<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:14:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet ghost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-672226493369805770</id><published>2008-03-09T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:13:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling a Heinrich</title><content type='html'>Well, for me it was interesting because my sister and I love to annoy each other by doing what Heinrich does with his father. So, for me doing this was really quite easy because I had an hour on Friday with just Hannah in the car. We started to talk about random sort of things but what really worked was when she found out that this was a project for school and she really wanted to know about it. So, I would go around that subject and try to get her on different subjects or even try to confuse her in the project itself. Though most of the time I would get upset rather than the other way around because Hannah knows how to do this really well. She is actually, as I would call her, an expert. But hopefully this is what you wanted us to do for this assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-672226493369805770?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/672226493369805770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=672226493369805770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/672226493369805770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/672226493369805770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/03/pulling-heinrich.html' title='Pulling a Heinrich'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-8910221429711314425</id><published>2008-02-14T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:53:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>For me, I am very iffy on this but I will try to answer your question about where the line ends with a person and starts with a character. I think the in movies the character has an effect on sociaty but that will not reflect the beliefs of the actor. Though if the actor knows that this movie goes against what he or she believes than why do they do it? Maybe I dont understand but to make this clear, I am glad that there are christian actors that are not just in christian films. This shows that maybe we can make progress in the world especially in hollywood. I think that if we can effect the writers, who think that way and are effected by the world, to promote something better than maybe we can change a little. So, I would say that the writers are the major ones to blame because if they did not write that stuff than there would not be "those" kind of movies.( I did not know what to call "those" movies) Also, though the actors are partially to blame because if they did not take the roles than there would not be a confusion on their stance. But you cannot take out of the equation me/us/ the people that will go and see these movies and support it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-8910221429711314425?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/8910221429711314425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=8910221429711314425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/8910221429711314425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/8910221429711314425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/02/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-6877098151906003442</id><published>2008-02-12T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:21:30.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As I see it, the darkness effects her even though she does not say a word. Form the slices of moon light which creates darkness to just the night at the end, darkness could be some thing she is going through. I feel that these seal men know something about her that even she might not know which could represent the darkness in her life. They also are compared to glittering pools of ink that might be the smudge in her life that she wants to cover up. The darkness might not be something bad, it could represent a new chapter in her life that she is afraid of stepping into. By the sweat behind her knees she is scared but she still clutches at the holes that are left behind by the men. It is like she wants to move on but its a big jump from where she is now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-6877098151906003442?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/6877098151906003442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=6877098151906003442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/6877098151906003442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/6877098151906003442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/02/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-3892514544618391449</id><published>2008-02-11T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:13:38.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In the short story, Asolescence, hyper reality is the major form of postmodernism. As it begins, she sees " three seal men with eyes as round as dinner plates and eyelachese like sharpened tines." For her, reality and fanticy have mixed to create what she is seeing in her mind. It also shows that she might feel as if adulthood is looking at her even though she still feels like a kid. Also, as she continues her reality, they vanish and she " clutch(es) at the ragged holes they leave behind." She is surprised at the new wonders that could await as she steps forward into a new area of her life. She is eager to start in but scared of what might come of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-3892514544618391449?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/3892514544618391449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=3892514544618391449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/3892514544618391449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/3892514544618391449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/02/adolescence.html' title='Adolescence'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-381895062628606869</id><published>2008-02-07T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:45:34.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOAST</title><content type='html'>As people, communication is the key to how we live our lives but when words are broken down the language becomes limited.Our fight to understand becomes confused when we try to get down to what something really is, like toast as a "pointless invention from the Dark Ages". Our language becomes pointless if someone does not understand the object being discribed. Every word could mean something else but once it is given a definition it points to what we really mean. As language deteriorates, any word could mean anything and that words" cannot be explained by rational means". By breaking down the words, we break down communication as a whole. Through this it is shown that word are nothing in the end but the meanings behind them that count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-381895062628606869?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/381895062628606869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=381895062628606869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/381895062628606869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/381895062628606869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/02/toast.html' title='TOAST'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-7035646692326975773</id><published>2008-01-29T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:01:43.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influences of Hyperreality</title><content type='html'>From movies to books, the live of today have been changed by hyper reality. For me, the biggest one would be "Disney as a'hyperreality" because of its "happily ever after" endings. Though many of their movies are fun to watch, it also give a wrong impression of life and love. I have been lead to believe at a young age that once my prince charming shows up everything will be alright but now I understand that it is going to be a struggle. ( Shouldn't we know by now that most of these hyperrealities are not what life is really like?)Even in books, we see the picture perfect places like in &lt;em&gt;Anne of Avonlea &lt;/em&gt;when she first sees that house and says "that it was a real pretty place, with a lovely garden and roses climbing all over it" or in other words picturesque. I have found that not everything should be like that because it might be perfect in some other way. I can see though how this house would be my ideal house but it would probably not be right for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themeparkinsider.com/news/response.cfm?ID=3957"&gt;http://www.themeparkinsider.com/news/response.cfm?ID=3957&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litquotes.com/quote_title_resp.php?TName=Anne%20Of%20Avonlea"&gt;http://www.litquotes.com/quote_title_resp.php?TName=Anne%20Of%20Avonlea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-7035646692326975773?