thanksgiving + black friday

20 November 2012

Hello everyone!
  Are you guys as thrilled as I am for Black Friday? For those who are international or don't know what it is:

 Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving where shops open up incredibly early with ridiculous sales to kick off the holiday season. It's a crazy day with great bargains.

 My brother and Dad  always go to Best Buy and other electronics stores where I usually stayed at home. This time, I'm going. I've been working yesterday, today and tomorrow with babysitting. I intend to use said babysitting money to shop at Barnes and Noble (online or in store, not sure yet) and perhaps get some new shoes and clothing as well. But finally I have an excuse to buy books.

 See, my mum discourages me from buying books (novels especially) because she says that if I read it once, and I know the story, then what's the point of buying it? One can tell she's a huge advocate for libraries :)

 SO I hope you all are doing well! I wish you all a happy Thanksgiving. Now, I know Thanksgiving takes on a different connotation nowadays as being thankful for everything you have. But I'd like to share with you the REAL story, and where exactly Squanto came from and so on. Since I was lazy, and forgot the name of the tribe, I just found this website and copied from it:

 The REAL story of Thanksgiving

The story began in 1614 when a band of English explorers sailed home to  England with a ship full of Patuxet Indians bound for slavery. They left behind smallpox which virtually wiped out those who had escaped.  By the time the Pilgrims arrived in Massachusetts Bay they found only one living Patuxet Indian, a man named Squanto who had survived slavery in England and knew their language.  He taught them to grow corn and to fish, and negotiated a peace treaty between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Nation. At the end of their first year, the Pilgrims held a great feast honoring Squanto and the Wampanoags.

But as word spread in England about the paradise to be found in the new world, religious zealots called Puritans began arriving by the boat load. Finding no fences around the land, they considered it to be in the public domain. Joined by other British settlers, they seized land, capturing strong young Natives for slaves and killing the rest.  But the Pequot Nation had not agreed to the peace treaty Squanto had negotiated and they fought back. The Pequot War was one of the bloodiest Indian wars ever fought.

In 1637 near present day  Groton, Connecticut, over 700 men, women and children of the Pequot Tribe had gathered for their annual Green Corn Festival which is our Thanksgiving celebration. In the predawn hours the sleeping Indians were surrounded by English and Dutch mercenaries who ordered them to come outside.  Those who came out were shot or clubbed to death while the terrified women and children who huddled inside the longhouse were burned alive. The next day the governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony declared "A Day Of Thanksgiving" because 700 unarmed men, women and children had been murdered.

Cheered by their "victory", the brave colonists and their Indian allies attacked village after village. Women and children over 14 were sold into slavery while the rest were murdered.  Boats loaded with a many as 500 slaves regularly left the ports of New England. Bounties were paid for Indian scalps to encourage as many deaths as possible.  

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So you see, once again popular myth has hidden true history. If this shocks you, try searching up Colombus. History books portray him to be a hero who discovered America with the famous story where the Spanish cried "Tierra! Tierra" >_< Are you kidding me? The details of what happened aren't as happy and cheerful, but are pretty graphic and gruesome.

On a lighter note, I hope you have a happy Day of Giving Thanks for What You Have Now.

P.S. I thank my AP Human Geography teacher for shining a light on history for me. Now I know to doubt the history I read (because there isn't one definite history, there are always two sides, dozens of different accounts that have different biases and opinions) and to always look up the real facts. The story of Columbus is a myth, that one obscure historian made up and from which all textbooks copied. Columbus makes me sick, urg. ANYWAY! SORRY! HAPPY HOLIDAY!

an absentee blogger for November! + updates :)

05 November 2012

For those you follow my sister blog, Voyage, you'll know that I'm participating in NaNoWriMo this year! (username: Kirthi06) So that means I'll be packed all month, which means little to no reading :(

A bit of an update on my literature life. I finished The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho) unit and I'm sorry to say lost it's magic. I still love it but doing that study guide really killed it >_<

I'm reading Oedipus in class (The King, Rex, etc..) and I am pleased to say that I have been cast Oedipus every day we've read it in class. I think I've surprised people with the fervour in which I read my role. Oedipus is a very tragic, emotionally distraught character and many times, I found myself choking up and wailing. I feel like I have absorbed him as a character and afterwards, I find myself with thoughts like "I can't believe...oh god, slept with my mother...had kids with her! That's so sick!" and then thinking "Wait a minute. I'm a sixteen year old girl. I have no beard. I'm not Oedipus"

I pronounce it incorrectly: "Oh (like in owe)-dipus", and I remember thinking it was "Ode-ipus". Yet I learned that it is actually "Ehd-ipus". My teacher and friends keep correcting me in exasperation. :)

Also, our next parallel reading is Tao of Pooh. I can genuinely say this is the worst year of Lit class I have ever experienced. Winnie the Pooh is my most favourite childhood book/video-cassette series in the world. He is the kindest bear, and he has the most lovely group of friends in the Hundred Acre Woods and I don't want to know that "The author didn't intend for this to be a children's book. It was actually meant to explain Tao and Buddhist beliefs" I love Buddhism, since it ties in a lot with Hinduism, but I don't want yet another book to destroy something I love, this time something I treasure more dearly than any character ever, even Arthur the Aardvark. ~sob~ I remember going to bed with my mum beside me or dad and I'd ask for bedtime stories.

My Dad, knowing how much I loved Winnie the Pooh, would attempt to make up stories involving them. But being a serious fan, I found faults in them right away, and kept asking questions and correcting him even. So eventually it became ME telling stories to THEM and then going to sleep afterwards. I remember saying, "ONCE upon a TIME in the HUNDRED acre woods etc..." and I'd base the story after the events of the day.

So if I had a bad day and my parents wouldn't buy me a stuffed animal or something, that night Pooh bear would "ask Christopher Robin for a toy for him to play with. But Christopher Robin said he wouldn't, so Pooh bear went back home in his tree and desperately wished for one" and then after, I'd offer a solution that I hoped my parent's would take as a hint. Like "all the creatures of the Hundred Acre Woods felt bad for Pooh bear and decided to come together and make him a toy. Kanga and Roo brought over spare scraps of cloth, Owl brought some of his old feathers, Rabbit brought needles and string, and they all made him a stuffed animal. Pooh bear loved it very much"

Winnie the Pooh is such an integral part of my childhood and I'm dreading, terrified, that my teacher will ruin yet another story I love.

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