Everyone wears a mask at some point, whether it is actually a physical mask, or a metaphorical one. It's not really a big deal, unless you're a killer or something that wears a mask to keep people from finding out that you are, in fact, killing people.
As far as literal masks, I've worn a lot of those. What can I say, I love to dress up and wear costumes. I think it would be awesome to go to a masquerade ball where everyone is in a mask. Especially those Venetian masks because I think those re really awesome and beautiful. I got a blue bird mask for my birthday once, but I haven't had a chance to wear it yet. That kind of makes me sad.
As far as metaphorical masks go, I've worn my fair share of those. Maybe more. I already wrote an essay on this last year, and I really don't want anyone else to know about my metaphorical masks, since this is a public blog. I don't think I want a bunch of people in Canada or Russia or somewhere else reading about my psychological problems that require the use of a metaphorical masks. For some reason my blog is really popular in those places...
I also wear a mask because I'm secretly a superhero and the occasional super villain. Obviously, superheroes/villains wear masks- it's an occupational hazard if they don't. Except for Clark Kent/Superman. Apparently the people in his town all lack eyesight and basic reasoning skills. Fortunately, I'm not as naive as Clark, and no one knows my secret identity. It would really suck if they did.
Another time that I wear a mask is on Halloween and at masquerade parties. When I dress up as someone else, a mask is necessary in order to look more like the character I'm trying to portray. Otherwise, people look at you like you're stupid. Especially if it isn't actually Halloween...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Reflection on "The Pit and the Pendulum"
"The Pit and the Pendulum" by Edgar Allan Poe exhibits many of the characteristics of the Dark Romanticism literary style.
First, Poe creates the characteristic sense of mystery in the first sentences of the piece. One of the narrator's first sentences is "The sentence-the dread sentence of death-was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears." (Poe 263). The words in themselves create a sense of mystery and impending doom, but the reader obviously knows that the narrator doesn't die. If he did, then he wouldn't be able to tell the story like he was. This also spawns a curiosity in the reader to know what happens to the man.
This story is also very detail-oriented. One example that really stood out to me was when the narrator describes the curtains: "I saw, too. . . the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies which enwrapped the walls of the apartment." (Poe 263). This detail wasn't really necessary, but it added to the overall ambiance of the piece.
It also added to the mysterious setting that is also one of the characteristics of Dark Romanticism. We obviously know that wherever the narrator is, it has curtains around the walls, but the rest of the setting is a complete mystery. The character is taken to a dark place where he and the reader has no idea what will happen. When he finally gets to see his surroundings by way of a spooky light coming from the floor, he describes it like a horrific room of some sort, which is a common setting for Dark Romantic works.
Another hallmark of Dark Romanticism is it's acceptance of sin and evil in the world. The whole premise of "The Pit and the Pendulum" is the Spanish Inquisition which tried heretics as sinners. Obviously this story accepts sin and evil because the narrator is being tortured to get him to confess to some sin he didn't commit.
Many Dark Romantic works also have a sort of twist ending where the authors try to trick or surprise the reader in some way. This is also a part of "The Pit and the Pendulum". Even though the reader knows that the narrator survives because of the reasons mentioned above, the ending is so jarring that it takes the reader completely by surprise. All of a sudden the man is standing terrified at the edge of the pit and the next, "The fiery walls rushed back! An outstretched arm caught my own. . . It was that of General Lasalle." (Poe 273). Such an abrupt ending catches the reader off-guard, which is exactly what it was intended for. Though not a conventional twist ending, it has the essence of the others of the Dark Romanticism style.
"The Pit and the Pendulum" has characteristics of Dark Romanticism practically screaming at the reader from the beginning to the end. Some are standard issue like the setting and the theme, and some have Poe's distinct flair to them like the psychology and the ending. Either way, the style of the Dark Romantics is present in "The Pit and the Pendulum".
Poe, Edgar A. "The Pit and the Pendulum." Glencoe Literature. Comp. Jeffery D. Wilhelm. American Literature ed. Coumbus: McGraw-Hill, 2009. 263-73. Print.
First, Poe creates the characteristic sense of mystery in the first sentences of the piece. One of the narrator's first sentences is "The sentence-the dread sentence of death-was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears." (Poe 263). The words in themselves create a sense of mystery and impending doom, but the reader obviously knows that the narrator doesn't die. If he did, then he wouldn't be able to tell the story like he was. This also spawns a curiosity in the reader to know what happens to the man.
