viernes, 30 de julio de 2010

Hachiko






Last week I saw a film during the end of which I could not avoid crying. “Hachiko: a Dog’s Story” was released in August 2009 and was directed by Lasse Hallström and Richard Gere as its main protagonist. This film portrays the story of a dog which faithfully waited for his master at the train station for 10 years even after his master’s death. At the end of the film there is a notice which claims that this story is a true story. So, I decided to find out more about this dog. Hachiko belonged to the Akita Inu breed. He was born in 10 November 1923 and was adopted by Hidesaburō Ueno, a professor at the University of Tokyo. The professor commuted to work every day, during Hachiko’s early years, he accompanied his owner every day to the Shabushy station and when he arrived back to the station at night the dog would be there, at the same place, at the same time, waiting for his master. The daily scene of the dog and the professor became so familiar to the people working in the station and other commuters that all of them greeted, fed and took care of the dog.
One day the awaited train arrived but, every time the doors of the station opened the dog saw someone else passing through them, not the professor. That day he did not came back. He had suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage at the University and had died before coming back home. But this did not prevent the dog from going every day, at the same time, to the same place, for the following 10 years to wait for his beloved master. Hachiko was finally found dead at that same spot on 8 March 1935.
Hachiko has become an icon of loyalty to the local people. Every year a ceremony is conducted in his honor. This ceremony takes place at Shabushy Station where a life-size bronze statue of the loyal animal has been erected. Hachiko has also become the protagonist of many didactic books for children. Hachiko is a local hero.












jueves, 29 de julio de 2010

Culture

Dog meat
Nutritional value per 100 g (3.5 oz)

Energy: 1,096kj (262 kcal)
Carbohydrates: 0.1 g
Dietary fibre: 0 g
Fat: 20.2g
Protein:19 g
Water: 60.1 g
Vitamin C: 3mg (5%)
Calcium: 8 mg (1%)
Iron: 2.8 mg (22%)
Potassium: 270 mg (6%)
Sodium: 72 mg (3%)


I can imagine the baffled expression on your face. A strong feeling of disgust must have aroused on you while you were reading the table above. What is this girl talking about? You must be wondering. Is she kidding?
Well, everything started some months ago when I received an e-mail. This e-mail had been created by an animal rights group who was fighting against the slaughter of dogs. Yes! Dogs are considered livestock in many countries, mainly Asian countries. So, that animal that is playing in your back garden or lying on the floor next to you or sleeping on your lap while you are reading this may be delicious for some people. In the e-mail you could see a lot of pictures which illustrated how dogs were killed and later prepared in a great variety of dishes. It did not matter to whom I showed the pictures, reactions were always the same: Disgusting! Revolving! I can’t stand seeing them!
As I consider myself an open-minded person. I decided to find out a little more about this issue. And, I discovered that dog meat is consumed in a surprising number of countries all around the world and it has been consumed in almost every region at some point in history. But, this is not what I wanted to concentrate on. What I am interested in is in showing you to want an extent the place you are born and grown up in and the culture you belong to shape your view of the world. What is accepted for you and what is not. Which things are edible and which are not.
As I said reactions to the idea of eating dogs were always the same. But what makes a dog meat barbecue so disgusting and a meat or lamb or chicken or pork barbecue so tasty? And for me the answer is only one: culture. I admit that the pictures were revolving. Cruelty was depicted in each one of them. But, have you ever seen any picture taken at the slaughterhouse? I looked for some and the only thing that I found different, between those in the e-mail and these ones, was the size of the animals. I am afraid I may come over as a promoter of the killing and consumption of dog meat. By no means! I love dogs: I actually have got 5 at home. The fact is that I have always been interested in culture and tolerance.
If you are susceptible just do not click on the link below. I am including some of the pictures. Sorry...

PICTURES

miércoles, 28 de julio de 2010

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Yes...
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long?How long...
'cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long?
How long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...tonight...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On... Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday...

