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    Thursday, June 17th, 2004
    12:50 am
    I AIN'T NO GOD DAMN SUNNUVA BITCH!!!!!!!!
    Franz Ferdinad tonight. With: Lizalexmattchrissydianna. They were ok. They played really well, I also really like their music, I just like their Recorded music better. Talked to Lizz, it got me very excited for London. Stank-Ass bitch was infront of me at the concert. She kept putting her arms in the air, and I kept smelling her BO. Stupid bitch. If Chrissy wasn't so NICE she probablly wouldn't have even stood near us. THANKS CHRISSY! But seriously, thanks for driving and everything. In other news: I am now a member of the Ritz Carlton softball team. I'm going to be an All-Star. I'm going to give up and become a stunt car driver.
    Tuesday, May 25th, 2004
    4:27 am
    Today's Fun Hitler Fact:
    On Hermann Goering (Hitler's close friend, right hand man, and implementor of the concentration camps)

    "Contemptuous of the International Tribunal convened at Nuremberg to try him[Goering] and other Nazi leaders, he said he wished he could condense his defense to just three words, 'Lick my ass.' " -Fuchs, Pg 181-182

    I've heard it said that brevity is the mark of intelligence...............
    3:48 am
    I'm NOT GAY!!!!!!(but watching me dance will make you gay!!!!!!)
    I have red sox seeeeeeeeeezzun tix. That makes me better than everyone who doesn't have them. Suddenly I have tons of new 'friends' saying "HEY YOUR GOING TO TAKE ME TO A GAME, RIGHT!?!?!?" This coming from people I don't even know/talk to/like. Then there's kid's (Andy) that give me shit for not taking them, even though I only have one ticket anyways.

    Today I woke up. Then I went to the Gym. Pumped Iron. Called Mike. Went to look at his new apartment with Him and Jimmy. There are currently 4 girls living there, three of which who actually pay rent. They all decided that they were leaving except for the girl who does not pay the rent. She was all being a bitch like "This place ISN'T up for rent! Oh my God! I can't believe you didn't even call before you came over!" She was a psychobitch. So dumb. The Place really fucking rules though. It kicks ass. There is a giant back porch, it could hold 40 people!!!!!!! Then we went to the Movies to see Coffee and Cigarettes. That movie seriously kicks ass. Tom Waits. Iggy Pop. Rza, Gza. Bill Murrey. I thought that Meg white was kind of cute until I saw this movie. That bitch is totally busted. Her face is like a pale, chubby threeyearold with fucked up teeth. Jack was kind of cute though. "he's so ugly he's kind of hot". I think thats what a girl told me about him in a recent conversation, though I don't remember who. Walking from Coolidge to Allston kind of sucked. We got rained on like It wern't nobody's business. I both like and dislike walking in the rain. I was damp the rest of the night. There were some black guys in front of a Liquor store yelling about cocaine and weed. We (Jimmy Pearse Mike I) chilled at GZ for a little bit, then I drove mike home(to his car really).

    I met up with Steve, Andy, and Brian at Andy's house. They were in the basement drinking beer and shooting billiards. We played doubles. Brian and I won the first game, Steve and Andy won the next two. Andy's dad came home and told us to try some kind of Rice Liquor. The shit was potent. It smelled like Tequila. Steve was toast, Brian was still functional. I declined the Liquor. Andy didn't have any. Brian when on to beat Andy's dad in one round of pool. Then Andy's dad took charge and gave him a serious beating in the next game. THEN, we were kind of standing arround, and Andy turns to the dad and says "blahblahblahblahblahblah(chinese) middle blah blahblahblahblahblahblahblah(chinese) EX-boyfriend!" and points to me. At this point they both start laughing. Slightly confused at first, I laughed along. Andy's dad is a real cool guy. I expected him to be more LBS. I mean, His mother is tiny, and his dad is normal size. Where the fuck does this kid get all the beef?

    Then I followed Steve to his house, Drove Brian home to Brighton, Drove Steve back to his house. Tonight I picked up a 7 inch by RN'R entitled: "the suicide file".

