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bletchley park codebreakers Before I went to sleep last night, I went outside to stare at the sky. My sister had called and told me to go look and I did. Rays of red and green light could seen forming a dome that almost went down to the horizon. Ebbing from one color into another and then growing dim, it was the first time that I had seen the aurora in years. Once again I was thankful for where I lived, because I knew that in the city all of the color would be washed away by the glare of the streetlights and buildings. Looking up I also knew that there were greater things in life than what I saw on a daily basis. The teenage boy that lives next door walked past me as I was looking up and probably thought that I was nuts. I didn't care. He didn't know what he was missing. Minutes before his buddies had sped away in some form of noisy muscle car after dropping him off. No doubt he was pouting that he had to go home so early in the night. Besides hanging out is better than watching a natural phenomenon. Personally I don't think that a person has to be an astronomy geek to appreciate the display that I saw last night, but I could be wrong. ... After doing some research I found the word that describes the feminine equivalent of a misogynist, which is misandrist. Once I found it, I knew that I had had heard it used somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where. Most of this anger is probably coming from having read both The Color Purple and Beloved this semester, neither of which is friendly towards men. I can see the value in the books, but at the same time I need to come up for air every once in a while. The seething hatred of men in the book is almost overwhelming. Beloved is not nearly as brutal on men as The Color Purple, but the overall theme isn't that uplifting. I guess I knew from the first day of class that there was a minority theme running throught the choice of books, but I wish that some of them were more positive in tone. All of the suffering really doesn't make me that sympathetic either. More often than not it comes across as preaching which I can not stand at all. ... Mayberry. I felt as though I had stumbled into Mayberry when I went to get my haircut early this evening after class. Every single person there seemed to know everyone else and I was the odd man out. Barney was there and so was Goober and Gomer. The only person that was missing was Floyd.
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