...Culture The Land of the Howling... Culture is the totality of people’s lifestyles and life stories. It summarizes one’s place’s history and reflects its civilization. It is an identity. There is no place without culture; there is no society without culture. Without it, there is no existence; no stories to share to future generations. Catanduanes, a small kidney-shaped island in the Pacific, abounds with a conglomeration of folkways and mores which constitute its rich culture. Some of these stories are commendable while others are dishonourable to some extent. Catanduanes has been known as the “Land of the Howling Winds” because of the many strong tropical cyclones that visit it every year and leave it devastated and desolated like a lover forsaken by a beloved. But aside from this epithet affixed to our province which implies its geographical condition and location, are there still other words we can attach to the phrase “Land of the Howling...” which in one way or another will help other people imagine and understand what our province really is? Well, maybe we just need to try. Land of the Howling Pigs and Drunkards Percy Bysshe Shelley in his “Ode to the West Wind” wrote, “O trumpet of the Prophecy, If winter comes, can spring be far behind?’. Cirilo Bautista, that celebrated Filipino poet, wrote in one of his essays, “If summer comes, can teacher seminars be far behind?”. I, on the other hand ask, “If summer comes, can fiestas be far behind?” This is the summer...
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...King Lear Themes Table Themes Act 1 Act 2 Act 3 Act 4 Act 5 Critics Overview Shakespeare's dark tragedy, King Lear begins with the fictional King of England, King Lear, handing over his kingdom to daughters Regan and Goneril whom he believes truly love him. King Lear intends to stay with each daughter consecutively, accompanied by one hundred loyal knights.! Angry that Cordelia his youngest daughter does not appear to love him as do Goneril and Regan, Lear banishes his youngest daughter Cordelia, and Kent, the servant who attempts to defend her. Cordelia leaves and is taken by the King of France as his Queen...! Edmund, the loved but illegitimate son of the Earl of Gloucester plots to have his elder brother Edgar's reputation ruined. Edmund tricks his father Gloucester into believing that Edgar wanted to kill him...! The disrespectful Goneril conspires to have her guest and father, King Lear, driven out of her house.! Kent, who has now disguised his identity to serve King Lear, earns King Lear's respect by defending his name. Goneril offends King Lear and dismisses fifty of his knights. Lear starts to realize Cordelia was not so disrespecting. Lear decides to leave for Regan where he is sure to be treated properly...! Lear instructs Kent to deliver several letters to Gloucester. The Fool teaches Lear several riddles. We learn of possible conflict between evil sisters Regan and Goneril. Edmund further manipulates...
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...Alex wanting to call him back looks at the calendar in the corner of her room and noticed that it’s a full moon on Halloween. Halloween is tomorrow and the night turns to day. October 31 is here. The Wagner’s go to a friend’s house for Halloween Alex decides to stay home and hope nothing happens to her when the moon comes. As Alex is in a fetal position in the corner of her room he hears a knock at the front door. She looks out the window and sees Andrea and Drew shivering in the cold. Alex opens the door “what are you guys doing here?” Drew says “we told you we were coming over today, now let us in its cold out here”. She lets them in and closes the door behind them. “Listen guys you can be here till the sun goes down but then you have to go. Alright!” Alex says. Andrea says “what’s wrong, you know you can tell us” Alex was thinking “NO you don’t know what’s going on I need you to leave I feel the secret coming out what time is it?!?” Alex looks at the clock and its 10: 30. Drew notices something with her face. Alex runs out the front door into the woods. Drew and Andrea chase after her and the moon is bright in the sky almost midnight and everyone knows what happens at midnight. Alex...
