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Journal 13

Daniel Richardson

Professor Jesse Miller

ENG 110, H-4

8 November 2017

 

            To many, having a direct involvement in the death process of a loved one may seem a disturbing thought. However, it is a philosophy nowhere near as inane as it seems. Throughout most of our lives we have possessed fond pets, developing a sense of love and caring for them that they become part of the family. Yet, as cordial these additional members of the family may be, they are a sad reminder of mortality. For years you have taken care of them, played with them, and loved them. Suddenly everything comes to a heart-shattering halt and you find yourself building a pine box for them. You sit there in remembrance, pet them one last time, and maybe give them a hug and kiss. Then you close the box, lower them down, and send them off into the next. You prepare them, spend their last moments on earth with them, and carry out a service for them, just as Caitlin Doughty urges potential cliental to do for their relatives. That brave flush of the toilet for the dead fish, is very much the same as pushing the button that sends human relatives “off to their final disposition.”

            Caitlin Doughty feels that it is important to humanize the industrial crematorium so that the last moments that this person is flesh, they will have a more symbolic sendoff, rather than just be another part of industry. She urges families to be more involved in the death process to take responsibility for their loved one, rather than leave the burden to someone who never knew them. She would rather the process seem more ceremonial than industrial and bland. Above all, she wishes to instill families with a sense of mortality gained from sending their loved one off for the final time.

            I was aware that the process of cremation was an industrial process, not the ritualistic way that it is depicted. However, I was unaware of the alkaline hydrolysis method of disintegrating a body, that Doughty describes. I’m sure that the mob was worlds ahead of society in putting it to practice. On top of this, I did know a decent bit about the process of embalming that Mitford describes, from my studies in high school, but I had no idea that it was not practiced in other countries. I just took this as a fact of common practice. I certainly did not know that there are toxic chemicals put into chicken mcnuggets, such as TBHQ, a form of lighter fluid, yet I did expect there to certainly be more ingredients than just chicken. Pollan has really turned me off from even wanting a taste of these “white meat” creations.

Journal 12

Daniel Richardson

Professor Jesse Miller

ENG 110, H-4

6 October 2017

 

In her “The American Way of Death Revisited”, Jessica Mitford presents an overlying argument that death has become an industrialized within North America. She claims that funeral directors are deceptive in their work. To support this, Mitford borrows a passage from Edward A. Martin’s Psychology of Funeral Service, which reads: “He may not always do as much as the family thinks that he is doing… the important thing is that his services may be used to make the family believe that they are giving unlimited expression to their own sentiment” (pg. 50). Having attended many funerals myself, I agree with Mitford. The funeral director merely makes arrangements and checks in, like a waiter. Mitford compares the funeral director to a salesman. To make this point, she brings up the practice of embalmment, as well as the cost caskets. She reports “The purpose of embalming is to make the corpse suitable for viewing in a suitably costly container; and here too the funeral director, routinely, without first consulting the family, prepares the body for public display” (pg. 43). Once again, firsthand knowledge comes into play, as I have seen catalogs for caskets, and experienced the push of funeral directors to spend more money. Mitford blames this expectation for extravagance on the greedy will of the industry, forcing their wishes upon rattled, grieving families. She points out on page 43 that “No law requires embalming, no religious doctrine commends in, nor is it dictated by considerations of health, sanitation, or even of personal daintiness. In no part of the world, but North American is it widely used.” Never being to a foreign funeral, I have little though about this before. But the more I think about it, the more the practice of embalmment seems just as another sickly way of marketing a deceased. Mitford believes a possible cause of the funeral industry’s control on how death is perceived in North America, is their elusiveness, hiding their process from the public. Mitford asserts that “A close look at what takes place in the [preparation room] may explain in large measure the undertaker’s intractable reticence concerning a procedure that has become his major raison d’etre (pg. 45). I must once again agree with Mitford. Why do we not know more about what the funeral directors do. We trust them. But just how much do they push us around?

