2.26.2025
computer number 3
1.26.2025
amtrak to boston
1.11.2025
dog eyes
i am sick with norovirus but i miss my blog badly. happy 2025 my club. the blogaversary is coming up soon!
to keep you fulfilled i am going to post some analysis i did on the phrase "dog eyed" in homeric poetry.
i was reminded of this writing by song lyrics i wrote with my friend:
dog eyed runner where do you run
with chaos walking beside you
These 3 scenes all use the same word: κῠνώπης, derived from κῠ́ων (dog) and ὤψ (eye/face). Literally, it means “dog-eyed” or “dog-faced.” It is always some sort of insult, usually directed at women. Clytemnestra is shameless in killing her husband. Helen is shameless in starting a ten-year war. So it is especially impactful when Achilles calls Agamemnon κῠνώπης.
I wanted to observe the significance of κῠνώπης as it relates to dogs and women. This word seems reserved for the most despicable of women, as Agamemmnon describes Clytemnestra in Book 11. He says there is nothing more κύντερον (translated as “shameless”) than a woman who has this much passion in an act like this, murdering her husband. κύντερον also has origins from κῠ́ων and it literally means “dog-like.” Murray’s translation of the word in the Odyssey reminds us of Priam’s speech in Book 22 of the Iliad; dogs feast upon their masters without a shred of shame. Dogs are seen as shameless beings, living with no regrets of their desecration, only looking for gluttonous gratification without considering others. While Clytemnestra obviously did not consider Agamemnon’s feelings in his murder, how does Helen relate to this?
κῠνώπης is reminiscent of the English phrase “puppy eyes,” used to describe big, soft, vulnerable eyes that could persuade anyone to do anything. I feel like a similar idea is applied to κῠνώπης , but with an emphasis on shameless and selfish seduction, only demonstrated by conniving women.
Clytemnestra is generally known as Ancient Greece’s worst wife, as shown in Book 11 of the Odyssey. This speech is told by Agamemmnon, husband and victim to Clytemnestra. He describes her with utmost hatred, trying to convince Odysseus of her evilness, with imagery of how once she killed him she turned away (νοσφίσατ᾽, οὐδέ μοι ἔτλη). Clytemnestra even refused to shut his eyes, a custom of respect for the dead (Od 4.426). Agamemnon speaks with a bite in his tone, as seen in the alliteration of ‘τ’ in line 428 (ἥ τις δὴ τοιαῦτα μετὰ φρεσὶν ἔργα βάληται), discussing her premeditated action. He emphasizes Clytemnestra’s agency in her deed, her conscious choice to kill her. There is a repetition of ἔργα... ἔργον (Od 11.428–439), accentuating the gravity and deliberateness of her betrayal. He finishes his speech with a bold and generalizing statement: her actions put shame unto all women, even those of the future (Od 4.434-435). He employs the comparative of θῆλυς (female) in line 435, adding to the generality of the statement.
The passage from Book 4 is very revealing of Helen’s character. Here, she is portrayed as self-aware, critically thinking, and having emotional depth. She opens with a rhetorical question to Menelaus (Od 4.138-139), highlighting her perceptiveness as an individual, not needing validation or a response. Her speech flows from one line to another with enjambment (Od 4.144-145), showcasing her spontaneous thought but also depth of feeling. She uses epithets for both her husband Menelaus (Μενέλαε διοτρεφές) and Odysseus (Ὀδυσσῆος μεγαλήτορος), portraying them as divine and heroic to Telemachus, while she is κυνώπιδος (line 145). Overall, her speech is riddled with guilt, as she feels to blame for the loss of Odysseus. Still, Helen displays that she is more than a pawn in a war or a wife.