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...Original Writing Coursework English Language “Thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine.” The sharp, knife-like corner of my red hooded corduroy jacket scraped the tender flesh of my hand as I squared up to my watch waiting for the tedious hand to reach the number 12. I preferred it when I could see the distance from me to my house, but right now I wasn’t close enough to tell. The tall branches penetrated the foggy indigo sky like daggers, robbing me of my senses and replacing them with fear. The jet black sky crept above me and teased my vision. Columns upon columns of trees postured like a battalion of soldiers, as the wind battled its way through the gaps. My feet trekked over the moist blanket of leaves that had coated the earthy ground. They seemed to take me nowhere. Suspicion hung over my shoulder. The bleak moon beamed down on the broken roof of my isolated house. A full moon. Tales of inhuman activity played games with my conscience. ‘Only one howls in the woods by night.’ A distinctive stench of stale alcohol and burning cigarettes stole my breath and strangled my lungs as soon as I entered the door of my abandoned house, as I watched my Dad forcing himself into oblivion. My stomach clenched as I took a heavy gulp, my head span and cheeks ripened. Imaginary smoke charged furiously out of my ears. “Dad, have you...
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...Carter's Pov: (After she leaves the pack house) "You can't reject him forever Carter" Rosa reminds me for what seems the hundredth time as we drive down the long road to the exit of the territory. She hadn't shut up about my leaving since that kiss with Jared, the thought of his soft lips capturing mine once more causes an involuntary shudder through my body and I tense, mentally giving my wolf a glare and she just rolls her eyes and then retreats to the back of my mind. Why did she have so much control over my reaction? I had been pushed back into the back of my own mind when he had kissed me, the memory alone causing my lips to tingle slightly. Rosa gave me a wolfy grin but I could see slight pain in her eyes, this always happened every full moon and I couldn't figure out exactly what it was....
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...animal vocalization (barks, howls, calls...) to human language? Animals often make use of signs, which point to what they represent, but they don’t use symbols, which are arbitrary and conventional. Examples of signs include sniffles as a sign of an on-coming cold, clouds as a sign of rain, or a scent as a sign of territory. Symbols include things like the words we use. Dog, Hund, chien, cane, perro -- these are symbols that refer to the creature so named, yet each one contains nothing in it that in anyway indicates that creature. In addition, language is a system of symbols, with several levels of organization, at least phonetics (the sounds), syntax (the grammar), and semantics (the meanings). So when did language begin? At the very beginnings of the genus Homo, perhaps 4 or 5 million years ago? Before that? Or with the advent of modern man, Cro-magnon, some 125,000 years ago? Did the neanderthal speak? We don’t know. There are many theories about the origins of language. Many of these have traditional amusing names (invented by Max Müller and George Romanes a century ago), and I will create a couple more where needed. 1. The mama theory. Language began with the easiest syllables attached to the most significant objects. 2. The ta-ta theory. Sir Richard Paget, influenced by Darwin, believed that body movement preceded language. Language began as an unconscious vocal imitation of these movements -- like the way a child’s mouth will move when they use scissors, or...
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...The Creepy Night By Bling Dog The night was cold and windy. The moon was a full moon tonight. The trees looked haunted and scary with their big shadows. The sky was completely pitch black. There was a haunted house. It had a purplish-blackish roof. The house was painted completely pitch black. The door was an indigo color. The lights were out, but the chimney was puffing out black puffy smoke. On the roof there were some very scary looking bats. They even looked real. On the front door there was a skeleton, and it kept on repeating, "Don't enter! Save Your Soul!" There were vines and plants growing over the haunted house. On a windowsill there was even a fake Chucky. When I started walking up to the door I felt like I was going to explode! I was so freaked out. I started sweating and started to shake. I was there, all alone. I wanted to scream, but it wouldn't come out. I was getting more freaked out by every step. I actually felt like I should turn back and run. But, the haunted house made me feel sort of drawn to it. A bat flew overhead and shrieked "eek!" I went to the doorknob and reached for it. It felt slimy and gooey. I looked and saw it had red stuff on it. I took the red stuff off my hand and then the doorknob. I felt the doorknob and it felt like soft wood. It was a dark maroon color and looked big compared to my little hand. When I opened the door it creaked louder and louder until I finally opened it the whole way. In the inside I smelled something burning...
