Okay – I’m bored. And Elshizzle isn’t the only one that can post millions of pointless entries in a day.
Today in Lecture one we were looking at the Connotations and Denotations of images. Perticularly advertising and logos. It took me to the end Seminar to get what codes and myth meant. By which time I was sitting there going “ooooooooh – now that’s what myth was for the Dolce and Gabbana advert was!” *facepalm*.
I didn’t realise myth was the “thing” that people bought into when they saw a sexy image of a man and thought “if I buy their products – I’ll be sexy like that man”. I just thought that was… I duno… Guess I never really had to think that far when I was the gullable (fish) person viewing the advert (not that I wanted to look like a sexy man – I think I do that well when I don’t put my make-up on).
I hate late seminars. It’s fact that kids, by the end of the day, or the lessons after lunch, just don’t concentrate. And the funny thing? It’s the same for students! No late lecture or seminar is anyone really going to be that focused. And yeah, we got treated like children…
Anyway!
Um, we had a guest speaker in on Gun Crime for Lecture two. I swear, Thursdays = depressing. And Ameena wondered why I wanted to go home?! Ha. The only annoying thing is how nearly everyone wants to do gun crime. Yeah thats good if you feel for the sujbect, but it’s so biased because of that speaker. There are other things to campagin about, or more importantly, more important things to worry about.
Hello? Whats up with America wanting bomb Iran? Argh. Don’t they get it? No-one has weapons (no more than you do – I bet on it), and I have yet to see you route out this “evil” you insist is in Afganistan. Like how many years has it been now??
It’s like Cold War 2.
Or if they DO bomb Iran, Turkey will get involved, and you bet your life on it WW3 will break out. Doesn’t anyone learn from the past? The mistakes? Yes yes, the past is the past, some things are best kept back there, but people will never forget, and we owe it to those innocent people who lost their lives the respect to remember what they died for. AND LEARN FROM IT.
I didn’t pay gosh knows what to visit Poland, to visit Aushwitz, to feel what it must have been like, to be shocked to realise that what I felt was barely half of what those poor people felt. Could you imagine the hands to those nail marks scratched into the wall as the helpess victimes in blind fear tried to eascape the gas chambers? Could you?
I didn’t think so.
Could you imagine the feel of impending doom, the unknown, this constant niggling feeling that something wasn’t quite right in the atmosphere, that nothing grows on that land left as a scar, as a reminder, as you stepped along that rail track, where millions of innocents waited, not knowing that this was in fact the end of the line?
Could you stand there and look into that toxic green pool of murky liquid and be told that it infact contains the ashes of millions of innocent Jews who lost their life, and even to this day it is still there, pefectly preserved?
My heart will always skip a beat, my throat will always run try, my breathing will always quicken when I hear the name “Birkenau”.
I suggest we don’t let an abomination like that happen again.
Why must it be that the world learns from something when it happens to them. Are we all robots set on self-destruct?