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/7035646692326975773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=7035646692326975773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/7035646692326975773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/7035646692326975773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/01/influences-of-hyperreality.html' title='Influences of Hyperreality'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-2841739438124564082</id><published>2008-01-27T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:17:32.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperreality</title><content type='html'>In the American culture today, love and relationships have been effected by hyper reality. For many hyper reality "characterizes the inability of &lt;a title="Consciousness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consciousness"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to distinguish&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Reality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a title="Fantasy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fantasy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, especially in technologically advanced postmodern cultures." This shows that love in our culture has been morphed and transformed to what we want it to be. It also brings a symbol ,which for example relationships or marriage of the same gender, to mean something different in the publics eye. Hyper reality can also create "reality by proxy, in which a person takes someone else's version of reality on board as his or her own." As we watch TV, the types of relationships that are portrayed give an idea of what we might expect though in reality it is different. Even as a kid, watching Disney movies showed me that love was supposed to be "happily ever after" but now that I have grown up the fantasy is different than reality. As hyper reality grows its effect ripples through love and relationships in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperreality"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperreality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-hyperreality.htm"&gt;http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-hyperreality.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-2841739438124564082?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/2841739438124564082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=2841739438124564082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/2841739438124564082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/2841739438124564082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/01/hyperreality.html' title='Hyperreality'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-6944500766837692251</id><published>2008-01-20T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:24:02.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postmodernism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;As a Christian, I would say that postmodernism is only bad if you apply it to your life. There is a difference in being a postmodern artist or actor and just having it be your life style. The world has taken this postmodernism in and even as Christians it has affected our lives and the way we think. So, I would say that believing that there is not Meta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;narrative &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and that chaos is good is not the christian way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We should stand our ground when people say that it might apply to you but not to me. We should be able to answer that statement and give them a reason why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-6944500766837692251?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/6944500766837692251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=6944500766837692251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/6944500766837692251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/6944500766837692251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/01/postmodernism.html' title='Postmodernism'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-475036269990596946</id><published>2008-01-16T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:51:55.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Jack Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;He is postmodern by his actions like his life only matters to him. It is like what works for him goes and there could be another way but what he does works. They say that he has done bad things and he seems just not to care like it is apart of his lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-475036269990596946?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/475036269990596946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=475036269990596946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/475036269990596946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/475036269990596946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/01/captain-jack-sparrow.html' title='Captain Jack Sparrow'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-9189443938330501334</id><published>2008-01-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:17:21.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What I did for my progect probably does not seem like I was stepping out of the "ant" colony but I really am. I , as everyone porbably knows, loves to play soccer but conversing with the team is a different thing. I usually with my team say hi and hang out on the side waiting for the practice to start but this time I accually got involved and talked to these girls about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-9189443938330501334?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/9189443938330501334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=9189443938330501334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/9189443938330501334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/9189443938330501334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/01/ants.html' title='Ants'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-2245346307885196859</id><published>2008-01-08T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:12:57.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think that the question game shows that all humans are questioning how things happened and why. The game shows that people are curious and sometimes stupid in their conclusion of life. The game is like a picture into the world where people ask random questions that in the end already had an answer. They like to question things because it makes them in the end feel superior or accomplished in the knowledge that they have learned( even if it is wrong). Though they might just like asking questions because it is like a game to them in a way that existing is a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-2245346307885196859?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/2245346307885196859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=2245346307885196859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/2245346307885196859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/2245346307885196859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/01/question-game.html' title='The Question Game'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-3120737176664675804</id><published>2008-01-03T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:06:16.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to 't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think that Horatio said this in disapproval or in a some what of a question because Hamlet than explains himself to Horatio after. It is somewhat of a weird saying because we have no emotion to pair it with and it just feels like a filler phrase that Shakespeare put in there because Hamlet  needed someone to talk to. I find it hard to believe that Horatio would approve of what Hamlet did but weirder things have happened in this story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-3120737176664675804?