324.

Rational Architect

You are introspective, pragmatic, informative, and attentive. The scientific systemization of all knowledge, or Architectonics, is highly developed in people like you, who are intensely curious and see the world as something to be understood. Your primary interest is to determine how things are structured, built, or configured. You are a designer of theoretical systems and new technologies. Rearranging the environment to fit your design is a distant goal for you.

You are logically and verbally precise. In casual conversations, you may be tempted to point out errors the other speaker makes, with the simple goal of maintaining clarity within the exchange. In serious discussions, your ability to detect distinctions, inconsistencies, contradictions, and frame arguments gives you an enormous advantage. In debates, you can sometimes be devastating, or alienate yourself from the group with overly logical arguments.

You often seem difficult to get to know. You are inclined to be shy except with close friends, and your reserve is difficult to penetrate. Able to concentrate better than any other type, you prefer to work quietly at your computer or drafting table, and often alone. You also become obsessed with analysis, and this can seem to shut others out. Once caught up in a thought process, you close off and persevere until you comprehend the issue in all its complexity. You prize intelligence, and with your grand desire to grasp the structure of the universe, you can seem arrogant and may show impatience with others who have less ability, or who are less driven.

Famous Architects include Albert Einstein, David Keirsey, Charles Darwin, and Thomas Jefferson.

323. Go, Get Her Bread!

322. Man Eating Chicken

321. The Many Faces of Octopi

320. Untitled, Unfinished

Ten thousand tiny hammers thundered down onto his head, soaking him. The short-ish black hairs atop his head fused together and were weighed down by the frigid water tumbling down his face in rivulets. Each time his water-logged sneakers thwacked against the darkened pavement, beads of water shook themselves free of his body and made their way in suicidal fashion onto the ground. The unsuccessful ones mearly landed on his shoulders or the black pants covering his scissoring legs. Hands in pockets and arms drawn close, he continued down the dismal street, feeling himself become heavier and heavier and emptier and emptier each time he felt a car's headlights wash over him, bathing him in an imagined warmth similar to phantom pain. Despite the adamant prostests of his wristwatch which screams, "Minutes, minutes, minutes!" He knows that he has been walking for days and the reason he isn't already at his destination is simply because the ground beneath his gradually numbing toes is being pushed along behind him and dragged forward simultaneously like a long rug covering a slick floor. Any minute now he's just going to step off the edge.

His body feels bloated and sticky as his clothing grasps his skin, but he doesn't dare take his hands out of his pockets as he knows it isn't worth exposing his hands to such wretched weather in an attempt to adjust something that will mearly slide back into an uncomfortable position moments later.

Water snakes down his face, narrowly avoiding his eyes -- thanks to the thick eyebrows above them -- and puddles beneath his nose. Unintentionally, he inhales sharply, begins to choke on the rain he just snorted into his throat and decides that breathing through his mouth would be the most efficient way to avoid his untimely death in such an ignominious fashion. Even though hypothermia isn't as embarrassing a death as choking on rain water, he decides he'd prefer to not die at the hands of that either and quickens his pace, his feet squelching and sloshing through the puddles beneath him. By the time he sees the deceptively welcoming light wafting from his living room window and has the chance to question whether or not he had left the stove on, he no longer has any feeling in his toes, feet, ankles, or shins. If he wasn't constantly sniffling between heavy, bubbling breaths, he probably wouldn't even remember that he had a nose as he couldn't feel it either. Nor his ears, for that matter.

Left, right, left he carefully raised and lowered bloodless stumps in order to reach the top of the stairs to his unlocked front door. After entering, shaking, and removing his hooded sweater and cotton t-shirt, he sat down on a wooden chair to begin the task of freeing his toes from their sopping tombs. He unceremoniously dropped the shoes to the floor with a squishy thud and allowed his deadened feet to follow in suit, the toes being crushed beneath them haphazardly. After sitting for only a moment, he unbuttoned and unzipped his clinging pants and stood to remove him.

Although he believed his feet to be placed firmly and properly against the linoleum floor, the reality was quite different. As he pushed himself up from the chair, a feu de joie of ten cracking toes battered his ear drums as he fell forward, bashing his open mouth on the large coffee table in front of him. An anguished cry tore its way out of his mouth, but was muffled by cold hands. He remained stunned on the floor for a moment and swiped at the bright red that lipsticked his mouth and blossomed across his teeth; the metallic taste only adding to the nausea he felt upon hearing his cracking bones. Biting his bottom lip through the blood, he inhaled deeply and looked down at his still numb feet. Aside from some slight bruising and his little toe resting at an unusual angle, it was assumed that there would be no lasting damage. At this revalation, his nerves were steadied and strength returned to the rest of his body.

319.

Post 313 has just been expanded and become a reality! Global domination will follow! The project is currently super secret, but stay tuned! Excitement will follow!

318.

Fuck. Writer's block. I know what I want to say, but I can't think of how to expand on it. It's one of those things that can be answered so bluntly it seems almost condescending and redundant to give examples or to try to turn it into an essay.

1. Compare and contrast two of the stream of feminist though presented in this unit. Which of the feminisms do you find most compelling? Why?

2. Are women really lower in status and power than men, or sis their status and power merely different? Support your answer with examples.

3. One of the criticisms of feminism is that it is insensitive to cultural differences, and seeks to impose upon non-Western cultures a Western concept of gender equality. Is this a valid criticism? Why, or why not?

I plan on doing number three. One is really easy so most people will being doing that one and Richelle will be tired of it by the time she reads mine and it may unintentionally effect my mark. Two is way too involved. I'll never finish it because I'll try to make it too elaborate. The thing with number three is simply that feminism is a Western concept so the very idea of bringing that kind of movement into a non-Western country is already imposing a Westernized concept of gender equality. There's no argument against it.