Finally, Achilles uses κῠνώπης to describe Agamemnon in a heated argument over Briseis, a war bride that Agamemnon took from Achilles. The use of κῠνώπης is most insulting here, as describing a man and his self-gratifying impulses. Achilles’ speech is full of rage and pride. His repetition of negative phrases like οὐ γὰρ πώποτ᾽ (Il 1.154) οὐδὲ μὲν… οὐδέ ποτ᾽ (Il 1.154-55) οὔ τι μετατρέπῃ οὐδ᾽ (Il 1.160) suggest his absolute refusal and feelings of betrayal. He alludes to his past in Phthia with flourishing language (ἐριβώλακι), evoking pathos for his leaving of home just to be cheated by Agamemnon. Adding to the emotional intensity, Achilles uses direct address to Agamemnon (ὦ μέγ᾽ ἀναιδὲς), calling him shameless, and later κῠνώπης as well. κῠνώπης fits perfectly into Achilles’ upset, the ideal insult in this moment of wrath and Agamemnon’s sexually-charged prideful impulses.
12.06.2024
fortune cookies and college
11.04.2024
icarobot
my return is nigh. life has been very hectic i'm sure you understand. but I think about the club every night and every day. happy halloween by the way.
today i want to speak on the stop motion film I made in 4 hours a couple weeks ago. its called icarobot and the search for sun and its on my youtube right now!!!


- performed at an open mic with Xenophon (check my projects page) and will be releasing some demos soon -- possibly tonight?
- hosted and organized a show with 7 bands
- was the cinematographer for a student film about spies and detectives and briefcases
- got back on my photography grind finally!!!!!
10.14.2024
back on my feet / farmer's luck
for the past 2 weeks i have been on crutches. but yesterday i walked again. at least it was yesterday when i started writing this post (3 days ago).
club i apologize. i have never done anything like this to you. but i was literally on crutches and hobbling around and i would get home and pass out instantaneously! this is why i have been on such a terrible hiatus! but now i'm back. just in time for college season when i will prob take more extended leaves if i'm being honest. but today, i'm back.
during my crutches time i was basically bedridden and thus i did a lot of things: sleeping, homework, and movies! i have watched 8 movies since i was hit by that car and they have made me very happy. i've been reminded of all the things I want to try in the world, so there's a silver lining in all of this. actually i think there have been many.
this whole near-death experience reminded me of the tale of the farmer's luck. i first read it in a book called Zen Shorts, a children's picture book about a panda named Stillwater, but i think the story is originally Taoist. this is my retelling:
there once was a farmer and he had a horse. but one day his horse ran away. all the townspeople said "oh no your horse! what bad luck!" and the farmer was like maybe idk.
then the next day his horse came back and it brought 10 horses with it! and the townspeople said "oh my so many horses! what good luck!" and the farmer said i guess so idk.
later in the week, the farmer's son tries to ride one of the new wild horses. the horse throws him off the saddle and the boy injures his legs and he's walking around on crutches now (like me). all the townspeople said "oh dear your son! what bad luck!" and the farmer was like i'm not so sure.
a couple days later, military recruiters come by to draft the son in the war. but they see him and his crutches and they passed on him. the townspeople see this and say "oh lovely! such good luck!" and the farmer said maybe.
the story exists to remind you it's all about perspective and that at least you're not getting drafted into the military. and for that i am grateful. some good things about things about getting hit by a car are as follows:
- my pecs and left calf got super muscular from the crutches because it's a calisthenics workout no matter what you do
- i did a ton of college stuff because i couldn't do anything else and now i don't have to do it when i have the option to do fun stuff
- my friends brought me cookies
- a man in the subway saw my foot brace and asked "how'd ya bust your flipper?" which is an exchange i wouldn't have experienced if i didn't bust my flipper in the first place
- generally made me thankful for the ability to walk
- filled me with ideas of what to do when i could walk, which was both sad because i couldn't do them in the moment, but also good because now i have things i'm excited for
- i watched a bunch of movies which i already said but i love movies! Riddle of Fire was my favorite and i think i'm gonna have to write a whole separate post about that
- my cats were scared of my crutches and i virtually couldn't touch them for 2 weeks
- the night pains. oh, the night pains
- rethinking everything i did that morning that led to me taking that specific road at that specific time
- had to call my mom and tell her I was in an ambulance
- dreams of being paralyzed!
