February 26, 2015

Essay: Do You Believe in Magic?

When it comes to folklore and mythology, there is an important role that magic and mysterious supernatural influences plays. In my humble opinion, whenever everything in a story is completely realistic within the mythology realm, it really discredits the "myth" part of it. If everything were completely believable, it would just be a story. In The Monkey King Sun Wu Kung this is no different.

First of all, the fact that the Monkey King was born out of an egg out of a magical rock? The story's magical element is starting off strong. He becomes king and eventually goes on a journey to try and gain immortality. He becomes an understudy of a saint, eventually gaining all sorts of magical powers (such as the ability to change himself into a tree, or gaining the ability to fly or even creating hundreds of little monkeys to attack a devil).

In this particular story, I feel like magic plays an irreplaceable role. Whenever someone obtains the ability to perform magic, in this case it is Sun, her or she automatically gains in authority and leadership. People, or apes, will be in awe of your ability to do something they can't. In my opinion, this is true of anything in life- although no I do not believe in magic, for the record. Whenever you possess a talent or an ability that someone else does not, that person will automatically respect you in a new way. Typically, respect is needed in order to have authority and leadership.

Basically, what I take away from the magical element of this story, is that if I possess a talent or a skill that the person next to me does not, I have the choice to use it for good or for bad as a leader. Sun does both in this story. He uses it to protect his ape kingdom in The Devil-King but uses it as a means of entitlement in The Dragon Queen. Personally, I would rather use the gifts or abilities I have to help the people around me!

One of the ways I hope to use my talents for good is to build water wells, or at least help institute sustainable water systems in underdeveloped countries!
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Storytelling Week 7: The Repercussions of Entitlement

The daughter sat under her cream-colored, lace curtain as she heard a soft knock at the door. Her princess room was a dazzling shade of magical pink that made her skin look a little softer as the paint reflected off the walls. She opened the door to her father standing there as he scooped her up and asked if he was late to the tea party.


Delighted, she hurried to prepare a tea party for her handsome 'prince,' for she did not know he was coming today! She carefully set out the plastic china that she had received for her seventh birthday, and pulled out a way-too-small chair for her father to sit on. And so the tea party was in session!


The daughter wanted to make sure that her father had the warmest reception, so she offered up her finest Earl Gray, gave him the choicest of biscuits, and gave him her favorite lace handkerchief. He seemed pleased with the honor she showed him.

                                   
Earl Grey tea in raw form.
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Conversation flowed, pleasantries exchanged, and the father asked his daughter if she had any books he could read her. She happily ran to her white bookshelf and picked up her favorite picture book, proudly holding it out to her father.


Little did she know that in the time it took her to pick out the book, something had shifted in her father, as it always did. He was no longer smiling.


"Not that book."


Terror entered as the tone shifted in her father's voice; she walked back to the bookshelf and picked up a different book, desperately hoping that he would snap out of it.


"You've got to be kidding me. No one wants to read that book to you. You have the worst taste in books."


She hated when he lost patience. She never knew when she would get her 'prince charming' or her 'worst nightmare' father. She tried once more to hand him a book they had read together a thousand times.


"Whatever, I'm done with you. You aren't worth my time."


Inwardly pleading for the prince charming part of her father to come back she fought back tears, praying that if nothing else he would at least leave before it escalated.


“Wwhat do you want fwom me, Daddy?” the daughter trembled.


“Oh now you ask what I want? I want you to shut up and stop bothering me.” the father boomed.


He took one more glance around and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The daughter gasped a sigh of relief and desperation. She didn’t know what it was that he wanted, or how she was to please him; all she knew was that she was terrified and that she shouldn’t play around with her father.