Journal 11

Daniel Richardson
Professor Jesse Miller
ENG 104, H-4
25 October 2017
“The American Way of Death Revisited”
“The American Way of Death Revisited”, is a short piece written by Jessica Mitford. Mitford’s goal in writing this piece is to expose the funeral industry for taking advantage of grieving families. Mitford notes on page 42, that Preferred Funeral Directors International, an organization of private funeral directors, advertise their funerals as including “an additional forty hours of service required by members of other local allied professions, including the work of the cemeteries, newspapers, and of course, the most important of all, the service of your clergyman. These some 20 hours of labor are the basic value on which the cost of funeral rests.” However, as Mitford points out, a clergy service lasts “no more than 15 minutes” and are not paid for by the funeral director. The funeral director does not foot the bill for the closing of the grave either.
One of the heaviest expenses on a funeral bill, can be the embalmment process. Yet as Mitford again points out “[Sic] no law requires embalming, no religious doctrine commends it, nor is it dictated by considerations of health, sanitation, or even personal daintiness. In no part of the world but in North America is it widely used.” If it’s not required, how come it is such a common practice? Mitford supplies us an answer on pg. 44 when she reveals that per Federal Trade Commission standards, permission is only required for the process of embalming “only if a change is made to the procedure”. Embalming the American dead was made popular only by the funeral homes as a marketing scheme. Mitford paints a picture of this, by including the passage from the English-woman, detailing her sheer horror of knowing that American funerals are open-casket and are presented for viewing in make-up, realizing “Then and there I decided that I could never face another American funeral—even dead.” This firsthand account of the horror of a foreigner is eye-opening to me. As an American, I thought embalmment a common practice worldwide. Upon hearing this testimony, I question not only the origins, but the value of embalmment as a whole.

 

Paper 2, Draft 1

Daniel Richardson                  Flow/Transition

Professor Jesse Miller             Topic Sentences

ENG 110, Section H-4            Paragraph Structure

16 October 2016

Meals Throughout the Ages

For thousands of years food has epitomized deep social and moral values in human culture.  Texts as old the bible document the significance of communal eating and the notion of finding comfort in food. If one was to sift forward through the sands of time, almost 2,000 years later, they would find similar themes portrayed in 1980’s society, as chronicled by Raymond Carver’s short story classic, “A Small, Good Thing”. Moreover, primary source documents, written by a group of University students suggest that this deep social and psychological connection to food is still evident, another 35 years later, in the year 2017.  Coincidence , some may say, it is just food. This much is true, but is it more? Although separate texts and separate time periods, a closer investigation would reveal similarities in these texts, suggesting a deep-rooted perceived relation between food and empathy , including its effects on human traditions and…

In Carver’s “A Small, Good Thing” The story takes us through the events surrounding the weekend surrounding the birthday of young “Scotty”, and his parents “Ann” and  “Howard”. The story starts off with an innocent enough beginning, with Ann, mother of scotty preparing to buy her son a birthday cake. However, the story, takes an extreme twist, when the young “Birthday Boy”, Scotty is hit by a car.  Upon his hospitalization, his parents, understandably, forget about his birthday cake and cancel his party. The deteriorating cake, something that was supposed to be so happy and … getting dry and stale possibly serves as a symbol that the occasion is no longer happy. The moment has lost its value, as later the baker will not charge full price. The story follows the harrowing, and ultimately heartbreaking anxiety of Scotty’s parent to await his feeling better. Each passing minute, their anxiety swells, as does their anticipation. This all takes place unknown to the baker, who places several calls to the parents asking if they have forgotten about Scotty, meaning his cake. It is here that anxiety and anticipation ultimately progress into delusion. Sadly, Scotty does not pull through. In his parent’s nutrition-deprived grief, they figure out that the baker was the mysterious caller, and blame him in a most delusional fashion for the event that have occurred, saying things such as “That bastard. I’d like to kill him. I’d like to shoot him and watch him kick” (p. 215). This unforgiving mindset causes them to confront the baker at the end of the book, where the baker successfully calms them down, and consoles them over eating rolls.