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/3120737176664675804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=3120737176664675804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/3120737176664675804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/3120737176664675804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2008/01/guildenstern-and-rosencrantz-go-to-t.html' title='Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to &apos;t'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-857976437600905705</id><published>2007-12-10T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:24:33.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT Prince Hamlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The structure of this poem is of his thoughts or even bunny trails that some how always come together as he finishes his thought. When he observes the fog it is as if he is talking about him self because a little later it is some what the same. When he talks about the mermaids it is like the woman of his time, they talk to one another but not him. His theme, to me, is the changing of the ages and how he is alone and old in the end. He feels as if he is going crazy because he think he knows something great but people are changing. He feels like he is letting go and is now only in a spiral downward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-857976437600905705?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/857976437600905705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=857976437600905705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/857976437600905705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/857976437600905705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-not-prince-hamlet.html' title='I am NOT Prince Hamlet'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-7435714001292177145</id><published>2007-12-05T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:47:25.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is like we think we know who we are but we really do not by the end because we have changed. This applies to Hamlet because he says that he is acting but really becomes a crazy man because of his fathers death. Also, Hamlet feels that his uncle has done a heinous act by killing his father but Hamlet accidently kills Ophilias father. This shows that Ophilias statement about not knowing who we really are is correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-7435714001292177145?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/7435714001292177145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=7435714001292177145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/7435714001292177145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/7435714001292177145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-know-what-we-are-but-know-not-what.html' title='We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May B'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-551362775777352491</id><published>2007-12-03T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:41:22.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie vs Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think that the Play is better than the movie because the play is the original and portrays the authors thought rather than the directors. In the play we have the exact sequence of what should be done and what is going on but in the movie they jumble up the scenes and move the lines around. I think that the director some what captures the mood and tone of the play but it probably would be better if it went in order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-551362775777352491?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/551362775777352491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=551362775777352491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/551362775777352491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/551362775777352491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2007/12/movie-vs-play.html' title='Movie vs Play'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-4640812374588687249</id><published>2007-11-29T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:24:14.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ART</title><content type='html'>I do agree that art should be a reflection of humanity or whatever  your trying to pertray. This will allow the audience to relate to whatever situation is going on in the play/art. For Claudius this reality of the what is suppost to be untrue shows that he is guilty for killing the King. By portraying reality Hamlet gets the proof that he needs to incriminate Claudiusas the killer. My drama teacher says that in drama we are holding a mirror up to the world and being the reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-4640812374588687249?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/4640812374588687249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=4640812374588687249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/4640812374588687249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/4640812374588687249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2007/11/art.html' title='ART'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-3141788180631700760</id><published>2007-11-28T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:07:15.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threat and Degree</title><content type='html'>I think that Claudius thinks Hamlet is a little threat but does not know his seceret so he is safe. In act 1 scene 2, Claudius tells Hamlet that he has "a heart unfortified, a mind impatient,an understanding simple and unschooled." Which in regular terms state that he is weak, simple and vulnerable. Claudius is saying that because Hamlet is this way he is not King and Claudius is not scared to say this if Hamlet was a big problem. There is also the concern for Hamlet over the Kingdom in act 2 scene 2, where Clauduas is more concerned of the well being of Hamlet than that message that there will be no more attackes. This shows that Claudius is a little bit concerned about what is going on with Hamlet and what he knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-3141788180631700760?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/3141788180631700760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=3141788180631700760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/3141788180631700760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/3141788180631700760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2007/11/threat-and-degree.html' title='Threat and Degree'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293859435405409383.post-4760173970161274092</id><published>2007-11-27T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:55:54.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>does Hamlet love Ophelia?</title><content type='html'>I think that Hamlet did love Ophelia at one point in his life but is kind of confused with how he feels later on. Once his mother remarries Hamlet states " frailty thy name is woman" which is a broad generalization of woman. So by this Hamlet now has a different perspective of woman and how they act. He seems more discused and he even sound like he is questioning their motives in general. Though the text does not give direct conversation between Ophelia and Hamlet, in act 1 scene 3 Ophelia does say that Hamlet has made "many tenders of his affectionts" to her. This shows that at one point Hamlet did like her and was interested in her. Also, when the King and Queen are wondering about Hamlet, Polonius comes and says that he believes that Hamlet is in love and shows them the letters to Ophelia. These letters of love show that before the his father died, Hamlet did somewhat love Ophelia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293859435405409383-4760173970161274092?l=hamletghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/feeds/4760173970161274092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293859435405409383&amp;postID=4760173970161274092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/4760173970161274092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293859435405409383/posts/default/4760173970161274092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hamletghost.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-hamlet-love-ophelia.html' title='does Hamlet love Ophelia?'/><author><name>Jessica SCS Hamlet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12277531487426864880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
