In the middle of the mammoth-sized ocean positioned a diminutive isle by the name of Jarca. A mere country whose economy is superb, but highly unknown by the rest of the world. Castles dominate the island, the origin of circa 1200s. The island of Jarca is, in any archaeologist’s words, a dreamer’s paradise. Sparkly wet cobwebs draped over the towering trees. A vast canopy of stars blanketed the heavens above called the skies. Drops of water showered the land as if it were sprinkles. Waves were splashing against sharp pointy rocks that seem almost chilling. However, on the night of September 28th, something happened that eclipsed the natural beauties. The gleaming eyes that seemed to be almost cat-like were awfully conspicuous and hard to miss. Yet, the Royal Guards of the Palace of Bloom appeared to be dim-witted enough to actually miss this woman. She prowled and roamed silently, like a cheetah aiming for its prey. Her long spider-like legs hit the pavement with such grace it was as silent as a feather stroking the ground. After diving into a bush swathed with roses of all colors, beeping emerged. A crackly voice soon followed. “Did you get her?” She dug into her pocket, angered by her foolish assistant’s nerve to actually call her while on a mission. What if she had been found and this island endorsed immediate execution? “Not yet. Do not call me until I press the button.” The radiant moonlight reflected on the burnished cell phone, the symbol of their bunch of criminals beaming. Her heart pounded harder by the second as she stared at the glossy sticker. The tattoo located on her arm throbbed more than usual. Was she actually doing this? She shook the funnel of doubting thoughts. This mission lived to be her top p... ... middle of paper ... ...t in with pancakes, a pound of bacon, and pestering (maybe even harassing me) about my underweight state. My mother didn’t prance her way into the room as I assumed she would. In reality, a bucket of cold water was carefully handled in her hand; her feet tiptoed. “Violet…” Gretel whispered in a sing-song voice. Chuckling, she fought to transfer the full-sized bucket. She tilted the bucket closer and closer, but, of course, I and my sluggish reflexes could not counter against Gretel as I thought they would. The cold water woke me up, alright. “Mom!” I screeched. “Serves you right for making me pay a seven hundred dollar bill for your cell phone, liebling,” Because of Gretel’s German genes and history, liebling means ‘sweetheart’ in German. Her remark of the word, Liebling, was curt and cold, unlike the frothy and sugary way a mother was supposed to declare it.
The partial remains of a skeleton belonging to a tiny female hominid that lived around 95K to 17Kya, was found in the Liang Bua cave on the island of Flores in Indonesia in 2003. This skeleton has unique traits. It has small body approximately 3’6” in length and an estimated body weight of 66 lbs. The 426 cc brain capacity led scientists to taxa the skeleton to a new species they called Homo floresiensis. Since the initial find, teeth and bones from as many as twelve H. floresiensis remains have been discovered at the Liang Bua cave which is the only known site where H. floresiensis has been found to date. This is the most recently discovered early human species so far. They had large teeth for their small size, they had no chins, their foreheads are receded, and they had relatively large feet in proportion to the short legs. Although they are small in body and brain size, H. floresiensis did make and use of stone tools. They hunted small elephants and large rodents. They had island predators such as giant Komodo dragons, and even may have used fire. However, arguments rising in the anthropology community and scientific world are questioning if the now nick named: “Hobbit”, of Flores Island, is the same species as modern day humans. Are they Homo species, or Homo sapiens with the medical condition called Cretinism? A severe hypothyroidism resulting in physical and mental stunting.
McKeown’s book significantly traces the enforcement of the bio-power on the national border control system against the background of the expansion of capitalist global order, and thus further debunks that the seemingly neutral face of modern international migration is a discursive and institutional mask for coloniality. His arguments keep reminding me of previous insights on our modern world by thinkers like Foucault, Walter Mignolo, and Lisa Lowe, who all stay vigilant to the progressive and emancipatory vision from the enlightenment, or, the western modernity, by revealing its dialectic relevance to its opposite, the suppression and alienation of humanity from disciplinary regimentation of social life to colonial bloodshed and enslavement.
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, America was at last forced to officially enter World War II. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt officially declared war on the Japanese and in his famous radio address to the American people, he professed that December 7 was a day that would live in infamy. Americans and Japanese alike, still remember Pearl Harbor Day, but how many remember the gallant, fighting Marines who served on a tiny atoll in the Pacific by the name of Wake Island?
Every explorer names his island Formosa, beautiful. To him it is beautiful because, being first, he has access to it and can see it for what it is. But to no one else is it ever as beautiful- except the rare man who manages to recover it, who knows that it has to be recovered.