- my upcoming photoshoots inspired by many ancient greek deities
- Riddle of Fire review
- linking this sacred blog on my Vassar applications (controversial)
- the song i wrote with my friend to process our falling out (emotional)
9.17.2024
lock in o clock
Hey club... I feel like i haven't been giving you any attention lately. that's because its Lock In O Clock.
i have been so locked in. I have so much to do and i am doing all of it. but today I extra locked in and I have no immediate homework to do right now and I have like an hour to kill and I am in a fancy tea shop so I figured i would get back on the blog.
thus, I am going to talk about myself for a while. and media and art and stuff.
I have been reading Meet Me in the Bathroom: Rebirth and Rock and Roll in New York City 2001–2011 by Lizzy Goodman. it is a super thick oral history of the rock age in NYC (think Strokes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Interpol, etc.) and I love it. as a biproduct I have been obsessed with electroclash, like Ladytron and Peaches, even though in the book everyone hates electroclash. I also love Karen O all over again. Y Control is probably my song of the year. I am only like a third through the book and I fear it is preventing me from reading other things. I really want to read Dante's Inferno because of Virgil and Hell.
I also really want to read The Odyssey translated by Emily Wilson because I overtranslated Book 9 for Greek class and now I feel on par with her skill (jk). I met her in May and she was so cool. She was covered in tattoos and did an amazing impression of Priam in the Illiad, reading in the dactylic hexameter and everything. I have been generally obsessed with Greek mythology for a long time, but right now I really want to watch mythological movies. I think this is because I binged Kaos (2024) on Netflix and the Eurydice song is a new guilty pleasure of mine. Hopefully soon I will leave Locked In Land and watch some movies. I especially want to see Gladiator (2000), O Brother Where Art Thou? (2000), Jason and the Argonauts (1963), and Elektra, My Love (1974). Classics fans love to be picky about movie adaptations, but what is the fun in following the myth to a tee? Then you know exactly what happens.
last obsession for today is my film camera. my grandparents gave me 2 cameras last year: a Pentax SP500 and a Nikon N2020. both are super old. the pentax is ancient. But i asked my friend to check out the N2020 and fix it for me and he did. I got very excited and bought a roll of film for like $18. and then i go to try it out. and it does not turn on. Apparently my friend forgot to put some essential parts of the camera back into it. so then I try the pentax just for fun. but it also does not turn on. and I can't even open the battery compartment. and then i google the manual and it is so old. i am going to show pictures from it after this. but through the manual I find out it only takes mercury batteries. so I was about to open this compartment and get mercury poisoning probably. hopefully tomorrow my friend will give me the parts to my camera. and I can take some super cool film pics.
i will never betray my digital camera. even though I accidentally broke it this week and now to take a photo I must use the wiring of my earring to push down on the shutter. but one thing my friend said was that he likes film more because it is much more intentional. I reject that notion. i love digital because of how accessible it is, how i can capture a moment so effortlessly. after all, why would I want to remember the moment for how hard it was to take? when you live through moments, they should not be hard.
one of my favorite pics I've taken is this one:
because it feels so much like that day and that memory. as I type this I am like 2 blocks away from where it was taken, and i think about whenever i walk past it. i wont lie the picture is better in my head and definitely better on my phone but whatever.
not only have i been locked in, but there has also been a lot of drama in my life. i got into a fight over film. i have been invited and then uninvited and then reinvited to a party (i didn't go). there was a bomb threat at my school and we were evacuated for 2 hours?? this was all in the past week.
i have to leave this tea shop. i have sat here for a long time with a $5 lavender lemonade that I was 5 cents short for and the barista had to bail me out. i have to meet with my cousin to get some clothes from her on E Houston. and i have to go to a meeting to plan out an epic Halloween show at 6:30.
