Week 3 of Passion Project

This week was spent planning for my project, the plan is attached below.


Planning Calendar


I will be using the recording studio twice a week, the extra day will be used practicing and learning how to produce, edit music. Occasionally when I have a satisfactory song I will publish is on to a platform.

Week 2 of Passion Project

This week of Passion Project I continued to explore with making music by actually trying to make music. I experimented with instruments, chord progression and different melodic ideas. I found some videos on how to make music and how most music is similar. An interesting video I found was this video which explained that much of music is formed by taking apart and reassembling parts of music from before.

I Also found videos of creators on youtube who take suggestions from others and are able to just make original music from this.

This is one of those videos.

I have decided from this week that I want to create music as much as possible and learn as much as I can about music making. I want to be able to make music when asked to. I also want to learn more about my “simple instrument” – guitar and how to different ways to use my guitar in different genres of music making.

Goal: By the end of the year, I will have the ability to make music on demand, the music will be mostly pop-ish and have an obvious theme. I will present my improvement by posting my music as an album or singles on platforms such as youtube, Soundcloud or Spotify.


I am certain I want to continue making music and improving this ability. However, I might change how I will present it.

Week 1 of Passion Project

Passion project just started, and I am not sure what I plan to do. While I have a general direction to pursue, music, I am still very unsure as to how specifically I will continue with this project.

I started digging on the youtube and how others have pursued music. One specific individual I follow is John Cozart or PAINT. This is one of his more recent works.

I was inspired by his ability to write such a simple yet beautiful song with simply a ukelele. I want to do something similar to this, though lyric writing is not my strongest suit, I realized my ultimate goal in this passion project is to be able to ultimately write songs for anything with simple instruments. I guess that I am more interested in the writing part of music and not necessarily the production part.

I did more digging and found more artists I liked such as Bo Burnham, Owen Cambell, Rhett and Link, Cavetown and many others. Artists who wrote original music and were able to perform and share them without heavy advertisement and production.

Once again I have decided I simply want the ability to write music when I wish to and maybe to perform them. Which crosses out options such as covering other artists are remixing. I have not completely crossed out doing a little electronic music, even though I enjoy being able to perform with more simple instruments, being able to mix my music seems like an important skill.

In the end I still wasn’t able to completely come to a decision, but I have definitely narrowed my direction.

Short Story

Lord Capulet loves horses, but not like a parent would a child but an unwavering passion for what he believes.


Once upon a summer evening, when the days are longer and tempers are shorter, the stable is joined by a common guest. Regardless of the relentless heat, Lord Capulet still wore his signature coat and hat.


“They are too big for you,” servants would say. But they stopped saying that, as those who said those words were never able to speak again.


Capulet asked, clearly irritated, “What colours be these wall?”


The horse trader responded, “The walls are white, sir, white as freshly fallen snow, white as the feathers of a swan, white as the innocent skin of a child. The walls are white, sir.”


“The walls are white,” Capulet spat, “White as the net of a spider, white as the flag of the defeated, white as the skin of a dead man. You mean to say that white is a good colour? I resist Myself to destroy this place with my own hands. Enough! Bring me the horses.”


The horse trader disappeaRed like a frightened child and came back with two horses. Capulet proceeded to examine the first.


The horse is as white as the morning sun. Its tail and mane kept clean and sHort. A perfect balance of strength and elegance. The white stallion reminded Capulet of the prince whose elegance is a mask for its undeniablE strength. Capulet’s own horses seem like mice in comparison to this magnificent beast.


“I’ll buy this horse,” Capulet said, his voice ringed like the knock of a gavel; it is cleaR any objection will change nothing.


The horse trader said quietly, “What of the second horse?” More of a statement than a question. More to himself than to Capulet.


The second horse is a Brown Horse, the colour of dirt; its mane is long, clogged up with years of unkempt chaos; its massive body is clumsy and disjointed. Capulet didn’t stop laughing, such a horse next to the fantastical white stallion is like a sapling next to a forest, a beggar next to a king, a spark next to the sun……


“You may laugh at me for what I am,” the Brown Horse snapped,

“you may laugh at the dirt on my back.

You may laugh at the elegance which I lack.

You may laugh at the limp when I walk.

You may laugh at the stammer when I talk.

You may laugh at my throat which is dry.

You may laugh at my broken one eye.

But until the time I join with the dead. The least you can do is to pay me respect.”


Capulet stared at the Brown Horse and laughed even louder,

“Yes I will laugh at you for which you are.

I will laugh at when you last ran,

When you were outran by an elephant.

I will laugh at your skin covered in soot.

I will laugh at how you sleep in your own poo.

I will laugh at you trying to talk,

When your worth here is nothing at all.

Why shall I pay you any respect, when I see you, all I see is trash?”


The horse is wise; it saw many things and saw even more. Seeing Lord Capulet, the horse recogniZes a man spoiled By years of unquEstioned agReement, it sees a weed that Grew too long wIthout being cut down, it Sees a sailor that spends all his time in the sea without storms and tides, it sees a child that is never tauGht the world doesn’t revolve Around him. So the horse became angry, not the anger of a child, but the dark anger of one who has every reason to be furious.