I had always liked this song by U2, but it was not until my first year in the teaching training college, during my social studies lesson, that I really realized what the lyrics were about. What was the “Bloody Sunday”? Had it actually existed? To my surprise it was a well known historic event in the UK.
As you may know, U2 is an Irish rock band and this is quite significant since “Bloody Sunday” took place in Derry (Ireland). “Bloody Sunday” is an incident which occurred on 30 January 1972, an idle Sunday, in which 14 people were slaughtered. Who were these people? Why were they killed? By whom?
Most of the victims were unarmed members of a civil rights group who were part of a protest and who suffered from brutal and bloody repression by the British Army. But, protesters were not the only ones who were shot at, some of the victims were just bystanders whose mistake was to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. As I said before, the victims were 14, 7 of them were adolescents. Not every victim died of gunshot wounds- two of them died after being run down by vehicles from the British Army- and of those who did, 5 were shot in the back. What is even more indignant is the fact that up to now, none of the murderers have been condemned on the basis that they acted recklessly and for fear of a savage attack carried out by these protesters- unarmed protesters.
“Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street”
I found these two lines vividly illustrative. Just by reading them, you can have the mental image and the nasty feeling of how terrible being there must have been. I think that those who died in this event and those who found themselves part of it out of the blue deserve this song so as to be remembered.
I hope you like it.

viernes, 2 de julio de 2010

Political Art.






"I think that the political reading given to my work is fundamental, that it can’t be left aside, and that if it is cannot be completely understood. What’s more, I feel that a mere esthetic reading of my work would be a betrayal.” Antonio Berni.
Delicio Antonio Berni was born in Rosario, Santa Fe, in 1905. He is a distinguished painter who in 1926 went to live in France and when he came back to Argentina in 193 initiated Political Art in our country.
Political art is not propaganga. Political Art is a way of participating in the political phenomenon independently of any political party. The aim of it is to encourage social transformation.
I decided to write about this artist since he was born in Rosario and since I find his works really interesting. Besides, he is the creator of a well known character in the teacher training college: Juanito Laguna, a boy from the slums whose life was pictured by Berni in a series of paintings. The first one was exhibited in 1961.
The paintings I found most interesting are “Unemployed”, 1934(“Desocupados”); “Midnight in the World”, (1936-1937) (“Medianoche en el Mundo”) and “The Hired Hand’s Family” (1975) (“La familia del peón”). These paintings are clear illustrations of what Politic Art is. The first one pictures a group of men and a woman with a child living in the streets waiting lucklessly for an opportunity to lead a better life. In “Midnight in the World” we are shown the unfortunate life lead by homeless people, suffering from illnesses, awaiting their tragic fate. And the last one, “The Hired Hand’s Family”, pictures the desolation of the working class family.
I hope you like the paintings and the fact that now you know who Juanito Laguna is. For me, up to know, he had been an unknown character whose name only reminded me of the constantly incoming mails delivered by the Juanito Laguna movement.

The easy way out.


Here I will share an experience with you girls. This happened to me during my practice period and reminded me why I decided once that I wanted to be a teacher.
During the observation period there was a boy who really called my attention from the very first day. He was always sitting at the back, without participating at all and whenever he was asked to answer a question by the teacher only silence was his response. He seemed to be very shy and having a vulnerable personality. Before starting my practice period I decided to talk to his teacher about him but the only response I had was: “He never studies, he fails in every subject, there’s nothing to be done” and here is when I thought let’s give it a try. I will do my best to help this boy and that is what I did.
He was the one to whom I paid more attention, whenever I explained something, an activity for example, while the others were solving it I went to his desk and explained it to him for a second time. In the first week there were no signs of improvement except the fact that he started to pay more attention to what we were doing, still unable to participate. But, in the second week, when I saw that he was starting to solve activities I started to call him, and he felt confident enough to raise his hand whenever we were correcting something or they were asked to participate. And he was doing well, he was able to solve every activity, at the end of each class he came to me and asked if I could explain to him what they had to do for the next class. He wanted to work and participate and feel part of the group.
The day of the exam came and, when correcting them, to my surprise he got a “very good indeed”. When the marks were read to the students by the teacher, something unexpected happened. I looked at him and he was crying. I couldn’t believe my eyes; I went to his desk and asked him what the problem was. He just cried and repeated: “I studied a lot”. “But come on” I told him. “You have only made a few mistakes, it is a high mark, why are you crying?” and the response was: “I had never got one of those, I thought I had failed”...
Future teachers: Never take the easy way out.