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Author’s Note: This story is based off The Dragon-King story from The Chinese Fairy book ed. by R. Wilhelm and translated by Frederick H. Martens in 1921. In the original story, the ape king has secured his immortality and he goes to find a weapon worthy of his greatness. He goes to the dragon-king that lives nearby, and the dragon-king receives him well and shows Sun Wu Kung his best weapons. None of them satisfy Sun, and he demands better. He then finds a weapon he likes, and then demands a set of armor. This story really changed my opinion of Sun because I felt that he was extremely rude, showing up to a stranger and demanding that the stranger give him the best of the best gifts. The dragon-king did his best to satisfy, but at the end of the story he was left trembling in fear of Sun Wu. In my story, I set it up as a father and a daughter as the main characters. The daughter represents the dragon-king and receives her father (Sun) really well, but at the end he turns selfish, rude, and causes the daughter to fear his volatile actions.


February 25, 2015

Reading Diary A: The Monkey King Sun Wu Kung

The firs half of The Monkey King Sun Wu Kung was a delight! I really like the progression of this story because there is no choppiness between stories. Each story generally picks up where the last one left off.

The Monkey King is about a monkey who was born out of a magic egg that was in a magical rock under the heavens. He grew up in "unconstrained play" just like a normal ape, but quickly he was unable to hide his greatness. He became king after finding the ape community a cave they could dwell in forever. He then grows unsatisfied when he realizes that at some point he will have to die, so he goes on a journey to find immortality. Eventually, he gets trained by a saint to be great in mysterious and magical ways. Sun then returns to his ape kingdom and is greeted with favor. He then goes on other adventures, invoking fear in any who dare to challenge him.

I think one of my favorite parts of this story is at the beginning in The Great Sea whenever The Monkey King has an internal crisis over seeking truth. He is told," That you have hit upon this thought, O King, shows the desire to search for truth has awakened you!" So he goes on a journey to find truth. I think a lot of people can relate to this because there are a lot of moments where the tasks to which we have set ourselves seem futile in light of the grandeur of life! I find it very important to seek truth about the world and how it works- whatever that looks like for you!

I also like the part in Sun Wu Kung Gets His Name where, like the title says, he gets his name! I just think names are so important. Names define you in a way, makes you someone and when people call you by name it screams familiarity! So of course Sun was full of joy when he got his name! He was a Sun, not just an magic rock monkey anymore!

Hey, I found Truth! Taken in San Francisco.
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February 19, 2015

Extra Reading Diary: African Stories

SO GLAD I chose the extra reading unit. I read African Stories (Lang) Unit for my extra readings this week. I've discovered that I enjoy units where stories continue from one to the next as opposed to them being individual works.

Overall, this half unit was mainly about the trickster, Jackal. It shows him being clever, being shamed, and eventually being defeated. The adventure continues with stories of his two just-as-clever sons.

Jack-attack-al.
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At the very beginning of the unit, however, there is a story from Mozambique (one of the countries I am in love with) called Motikatika. This story features a family with a mother, father, and baby son. One thing I found crazy was that the mother was caught by an ogre, and in order to get away from it, she offers the ogre her son to eat. Wait, what? You were scared of an ogre so you told it that it could eat your son? Ya CRAZY! Worst mother award. 

I also thought that for such a good trickster, the jackal had a pretty lame death in The Adventures of Jackal (end). He was with his good friend hedgehog, who had actually warned him that the sheep was a vicious, jackal-eating greyhound, but he didn't listen. So then the hedgehog ran and the jackal got eaten. Outtricked the trickster, eh greyhound? 

Pretty sweet stories, these are! I'd highly recommend them if you need a quick read. 

Week 6 Storytelling: Tar-Baby Fights Back


Author's Note: I am choosing to put this at the beginning because I think it will really help whoever is having to read this! I chose to rewrite The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story (from the Brer Rabbit unit) from the story Uncle Remus: His Songs and His Sayings written in dialect by Joel Charles Harris in 1881. I attempted to write in similar dialect, which was an extreme challenge. In the original story, Brer Fox makes a baby out of tar and Brer Rabbit comes up and tries to talk to him. He ends up getting mad and hitting him and getting his hands stuck. My story was the same up until this point, but then I made Tar-Baby come to life and teach the rival pair of Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox a lesson by leaving them with their hands stuck together with tar at the end!