The Brown Horse pounced at Lord Capulet, all restraints that held the horse snapped under the explosive dash. Capulet fell to the stone floor with a loud thud. Before anyone could react, the Brown Horse stomped its hooves onto Capulet’s massive clothes, pinning him down like an arrow at a target. The Brown Horse is not mad, his eYes were not wild or blind, but rather the solemn concentrated glare of an executioner. The horse opened its mouth, as wide as a shark and bit down on Lord Capulet with one quick motion. Capulet’s head tore off the neck, and blood pooled all over the white floor.


The horse ran away, but it didn’t matter for it is not a murder but an act of kindness.

Marxists Ideas In “Things Fall Apart”

Classes In society

Even in the tribal setting of Things Fall Apart, everyone clearly has a role in the society. Those stronger lead the tribe, but instead of economic strength, our protagonists demonstrate physical strength, and this is what divides them and drives them in there society. We see that those who lose those fights must bow down there head in shame as those who are higher up in the society rule and change what is right and wrong.


People in Okonkwo’s setting are also bind to there position by age, those who are the son of an authority are expected to perform traditional and make their parents proud. While whoever were fed and raised by somebody was expected to worship and listen to every wish or command of the elder. The most elderly are very well respected in this society, they are a part of the ruling class and the most powerful.


In such a society, women do not have very much power. They were expected to give all the power to the men and allow the men to run the family. They did not have the power to obtain large amounts of valuables and were expected to stay at home and care for the children. They were part of the lower and working class. The wives of those with more powerful husbands had more powerful possessions but were still not among the upper class.

Massive changes

We see many large scale revolutions in our current society. This also exists in Things Fall Apart, when christians came with new philosophies, the lower class saw this as an opportunity to thrive, they fought for equality and in a way has succeed. The Christians deftly manipulated the Nigerian society by altering their culture and changing their social layout. While the society benefited as a whole, the upperclass lost a lot of power but had to submit to the new changes.

Adapting to society

Okonkwo believed in hard work, seeing his fathers laziness and unwilling to perform labor. He worked hard to become a direct contrast of his father. However, Okonkwo failed to adapt to changes in society, he stuck to the old methods of life and quickly fell behind of the quickly moving society. His lost much of his achievements in life and lost his life at the end.



The book Ready Player One by Ernest Cline is set in a future world where people with poor living conditions escape the terrible reality with a virtual world. The theme of the regular lives replaced with life in a virtual reality is constantly present throughout the novel and this motivates the protagonists to use the reward to change the deteriorating world. “I’d heard that if you accessed the simulation with a new state-of-the-art immersion rig, it was almost impossible to tell the OASIS from reality.” (Cline, 22) In our society, an individual is looked down if the majority of their time is spent locked in a room spending time constantly surrounded by movies, television and video games. However, in the world of Ready Player One, spending time in the OASIS (Name of the virtual reality system) was a societal norm. The virtual world became an essential part of life in such a world. Businesses, schools, government structures were established within the virtual world, when reality became difficult to live in, the virtual world was a perfect place to escape. I realized that this is perfectly possible in the future, the entertainment industry had constantly been on a rise in the past few years. It is very possible that technology supports a fully functional virtual world where anything is possible. Only late in the novel did Wade Watts, the protagonist realize that only in the tangible real world can he find true happiness. “As terrifying and painful as reality can be, it’s also the only place where you can find true happiness.” (375) Ready Player One is a plot heavy fantasy novel that includes many 80s allusions, and an intricate mystery puzzle, but it also warns us that a virtual reality cannot fulfill all the roles of a companion.



Mabel the Boss

The exposition begins with the main protagonist Mabel Pines on a couch with her brother and great-uncle Stan Pines. The story is set in the “Mystery Shack” a tourist attraction located in a mysterious forest. The three are watching a show they are obviously familiar with, the “cash wheel”. This scene illustrates the family friendliness of this story. In the next scene the film makers uses consecutive examples of Stan’s insatiable greed, perfect examples are displayed to show Stan’s complete disregarded for making honest money, adults watching this episode could interpret this as the lack of genuine businessmen in our current economy. The protagonist Mabel refers to her grand uncle as “gruncle” a childish cute term that reflects her character as a innocent blissful child. Mabel disputes with Stan about his fraudulent products and unreasonable pricing, Mabel then expresses her belief in encouragement and the word “please”. Mabel continues and makes a bet with Stan, her concrete goal or desire is to earn more money than Stan would on his vacation in 72 hours. This conflict goes together with the dramatic question which is whether Mabel or Stan would earn more money. Mabel starts off strong by encouraging her employees to make their own decisions, but giving them such freedom is a massive distraction from the job. Many obstacles arise as she struggles to earn enough money to surpass Stan. At the climax, she realizes that only way to earn money is to push her employees and act like Stan did before. The falling action is a montage of the mystery shack fixing the tourist trap and paying back property damage. The conflict is resolved as Stan loses to Mabel by 1 dollar and accepts his loss.

