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What is the job situation like in Fountain Hills? Question: A very nice place to live, but a car killer if you have to commute to Mesa, Tempe, Scottsdale, etc. Answer: The commute to Mesa, south Scottsdale, or Tempe isn't too bad because the traffic isn't as heavy on the Beeline Highway as it is on other freeways. When I worked in central Phoenix I found that it was faster to take surface streets than it was to take the freeways. Job opportunities in Fountain Hills are mostly limited to small local business such as realtors, restaurants, grocery stores, gas stations, etc. |
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Does this story catch your attention? Question: I'm writing a book, and this is the beginning of it. Just want to know if anyone likes it, if it catches your attention, and if you want to read more after reading this. Please and thank you. Sorry if there are mistakes. Fountain Hills. I slammed on the breaks of my car and examined the gates in front of me that I almost hit into. They were huge, and they looked like they were made out of real gold. But I doubt they are. Written into the gold gates it read Fountain Hills, the name of the closed off community where my dad lives, and I guess me too now. I rolled my window down and looked out, examining a silver, square box with a red button. I pressed the button expecting the gates to open, but they didn’t. A woman in a security outfit appeared out of nowhere from behind them. She pulled out a set of keys and opened them just enough so that she could fit through, then forced them shut. She came to my window, staring me down. “Can I help you?” She said, snapping at me. “My name is Brooklyn Grandy, I’m here to see my father, Brigham Grandy.” I said, kinder then she addressed me. “May I see some identification?” She reached out her hand. I turned to my purse in the center council, grabbing my wallet, then handed her my ID. She took it, eyeing it carefully. She looked up suddenly, and a huge smile spread across her face. “Sorry for the misunderstanding, it wont happen again. I’ll get the gates for you.” She went to turn away, but turned back. “Oh, and welcome to Fountain Hills, Ms. Grandy.” My face was full of shock as she walked to the golden gates and pushed them open, waving me through. Answer: Really good and interesting. I definitional want to read more now! Instead of starting as I, you could start by saying: Slamming on the.... you could also change the sentence to make it more detailed. Like Slamming down hard on the breaks, and then the rest of your story. Just to give the first sentence more flavor. Hope that helps =) |
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Is this a good idea for a book that I started to write? Question: Okay, so I started writing a book but I'm having my doubts about it. I need to know if it's good so far. It has many mistakes, I know this, it's just a rough draft.. I just want to know if it is a good story line. Please and thank you. Fountain Hills. “Brooklyn Alison Grandy!” My mom, who was yelling at me from the bottom of the stairs, was getting on my last nerve. For the past ten minutes, she has screaming at me to leave already because I was going to be late for my last day of school. Which was true, I was going to be late, but I didn’t really care at this point. I was standing in the middle of my half empty room, tears filling my eyes. I was looking at my bed, which was now striped of its conforter and sheets, and then at my tall and long dressers that were now empty of the clothes that use to fill them, and asked my self if I was truly doing the right thing. Yes. I should have seen that one coming. That was not me that answered the question in my head. Well, I guess if you thought about it, it was me, but I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just…does. Every time I ask my self a question, the answer apears in my head. No matter what the question is, I will get an answer. Most of the time, the right one too, well I guess I always get the right answer. But I’m still skeptical on how this thing really works. I have tested this so many times that I have lost count. One time I was taking a test that I did not study for, and didn’t even know what it was about for that matter. Every time I asked my self one of the questions, not just the letter to the answer would appear in my head, but the answer its self would too. I didn’t even get a chance to read the choices I had, yet there it would be, the answer, writen down the way I saw it in my head. I didn’t believe it untill I got the test back and I had gotten every single question right on it. “I’m Counting To Ten, And If You Are Not Down Here…” I turned and grabed the last box in my room, with random stuff inside, and prayed that it would fit into my car. I half ran down the stairs and saw that my mom was crying, but she was trying to hide it. “Oh, mom! Please don’t do this now, im already running late and your going to make me start balling my eyes out!” I said while I set the box down next to my feet. She walked towards me, grabbing my shoulders and yanked me into her arms. “I can’t believe that you’re already leaving! Promise you will call me everyday. I’m going to miss you so much.” I pulled back to look at her. She had tears falling down her cheeks, and her blue eyes were red and puffy. Her dark brown hair was in a messy bun, and she was still in her pajamas. Answer: Not bad. I can picture the scene in my head. But, the grammar and spelling mistakes were distracting, and additional things. Telling a story is half of the battle - writing it well, is the other. Clearly, you can tell the story, which is, in my opinion, the hardest part. However, writing it is as equally important and will ultimately make or break you as a writer. I say...slow down, watch your grammar and spelling, and pick one tense and stick to it! I think the story is going well so far...so kudos to you for that! Just keep going with it and remember that it's not enough to just tell the story...but you have to tell it well, as well. Good luck! I look forward to reading more from you! |