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Brer Fox was tired o Brer Rabbit playin all dose tricks on him all da time, he got 'im an idea. He know Brer Rabbit was gon be com hiss away, so Brer Fox got hisself som dat tar en made a baby.


First he crafted some dem legs en arms, en den he placed dem onto da body. He made a lil baby face en even put a hat he got from ol Sis Hen on topo da baby. He quickly placed da Tar-Baby on da sido road jussin time. Brer Fox hid in da bushes behind da Tar-Baby so he could see er'din happen.

Brer Rabbit was com down da road when he see da Tar-Baby sitting der.


"Mawnin fren! Goodun wedder today righ?" No response from de Tar-Baby. Brer Fox lay low in de bushes silent.


"I said mawnin' to yer..." Brer Rabbit sezzee. "Can you not talk er nuttin?" No response from de Tar-Baby. Brer Fox lay low still.


"Are yer deaf? Do yer need me to talk louder? I kin if yer wan'!" yelled Brer Rabbit. Tar-Baby sez nuttin. Menwill, Brer Fox still lay low.


"Are yer one o dem rich ones? Are yer too gerduh talk to simple folk like me?" sezzee him. Tar-Baby jus sat der silent. Brer Fox lay low even still.


“I’m gon lern yer a lesson, yes I am. You need ter lerna talk to ‘spectubble folk like me!” So Brer Rabbit reared back as far he cud, tryin ter lern Ter-Baby a lesson by stickin him a good un.


SLAM! An jus like dat Brer Rabbit wen an got his hand stuck right der in da Tar-Baby. He got so mad dat he slam his other fist righ in de odder side o dat Tar-Baby. Whadduyer know dat Brer Rabbit gon get his odder fist stuck too! Menwill, Brer Fox is tryin ter keep all his chuckles inside as he watch all dis happen.


Brer Rabbit had his last nerve and reared back ter smack de Tar-Baby right in der head with his own. Jus as he was bout ter do dis, Tar-Baby stood up. Brer Fox watch in ‘stonishmunt. Tar-Baby stood a whole head higher den Brer Rabbit.


Tremblin’ Brer Rabbit sez, “Tar-Baby, I’m sorry I din know yer wer listnin der whole time ter me. Why din you respond?”


“I know yer wuz gon try to hit me cuz I know bout yer temper. Dis way after yer hit me I would have yer hands all tied up!” sezzee Tar-Baby. And lo and behold he wuz right! Brer Rabbit couldn’t move his hands cuz dey were all caught up in de tar.


Jus den Brer Fox comes out of de bushes. “How did dis happen, Tar-Baby? I was tryin ter play a trick on ‘im and yer gon played one on me!” sezzee.



Den Tar-Baby grabbed Brer Fox and pulled ‘im over ter where Brer Rabbit was. Tar-Baby took bo der hands and sum of his ver own tar and put it right der in tween and ‘roun der hands. Den he wriggled loose from both Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox.


Tar-Bab walked away from bo dem and left dem standin der in middle of de road, walking han-in-han an hatin err secon of it.





Brer Rabbit and Tar-Baby

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February 18, 2015

Reading Diary A: Brer Rabbit

Brer Rabbit it is this week! What a challenge! I am doing a rabbit-themed Storybook this semester so I figured it would be worth it to do one of the Brer Rabbit units, since he is going to be a character in my storybook post in a few days!

Due to a booked schedule and some unexpected events, I was only able to read the first half of the unit. I will say this was a challenge for me because of the dialect used. I ended up having to read it out loud a few times before I could understand what each character was saying.

