received the call last night, I could almost hear the frustration in Mr. Wards voice as he reluctantly called for a second snow day in a row. Even though I value the time off from school, the snow is starting to get on my nerves. Even trying to walk in my backyard is nearly impossible because of the sheer amount of snow. All of this snow day down time allowed for me to do some thinking, and I brought up this question with myself: are humans meant to live in cold conditions? I strongly believe that humans are tropical or sub-tropical beings. We are not meant to sustain the harsh conditions of northern winter. We do not have large furry coats like bears or wolves, we do not hibernate like many animals, and we simply are less happy during the winter. Why is it that humans crave the tropical beaches and warmer climates? It's because that's where we are supposed to live. However, we continue to put up with these fierce conditions of winter. There is just something about New England that we can't get away from.
Winter superstorm "Juno" hit today. To be honest, I thought the media was exaggerating about the amount of snow that would fall. To my surprise, they did not at all. I woke up to snow covering over half of my bedroom window, and winds howling outside. The snow is still falling out there at an incredible rate. It seems like the snow will carry into tomorrow. I can't wait to hear if Mr. Ward will call two days in a row!
I feel as though classical music is way too under appreciated amongst young people today. It seems like they see it as some outdated joke of a music genre. In actuality, classical music is one of the most beautiful art forms around today. I believe that young people tend to see classical music in such as way because they simply have not experienced it themselves. If you actually attend a concert in symphony hall, you will not only hear, but feel the true magnificence of classical music. There is no other experience like it, go out and see for yourself. Listen to classical.
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
The dance last night was awesome. To my surprise, it was actually pretty hard work. I though it would be easy, I mean after all, its just a matter of pushing buttons. There was a great deal of organization and preparation involved, never mind taking requests. We spent a long time getting everything ready for the show, and in my opinion, we did a great job. There were some complaints about the music, however. They said that we weren't playing enough popular music, and too many remixes of songs. We made an effort to play a good amount of play pop music, but I don't see the point in playing the same music that you hear constantly on the radio. It seemed as though people did not wan't to venture outside of their musical "comfort zone". Nevertheless, DJ ing was a great time, and I hope to be able to do it again in the future.