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Which of these places near/in Phoenix is better to live in? Question: Hi I am going to be moving to Arizona around summer time and I need some help with finding the right place. fountain hills scottsdale tempe glendale living in phoenix? preoria surprise anthem ocotillo queen creek apache junction salt river avondale litchenfield sun city lake pleasant good year chandeler gildbert mesa queen creek how is public transportation in Phoenix? Apt need to be 800 or less a month..may be able to pay a bit more I wanna live somewhere with relatively low crime. I don't want to live out in the country and have grocery stores that are to far away. I want to be able to bus or walk to the grocery store. My mom does have a car but I still want to be able to do that. I am not going to college,or at least anytime soon so I don't need to be near a university or anything. Is Tuscon better then Phoenix? Thanks And if its a place that's far away form the city(more then 15 miles or so) then I'd want the town to have a descent selection of stores. Answer: If your mom is working, then it's best she live close to her work. Traffic in Phoenix is awful, and it's not a good idea to live on the opposite side of town from where you work. Tempe is generally regarded as one of the best places to live in the Phoenix area. However, if you're renting, it's not ideal because you must compete with college students who drive up the property values. There are decent pockets of Phoenix, such as the area just north of Downtown along Central Avenue, or around Camelback and Paradise Valley (the neighborhood, not the town), but these tend to be very, very expensive areas. Rents are pretty cheap though. The housing crisis put a large inventory of rental houses on the market, which drove the previously overpriced apartment complexes to drop their rents significantly. I would live somewhere near the light rail though (which, again, pretty much limits you to Tempe). Public transportation is terrible if you compare it to New York, Chicago, or San Francisco but, compared to many other cities, it's decent. The light rail is the best part of it. Having a car will become a necessity for you though after your first summer of waiting for buses in 120F heat in the sun. |
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Are you a member of the new religion, Political Correctness? Question: There was a day when people felt the need to believe in something bigger than them. Many believe that science has proved that the world evolved. I myself am an evolutionist. For all your statements that only idiots would still believe in God, this knowledge that science has brought you did not eliminate the need to believe in something bigger than you. Just as you say that the Religious are sheep and might as well believe in Santa, you yourself worship and follow a God. Your God is celebrity. ANYTHING a celebrity (politicians included) says you believe and worship. There is a book out. It’s been on TV and in the papers. Scientists and Psychologists are studying the phenomenon, liberal lemmings and their new religion, Political Correctness. Even before I heard of this recently, I have often wondered about celebrity worship and equated it to a religious experience in conversation to friends and family. Under this religion, people are so fragile that differences of opinion may not be stated. To prefer a strawberry over a blueberry is to discriminate against the blueberry. There is a story in your reading book at school about a famous white man? FOR SHAME.! You are only important if you are an ethnicity. So what if the white man built every damn thing here! Do not teach your children to protect themselves. To do so, you would have to say bad things about some people. That is discrimination! "Sweetheart, that drooling man with the track marks on his arm and the shotgun is nothing to worry about". There is NO bad person in this religion. Unfortunately, there is NO good person either. If this is so, how come the powers that be have so many bodyguards and don’t hang out with the hoi polloi? Much like Catholicism, this religion relies heavily upon guilt. Feel guilty for your very existence! Because of YOU precious resources are being depleted! Trees cut down, carbon emitted, stalks of corn being murdered. "Don't flush it down, until it turns brown" so I can have my beauty and mud packs, salt scrub showers, saunas and a lavish fountain in front of my Beverly Hills (or Pennsylvania Avenue) mansion. Drive a tiny, battery operated car (like I do on Rodeo Drive) so small that your family will be killed instantly in a rush hour crash (medical bill money saver too!) so that I can travel in a limo or fly to