My favorite story was a bit of a cliché for Brer Rabbit, but it is called The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story, and it is just that: wonderful. Brer Rabbit had previously played a trick on Brer Fox, so Brer Fox is in retaliation mode. He crafts a baby out of tar, and up walks Brer Rabbit. Getting frustrated at the lack of animation from the tar baby, he tried to attack it only to find out his arm got stuck in the tar! He gets even angrier until both arms and his head is caught in the tar! Meanwhile, Brer Fox is in the bushes watching all this transpire, and eventually he can't handle it and bursts out laughing.

I just liked this story because it was one of a good prank. If you know me, you know I love pranks. Granted, I have never crafted a tar baby, but the idea is the same. I love a good trick!


London version of a dapper Brer Rabbit.
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February 16, 2015

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February 12, 2015

Essay: Manly Man

One universal symbol of men.
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I've learned something. Maybe not so much learned as was given a fresh perspective, but was enlightened nonetheless. There is something to manhood. I'll never really know for myself (because I'm not a man, duh) but there is something that turns a boy into a man. Not male. Biology makes you a male. But a man. What REALLY makes a man "a man?" 

I feel like, in Twenty-Two Goblins, Ryder tapped into this in some way! Particularly in The Four Scientific Suitors and The General's Wife.

In The Four Scientific Suitors, there is a girl whose beauty is known throughout the land. She has no interest in marrying royally, but simply asks for a man who is good-looking and is accomplished in one science. Four suitors come by, all showing off their own abilities according to his science. The one found worthy for her to marry was the swordsman because "[o]f course she should be given to the warrior Swordsman who had some manhood with his science." (The Four Scientific Suitors)

What skills accompany a warrior swordsman? Bravery. Valiance. Fearlessness. The list goes on and on. Manhood is attached to these and qualities alike! Not that these things, or a lack thereof, defines that quality of a person- but if you ask any girl out there, you better believe she wants a brave one! A fearless one! A protector!

In the General's Wife, there is a woman whose beauty far surpasses any around. The king sends out a crew to the girl, asking them to report back about her quality. They lied and told him there was something wrong with her. She then marries the General. Years later, the king sees her on a balcony and falls madly in love at first sight. He was angered to hear that his crew had lied about her beauty. As an honorable servant, the general offers up his wife to the king, but the king would have none of it. The kind refuses and says:

"I am a king. How can I do such a wicked thing? If I should transgress, who would be virtuous? You are devoted to me. Why do you urge me to a sin which is pleasant for the moment but causes great sorrow in the next world? If you abandon your wedded wife, I shall not pardon you. How could a man in my position overlook such a transgression? It is better to die." (The General's Wife)

I find his response so encouraging. It's true- if the ruler of a land transgresses so blatantly, how can he ask his people to refrain from the deplorable? The leader sets the standard. Manhood, again, demands these qualities. Leadership and valiance. 

I guess it is just cool to me to read about the qualities that make a boy become a man. Yes, there are many more out there- but these stories aren't too far off on some things!

Storytelling Week 5: A Love to Produce

It was a little after noon one breezy June day, and she sauntered in so unsuspectingly. Careful, she was. Taking care to gather everything she needed, she packed each item efficiently around her. It was time. She grabbed a hold of her rod, pushed with all of her might and was off.


He’d arrived that same day. The ship he had came off was crowded, with others like him and many of different color. Although he was of the same descent, he looked different than even his own kind, rejected in a way. He wasn’t too sure about his new station, and hoped it would be different. It was a new place with new dreams. Would he be chosen for greatness?


She started at a good pace, occasionally stopping to take in her surroundings, sometimes even taking samples. She seemed to be on a specific mission- she would pick things up and examine them closely, only to put them right back or to grab even more samples. She neared the area where he was standing, clueless that she was so proximal to her destiny.


He was in a room with all of his comrades, this room much different than any other he’d ever seen. There were people all around, curious they seemed. It had been a long time since he had seen a people like this. Feeling uncomfortable about his obvious inability to measure up to the guys next to him, he tried to shift to make himself more attractive to those who happened to glance his way. Several people had come by and tried to interact with him, only to look away quickly or to have their face go sour at the sight of him.