Food is something that is representative of greater social gatherings, that people take as a point of relation between themselves.  In the opening scene of Carver’s story, Ann is depicted picking out a cake for her son, as a token of his party and his celebration of growing a year older. He notes Ann’s interaction with the baker. While Ann does not personally know the baker, she infers that a man of his age must have experienced through “this special time of cakes and birthday parties”, and have his own children who have gone through it with their children (p. 204) While it appears Carver uses the cakes as a measure of time, Ann’s assurance of a “connection” between her and this man suggest that cake is just as easily relatable as it is customary in Western culture birthday parties, a product of social gathering. In his “More Than Just a Meal”, Sean Walsh, University of New England student , seems to echo Carver’s sentiments. He states :

…to be able to come together with your family to share a meal is an unbelievable privilege. At the end of the day, holidays are more than what we are eating, but what we are doing while we eat and who we share the meal with.

Although different scenarios…, Much how Carver associates cake to gathering and celebration in 1982, Walsh instantaneously associates holidays with food in 2017. Moreover, he details the significance of the meal, into how one’s family come together. (Social gathering to time going by transition…)

As well as being related to social gathering, food appears to be a generationally wide method of expressing feelings and coping. On page 214, Ann remarks “Howard, He’s gone. He’s gone and Now we’ll have to get used to that. To being alone.” Soon after, the Ann and Howard go to visit the baker. At the end of the story, on page 218, when Scotty’s parents finally return to the bakery after his death, Scotty’s parents finally learn that in fact birthday cakes are a symbol of loneliness for the baker.

To repeat the days with the ovens endlessly full of and endlessly empty. The party food and celebrations that he’d worked over. Icing knuckle-deep. The tiny wedding couples stuck into cakes. Hundreds of them, no, thousands by now. Birthdays. Just imagining all of those candles burning.

—- Understand concept, emotional arrival, connect to next writer

To be lonely and without children are a truly haunting motif in Carver’s story. The baker has sadly sat back and created these staples of family celebrations, but never got to experience any of it himself. While especially hard at fir st, he has begun to find solace in baking, noting that baking “was a better smell anytime than flowers”. While at first, Ann may have thought that she could relate to the baker at the beginning of the story, it is not now until she truly does.

Through hot rolls, coping

As the baker finds solace in baking, Breanna Hogan states that throughout her life, cooking is “[Her parent’s] time during the day to step away from their busy lives and to be with one another. Cooking is a great day to get away. But cope, preserving memory

In her “The Key to My Heart”, Christina Giannopoulos describes how sharing a dish allows her to relate with her aunt and appreciate the time that they have together.

Since my aunt is sick with cancer, I think the reason I love her salad so much is because it means that she is safe and I am still able to spend time with her. I’m not sure how many more times I will be able to eat multiple bowls of this salad with her in my presence, but I do know that whenever I take over the role of making this salad, I will always have her in mind. My Auntie Georgia is a very important part of my life and the way she prepares it for me with crisp bread every time I go to her house solidifies her health in my mind. I enjoy the meals that I get to have this salad because it specifically reminds me of her. Many memories from my childhood and my personal connections to family members makes this my favorite meal to eat.

While Giannopoulos’s piece may carry a heartbreaking tone, she is thankful that she can know her aunt through this dish. In stating that “…whenever I take over the role of making this salad, I will always have her in mind”, Giannopoulos associates continuing on her aunt’s legacy with making this dish, with preserving her memory.

 

“It’s better to feed people”

Offers up his rolls.

“Smell this,” the baker said, breaking open a dark loaf. “It’s heavy bread, but rich.” They smelled it, then he had them taste it. It had the taste of molasses and coarse grains. They listened to him. They ate what they could. They swallowed the dark bread. It was like daylight under the fluorescent trays of light. They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, as they did not think of leaving.”