different island each weekend. Or have an AF1 photo op over NYC. Like other religions, money is a source of shame. Of course it's only those who already HAVE money that preach that. They think you should feel good about your money going to someone who never made an effort to earn any. They think your standard of living is too high. A vacation once a decade, what’s the beef? A ten year old car? Do you know how many people don’t have a car? For some reason the PCR followers buy into it anyway. They never wonder what motivates the earners to earn or what may unmotivate them. Just like seas being parted and endless supplies of fish there is fantasy to this new religion. Work hard, but give the fruits of that work away. Protect me, but don't harm a terrorist. Find out the bombing plan in advance of detonation, but don't torture. Know where the drug deal is going down, but don’t wiretap. Make a strong military, but don't DO anything with it. Get out of the Middle East; they WANT a terrorist government over there. It's none of our gosh darn business anyway. You’ve convinced yourselves that you are making the world a better place with your PCR, but all you are really doing is erasing the self. You are eliminating Mother Nature’s (or God’s if that is your belief) excellence that is within us all. We aren't the cause of ALL the ugliness and we can't control it all. Life is messy and imperfect, but we do have the right to live, prosper, be proud of what we’ve accomplished and happy without having to feel shame that we are taking up space on the planet. Answer: "Political Correctness" is simply a way to control society after a failure to pass a law through public votes. |
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PLZ help i need help really bad. i dont get this its confusing and? Question: PLZ PLZ PLZ !!! someone help me summerize and understand this so i can put it into an essay. help!!!!? The Bath of Athena By Callimachus (written ~ 3rd century BCE) Note: The "Bath of Athena" describes how Teiresias went blind after seeing the Goddess Athena naked but was given prophetic vision. The speaker of this hymn is an officiant at the Temple of Athena of Argos, preparing for the ritual bath of the statue of the Goddess. All you that are companions of the Bath of Athena, come forth, come forth! I heard just now the snorting of her holy horses, and the Goddess is ready to go. Hurry you now, O fair-haired daughters of Pelasgus, hurry! Never did Athena wash her mighty arms before she drove the dust from the flanks of her horses - not even when, her armor all defiled with filth, she returned from the war with the lawless Giants; but far first she loosed from the car her horses’ necks, and in the springs of Oceanus washed the flecks of sweat, and from their mouths that champed the bit: cleansed the clotted foam. O come, daughters of Achaea, but bring not myrrh nor alabaster (I hear the whir of her axle now!); bring not, you companions of the Bath, for Pallas myrrh, nor alabaster (for Athena does not wear perfume), neither bring you a mirror: she is sure of her beauty. Not even when Paris judged the contest on mount Ida; the great Goddess looked not into orichale nor into the transparent flow of the river Simois, nor did Hera. But Aphrodite took the shining bronze and often altered and again altered the same lock. While my Goddess, after running a two-hundred stade course, like the twin Spartan stars on the banks of Eurotas, then did her simple annointments: oil from her olive tree, applied with skill; and the blush, my dear maidens, that ran up her body was like the color of the morning rose or the seed of the pomegranate. Therefore now also bring you only this masculine virgin oil, with which Castor and with which Hercules anoint themselves. And bring her a comb all of gold, that she may comb her hair, when she had anointed her glossy tresses. Come forth, Athena! This company pleasing to your heart awaits you, the maiden daughters of Acestor’s mighty sons. Athena, come, the ancient rite is begun, the shield of Diomedes is carried to Inachus, an Argive rite taught by Eumedes, your beloved priest who on a time, when he knew that the people were plotting and planning his death, fled with your holy image to the hill called Creion - and set you in rocks, you, O Goddess, on the rugged rocks, whose name is now the Pallatid rocks. Come forth, Athena, Sacker of Cities, Athena, helmeted in gold, Athena, who rejoices in the crash of horses and shields. Come. Today, the city will drink from small springs and fountains, but not from the river; girls will dip pitchers in Physadeia today, maidens will bear water from Amymone's pool where the daughter of Danaus lives. For, mingling his waters with gold and with flowers, the river Inachus will flow from his pastoral hills, bringing fair water for the Bath of Pallas Athena. But beware, O Pelasgian river, brim your eyes to the Queen: the man who sees Pallas, Keeper of Cities, naked, shall look on Argos for this the last time. Come, Lady Athena, and meanwhile I shall say somewhat unto these. The story is not mine but told by others. There was a time in Thebes, my dears, Athena loved a nymph, loved her to distraction, loved her more than any other, the mother of Teiresias, Chariclo by name, and was never apart from her. When Athena drove her horses towards ancient Thespiae or towards Coroneia or to Haliartus, riding through the farmlands of the Boeotians - or toward