    Mike was talking about his fascination with Hitler today. This is strange because I have started to kind of study Hitler. I have a stack of books about him, and about the third Reich. I also have Mein Kamph, which, by the way, makes little sense. I even went so far as to put Hitler as my buddy Icon. This didn't last long as it made me feel like a horrible, slimy, disgusting person. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all of this knowledge I'm accumulating on Hitler. I kind of want to do something creative, like write a fictional story. I don't have the details worked out yet. I have never written anything worth reading, so I don't know why I think I could write a story about Hitler, but maybe I can.

    New Keyboard KICKS ASS!!!!!!!!!
    You thought that the website that Eddie posted was funny!?!?!?!??! Go Here: http://www2.b3ta.com/spidermanwillmakeyougay/ That Website puts Eddie's brand of "intellectual" humor to SHAME!!!!!!!
    Sunday, May 23rd, 2004
    3:08 am
    Well.
    I was at Jimmy's apartment tonight. It was a real big party. TONS of people. Not as many as one of the parties I attended earlier in the year, but it was prety big. Someone set one of the dumpsters across from Jimmy's house on fire. THAT was crazy. I thought that the house next to the dumpster was going to catch on fire. Luckily, It didn't.

    All the stress this year has passed. This last semester has been one of the toughest that I had. Even thought it was tough, I handled it better than any other time in my life, and that makes me feel accomplished. Next year is going to be insane. I'm living in LONDON!!!!!!! It's going to be the most exciting year of my life. Every single one of my firends has an open invitation to visit me while i'm in London, even the LAMEST friends are invited (Liz, Cheung, Osama). Friday Tuesday Monday Friday Sunday TOAST IT!

    I need a fucking job.
    Monday, May 3rd, 2004
    10:27 pm
    Today Started out good.
    But Ended out bad. And I don't know why. I think tomorrow will be better. I have been trying to write. It's good for me.

    What are these dysfunctional families you speak of?
    Today in History of the American Family one of my peers gave a presentation on the Dysfunctional family and the "Mirical Drugs" that help them out. The Presentation SUCKED. Sucked a lot of ass infact. It sucked so bad that I felt more informed on the subject before the presentation than I did after it. Don't even get me started on the kid's "Research" paper.

    Professor McHale Wants me to enter my essay in a contest. I will post it here for future reference(A.KA. In case I punch my computer and break the hard drive....again). Professor McHale likes my Ideas. He thinks that I need to learn how to organize them better thats all.

    Sox Played a bad brand of baseball tonight. I went to the Library to wind out. Today was productive, but Tense.