Published in 1493, Luis Santangel received the embellished journal of Christopher Columbus as validation for the much-promised riches in the Indies. Centered around an era of power and conquest, Columbus tapered his writings and findings to pacify his Royal sponsors for the voyage. Santangel was also one such wealthy sponsor. Although the tone of the letter was vastly hyperbolic, Christopher Columbus still managed to document the labeling of the numerous islands and its topography. Yet even the size and measurement is a bit exaggerated as well referring to one island being twice as large as that of Great Britain and Scotland. Columbus did his best to acknowledge various “thousands upon thousands” in this letter with that of spiceries and gold mines with mountains in a “thousand shapes...full of trees of a thousand kinds” as well as deeming the exotic islands incomparable to any other islands that “there could be no believing without seeing” firsthand. Colu...
There I was in the middle of it. I was in the middle of a miniature yet very powerful fight between Vonetta and Fern. I am usually the person that stops the fighting between them however this time I decided not to. I sat there quietly between the fight and their screaming. This time I was not going to break up the fight. This time Cecile was going to break up this fight motherly. After a very short while of Vonetta and Fern’s fighting she came in angry. She wasn’t just angry she was enraged. “Delphine, why didn’t you stop them!” I stood their paralyzed with no answer trying to leave my throat. “Answer me!” Cecile screeched enraged. Yet again I stood there with no answer. I didn’t know what to do. However, this is what Cecile decided to do. She grabbed Vonetta and Fern and separated them like a mother would do except she did more harshly. Then she glared at me while separating them for a second, shook her head, and I knew at that moment, trouble tornado alley was coming my way like a bulldog.
playing God. The balance of nature is put to the ultimate test as a man by the
The wooden lintels, writing, and the unique calendar reveal clues about life in a society that thrived for over 1000 years. Many massive building are visible today, those built to pay tribute to kings and to please the deities. The M...
Santa Catalina Island, often known as Catalina Island, is located off the coast of Southern California, southwest of Los Angeles. Catalina Island forms part of the Channel Islands archipelago. Catalina is the only island, out of eight, that has been significantly developed. There are two major settlement location within the island - the city of Avalon and the unincorporated town of Two Harbors (“Visit Catalina Island,” 2014). Beyond the town boundaries the island is covered by wild life that it is owned and operated by the Catalina Island Conservancy ("The Official Catalina Island Website,” 2013).
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
Roderick Nash. ISLAND CIVILIZATION A VISION FOR HUMAN OCCUPANCY OF EARTH IN THE FOURTH MILLENNIUM. 2001. .
her journey, “Here it was –the reason she’d been called here in the first place” (Erdrich 309). She
The Island of Dr Moreau, by H.G. Wells, is not an ordinary science fiction novel. It doesn't deal with aliens or anything from outer space, but with biological science that exists on earth. The novel was about a character, Edmund Prendick that gets involved with an island of experimentation. At first glance, this tropical paradise seems idyllic. But deep in the jungles lies a terrifying secret. Moreau and Montgomery have been performing scientific research on human beings and the experiment goes terribly wrong. They have ignored the most fundamental law of the jungle: survival of the fittest. The doctor is seeking to make animals half human by means of vivisectional surgery; the transplantation of organs, and the pain involved is very vividly described. Doctor Moreau succeeds in making some of his man-animals talk and even read, but they tend to revert to the beast. So Moreau continues to try to get the entire animal out, and make a creature of his own. His creatures, which continue to come to their demise, then kill Moreau and finally all die off. When the H.M.S. Scorpion visits the island, there is nothing alive there except for a few "white moths, some hogs and rabbits and some rather peculiar rats."
Treasure Island, written by Robert Louis Stevenson, is about a boy named Jim Hawkins who goes on a search for Flint’s buried treasure. Jim Hawkins goes on this journey with Doctor Livesey, and Squire Trelawney, and they hire hands to help them. John Silver—a one-legged pirate also in search for this treasure—joins the crew as well, unfortunately. The other members of the crew, that they hired, planned mutiny. A battle between the pirates and Jim’s party takes place once they reach the island. There are many interesting conflicts, betrayals, and situations going on throughout the novel.
Treasure Island By Robert Louis Stevenson The main character in the story is Jim Hawkins. He is a young boy who is looking for adventure. He and a few experienced men search for Ben Gunn, and want to have him enlist in their cause. They steal the Hispanolia (a ship) and return it to the captain to which it rightfully belongs.