Coroneia where her grove is heavy with incense, and her altars lie close to the river Curalius - often did the Goddess set the nymph upon her car and there was no dalliance of nymphs nor sweet ordering of dance, where Chariclo did not lead. Yet even Chariclo did many tears await in the after day, even though she was a comrade dear to the heart of Athena. One day these twain undid the buckles of their robes beside the fair-flowing Spring of the Horse, on Helicon, and the two were bathing; and noontime quiet held all the hill. Those two were bathing together and it was the noontime hour and a great quiet held that hill. Only Teiresias, on whose cheek the down was just darkening, still ranged with his dogs the holy place. And, thirst beyond telling, he came unto the flowing spring, wretched man! And unwillingly saw that which is not lawful to be seen: “Which God, son of Everes, has led you on this rough road? hence shall you never more take back your eyes!” Athena spoke and night seized the eyes of the youth. And he stood there, speechless; for pain glued his knees and helplessness stayed his voice. But the nymph cried: “What has you done to my boy, Lady? Is such the friendship of you Goddesses? You has taken away the eyes of my son. Foolish child! you has seen the breast and thighs of Pallas Athena, but the sun you shall not see again. O me unhappy! O mountain, O Helicon, where I may no more come, surely a great price for little has you exacted. Losing a few roe and deer, you has taken the eyes of my child!” With that the mother hold her beloved child in both her arms and, mourning over him like a nightingale, led him away. But the Goddess Athena pitied her friend and said this to her: “Divine woman, take back all the words that you has spoken in anger. It was not I who struck your son blind. For no sweet thing is it for Athena to take away the eyes of children. But the laws of Cronus order demand that whoever sees any of the immortals, when the God himself chooses not, at a heavy price shall he behold. Divine woman, the thing that is done can no more be taken back; since like this the thread of the Fates span when you brought him to light; but now, son of Everes, accept like a man what is only your due. How many burnt offerings shall the daughter of Cadmus burn in the days to come? How many Aristaeus, her husband, to see their son Actaeon merely go blind? And yet he shall be companion of the chase to great Artemis. But him neither the chase nor comradeship in archery on the hills shall save in that hour, when, even though unwillingly, he shall behold the beautiful bath of the Goddess. No, his own dogs shall then devour their former lord. And his mother shall gather the bones of her son, ranging over all the hill. She will think you lucky and a fortunate woman to have your son home from the hills - only blind.” “Therefore, darling, you mustn't grieve so. Your son - for your sake - shall remain many other honors from hereafter, yes, more excellent far then any other. He shall know the birds - which is of good omen among all the countless birds that fly and what birds are of ill-omened flight. Many oracles shall he give to the Boeotians and many to Cadmus, and to the mighty sons of Labdacus in later days. Also I will give him a great staff which shall guide his feet as he had need, and I will give him a long term of life. And he only, when he dies, will walk among the dead having understanding, honored by Agesilaus, host of the dead.” So Athena spoke and bowed her head; ensuring fulfillment of all that she said; since to Athena only among his daughters has Zeus granted that she should win all things that belong to her sire, O companions of the Bath, and no mother bare that Goddess, but the head of Zeus. The head of Zeus bows not in falsehood, and in falsehood his daughter has no part. And now comes Athena in very deed. O maidens, whose task it is, receive you the Goddess with pious greeting and with prayer, and with the voice of thanksgiving. Hail, Goddess, and preserve Inachian Argos! Hail when you drive out with your horses, and may you drive them home again with joy, and preserve all the estate of the Danaans forever. Answer: Sure is confusing. |
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Anyone think this story has any potential for a book and or movie.? Question: So im at school with all my friends with my sister and friends and then there is a zomibe outbreak. So everybody freaks out and panics then all is fine. There are a few floores we’re on the top floor with water surrounding it . And there is holes to the second floor. Which has water on it to. A zomibe attacks us every so often but we take care of it. The zombies come in waves. Young humans first, teenager, adults, then domestic animals cats dogs little birds, then wild animals like birds of prey and zebras, then big wild animals like tigers lions and stuff, then all the prehistoric stuff like dinasours and mammoths and stuff. All the while this is happening the water goes down. We go into this one run totally in water and we have masks on we get out of there because its to hard to breath with our little air masks. So we sit it out on this fountain type thing. After about the wil animals like tigers came we got outside. And we’re running to our cars. But the birds come in storms and keep attacking us. There is this winding narrow path above the ground. All the kids then leave. But as im leaving I fall through the