English-Paper-2 – Copy

 

 

 

Paper 2 First Draft

Daniel Richardson                  Flow/Transition

Professor Jesse Miller             Topic Sentences

ENG 110, Section H-4            Paragraph Structure

16 October 2016

Meals Throughout the Ages

For thousands of years food has epitomized deep social and moral values in human culture.  Texts as old the bible document the significance of communal eating and the notion of finding comfort in food. If one was to sift forward through the sands of time, almost 2,000 years later, they would find similar themes portrayed in 1980’s society, as chronicled by Raymond Carver’s short story classic, “A Small, Good Thing”. Moreover, primary source documents, written by a group of University students suggest that this deep social and psychological connection to food is still evident, another 35 years later, in the year 2017.  Coincidence , some may say, it is just food. This much is true, but is it more? Although separate texts and separate time periods, a closer investigation would reveal similarities in these texts, suggesting a deep-rooted perceived relation between food and empathy , including its effects on human traditions and…

In Carver’s “A Small, Good Thing” The story takes us through the events surrounding the weekend surrounding the birthday of young “Scotty”, and his parents “Ann” and  “Howard”. The story starts off with an innocent enough beginning, with Ann, mother of scotty preparing to buy her son a birthday cake. However, the story, takes an extreme twist, when the young “Birthday Boy”, Scotty is hit by a car.  Upon his hospitalization, his parents, understandably, forget about his birthday cake and cancel his party. The deteriorating cake, something that was supposed to be so happy and … getting dry and stale possibly serves as a symbol that the occasion is no longer happy. The moment has lost its value, as later the baker will not charge full price. The story follows the harrowing, and ultimately heartbreaking anxiety of Scotty’s parent to await his feeling better. Each passing minute, their anxiety swells, as does their anticipation. This all takes place unknown to the baker, who places several calls to the parents asking if they have forgotten about Scotty, meaning his cake. It is here that anxiety and anticipation ultimately progress into delusion. Sadly, Scotty does not pull through. In his parent’s nutrition-deprived grief, they figure out that the baker was the mysterious caller, and blame him in a most delusional fashion for the event that have occurred, saying things such as “That bastard. I’d like to kill him. I’d like to shoot him and watch him kick” (p. 215). This unforgiving mindset causes them to confront the baker at the end of the book, where the baker successfully calms them down, and consoles them over eating rolls.

Food is something that is representative of greater social gatherings, that people take as a point of relation between themselves.  In the opening scene of Carver’s story, Ann is depicted picking out a cake for her son, as a token of his party and his celebration of growing a year older. He notes Ann’s interaction with the baker. While Ann does not personally know the baker, she infers that a man of his age must have experienced through “this special time of cakes and birthday parties”, and have his own children who have gone through it with their children (p. 204) While it appears Carver uses the cakes as a measure of time, Ann’s assurance of a “connection” between her and this man suggest that cake is just as easily relatable as it is customary in Western culture birthday parties, a product of social gathering. In his “More Than Just a Meal”, Sean Walsh, University of New England student , seems to echo Carver’s sentiments. He states :

…to be able to come together with your family to share a meal is an unbelievable privilege. At the end of the day, holidays are more than what we are eating, but what we are doing while we eat and who we share the meal with.

Although different scenarios…, Much how Carver associates cake to gathering and celebration in 1982, Walsh instantaneously associates holidays with food in 2017. Moreover, he details the significance of the meal, into how one’s family come together. (Social gathering to time going by transition…)

As well as being related to social gathering, food appears to be a generationally wide method of expressing feelings and coping. On page 214, Ann remarks “Howard, He’s gone. He’s gone and Now we’ll have to get used to that. To being alone.” Soon after, the Ann and Howard go to visit the baker. At the end of the story, on page 218, when Scotty’s parents finally return to the bakery after his death, Scotty’s parents finally learn that in fact birthday cakes are a symbol of loneliness for the baker.

To repeat the days with the ovens endlessly full of and endlessly empty. The party food and celebrations that he’d worked over. Icing knuckle-deep. The tiny wedding couples stuck into cakes. Hundreds of them, no, thousands by now. Birthdays. Just imagining all of those candles burning.

—- Understand concept, emotional arrival, connect to next writer

To be lonely and without children are a truly haunting motif in Carver’s story. The baker has sadly sat back and created these staples of family celebrations, but never got to experience any of it himself. While especially hard at fir st, he has begun to find solace in baking, noting that baking “was a better smell anytime than flowers”. While at first, Ann may have thought that she could relate to the baker at the beginning of the story, it is not now until she truly does.

