viernes, 31 de enero de 2014

My Genome, My Self By Steven Prinker (Summary and Rhetorical response)

My Genome, My Self By Steven Prinker

Summary By Fabian Gonzalez

‘My Genome, My Self’ is an argumentative opinion article that emphasizes the importance of genes in people’s lives and how do they influence our actions, thoughts and decisions.  


Prinker brings up different postures about the source (genes or environment context in people’s childhood) of our behavior, our susceptibility of suffering a specific disease and our way of choosing our likes and dislikes. He also makes a comparison between these postures in order to state that neither of them is the source despite they have certain influence in the mentioned aspects.

Rhetorical Response

In the article, the author appeals several times to ethos by being reliable and credible with the amount of information that he explores and studies. He also gives his own analysis on the behavioral gene-source and how people should understand that there are lots of aspects that influence, in some certain way, the traits and makeups of the human being. With this he is appealing to logos. 

In a specific part of the article's introduction, Prinker states that employment discrimination and advantageous inequalities coming from some companies could be the outcomes for our society depending on the people who could have access to the genetic information of any person. This is his appeal to Pathos. 



domingo, 26 de enero de 2014

When There became Here

When There became Here

-Can I have another glass of water please?- said Sergio to the stewardess. He had been flying on that plane for two hours and twenty minutes and he had drank only water during the flight, his bladder was about to reach its limit but he asked for another glass of water anyway.
  - Do you want me to put ice in it again?- asked the stewardess gently.
  - If you don't mind, please.- He replied with a shy smile.
  - Of course not, it's always my pleasure. - she said.

Sergio turned his head towards to the window's side, he wanted to get his sight lost into the greatness of the sea, it was amazingly blue, just like the way he felt. The closer Sergio got to his destination the more worried he was. He had never been that far from what he knew and he felt like there was nothing meant for him at the place he was heading to.
  -Here's your water sweetie - said the stewardess who had come back from the plane's kitchen, Sergio didn't answer, he just gave her a smile and received the glass promptly.

It was a year-long stay, and he thought he was not prepared for it, but he had no other choice. His whole year had been all about that trip, his father wanted him to go and had done all the possible  arrangements to make him do that...and he did.

Suddenly Sergio felt a sting within his belly, he had to go to the restroom.

A year or maybe more than that, maybe a year and a half, he wanted to come back right at that instant, but it had only been two hours and thirty minutes since he left, two hours and thirty minutes from a year!. Time was against him, it pronounced itself like an ocean of seconds, an hourglass filled up with grains of sand from a whole desert, and every grain represented one of those choking seconds.

His teardrops where salty, just like the ocean should be- he thought.
The plane had almost arrived, Sergio filled up and sign the papers of migration and customs, then stood still until the light of the fasten your seat belt sign was lit. Sergio got off the plane after the landing.
As he approached at the airport's exit he felt like he was trapped in some kind of dream, the situation felt unreal to him, he had thought of that moment like a far future only, he never realized that the day of this travel would certainly come and he'd had to say goodbye... at that moment he knew that the place that had been so distant from his home and seemed to be so far far away to be called present, stopped being there and started being here. 
An anguish feeling shadowed his face, his sight blurred and his knees started to crumble, he could not resist longer and offloaded his bladder.



viernes, 10 de enero de 2014

My story as a writer...


I've always thought that writing is a pretty difficult thing to do, it's not easy to be looking at a blank piece of paper in order to put letters in it, and it takes a lot of time to begin thinking of what would be better to write down, your pencil is the only friend you have to create your work and it doesn't come to you with ideas, it is just an extension of your body that your brain uses to project things.

 It was not long ago that I started reading novels and tales as a hobby, before that, I used to read them only if I had assignments or some kind of homework to do about them. Everything begun when my cousin wanted me to buy the Bram Stoker's novel: Dracula, she said that reading that novel caused her some serious nightmares, and as a fan of intense experiences I wanted to know how it was to read the book. So I bought it. It wasn't as scary as I thought but I had some gloomy dreams after I read it. It was a little bit annoying that I had to read it with a dictionary on my other hand due to the words that the author used, but despite that it's one of the bests books I've read. After reading Dracula I realized that reading was really fun and it was a lot rewarding because it teaches you a whole world of new words.

 I read three more books that year: Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, Patrick Süskind's Perfume and Tolkien's The Hobbit, that is a good number considering that the previous year I had read zero books.

 The next year I read seven books, and next of it I read eleven, last year I read fifteen, all of them novels or tales. The more I read stories, the more I became greedy for them. I had to write papers and laboratory reports almost for every subject in my career back at Colombia, but I enjoyed more to write my own stories in a more opened way so I could express myself and recreate, in my own way, what I had read. Last year's fall I took an elective subject called Literature. They made me write some works, but those weren't like the rest, they were the kind of opened-form writings that I wanted to write, so I enjoyed a lot.

There were two of the works that I made that I really liked, the first one was a made-up chronicle that had to be some kind of lost manuscript written by any person within the crew of Christopher Columbus at any of his voyages to the recently discovered american continent. The second one was the sequel of one of the twelve tales in 'Strange Pilgrims' from our Colombian Nobel Prize: Gabriel García Márquez, the name of the tale was 'The Ghosts of August'. I really enjoyed writing that last one because it was a suspense tale, so I liked the fact that I gave it a cool ending with a horror content.

 I won't say that my knowledge about different books is great, because I believe that you have to read several amounts of books in a life to say so, but I've read enough authors to say how I'd like to build my own writing style. I like to  use sophisticated words and to place them into a simple context so it's easy to figure out their meaning and to memorize them, I don't like to overuse them because it can be tedious to read, I've adopted this aspect from some writers of yesteryear who have influenced me not just on the structure they use, but also on the words and expressions they tend to put on their works. I also like to enquire in different genres of literature so I can gather a bigger amount of stories every time. Herbert George Wells, Doris Lessing, José Saramago, Gabriel García Márquez, Stephen King, J.R.R Tolkien, Franz Kafka, Howard Lovecraft and even the Marquis of Sade, they could may be very different and have nothing in common, but they have inspired me with their novels and their stories really deeply.

 Nowadays I've been working on a thriller novel in spanish, it's been a project that I started last year, encouraged by my father and my sister, they have supported me with this since I told them that one of my biggest dreams would be being the second Nobel Prize for Colombia some day. I'd like people to see me as a great writer of the near future years, I want them to recognize me for my writing and my style.

 I expect from this course to help me to improve my writing because, unfortunately, I haven’t written anything in english, just on my native language. I know that, due to my career, most of times I’ll have to write some closed-form writings but I’m also hapily willing to learn how to write them.
About Me...
My name is Fabian González Bonilla, I'm Colombian. I studied at Sergio Arboleda University at my country and I came here to finish my career in a Dual External Program, my major is Computer Engineering. I like reading novels and tales, my favorite food is pasta, watching movies is one of the things I enjoy most . I love playing volleyball, because even I'm not a tall person I can manage quite good jumps. I really like writing but I've never written anything important in English, that's why I expect to improve by taking this subject.