floor and I can hear a huge buffalo type animal. And he’s right next to me. So I don’t move and just sit there. He sniffes me for about 20 minutes he then walks off but I do something and he runs right back to me and gentle knocks me over and smells me more. He then pushes me around a bit but I still play dead. Then out of the blue this guy in this weird looking truck comes full speed and just runs right into the bull like prehistoric creature. I then run to his truck and thank him and thank him and thank him. He tells me he must have escaped from the zoo a fem miles down. And im thinking what zoo??? I then ask him for a ride to the front of the school so I can get my car and go home (im in high school). As we’re driving hes telling me how he doesn’t know why im here and that they closed the school 3 years earlier. He then shows me these automated “buses” that kids use to drive to school them selves. They look like phone booths with thrusters to fly. Im thinking this guys freakin crazy. He drives me to my car and my piece of crap is sitting there and he starts freaking out saying of my god you have a classic car? They havn’t made those for years and how the company was shut down. Im thinking whats this guy thinking then it hits me………… and I ask him, what year is it? And he says its 2019 why? And I start freaking out because it was 2009 the day my school was over run. I run to my car and start it up and I grab my wallet (with my drivers license) and show him my license. Its all weathered but easily readable. He’s like what the hell 2009? That was 10 years ago. I then ask him for a phone book which he gives me I then look up my last name and recognize my sisters and mothers name. So I drive down to my house and its this huge house on this hill. So I just walk on in and wait for them to return. My sister comes back first and I scare her she thinks im a robber or something. And I quickly calm her down and explain to her who I am. She runs to my arms and hugs me. And then my mom gets home and does the same. I then ask……..Where’s dad? They then say , With tears in their eyes. He left when you never came home. And I start crying feeling so homesick for my father. Even though in my time its only been like an 8 hour school day I haven’t seen them. To them it has been 10 years. I go into the bathroom and I’m about 25 looking and im like wow that is so weird. I then go drive around town looking for some of my friends. This is when I awoken. When i wrote this is when i awoken i mean this was an actual dream i had. Answer: Probably good as a web comic. Start small and work your way up. |
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What is Thomas Gray's The Progress of Poesy about? Question: I. 1. Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Thro' verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rowling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour: The rocks, and nodding groves rebellow to the roar. I. 2. Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft controul. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War, Has curb'd the fury of his car, And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command. Perching on the scept'red hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing: Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and light'nings of his eye. I. 3. Thee the voice, the dance, obey, Temper'd to thy warbled lay. O'er Idalia's velvet-green The rosy-crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sports, and blue-eyed Pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet. Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare: Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love. II. 1. Man's feeble race what Ills await, Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate! The fond complaint, my Song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her Spectres wan, and Birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky: Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war. II. 2. In climes beyond the solar road, Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom To chear the shiv'ring Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the od'rous shade Of Chile's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage Youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where-e'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame. II. 3. Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Isles, that crown th' Egaean deep, Fields that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Meander's amber waves In lingering Lab'rinths creep, How do your tuneful echoes languish, Mute, but to the voice of Anguish? Where each old poetic Mountain Inspiration breath'd around: Ev'ry shade and hallow'd Fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant-Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, oh Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast. III. 1. Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid, What time, where lucid Avon stray'd, To Him the mighty Mother did unveil Her aweful face: The dauntless Child Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smil'd. This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horrour that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears. III. 2. Nor second He, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Extasy, The secrets of th' Abyss to spy. He pass'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The living Throne, the saphire-blaze, Where Angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two Coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder cloath'd, and long-resounding pace. III. 3. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts, that breath, and words, that burn. But ah! 'tis heard no more— Oh! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now? tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant-eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow&# Answer: It's a poem about the Aeolian Harp, which is a muscial instrument that is "played' by the wind. The whole poem is about the calming effect the music has on men, gods, animals and nature. |