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...BLOOD-BURNING MOON by Jean Toomer 1 Up from the skeleton stone walls, up from the rotting floor boards and the solid hand-hewn beams of oak of the pre- war cotton factory, dusk came. Up from the dusk the full moon came. Glowing like a fired pine-knot, it illumined the great door and soft showered the Negro shanties aligned along the single street of factory town. The full moon in the great door was an omen. Negro women improvised songs against its spell. Louisa sang as she came over the crest of the hill from the white folks' kitchen. Her skin was the color of oak leaves on young trees in fall. Her breasts, firm and up-pointed like ripe acorns. And her singing had the low murmur of winds in fig trees. Bob Stone, younger son of the people she worked for, loved her. By the way the world reckons things, he had won her. By measure of that warm glow which came into her mind at thought of him, he had won her. Tom Burwell, whom the whole town called Big Boy, also loved her. But working in the fields all day, and far away from her, gave him no chance to show it. Though often enough of evenings he had tried to. Somehow, he never got along. Strong as he was with hands upon the ax or plow, he found it difficult to hold her. Or so he thought. But the fact was that he held her to factory town more firmly than he thought for. His black balanced, and pulled against, the white of Stone, when she thought of them. And her mind was vaguely upon them as she came over the crest of the hill...
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...Back in the barn house the late night stayed quiet. A gleaming moon had already peaked from the midnight sky. The distant sound of howls from coyotes ripped through the air. Even so the animals on the barn stayed quiet. A small pup from the barn wandered outside its crate; a look of disgust was written all over its face. Soon enough the pup had already approached a still body covered in the hay, its curiosity grew stronger. The pup finally stood in front of the body only to shriek suddenly and rush back to its crate sniffling. In the bunk house, activity was very limited and talking seemed to be forbidden. George took a slight sip of his drink and rested his head once again. Candy side-eyed him cautiously, to make he was alright. “Why..? Don’t it smell lika dead rat in her?” George said while managing to crinkle his nose. Candy said, “Ion know, I s’pose it do smell a bit foul. Dontcha think Slim?!” Slim said, “Now that I thinka ‘bout it, I s’pose it do smell like sumthin died…Oh gosh! When Curley was runnin’ ta go find Lennie, I ges, nobody thought ta throw out Culey’s wife alright.” Slim’s face was now turning frustrated. George said, “Well ken somebody put er out, the room smells foul, darn.” Candy said, “Yea dump that tart’s body in tha woods, will ya?!” Slim said, “Mmmm…I’d rather not, nun personnel jus’ tryna enjoy ma drink. Candy called Slim to the side of the room and insisted that he go bury Curley’s wife. Candy said, “Please Slim, ya ain’t even gotta touch ‘er...
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...has come to the land. He and his wife lay in bed and his wife says to him, “Early tomorrow morning we will take the two children out into the thickest part of the woods…then leave them by themselves and go off to our work…and we will be rid of them” (53). The stepmother gives the father no peace until he accepts this offer, about to let their children perish in the woods. Hansel, who overhears the conversation between his stepmother and father, goes outside to collect as many pebbles that he could fit in his jacket. When morning comes, the stepmother wakes the children and tells them to get ready to go into the woods to collect wood. Hansel and Gretel know what is bound to happen. The stepmother gives them bread; “Here is something for midday. Don’t eat it any sooner, for you’ll not get anymore” (53). Hansel is placing pebbles on the ground as they walk to the middle of the woods, to succumb to the cold and scary woods. Hansel and Gretel fall asleep and when the dark night approaches, they awake. Being scared and not...