    1
    Willy Loman as a Tragic Hero
    The Death of A Salesman by Arthur Miller opens with Willy Loman coming home worn out, tired, and unhappy. His son, Biff, has just returned from seven years of wandering around America. Through a series of flashbacks the reader of the play learns more about the personalities and relationships in the Loman family.
    Willy Loman is unhappy because he is not as successful as he makes himself out to be. He has tried to live vicariously through his oldest son, Biff, who has been offered a football scholarship to the University of Virginia. When Biff finds Willy cheating on his mother in Boston their relationship is destroyed. Instead of going off to college, Biff leaves home to wander around America.
    Between flashbacks, Biff, after returning home from a seven-year absence, goes out searching for a financial opportunity in the form of a loan with which him and Happy will attempt to start their own chain of sporting goods stores. After a failed attempt at receiving the loan, Biff meets Happy and Willy at a restaurant. Shortly after he arrives at the restaurant, Willy has and outburst, which triggers a flashback for Willy about the confrontation that occurred between him and Biff in Boston. After being embarrassed by their father’s outburst, the brothers meet up with two girls and abandon Willy at the restaurant.
    When Biff and Happy come home late at night they are chastised by their mother for leaving Willy at the restaurant. Willy comes downstairs and Biff confronts him about the lifestyle and values he had taught him. Biff rejects these values, and Willy sees this as spite. A verbal fight ensues and the argument ends with an emotional scene between Biff and Willy where Biff tells Willy that he loves him. After the argument, everybody except Willy goes to sleep. Willy feels that he has failed in raising Biff and the only way that he can make up for it is to put some money on the table. Since he does not have a job, suicide is his only option. He then leaves the house in his car and crashes it to kill himself.
    Death of a Salesman is one of America’s most debated plays. One topic that is often debated is weather or not the play meets the definition of a true tragedy. Critic Richard Foster says that the play is not a tragedy for two reasons. First, he says that the main character has no stature in society, so the audience, therefore, has no emotional investment in the outcome of the play. To put it in his words: “Willy Loman is a childish and stupid human being, and his societal role of salesman is one of only very minor consequence”(82-83).
    Foster’s point is very weak. He takes his definition of tragedy from Aristotle’s, which is almost two thousand years old and needs to be updated as Miller has done in his essay “Tragedy and the Common Man”:
    I believe that the common man is as apt a subject for tragedy in its highest sense as kings were. On the face of it this ought to be obvious in the light of
    modern psychiatry… which apply to everyone in similar emotional situations. (38)
    Foster’s definition of tragedy comes from a time where only the affluent were educated, and the divide between the classes was much greater than they are today. The plight of the common man was of no interest to the intellectuals of ancient civilization.
    Judging from his comments on Willy Loman it seems as thought Foster has a personal vendetta against his character. The fact that Willy Loman is a family man and not a man of any great social standing makes the audience more sensitive to his dilemma. Anyone can relate to a man who is trying to provide for his family.
    Foster’s other point is that fate does not play a part in the outcome of the story. Again, Foster has made a point without seriously considering the historical context of the play or the background the characters. Willy Loman grew up believing in the American dream. The greatest factor in his life is his obsession with financial success. It blinds him to certain aspects of his life and leads him to lie to himself and to his family about his finical success. Willy is fated to futilely pursue his dreams.
    The reader can see Willy’s infatuation with the American dream in his fantasies about is brother Ben. In Willie’s flashbacks, he is always asking Ben how he achieved such great success. Ben’s answer is always the same: “When I was seventeen I walked into the jungle, and when I was twenty-one I walked out. And, by God, I was rich!”(Miller 1038). This vague answer is the essence of the American dream. The American dream has never been a clear-cut path, but the general idea is to get rich, quick in a capitalist economy. To Willy, his brother is the American dream personified. These
    fantasies about his brother show just how obsessed Willy is with the American dream.
    In another one of the flashbacks involving Ben, Willy recalls telling him how rugged Biff is. Ben decides to test this and starts a boxing match with Biff. Ben then trips Biff and pins him down with the tip of his umbrella. Ben then says “Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You’ll never get out of the jungle that way”(Miller 1036). This is the ugly side of the American dream, the side that Willy does not comprehend and is, therefore, fated to fail.
    The Point is made again when Charley talks to Willy about why he was fired from his job:
    Willy: That snotnose. Imagine that? I named him. I named him Howard.
    Charley: Willy, when’re you gonna realize that them things don’t mean anything? You named him Howard, but you can’t sell that. The
    only thing you got in this world is what you can sell. And the funny thing is that you’re a salesman, and you don’t know that.
    Willy: I’ve always tried to think otherwise, I guess. I always felt that
    if a man was impressive, and well liked, that nothing----
    Charley: Why must everybody like you? (Miller 1064)
    Willy is most concerned with being well liked by his customers. He thinks that if a salesman is merely well liked, wealth and success will follow. As Charley points out, no direct correlation can be made between being well liked and being a successful businessman. Willy cannot understand this and is thus fated to fail at his dream of wealth and success.
    During the confrontation between Willy and Biff, Willy tells Biff that he thinks what Biff is saying is out of spite. At the end of the argument, Willy realizes that Biff Loves him:
    Willy: Loves me. (Wonderingly.) Always loved me. Isn’t that a remarkable thing? Ben, he’ll worship me for it!
    Ben (with promise): It’s dark there, but full of diamonds.
    Willy: Can you imagine that magnificence with twenty thousand dollars in his pocket? (Miller 1088)

    Once Willy realizes that Biff loves him, he decides that the only way to make up for all of the mistakes he made in raising Biff is by killing himself so Biff and the family can receive the insurance money. In the end, Willy’s fatherly love drives him to suicide, which makes him a tragic figure.
    Even thought Richard Foster uses the classical definition of tragedy put fourth by Aristotle, his definition is outdated. Through consumerism, mass culture, and public education, people of all classes are now able to express themselves publicly and are able to reach a greater audience than has ever been possible. Tragedy in a modern drama cannot be limited to a certain class of individuals. To do so would be snobbery.
    As critic Steven Centola puts it:
    Willy must ultimately be appreciated for valuing so highly the family and his role as a father. Even though he has misconceptions about this role, his inspiring pursuit of his forever elusive identity as the perfect father makes him a tragic figure.
    The story of Willy Loman’s demise includes the two most important aspects of a tragic figure. Because of his personality, which dictates how he deals with his customers, he is fated not to succeed at being a salesman. Fate is the first major ingredient for a tragic figure. The other aspect is the tragic flaw, a virtue gone too far. His fatherly love for Biff is his ultimate undoing. Not only does his tragic flaw allow him to lead his son astray, it gives him a reason to justify killing himself.