Through hot rolls, coping

As the baker finds solace in baking, Breanna Hogan states that throughout her life, cooking is “[Her parent’s] time during the day to step away from their busy lives and to be with one another. Cooking is a great day to get away. But cope, preserving memory

In her “The Key to My Heart”, Christina Giannopoulos describes how sharing a dish allows her to relate with her aunt and appreciate the time that they have together.

Since my aunt is sick with cancer, I think the reason I love her salad so much is because it means that she is safe and I am still able to spend time with her. I’m not sure how many more times I will be able to eat multiple bowls of this salad with her in my presence, but I do know that whenever I take over the role of making this salad, I will always have her in mind. My Auntie Georgia is a very important part of my life and the way she prepares it for me with crisp bread every time I go to her house solidifies her health in my mind. I enjoy the meals that I get to have this salad because it specifically reminds me of her. Many memories from my childhood and my personal connections to family members makes this my favorite meal to eat.

While Giannopoulos’s piece may carry a heartbreaking tone, she is thankful that she can know her aunt through this dish. In stating that “…whenever I take over the role of making this salad, I will always have her in mind”, Giannopoulos associates continuing on her aunt’s legacy with making this dish, with preserving her memory.

 

“It’s better to feed people”

Offers up his rolls.

“Smell this,” the baker said, breaking open a dark loaf. “It’s heavy bread, but rich.” They smelled it, then he had them taste it. It had the taste of molasses and coarse grains. They listened to him. They ate what they could. They swallowed the dark bread. It was like daylight under the fluorescent trays of light. They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, as they did not think of leaving.”

[D1]Fix this

 

[D2]Introduce other papers

[D3]Get Specific here, how to proceed examination

 

[D4]Make simpler

[D5]Compress, relate to other peoples papers.

[D6]Put in intro

[D7]Better word

[D8]Cut some of this

Journal 10 (The Art of Quoting)

Daniel Richardson

Professor Jesse Miller

ENG 110

Journals

11 October 2017

Journal 10, The Art of Summarizing

In this latest chapter of They Say/I Say, by Gerald Graff and Cathy Birkenstein, the authors highlight the significance of summarizing the work of another author when one references in it their work, a trying dilemma for the grade school student, and writers alike, stating that many writers “fear that devoting too much time” to the ideas of others, “takes away from [that of] their own” (pg. 30). In fact, Graff and Birkenstein observe that oftentimes, students focused on only what the author at hand said, rather than that argument, or how it relates to the discussion at hand, causing instructors to “discourage their students from summarizing at all” (pg.36). However, this chapter is not to solely focus on what writers do wrong, but rather to provide a clinic in how to ultimately master “the art of summarizing.”

Before constructing a successful summary, one must initially come to a more neutral mindset. Mentioning the importance of balancing the work of the author, as well as your own, Birkenstein and Graff assert to write a good summary, one must be able to distance their own beliefs and put themselves “in the shoes of someone else” (pg.31).  In stating this, they most likely mean that when one comes to involve their own views in the summarization of others’ work, the results begin to skew, and the truths become distorted. One could relate this to obtaining news from a partisan news source, as an NBC or Fox News, rather than a more moderate outlet. After all, it is rude, as they suggest on (page 33), to enter a conversation with others and angrily start berating them, as it is boring just to repeat them.

Overall, I found the list of verbs at the end of the chapter to be most helpful to me, as they will come to be one of my biggest allies in summarizing the work of others. I also found the section on how to set up your argument through your summary to be most insightful.