It was at that moment she saw him. She’d sworn to never deal with his kind. She’d been around those similar, and didn’t like her dealings with them. But how could she resist? He wasn’t the best looking in the bunch, no, but there was a sort of magnetism about him that demanded her interest.


In came Enemy, under the cover of “just doing his job.” He watched as Enemy swept in like a hawk, giving a fatal blow to another guy only a few rows down. Enemy’s hand neared, and fear swept over him like a rushing wind. No, not today. I will be chosen for greatness- I will not end my days like this!


She saw Enemy trying to destroy her love. “NO! STOP!” she cried. Not today, Enemy can not destroy this love that can so easily produce these deep feelings in her. Reaching out her hand, she barely stopped Enemy from coming in with the deadly kill. Looking right at him, she teared up at the thought of losing her love.


Enemy backed off. She gladly reached for that perfectly-sized, rough-in-appearance, deep-green avocado that had caught her eye from across the produce section.

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Author's Note: This story is loosely based on The Girl and the Thief from the book Twenty-Two Goblins translated by Arthur W. Ryder and illustrated by Perham W. Nahl in 1917. Granted, the original story wasn't about a woman who laid eyes on a perfect avocado, but the basics are the same. 

The original story talks about a girl who swears she will never marry. At that time, a thief came and plundered the city, taking everything and killing many. The thief was finally caught and was being dragged to slaughter whenever the girl saw him for the first time. She immediately fell in love with him, and swore that if they didn't let him go she would kill herself rather than live lovesick. He ends up dying and she was going to burn herself on the funeral pyre with him when the favor of the gods allowed him to live. They lived happily ever after. In my version, the thief is the avocado (unloved by those around him) and the girl is the woman who spots the avocado. The Enemy in my story represents a grocer who is just doing his job in removing the produce that doesn't look appealing to customers! I thought this was a fun, creative way to rewrite this already-fun story!


There he was, the perfect avocado that caught her eye from across the store.
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February 11, 2015

Reading Diary B: Twenty-Two Goblins

The second half of Twenty-Two Goblins seemed similar to the first, and very entertaining! I thought it was an interesting way to end the story wight he monk dying, but, nevertheless, it was a good story. In all honesty, I should shave seen a weird ending coming!

My two favorite stories from the second half were The Girl and the Thief and The General's Wife.

The former I enjoyed because it ended happily! So many of these stories end with death or grief, and I liked that the girl's sacrifice led to her favor with the gods to bring her lover back to life. It ends with everyone enjoying everyone else. It's a story of redemption!

The latter was entertaining because it had central themes of honor and virtue, which we don't see in kings in a lot of other stories. Especially in mythology, you see the gods take whomever they want for themselves and are caught up in vanity and entitlement. This story was neat because the king honored virtue over pleasure! I like the note at the top that compares it to the biblical story of David and Bathsheba, because I noticed so many similarities!

David on the throne, very similar to the King in The General's Wife.
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February 9, 2015

Reading Diary A: I don't know about you, but I'm Feeling Twenty-Two, Goblins that is.

I read Twenty-Two Goblins from Indian folklore for this week! It's about a king who is on a mission to retrieve a body for a monk. The king finds the body, but it is held captive by a goblin. The only way to rid the body of the goblin is by outwitting the goblin's riddles.

The first six riddles were rather entertaining in my not-so-professional opinion. I think the whole setting of the story is a bit strange, but I've come to realize that strange is normal in mythology. There is no realistic setting for a tale. My favorite story from the first half was The Four Scientific Suitors.

This story is about a beautiful girl who wants a husband who is good-looking (I'm right there with her!) and is skilled in one area of science. For instance, there is one who makes clothing, a farmer, a warrior, and one who can raise dead to life (kind of?). Which one should be her husband? The king is smart and says the warrior, because he at least has some manhood in his science. It ends with this quote: "Discouragement never enters the brave heart of a resolute man." I like this quote because it makes me feel as if the young, lovely lady gets to marry a manly man. One who is not discouraged easily, and carries with his science a little valor. That's a victory in my book!