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    Works Cited
    Centola, Steven R. “Family Values In Death of a Salesman.” C.L.A. Journal 37.1 (1993): 29-41.
    Foster, Richard. “Confusion and Tragedy.” Hurrel. 82-88.
    Hurrel, John. Two Modern American Tragedies. New York: Scribners 1961.
    Miller, Arthur. Death of a Salesman. Literature: A Portable Anthology. Ed. Janet Gardener, et al. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin’s, 2004. 1012-1090.
    ---,---. “Tragedy and the Common Man.” Hurrel. 38-40.
    Monday, April 12th, 2004
    1:08 pm
    I'm INSANE!!
    I've been trying to get a Saturday off for a long time so that I can go to Amherst to see Amy and Phil. Every time I get someone to agree to cover my Saturday shift, they quit. This upcoming week is going to be the best/worst week of my life. I have tickets to 4 Redsox games. A Midterm test, and Two papers due on friday. AND is supposed to rain all week. Fuck that! Rain is for assholes. Anyhow. I've got all my shit done for England. I just have to pick up my Recommendation from LeSota then turn it in at the Center for International Education. yup. By the way...... My AIM name GCamia816 was suspended. My new screen name is redsoxseezuntix. My new screen name Points out why I am superior to everyone in the world, especially Pedro "my vagina hurts" Martinez. SUCKMAHASS!(wass sorry I couldn't be the lunchman today)........SUCKMAHASS!!!!!!!!!!!
    Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
    10:52 pm
    I have so Many Red Sox tickets......
    I WIPE MY ASS WITH THEM YOU STUPID FUCK!
    Wednesday, November 26th, 2003
    4:40 pm
    adsf
    Yaaaa SUCK!
    Tuesday, November 25th, 2003
    11:36 pm
    So.
    Was it all Really worth all the Pain? Was it? Yes. I think it was.


    Today I didn't go to class. It pisses me off too much. So Instead I packed for home and now nobody is here. Things have changed for me. I don't feel like the same person. I think thats a good thing. Now It's like I live 2 lives. My life in Quincy, wich is strange for me. Old friends. Old times. Old Memories. Old Life. Different life. Now I live, what seems like to me, a completly different life. I'm now at "home" with my parents in Quincy. But I don't feel at home, I feel like a stranger in my own house and with my old friends too. I mean, there's some friendships that are just timless, friends who are like brothers to me. But the others seem to be just drifting away. Going their own ways. Doing different things. Or doing the Same Old thing. I guess i'm just Different. I don't know how, but I am. I don't Look for happiness in other people. But I seem distant and uncaring to some. I don't look forward to getting fucked up. I guess there's no Negative side to that. I like reading and writing more than I did in the past. I appreciate Tom Waits, all of his songs even the "Weird" ones more than I ever did before. Ninjas are the Ultimate life form. I think I'll be a ninja. Duece and I got a lighting job that will end us up in Ireland. We will be up on some Riverdance shit. Quality.
    Thursday, November 20th, 2003
    5:37 pm
    Wow!
    Last Night I had a Dream that was a Political Metaphor. It was really weird. Killin' babies and all that shit.
    Monday, November 17th, 2003
    5:22 pm
    Sunday, August 17th, 2003
    2:46 am
    Um.
    Today was my birthday. Danny and Michell were very nice to me. It was cool of them. I feel lame. It must be because i'm in Limbo. Limbo is so gay. Mom said she would get me A George W. Bush action Figure as soon as they came out. I can't wait. Me and GW are going to do everything together.
    Sunday, August 3rd, 2003
    3:38 am
    Stripers Coke Beers and Guitars!
    Need I say more? Sorry edzo for not showing at your house. redsox lost anyways, I would have just ended up breaking somefin' anyways, you know me. good look on grabbing that camera the other night by the way. WOW!!!! I am WIDE AWAKE!!!!!!
    Tuesday, July 8th, 2003
    11:23 am
    Q: What's better than working with a bunch of Drug Addicts, Alchoholics, and Retards?
    A: NOTHING