Journal 9

Daniel Richardson
9 October 2017
Journal 9
In the short story “A Small, Good Thing”, by Raymond Carver, Ann, mother of 8-year-old Scotty, orders Scotty a cake for his birthday party for the next Monday from a local baker. However, a major plot twist comes into play on just the second page of the story, as Scotty is hit by a car and rushed to the hospital. Throughout the story Carver uses textual and sensory details to enhance his story the events of the story, invite the reader into the scenes, and ultimately structure the story. Although there are many cases of inclusionary details, possibly the pinnacle of the story, is how food is used in scenes that contain social interaction, and how food is used to describe the characters or setting in those scenes.
On page 204, Carver details Ann’s interaction with the baker. While Ann does not personally know the baker, she infers that a man of his age must have experienced through “this special time of cakes and birthday parties”, and have his own children who have gone through it with their children. While cakes can be used here to represent years going by, they are also customary in Western culture birthday parties, often a relatable object of celebration. Because of this, Ann believes that she shares common ground with the baker and he will hold friendly conversation with her.
One of the most vivid scenes describing the waiting process is the hospitals involves the. “Negro family”, first mentioned on page 239, who await word on their son Franklin’s condition. Like them, Scott’s parents await word on his condition. Ann interacts with them as she is going to go home for a spell. As restless as Scotty’s parents are, this family is that twofold. Carver depicts a scene of a table “littered with hamburger wrappers and Styrofoam cups.”. This could signal that they have been waiting for not just hours, but days. Yet this waiting depicts a relation between this family, and Ann’s. Ann realizes that she is not alone. Coming back from home, Ann returns to a table, still littered with the trash of the Franklin’s family, yet eerily empty of all human presence. She asks a nurse about Franklin, and learns that he has died.

At the end of the story, on page 218, when Scotty’s parents finally return to the bakery after his death, Scotty’s parents finally learn that in fact birthday cakes are a symbol of loneliness for the baker.
To repeat the days with the ovens endlessly full of and endlessly empty. The party food and celebrations that he’d worked over. Icing knuckle-deep. The tiny wedding couples stuck into cakes. Hundreds of them, no, thousands by now. Birthdays. Just imagining all of those candles burning.
To be lonely and without children are a truly haunting motif in this story. The baker has sadly sat back and created these staples of family celebrations, but never got to experience any of it himself. While especially hard at first, he has begun to find solace in baking, noting that baking “was a better smell anytime than flowers”. While at first, Ann may have thought that she could relate to the baker at the beginning of the story, it is not now until she truly does.

Short Story (Original Journal 3)

Journal 3:

13 September 2017

 

“Goodnight Dan! Text me when you get home safe!”, she called. “Goodnight Justine! I will!”, I answered back, we embraced. As I walked out the door, I was hit instantly with the crisp cool air of the night. Tasting this new atmosphere, I began the seemingly endless walk downhill to my car. Tree frogs squeaked. A peaceful, yet unnerving harmony. In comparison to the frogs, my heart beat was slow and got faster. At first, I did not hear it, then came the crescendo. “Ba bum, ba bum, ba BUM, BA BUM”. The few shining constellations, were my only consolation.

It is much harder to go into such a seemingly foreign environment after being in such a comfortable one. I finally reached my car, got in and took a deep breath. That “new car” scent, I’ve never been so relived to smell it. In reality, my car was not new at all. The linen ceiling was falling and the lightbulbs in the shifter had burned out. Forgetting such things, I started the car and flipped the headlights to on. As I shifted into what I thought was drive, I began to roll back slowly. I felt like something was pulling me. I turned to look back. Suddenly those falling linens looked monstrous. A creature of the night had come for my car! Maybe the frogs had tried to warn me with their hymn? Or maybe it was them who had summoned it. I exclusively knew terror.

Locking my doors faster than you could say “Zoinks!”, I threw my car into drive and hit the gas. Sending bits of the dirt road up behind me, I tore it out of there. Thank god Justine was safe inside. I hoped that she had locked the door. It was wall between my fear and her comfortable existence. Oh, how I wished to be safely back in her arms. Alas, I knew to escape this monster I had to drive home. Hands sweating profusely, my grip on the wheel became warm ssand slippery. Every tree looked like a creature straight out of hell. The glowing eyes within them, the face of their demon. A tear running down my face, I could taste the salt.  Adjacent to me, a pond, glowing eerily in the moon’s light. With the light of the moon, came the calls of the coyotes. The roar of other engines, became those of mountain lions. Blinded with fear, my other senses became more enhanced with delusion. The sheet was still hanging down from the ceiling. All the way home, I never looked back.

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