Story Told Through Cheques

Lawrence Exeter Jr. is at the peak of his life, almost none in London can afford even his boot. Like his father, Lawrence carelessly spent his time and money on women after women. He found it entertaining to wander aimlessly through life and solving his problems with bundles of cash. Lawrence did not care about much other than his women and Tony Spagoni.


Lawrence’s first encounter with Tony is one of his proudest moments. When he was getting his shiny red cardiac repaired, 2 men walked past him towards mechanic, Tony Spagoni. Startled, Tony started running, but the 2 men held him down. Like lions chasing down its prey. It is at this moment Lawrence decided to stick his nose into other people’s business. He walked towards the men slowly with his head high, a confident smile curling around his lips.

“Gentlemen, if money is what you’re looking for, here it is.”

The 2 men stare at him, stunned.

“Got a name.”

After a short pause, one of the men replies, “Walker, both of us.”

Lawrence hands them a cheque; he smirks as he watched their eyes grow wider. The men whisper apologies as they ran with the cheque. Tony soon became close friends with Lawrence after this incident, they shared common topics as they both grew up in Mississippi. Tony approved Lawrence’s careless way of life, Lawrence felt like the first time he had a true friend.


Lawrence finally ran in trouble when he flirted with a powerful lady, he was accused of harassment with major evidence against his case. Suggested by Tony, he schedules a private with Wall and Smith. In a small room, 4 chairs and a small table were set up. The moment he walked into the room, the dark metal door slammed shut behind him, an eerie silence filled the room. Lawrence was confused but was not frightened by any of the strangeness. He noticed an open laptop on the towards the center of the room. To closely examine the laptop, Lawrence plopped down in the armchair in front of the table. Snap! Thick metal clamps closed around his limbs, pressing his overweight body into the small armchair. Tony Spagoni’s face appeared on the black, blurry screen. Lawrence gasped with disbelief, he couldn’t breathe when he understood that the only legitimate social acquaintance he has maintained in the entirety of his life has been fabricated.

Tony spoke with a calm, collected voice, “Lawrence Exeter Jr., you are requested to send a blank cheque to Tony Spagoni using the check directly in front of the laptop. If this task is not completed, consecutive electric shocks would be delivered to ensure you have completed the cheque.”

Lawrence was quiet, he wasn’t agitated, or sad. Instead, he looked back at his life, silently thinking back at the lack of accomplishments in his life. A deep loneliness and emptiness filled inside him. Lawrence filled out the cheque without dispute.

Lawrence Exeter Jr. was found dead at an abandoned office the next morning, even though he held great power, no one mourned for his loss or felt grief when Lawrence passed on.

Tell Tale Heart Perspective Writing



Reflection: I kept in mind many other examples of second person pieces of literature. I also remembered that the change of perspective is not only changing pronouns to “you” but also adapting the text for the reader to understand more thoroughly.


A different perspective can completely change how the reader interprets a piece of literature. The second person perspective is less effective in terms of expressing thoughts of a character


Imagine this, you wake up in the dead if night wanting to use the bathroom, so you grab your lantern and walk out your bedroom. The grim darkness hovering within the house reminds you of your childhood nightmares so you hurry to the bathroom. After you lock the door and turn off the lights you finally calm down from your irrational frenzy. But BAM! The house trembles with a loud crash followed by a terrifying scream! Your heart beats faster and beads of sweat trickled down your neck. You sprint to your bedroom, your fingers tremble as you dial the police. The line connects followed by an irritated yawn.

“What is it, sir?”

You reply with a voice you hardly recognize, explain the spine-chilling scream. The man calmly reassures you that old men often dream of past tragedies and wake up with an especially loud gasp. You wonder if working overtime is finally getting to your head as you slide back into your covers.

50 Below Zero

Have you made a terrible mistake? A mistake so bad that you think the sun won’t rise tomorrow? Well for our main protagonist in the short story  “To Build a Fire” by Jack London, the sun actually won’t rise tomorrow. In fact, the sun doesn’t really rise at all. “There was no sun or promise of the sun,”(Jack London). Jack London wonderfully describes the setting of the merciless arctic and how a man deals with this cruel weather. The man, whose name we never find out, is stranded near a frozen lake, in a frozen plain, next to frozen trees in a frozen place. The author emphasized this great cold using phrases such as “unbroken white”(Jack London) and “the great cold”(Jack London) to remind us of how setting impacts our character.


The short story constantly reminds us of the loneliness of this man. His only companion being his loyal dog: “Later, the dog howled loudly. And still later it moved close to the man and caught the smell of death.”(London). This loneliness played hand in hand with the cold setting as it further emphasizes the man’s despair and hopelessness, the man does not give up. London used indirect characterization, portraying the bravery and patience of this man through his actions and thoughts, “He worked slowly and carefully, realizing his danger. Gradually, as the flame grew stronger, he increased the size of the sticks with which he fed it.” Through many attempts of perseverance, the man still failed to preserve his fragile life. We find out he had little confidence when he murmured,”‘You were right, old fellow. You were right,'”. This tragic conclusion describes the delicacy of man kind and the massive power of nature.



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