    I was chillin' with the guy from the meat room the other day. He's fucked. He's on all kinds of drugs. I walked in and Handed him the COD order, and the dude set it on fire. Then he called me a pussy for not wanting to play "Cabin Boy" with him. I was like "Whatever". Then, we were having a smoke break later on, and he was like "I need Drugs" then he called "Out Patient Care" to try and refill his subscription. They put him on hold and he started singing: "Smoking Reefer, Drinking Beers, Beating the Shit out of Queers". This guy is the real deal. He's off the hook.

    Current Mood: chill
    Current Music: On Your Own-Blur-The Best Of (Disc 1)
    Monday, July 7th, 2003
    12:42 am
    Salem Has a Pissah Music Scene.
    But I'm not 21. So All I can do Is sit outside Bars and listen. I need an ID. Does anybody have any Ideas???????/ ANYBODY!?!?!?!?!?!?!? (eddie)

    Current Mood: angry
    Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
    11:15 pm
    Fuck Nomar
    Fuck Nomar.

    Current Mood: angry
    Current Music: Fuck Nomar.
    11:16 am
    Crosby's is out of Controll.
    Today the ex-skinhead guy hucked a ball of plastic wrap at Juana and called her a stupid bitch. She ran out of the store. I almost peed my pants I was laughing so hard. Then, one of the retarted guys was putting away an order that was on a rolling cart. So this other guy who works in grocery was hid behind the rolling cart pushing it too and fro. The retarted guy was so confused. That place is off the hook. So many people deserve to be fired from that place.

    Current Mood: angry
    Current Music: Right Out Of Your Hand-Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds-Nocturama
    Monday, June 30th, 2003
    11:17 pm
    Who SUCKS?!?!?!?!
    Guess!!!

    Current Mood: angry
    Current Music: Parklife-Blur-The Best Of (Disc 1)
    11:37 am
    Please join me in a Moment of silence
    Man Wielding Sword Kills 2, Wounds 3 in Grocery

    Police shot and killed a sword-wielding man after he slashed and killed two former co-workers and wounded three other people at a supermarket where he used to bag groceries.







    As we mourn the loss of a true ninja.

    Current Mood: triste
    Current Music: Still In Love-Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds-Nocturama
    Sunday, June 29th, 2003
    12:48 am
    Road
    So there. I see it. A longandwindingtwistingroad leading into light or dark. But is it light? Or is it Dark? The light in here makes it so hard to tell. Haha. Double V. Double U. Double back. Back to the road. The road can change, but there is only one road. Sure there are tributraries and forks and turns, but none of the matters, there is only one road. Afganistan. It reaches many places. It reaches many minds, many deathsicklyillgrossdisgustingporkchopeatingBrain. Ha ha. You'd like that, wouldn't you. True, you can find it there. But will you find it if you look? You might! But will you keep it if you look? Will you smoke em' if you got em'? Will you go away?.... Please? Maybe not. Too much longing leads to too much dependence and too much dependence leads to a lack of independence and a lack of independence leads to violence. So what. "Violence is good" we say "Violence is accecptable" we say. And so it is, for if we say, it must be, because we must believe. If we don't believe, we don't exist and must be shotburriedkiddnapedstabbedanddestroyed. Being GAYGAYGAY. You LOVE to be gay. Yes. You LOVE it in the ass. Yes. You LOVE to lick carpet. Yes. You LOVE to play with dildo's. Yes. Love's the greatest thing. No. Masochism. It has been said. But it has not been believed. It must be seen to be believed. Of course. We would have it no other way. Not by many, but an apple in the mouth is an apple out the ass, you know how they say. By believed I mean truly believed. Not what you think believed, but believing that comes from actuall experience(Like FUCKING). The more you think, the more you don't think, the more you don't think, the more dote you become. Protect your neck, NIGGA! (Cracka!) It depends on the pigment.

    Current Music: With or Without You-U2
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