Mighty swordsman and future husband of the lovely girl.
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February 7, 2015

Famous Last Words: Week 4

Well, here I am in need. In need of some extra credit and some good ol' reflection time. This is the first "Famous Last Words" post I've done, but quite frankly I am sad I am just now doing it. One, it would help me organize my thoughts. Two, it would help my grade! That's a win-win if I've ever heard of one!

I'm just going to reflect on the first month of this class since this is my first post like this. This class is challenging, that's for sure! I am a person who would rather throw all technology out the window, run into the woods and just live outdoors forever. The wild in me, and me in the wild. Not necessarily, but I am going through a steep learning curve with having to use blogging, Pinterest, website-making, etc. This semester also started at 100mph for me, so the whole "getting ahead" thing... yeah, not working out so far. I plan to, oh yes, I plan to. But we'll see how that goes come week 14. Hopefully extra credit stuff like this will help!

I don't want to seem like a negative Nancy, though. I am loving the writing aspect of this class. I enjoy writing a lot, actually. No, not professionally or as a grammar Nazi or anything. Just writing. Words are powerful! I am not sure who came up with the saying, "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Bull. Words have the power to tear down or build up. Let's do our best to make it the latter, can we?

So to whomever is reading this, if anyone, or maybe even to myself as I write this: You. Are. Incredible. I don't need to know who you are to say that, because I have a hunch that everyone has something good to give. So take heart, you are a world-changer. Be yourself and contribute to this crazy world, everyone else is taken and we need a little more of you, anyway!


This past week I got to eat at Vast on the top of the Devon Tower for a petroleum conference!
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February 5, 2015

Storytelling Week 4: The Floor is Lava!

The boat rocked and reeled on the stormy seas as Sinda and his crew tried their best to dampen the impact. It proved to no avail, seeing as seconds later a screeching howl indicated the instantaneous deterioration of their not-so-faithful ship. Clinging to the wreckage, Sinda yelled for his crew to do the same. The stores eventually calmed and the current swept the crew away, praying for life as their fates lay at the mercy of the sea.
There were about fifteen crew members that managed to survive, but the shipwreck proved to be the least of their perils. After days they ended up landing on an uninhabited island that was hostile and unwelcoming. Coming onshore they were just grateful for dry land underneath their soles. After resting and consuming what was left of their stores, the crew now explored their new home. Every direction gave them sight of jagged ebony that made it near impossible to walk at a favorable pace, and no one had ever seen anything like it.
Rumble. Rumble.
The crew trembled. "What is going on that the earth itself mocks us with laughter?" Sinda thought to himself. At that instant, steaming red liquid shot out of a remote orifice in the mountain. It flowed in every direction, consuming any vegetation that dared spring up since the last eruption. The crew sprinted for safety, but found no place that served as a respite from the hungry red lava. Sinda spotted a colossal boulder and screamed for his crew to run to safety. Only eight of the men made it in time.
The eruption endured, and the crew was trapped.
The wreck caused the crew to lose all of ther food stores, save that which was in the pockets of the men, and those were minimal at best. The lava kept flowing, the men kept waiting. Starvation came and took another of the men.
Sinda knew that he had to make a plan if he and his crew were to be spared. He began to study the rock around his, noticing the makeup of it was rather platy and resistant to destruction from the lava. He then studied the flow streams of the lava, and calculated a careful path back to the edge of the island where they first landed. He knew it was a long shot, but what else could he do? He picked up a rock off the ground and carefully began chipping away at the edges of the boulder until pieces the size of a plate chipped off. He was chipping off plates one-by-one, and after giving six to each of the men he was chipping away at his own plate. He hit a little too hard, and just as the last plate came off the boulder cracked and began to disintegrate.
"GO!" yelled Sinda.
The crew had no choice but threw the plates down and began their surfing career. Luckily, the lava wasn't flowing too fast, so most of the crew could maintain their balance. One man, however, was not  so lucky, and fell into the burning lava. At his amazement, Sinda and the five remaining crew members made it back to the ship wreckage, quickly grabbing ahold and flinging themselves into the water. They didn't realize that the island that offered safety from the sea would bring even greater peril.
The crew was back at sea, and to their astonishment a ship came by within the first few hours of being afloat. Hospitable crew it was, to take in Sinda and his mates. Upon arriving home, Sinda swore he would never dare such a task again.
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Author's Note:  This story is based on Sindbad's Third Voyage from The Arabian Nights' Entertainment by Andrew Lang illustrated by H.J. Ford in 1898. In the original story, Sindbad and his crew, much like Sinda, get shipwrecked onto an island. Their enemy in the original story is a giant that eats one of their crew members every night. Sindbad comes up with a plan to escape the giant’s lair and a few of his crew manage to escape to the rafts in the sea.
The two stories aren’t exactly the same, but I will be honest, I didn't know how to rewrite any of Sindbad's voyage and still maintain that sense of adventure that are in the original stories. I tried to keep a few things the same, such as the dangerous shipwreck and escaping just in the nick of time. I also decided to leave it in a dangerous, adventurous setting. Changing the main threat from a predator like a giant to a more natural force makes this story unique. The picture of the lava has now significance other than the fact that it looks menacing!
I also found that in many of Sindbad’s voyages, he just so happens to come across favorable situations- so I made this happen at the end of my story as well by them happening to come across a ship to take them so safety.



