If you message me, lest you have a good reason, you'll most likely will begin to dislike me.
So save yourself the trouble. Trust me.
So. Lets see.
I've never been able to keep a journal for
more than a week. The pages most likely end
up in the trash bin. But perhaps there is
something to discover in this whole
electronic diary entries, past the software
and the java, the programs and the bianary
systems, to something profoundly
phsycological. Perhaps it's because of my
own self-skepticism that I can't consistanty
put out entries.
Perhaps I'll discover something about
myself. Or learn to like parts of this
circutry called the phyche.
Anyway, do forgive my erratic behavior. It's
hard to adjust to the outside world when
your own brain is playing mindtricks.
"SMILE! Though your life is miserable."
Megan, my lurvnosity for you grows with every passing potato chip.
I'm lonely as a clud without you...
1. Define art. What examples of art are present in the novel? Art is anything and everything and nothing at the same time. It can be a neon Dr. Pepper sign in downtown Roanoke, or the Indie band The Shins song, "Caring Is Creepy." Art in George Eliot's Silas Marner is present in many ways; she continuously brings the reader's attention to small niches of flora and fona, using them as metaphors that both discribe beautiful "Merry England" and Silias Marner himself, revealing his well-rounded character. He's also an artisan who brings beautiful cloth to Raveloe's ladies; he has even devoted his eyesight to his trade.
2. How is art a representation of life? To decipher what's art and what's not simply by the artist's skill would be a complete fabrication, because my best friend's little brother's fingerpaintings show more emotion then some self-proclaimed "art" in the media. To me, art is everything that truly imitates, impersonates, and personifies life. Marner's cloth personafies dignity and the wealthy women's need to stay with the changing styles. It also replicates Silas Marner's livelihood and his addiction to money.
3. How do we as human beings weave together to form a community? How then is this weaving of community a work of art?
We weave together to form a community for the sole reason that we cannot survive without each other. This weaving is a work of art because it not only imitates life, it is our daily lives as we depend on each other.