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people who like to read help!!!!!? Question: PLZ PLZ PLZ !!! someone help me summerize and understand this so i can put it into an essay. help!!!!? The Bath of Athena By Callimachus (written ~ 3rd century BCE) Note: The "Bath of Athena" describes how Teiresias went blind after seeing the Goddess Athena naked but was given prophetic vision. The speaker of this hymn is an officiant at the Temple of Athena of Argos, preparing for the ritual bath of the statue of the Goddess. All you that are companions of the Bath of Athena, come forth, come forth! I heard just now the snorting of her holy horses, and the Goddess is ready to go. Hurry you now, O fair-haired daughters of Pelasgus, hurry! Never did Athena wash her mighty arms before she drove the dust from the flanks of her horses - not even when, her armor all defiled with filth, she returned from the war with the lawless Giants; but far first she loosed from the car her horses’ necks, and in the springs of Oceanus washed the flecks of sweat, and from their mouths that champed the bit: cleansed the clotted foam. O come, daughters of Achaea, but bring not myrrh nor alabaster (I hear the whir of her axle now!); bring not, you companions of the Bath, for Pallas myrrh, nor alabaster (for Athena does not wear perfume), neither bring you a mirror: she is sure of her beauty. Not even when Paris judged the contest on mount Ida; the great Goddess looked not into orichale nor into the transparent flow of the river Simois, nor did Hera. But Aphrodite took the shining bronze and often altered and again altered the same lock. While my Goddess, after running a two-hundred stade course, like the twin Spartan stars on the banks of Eurotas, then did her simple annointments: oil from her olive tree, applied with skill; and the blush, my dear maidens, that ran up her body was like the color of the morning rose or the seed of the pomegranate. Therefore now also bring you only this masculine virgin oil, with which Castor and with which Hercules anoint themselves. And bring her a comb all of gold, that she may comb her hair, when she had anointed her glossy tresses. Come forth, Athena! This company pleasing to your heart awaits you, the maiden daughters of Acestor’s mighty sons. Athena, come, the ancient rite is begun, the shield of Diomedes is carried to Inachus, an Argive rite taught by Eumedes, your beloved priest who on a time, when he knew that the people were plotting and planning his death, fled with your holy image to the hill called Creion - and set you in rocks, you, O Goddess, on the rugged rocks, whose name is now the Pallatid rocks. Come forth, Athena, Sacker of Cities, Athena, helmeted in gold, Athena, who rejoices in the crash of horses and shields. Come. Today, the city will drink from small springs and fountains, but not from the river; girls will dip pitchers in Physadeia today, maidens will bear water from Amymone's pool where the daughter of Danaus lives. For, mingling his waters with gold and with flowers, the river Inachus will flow from his pastoral hills, bringing fair water for the Bath of Pallas Athena. But beware, O Pelasgian river, brim your eyes to the Queen: the man who sees Pallas, Keeper of Cities, naked, shall look on Argos for this the last time. Come, Lady Athena, and meanwhile I shall say somewhat unto these. The story is not mine but told by others. There was a time in Thebes, my dears, Athena loved a nymph, loved her to distraction, loved her more than any other, the mother of Teiresias, Chariclo by name, and was never apart from her. When Athena drove her horses towards ancient Thespiae or towards Coroneia or to Haliartus, riding through the farmlands of the Boeotians - or toward Coroneia where her grove is heavy with incense, and her altars lie close to the river Curalius - often did the Goddess set the nymph upon her car and there was no dalliance of nymphs nor sweet ordering of dance, where Chariclo did not lead. Yet even Chariclo did many tears await in the after day, even though she was a comrade dear to the heart of Athena. One day these twain undid the buckles of their robes beside the fair-flowing Spring of the Horse, on Helicon, and the two were bathing; and noontime quiet held all the hill. Those two were bathing together and it was the noontime hour and a great quiet held that hill. Only Teiresias, on whose cheek the down was just darkening, still ranged with his dogs the holy place. And, thirst beyond telling, he came unto the flowing spring, wretched man! And unwillingly saw that which is not lawful to be seen: “Which God, son of Everes, has led you on this rough road? hence shall you never more take back your eyes!” Athena spoke and night seized the eyes