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February 3, 2015

Reading Diary B: Sindbad to the Bone

The second half of the Voyages of Sindbad proved to be just as entertaining as the first. Because a lot of you probably did not read this for your reading this week, although I hope you choose it for next week, I will provide for you a formula for each voyage of Sindbad's.

1. Sindbad is discontent to just sit around, and realizes yet again his strong love of adventure
2. He sets out with a crew to go trade with other lands
3. Misfortune comes
4. He regrets leaving his comfortable home
5. He either by luck or by being clever escapes misfortune
6. His rescuers fall in love with his stories
7. He is given or works for great riches
8. He voyages back home and gives money to the poor
9. He vows to never leave his home again

Rinse, wash, repeat. That may seem boring to you, but really it's kind of fun to see how creative these stories are, trying to guess how he is going to escape peril this time! People love happy endings, what a joy that we get to read seven of them!

My favorite parts of the second half of the reading come from the Seventh Voyage, where Sindbad's ship is taken over by pirates and he is sold as a slave. His owner asks:

"Tell me," said he, "can you shoot with a bow?"

I replied that this had been one of the pastimes of my youth, and that doubtless with practice my skill would come back to me.


I know this seems insignificant, but think about it! This is a guy whose renown extends far beyond his homeland. But what I love about him is that he doesn't play the victim card. He realizes that bad things happen, but makes the best of it! He has resolve, just like is shown here. He has more riches than ten times his owner's, yet he doesn't pitch a fit, and is determined to do his best at the task at hand. I feel like this is part of the reason he gets so much favor from the people he meets. He is not a proud guy, he is just a guy who works hard and loves having fun!

Sindbad the sailor takes on the mighty sea!
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Reading Diary A: Sindbad yet so good!

I chose to read the Voyages of Sindbad for this week's reading! I think that this might be my favorite reading I have done so far!

The first half covers the first four of the seven voyages. Each of his voyages contain death, adventure, riches, and discontent with life. As weird as it may sound, I feel like I relate to Sindbad in some ways! He is someone who really loves adventure, and gets bored too easy. He is not after riches, although those do tend to follow him wherever he goes. These stories also depict humans as kind people, which is refreshing to read! I'll include some quotes from some of these voyages to help you understand why Sindbad rocks!