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...Level 1: Braver- Automatically activated. This involves Cloud jumping up into the air and vertically slashing a single enemy. Looks like Cloud’s Deathblow attack. Cross Slash- Activated by using Braver 8 times. This attack does 3 slashes to a single enemy. Level 2: Blade Beam- Activated after killing 80 enemies with Cloud. This involves Cloud slamming his blade to the ground sending a shockwave to the main target enemy. The main blast ricochets off sending miniature shockwaves at the other enemies doing slightly less damage. Climhazzard- Activated by using Blade Beam 7 times. Cloud slices into a single enemy, then jumps upwards with his sword still in the enemy. Level 3: Meteorain- Activated after killing another 80 enemies with Cloud. Cloud spins his blade around then jumps up into the air and creating meteors with his blade which attack all enemies. Finishing Touch- Activated after using Meteorain 6 times. This involves Cloud creating a tornado with his blade which blows all enemies away. Doesn’t work on bosses of course. Level 4: Omnislash- Found in Battle Arena. Get either 64,000 Battle Points on Disk 1 or 32,000 Battle Points on disks 2 and 3 and buy it there. Cloud slashes at random enemies 15 times in total for massive damage Level 1: Big Shot- Automatically activated. Barret powers up a big blast and fires it at a single enemy. Mind Break- Activated after using Big Shot 9 times. Barret powers up a blast that…takes away enemy’s Magic Points. Don’t ask...
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...It was a dark night, and the harvest moon was out. Chloe was getting ready for her Halloween fiesta in the embrujado house in the center of the cemetery… “Chloe, you look fine!” yelled Lily. (My best friend). “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But it’s really hard to look cute AND aterrador Lily.” I replied. She rolled her eyes and we continued to get ready to leave. Maybe an hour later me and her hopped into my black 1967 Chevy Impala, and headed to la fiesta. By the time we got there la fiesta had already started. I got out of the car and looked at my “broken doll” el disfraz, and thought it didn’t look as good as anyone else’s. Especially with my batted up black and white chuck taylor high top converse. The house that was dead smack in the center of the cemetery stood at three stories tall and was absolutely terrifying. Lily ran up to a group of people who were dressed as a fantasma, momia, bruja, hombre lobo, and a vampiro. I didn’t exactly know anyone there, so I just decided to walk around the cemetery and admire the stars in the sky… and eat some of los caramelos. I also got to admire the cemetery, I noted how every tumba and every lápida was not touched or harmed....
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...HOWL For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machin- ery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine...
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...to shoot a gun and, hopefully, be able to hunt my first dove. After hours of driving, we finally arrived at the lease. It was like something I had never seen. There were retired school busses pushed side-by-side in a square, turned into something like cabins. The owner of the lease had built bunk beds up and down both sides of the four school busses. We unpacked our things onto the busses, and Dustin’s dad took out his handgun. He showed Dustin and I how to handle it, unload it and shoot it. We shot the handgun at targets for a while, and then we began to practice shooting our shotguns. His dad started launching clay pigeons and we would try to shoot them. We tried and failed for a while when, finally, we began to hit almost every one. I was excited that I was catching on so fast. When Dustin’s dad thought we were ready, we went out to hunt doves. Dustin’s dad taught us many things about safety and how to properly handle a shotgun while we were walking around. We walked for...
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...vocalization (barks, howls, calls...) to human language? 2. Animals often make use of signs, which point to what they represent, but they don’t use symbols, which are arbitrary and conventional. Examples of signs include sniffles as a sign of an on-coming cold, clouds as a sign of rain, or a scent as a sign of territory. Symbols include things like the words we use. Dog, Hund, chien, cane, perro -- these are symbols that refer to the creature so named, yet each one contains nothing in it that in anyway indicates that creature. 3. In addition, language is a system of symbols, with several levels of organization, at least phonetics (the sounds), syntax (the grammar), and semantics (the meanings). 4. So when did language begin? At the very beginnings of the genus Homo, perhaps 4 or 5 million years ago? Before that? Or with the advent of modern man, Cro-magnon, some 125,000 years ago? Did the neanderthal speak? We don’t know. 5. There are many theories about the origins of language. Many of these have traditional amusing names (invented by Max Müller and George Romanes a century ago), and I will create a couple more where needed. 6. 1. The mama theory. Language began with the easiest syllables attached to the most significant objects. 7. 2. The ta-ta theory. Sir Richard Paget, influenced by Darwin, believed that body movement preceded language. Language began as an unconscious vocal imitation of these movements -- like the way a child’s mouth will move when they use scissors...
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