i have other topics to type about including but not limited to:
- my guitar teacher moving to nashville
- videos of 1950s alaska i have found
- whether or not to put this blog on my college apps
- my waste of an adobe subscription
8.18.2024
august overwhelms
as the summer wraps up, i have no time but also too much, and i feel like I'm drowning in everything i have dedicated myself to. i will have a full day with no plans, and knowing all the things i could (and have to) do, my mind starts whirring like a dell laptop downloading minecraft and my head blows up and then i do none of my things. not only do i need to do a 1500-word research paper draft, a 650-word personal essay draft, my greek summer homework, and edit a video for my internship,,, but i also have tried so many new things this summer and i want to do all of them all the time too!
i made this post specifically to talk about all the media i have been meaning to absorb lately because I can't really bring myself to do it for some reason. i think I am just like,,, tired and overwhelmed, and all i can do is mindlessly watch Gossip Girl instead of doing all the things i want. today (aug 18) was especially hard because i awoke to a pounding and unsuspecting headache that distracted me from everything productive I could've done. I mostly just prepared food that didn't require an oven, not because i like cheffing it up but because I like chopping vegetables. the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board feeds me enough. anyways on to the point of this post. with pictures from pinterest so its not just a wall of text.
however as i began to write my lists of media, they sounded more like this:
"Movies:
the only movies I have watched this summer were on the 14 hour flights to and from japan. last summer i would watch like 8 movies a week (i find myself comparing this summer to last summer). some of the movies I want to watch most are..."
notice how idgaf about the movies and more about myself and my own problems! i think part of the problem here is that i am letting my summers lie back to back when they are entirely actually separate entities with their own thoughts and feelings. i think about how last summer i hung out with my best friend at least 3 times a week and this summer have seen that girl twice. i think about how i had enough pictures to fill gigabytes and gigabytes of storage, and this summer i can keep them all in a singular google drive folder. and as the weeks in august dwindle i wonder about how i have used summer this time around.
ultimately, i am okay with this summer. this year i realized how perfectly placed my birthday is-- right in the middle of summer, the cranny between july and august, allowing me to live half of my summer as a sixteen year old and the other half as a seventeen year old. these halves fell very differently, and as I live through the second half I can't remember what it felt like to be in the first. and although I said i am overwhelmed, i mostly feel at peace. i feel like i am running to myself, and not from myself. i feel this intricately crafted solitude to be helpful, i feel myself being colored in. more on that later. but anyways, being submerged is mostly a good thing. I believe the worst thing that can happen is to be bored. and there are worst things to be overwhelmed with, way worse than writing essays and wanting to read too many books. even as I type this out I think: why didn't I just do that today?
maybe tomorrow. I say that all the time. and I am stuck in this perpetual motion of I have no time (2 weeks) and so much time (2 weeks). not to mention that I have the rest of my life to play with all the hobbies I've picked up, even if the next few months are going to be busy. i might just be typing all of this stuff up because I have not been on the grind the past couple days and I am feeling all crunched up. maybe if i write my schedule on a website I will follow it... here are my plans for tomorrow:
wake up at 9am
read on the subway
volunteer at the food pantry from 1030 to 2
eat lunch in the area
go home
now we have a little choose-your-own-adventure because these things do not have an order to them
1. write the introduction to my research paper
2. edit the interview footage i took
3. send my portfolio to the organization I'm interviewing for
then finish off the night with a movie, or gossip girl, or i could finally finish one of those WIP songs. maybe even dump my brains out here again. i have more to say about all that media i was gonna talk about.
so i end this long typing session with this: i love Gravity Falls. i really want to rewatch it in its entirety because of all the book of bill stuff and new lore dropping. that show is summer in a bottle, it reminds me of being thirteen and alone. those characters are like distant cousins and i want the family reunion. i always come back to you, escapism. but I guess that's the point. there's always something to run from.
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