Analyzing "A Modest Proposal" by Jonathan Swift this week has reminded me that reading older texts can actually be fun. For as long as I can remember, I've held a ridiculous belief that older authors, such as Shakespeare, and even more modern ones, like F. Scott Fitzgerald, only wrote on musty, stale topics, things that interested their audience at the time and only at that time. However, my high school English classes have busted that myth for me as I eagerly devoured all the assigned literature.
Shakespeare's "punny" humor and subtle jokes made me laugh-out-loud in class; Fitzgerald's symbolism and deep thematic elements in The Great Gatsby made me fall in love with the atmosphere of the Roaring Twenties, the emotion Gatsby had for his fragile Daisy, and, most importantly, the tormented author himself; Jonathan Swift's dark satire and ironic language not only amused me, but exposed me to a time in Ireland where there was no hope, no food, and no help coming from anywhere. (Also, I especially love the sentence where Swift discusses the mothers of England could compete by seeing who could "bring the fattest child to the market". The mere idea of raising and selling children like animals frightened yet entertained me enormously.)
These authors are all long gone, but have left behind a legacy and a stack of essays, novels, and/or plays that are still well-loved and read today. They're still read because they each touch on still relevant human truths, whether on friendships, love, politics, or just life in general.



 (<-- How I feel about reading)

The human mind is irrational. However, the subconscious is split up into three parts-the id, the superego, and the ego- to ensure society does not become full of crazy, impulsive beasts.. The id, defined by Freud, is the pleasure-seeking part of a mind that drives people to action; the ego and the superego, though, tell a person what they are legitimately capable of and whether the action is morally "right" or not, respectively. Because of this basic makeup of the human mind, Chet Raymo's essay "A Measure Of Restraint" falls on deaf years.

He claims that a "measure of restraint" needs to be shown because scientific discoveries and creations are potentially too dangerous. With references to cesium-137, to radium, and to a luminescent plant with animal genes, Raymo conveys his point clearly: without proper caution for scientific discoveries and experiments, the "instrument of healing" will become the "instrument of death". However, the same "fast buck" that motivated someone to sell radioactive cesium-137 will drive the scientists of today to continue to perform dangerous experiments. Even though these new tests and trials might be harmful and breach the given laws of nature, the superego of a scientist says "you're doing good for the community- for the world!" and the id of a scientist just laughs- because it has motivated a person to fulfill his selfish desires for fame, fortune, and domination of nature.

Money

"Money, money, money/ Must be funny/ In the rich man's world/ Money, money, money/ Always sunny/In the rich man's world." The chorus of ABBA's hit single "Money, Money, Money" may sound, literally, pleasing to the ear, but the message isn't accurate. It's not "always sunny" with money, and if only money and material possessions can bring happiness, then there's a bigger problem than just attaining pleasure.

Sure, financial stability is a wonderful platform to stand on, but dipping below and nearing that poverty line often leads to a better life-experienced person. Without suffering through a valley in one's life, how can someone truly appreciate the top of a peak? Any incremental difference of having nothing and having something will be intensified, leading to a greater sense of appreciation and happier attitudes. The trick is to not allow your fear of  lacking money drive you to surround yourself with cash or any other financial cushion. A rich man's world might be a dark place, filled with dread, fear, and loneliness. (What happens if my stocks crash? Do people really like me, or do they like my money? Forget this. I'm just going to push everyone away.) Therefore, the best life is lived without a thought to the correlation of money and happiness. 

Be happy and you will be rich. 

(Also, in the music video for "Money, Money, Money" when they sing about money, they show a bunch of quarters, dines, and nickels falling- not the piles of actual cash rappers today use in their videos.

Also-also,

Taylor Mali's "What Do Teachers Make". This is a beautiful spoken-word responding to the stereotype that "those who can't, teach" and the jokes made towards a teacher's salary.)

Asian Girl and Public Space

Five feet, seven inches. Asian. Female. Average build. No noticeable abnormalities; nothing out of the ordinary. Although a bit taller than many peers, I don't stand out. I am another face in a crowd. I am completely unlike Brent Staples in "Black Men and Public Space" who claims by simply existing he "(alters) public spaces in ugly ways". He catalogues some of the reactions of many women he encounters: those who "(run) in earnest" from him, those who "(cross) to the other side of the street rather than pass (him)", and some who just "avoid making eye contact".
However, I cannot, even if I tried, create the same reactions. As a fellow minority- albeit a different one- I am not associated with any outstanding stereotypes. I cannot fathom how annoying- no, how offensive it would be to walk somewhere and instantly be shunned, actively ignored, despised.
This piece evoked sympathy from me for every person who has ever been judged on his skin tone, weight, height, overall appearance. Yet, it's something that can't be avoided. Everyone has been exposed to a different combination of impressions, everyone absorbs a different amount of bias from his surroundings, and everyone allows that bias to manifest in actions in varying degrees. Though I understand the inconvenience and pain, racism is a part of life that simply cannot be removed- but maybe it can be mollified. It is time for everyone, like Staples, to accept his draw of the lot and help out his fellow man by acting respectfully to everyone.