Cion Blog #4

Toloki

Born March 8th, 1964 recently died on November 16th, 2017.  Toloki, a native South African, came to Athens to fulfill his duties as a professional mourner. He died in severe car accident when a drunk driver hit him head on. He left behind a wife, Orpah, and their son and daughter. His son and daughter are to carry on the profession of mourning with their mother. All have tear drop tattoos to reflect that they are in mourning for Toloki. He will be missed.

Discourse Communities

The discourse communities I am part of are athlete, American, poet, musician, part of Cogar family, lover, friend, Italian, college student, laid back, beach bum.

POET:

This community is to put words together in a way that's creative,

Words that can rhyme and words that don't rhyme but joy is what they give.

The genre's that are used are can be happiness, joy, hatred, and pain,

Either way emotions are being spread all the same.

Poetry can be used to let people know how you're feeling or to relieve stress. To become a member of this group all you have to do is write some poems that people like and enjoy or criticize and hate.

ATHLETE:

Someone who plays a sport. You don't have to be the best, you can be the worst but as long as you're having fun then you're an athlete. Athletes can be a person on a team in sports like hockey, football, basketball, etc. Or a person who plays solo sports like golf, tennis, or ping pong. To become a member of this community, just start playing a sport on a team or a solo sport.

PART OF THE COGAR FAMILY:

Someone that has a fun time. Respectable, fun, exciting, interesting. Cogars like to be loud and always have a fun time. Close together and love to recite lines from the movie Tombstone.  Love to have family parties and really caring for each other. To become a member of this group you must be born a Cogar or married to a member of it.

Cion #2

He stood in the corner of the room alone, minding his own business. He wore black clothing and had long hair. He wore a hat backwards. His coat was yellow and gray and he was tall and skinny. He had a larger shorter man next to him. He had a go-tee and smoked a cigarette. The tall one referred to him as Lunchbox or Silent Bob. Every time a girl walked by the tall one conjured himself to shout his name and various phrases, "Hey momma what's up I'm Jay and this is heterolifemate Silent Bob." 

They stood there doing nothing but talking about random things. But every time the tall one, Jay, talked, he conjured up ways to make himself look like a fool and an idiot. But it was hilarious.

Essay 2 Topic

My topic will be the war on drugs

Thesis

A woman is judged tougher than a man and it is a proven fact.

Cion #1

It was a ritual that has been around for centuries. People did nothing when the day came every week. I witnessed it for the first time when I was a small boy. People would gather together in unison despite who they were or what they did to participate in the ritual. 

At my first ritual I noticed what everyone was wearing the same clothing colors with a name on the front. We all gathered around this box with a men talking. Everyone eager and shouting wanting it to start. My father held me in his lap as we watched, waiting for it to begin. I watched and noticed that the thing they played in look like the Colosseum that the gladiators fought in. I asked my dad if there was going to be a fight. He looked at me and answered yes son, today we will kill those punks from Pittsburgh. I turned to the box with a look of eagerness ready to watch the battle. 

It began. Loud music and cheers filled the Colosseum shaped building. Men ran out in yellow and black clothes and were being scowled by the spectators who wore some type of brown shirts like I was wearing. My uncle began cursing at the men. My dad shouted boos. I joined in not knowing why but thought it would be fun and it was. Yet I didn't know why I was yelling at the box. But then it got quiet. The people at my house hushed for the moment. Then cheers of enjoyment and excitement as men in brown shirts and orange helmets ran into the Colosseum building onto the green surface that had a light amount of snow. I heard the cheers from everyone at my house so I began to cheer.

I watched in amazement as a this lemon shaped, brown thing flew through the air and was caught by a man in the brown shirt. He began to run with it as the spectators cheered and shouted GO! GO! I began shouting the same thing. He ran past numbers on the ground that were in multiples of 10. He was attacked at the one marked 40 by men in the white and yellow clothes. The event went on with hitting and running and these things called touchdowns. At the end of the battle the final score was Browns 28, Steelers 24. I asked my dad if we won the fight. He looked at me and smiled and said yes.

Ever since then I haven't missed a ritual. Every sunday I put on my brown shirt and sit in front of the television to participate in a great ritual. I will never forget my first time I took place in one the greatest ritual I have ever seen. Go Browns.

Essay 1 Pre-Write

I will start out by saying that both essays have valid points. But I'm choosing to write about Deborah Tannen's essay There is No Unmarked Woman". I decided to write about this essay because it's the easiest to write about. Ha-ha, I'm just kidding. Seriously, she makes remarks about the women at the conference and their appearance. I felt that as I read I started to agree with what she had to say. Women and men are looked at differently in the world by both sexes. 

Why is it that no matter how we appear we are judged daily on it by others in the work place? Everywhere we go people judge us as if we are on trial or something. Tannen judges the women and men at the conference and she goes into a well thought out process of how we are judged differently.

Tannen says it's we are noticed. But men and women are noticed in different ways. She points out that women are judged based on whether or not they choose to use Miss, Mrs, or Ms. or choose to take their husband's last name. Each tells something about the way they are addressed. With keeping their last name people see the woman as independent and not in need of a male for support. With taking the last name of the husband to some people they feel that the woman can't support herself. By support I don't mean by financially, but as a person. 

Tannen sort of gives a man's point of view in the essay but not that well. As men she tells that we only notice a women for how they dress. Well looks can be deceiving to some, I feel. But yet men do judge women for how they look. We see a women wearing skimpy clothes and the first thought that pops up is she is a, excuse my word chose, a slut. Before we even get to know her she is "marked". Just like Tannen says in her essay that women are "marked".

I agree with what Tannen has to say. She uses details and facts to prove her point that women are "marked". Since I'm male I have judged a female on the way she looks because of how she chooses to dress. But I tend to change my opinion after learning about them. At my high school I was a victim of judging all because I marked women for their looks.