The very first story, First Voyage, opens up with this quote:

I had inherited considerable wealth from my parents and, being young and foolish, I at first squandered it recklessly upon every kind of pleasure, but presently, finding that riches speedily take to themselves wings if managed as badly as I was managing mine, and remembering also that to be old and poor is misery indeed, I began to bethink me of how I could make the best of what still remained to me.

To me, this shows that Sindbad is different than a lot of the heroes we see in our readings. He reminds me of the prodigal son in some ways, going off and squandering his wealth. But then Sindbad realizes that he needs to be a person of wisdom in order to have a fulfilled life! Another thing I love about this unit is at the end of each voyage he returns home with wealth unmeasureable, and he always gives it away to the poor! He is a generous, adventure-loving guy! Is he single? Just kidding. But check out the end of the Fourth Voyage what he does with his resources:

Again I gave large sums of money to the poor and enriched all the mosques in the city, after which I gave myself up to my friends and relations, with whom I passed my time in feasting and merriment.

He just seems like a great guy, and I can't wait to read the rest of the unit!


Maxfield Parrish's version of the giant in the Third Voyage. It's a little too Rollbounce-esque to me, but I can dig.
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February 2, 2015

This is "Haredly" a Joke: Storybook Styles

Topic: For my storybook, I would like to do something that covers a lot of different geographical areas while still maintaining a central theme. With that, I would like to have a central theme about rabbits! Silly little creatures, these are, and they will tie my entire storybook together (so I am going for more of a frametale here). I know I would like to include some from the African tradition of Brer Rabbit, such as Old Mr. Rabbit, He's a Good Fisherman. Another one I would like to include has Indian roots and depicts the rabbit in a not-as-cunning manner, titled The Foolish, Timid Rabbit.

Bibliography: 
Old Mr. Rabbit, He's a Good Fisherman, from Uncle Remus: His Songs and His Sayings written by Joel Chandler Harris in 1881.
The Foolish, Timid Rabbit, from Jataka Tales by Ellen C. Babbit, illustrated by Ellsworth Young in 1912.

Possible Styles:

Travel:  I think for this style I would have it be told from the perspective of a growing teenage rabbit who is searching out his identity and learning about all of the places rabbits actually live. I think I would set it to where he is going to visit family members in each part of the world, such as Africa for Brer Rabbit and India for the foolish rabbit. He would learn about his family, as well as try to identify with all of the different locations.


Predator: I think it would be interesting to have a cat as the narrator, or some other predator-like animal to the rabbit. He would be in search of a meal, and it could result in a pretty good book. For instance, if he travels to Africa to try and catch Brer Rabbit, Brer Rabbit would trick him out of the meal. Or he would go to India in search of a meal, and encounter the foolish timid rabbit (would the foolish rabbit get away? Stay tuned...) Plus it adds an extra theme and level of excitement to the storybook.

Pet: One idea would be to have a little girl beg her parents to get a pet rabbit. They would agree as long as she put forth effort in researching what types of things rabbits would need in order to have a suitable home. In her research, she could encounter all of the tales from the different countries dealing with rabbits. Each night, she would go to bed and dream about the rabbits she met during her research that day. For instance, she could read some Brer Rabbit tales, then that night she would have a dream that her and her mom went to the rabbit store and ended up with a rabbit just like Brer Rabbit! Sort of taking the original rabbit stories and having them be in same "pet store" setting. It allows for a bit of creativity in writing!

Abstract Narration: This would be a hard one, but I could have the story be written by "Adventure" or "Wisdom." Turning an abstract idea into the narrator, who allows the reader to go to these different places and learn lessons from each of the rabbits he or she witnessed. I don't exactly know how I would do this, but it could be a fun challenge to accept!


One of my favorite rabbits in literature, the one from Alice in Wonderland. I would hope to incorporate this in some way!
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