of the youth. And he stood there, speechless; for pain glued his knees and helplessness stayed his voice. But the nymph cried: “What has you done to my boy, Lady? Is such the friendship of you Goddesses? You has taken away the eyes of my son. Foolish child! you has seen the breast and thighs of Pallas Athena, but the sun you shall not see again. O me unhappy! O mountain, O Helicon, where I may no more come, surely a great price for little has you exacted. Losing a few roe and deer, you has taken the eyes of my child!” With that the mother hold her beloved child in both her arms and, mourning over him like a nightingale, led him away. But the Goddess Athena pitied her friend and said this to her: “Divine woman, take back all the words that you has spoken in anger. It was not I who struck your son blind. For no sweet thing is it for Athena to take away the eyes of children. But the laws of Cronus order demand that whoever sees any of the immortals, when the God himself chooses not, at a heavy price shall he behold. Divine woman, the thing that is done can no more be taken back; since like this the thread of the Fates span when you brought him to light; but now, son of Everes, accept like a man what is only your due. How many burnt offerings shall the daughter of Cadmus burn in the days to come? How many Aristaeus, her husband, to see their son Actaeon merely go blind? And yet he shall be companion of the chase to great Artemis. But him neither the chase nor comradeship in archery on the hills shall save in that hour, when, even though unwillingly, he shall behold the beautiful bath of the Goddess. No, his own dogs shall then devour their former lord. And his mother shall gather the bones of her son, ranging over all the hill. She will think you lucky and a fortunate woman to have your son home from the hills - only blind.” “Therefore, darling, you mustn't grieve so. Your son - for your sake - shall remain many other honors from hereafter, yes, more excellent far then any other. He shall know the birds - which is of good omen among all the countless birds that fly and what birds are of ill-omened flight. Many oracles shall he give to the Boeotians and many to Cadmus, and to the mighty sons of Labdacus in later days. Also I will give him a great staff which shall guide his feet as he had need, and I will give him a long term of life. And he only, when he dies, will walk among the dead having understanding, honored by Agesilaus, host of the dead.” So Athena spoke and bowed her head; ensuring fulfillment of all that she said; since to Athena only among his daughters has Zeus granted that she should win all things that belong to her sire, O companions of the Bath, and no mother bare that Goddess, but the head of Zeus. The head of Zeus bows not in falsehood, and in falsehood his daughter has no part. And now comes Athena in very deed. O maidens, whose task it is, receive you the Goddess with pious greeting and with prayer, and with the voice of thanksgiving. Hail, Goddess, and preserve Inachian Argos! Hail when you drive out with your horses, and may you drive them home again with joy, and preserve all the estate of the Danaans forever. 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What does this dream mean? Question: I was younger and I had this dream; I was on a street (I don't remember extremely well, but pretty good) and there was this vampire chasing me (I went through this whole phase of vampire dreams) so I ran up to my house (there's a big hill) and it was kinda like a fountain- but it was rocks and water was flowing. Then my mom was at the front of the house and said this: "Elmo, do you want your cabbage?" I don't recal what happened after that, but I think I said "A vampire is chasing me" and ran into the house. Wait- I saw the campire and he was carrying some sort of orange/red board... Here's another: I was at my previous home (before the current one I live in) and I walked into my parents' room to see a bright white room filled with tons of different sizes of blue bouncy balls (the ones with the handles you sit and hop on) so I shut the door and we went into the garage and in the car then I woke up... I had this dream a few times... OK maybe one more or so, I was in this house like the one we live in and it was white and spacious. (I had it two or so times, here's the first version) We heard the doorbell ring, so we answered it and nobody was there. I'm pretty positive I ran and said that an invisible man was there and was going to get us, or something to that effect. The second time I was like "No don't answer the door nobody's there it's someone who's gonna hurt us!" (Again something to that effect) One more (again sorry) I walked upstairs, into my room and to my shelf of my little pony horse figures, grabbed one, and saw a rainbow tiedye, then woke up and it was several hours later. Answer: the first dream meant u were felling like you were trapped and your mom or who ever was paying atenttion to someone else. dreams are another example of what you are felling the day or month your in . for example my mom would always give me crap for my b-day but my older brothers got really nice electronics, so that night i was thinking about that and had a dream that everybody got free telescopes at school and all the kids got really nice instant finding computer telescopes. and i got a little bracelete with a stare, heart whistle and everbody else got the nice (electronics). |