This story is also very detail-oriented. One example that really stood out to me was when the narrator describes the curtains: "I saw, too. . . the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies which enwrapped the walls of the apartment." (Poe 263). This detail wasn't really necessary, but it added to the overall ambiance of the piece.
It also added to the mysterious setting that is also one of the characteristics of Dark Romanticism. We obviously know that wherever the narrator is, it has curtains around the walls, but the rest of the setting is a complete mystery. The character is taken to a dark place where he and the reader has no idea what will happen. When he finally gets to see his surroundings by way of a spooky light coming from the floor, he describes it like a horrific room of some sort, which is a common setting for Dark Romantic works.
Another hallmark of Dark Romanticism is it's acceptance of sin and evil in the world. The whole premise of "The Pit and the Pendulum" is the Spanish Inquisition which tried heretics as sinners. Obviously this story accepts sin and evil because the narrator is being tortured to get him to confess to some sin he didn't commit.
Many Dark Romantic works also have a sort of twist ending where the authors try to trick or surprise the reader in some way. This is also a part of "The Pit and the Pendulum". Even though the reader knows that the narrator survives because of the reasons mentioned above, the ending is so jarring that it takes the reader completely by surprise. All of a sudden the man is standing terrified at the edge of the pit and the next, "The fiery walls rushed back! An outstretched arm caught my own. . . It was that of General Lasalle." (Poe 273). Such an abrupt ending catches the reader off-guard, which is exactly what it was intended for. Though not a conventional twist ending, it has the essence of the others of the Dark Romanticism style.
"The Pit and the Pendulum" has characteristics of Dark Romanticism practically screaming at the reader from the beginning to the end. Some are standard issue like the setting and the theme, and some have Poe's distinct flair to them like the psychology and the ending. Either way, the style of the Dark Romantics is present in "The Pit and the Pendulum".
Poe, Edgar A. "The Pit and the Pendulum." Glencoe Literature. Comp. Jeffery D. Wilhelm. American Literature ed. Coumbus: McGraw-Hill, 2009. 263-73. Print.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Relfection on "The Composition of 'The Raven'"
The document I chose to write about for this reflection was written by Edgar Allan Poe himself. It gives his thought process when he wrote one of his most famous poems "The Raven". The document is called "The Composition of 'The Raven'". I found this document very interesting to read. I had no idea that Poe ever criticized his own work or wrote other things about them. I thought it was really cool to get that peek into the mind of the poet.
In this article, Poe writes about how he wrote "The Raven". I admit that I was pretty curious as to how he got the idea. It's nice to know, but now I'm kind of wishing I didn't. It takes some of the magic away to read that one of your favorite authors wrote one of your favorite poems because he wanted a bird to repeat a word and have it create a melancholy atmosphere. That aside, I realized it was actually a pretty sensible way to go about writing anything, not just a poem.
Poe also explains that he had the climax of the poem in his mind and worked his way from there: ". . .in the progress of the construction—I first established in mind the climax, or concluding query—that to which "Nevermore" should be in the last place an answer. . ." (Poe). This method made me respect Poe's ability as a writer even more because I find it very hard to do that and am impressed that Poe manages to accomplish such a task in such an eloquent fashion.
I always find it interesting to read what authors write about themselves. A lot of times, you find that they can be boastful and their words contain a thinly disguised pride in their work, regardless of whether it deserves it. This is not the case with Poe, at least, not in this article. He sticks to the facts and goes about explaining his point in an ordered way. He sets out to explain something and then explains it. It reads pretty similarly to a Rationalism work in its structure and intent.
This composition does not give an explanation for why Poe wrote it. It made me wonder why exactly he wrote it. If I were Poe, I don't think I would want to explain my thoughts on my works. I would want to stay wrapped in that shroud of mystery that the Dark Romantic authors seemed to favor. But since I am obviously not Poe, I really have no say in the matter.
Poe also seems to be a perfectionist. Anyone who reads this article can tell that he put a lot of thought into "The Raven" and that he always tried to make things as close to perfection as he could. This also made me respect him more as writer because it truly shows his dedication to the profession of writing.
As a whole, this article was really interesting to me, and I really appreciated the insight into one of my favorite poems.
Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Philosophy of Composition" (1846) in Edgar Allan Poe: Poetry, Tales, & Selected Essays (New York: Library of America, 1996): pp. 1378–80. Quoted as "The Composition of 'The Raven'" in Harold Bloom, ed. Edgar Allan Poe, Bloom's Major Poets. Philadelphia: Chelsea House Publishing, 1999. (Updated 2007.) Bloom's Literary Reference Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp?ItemID=WE54&SID=5&iPin= BMPEAP20&SingleRecord=True (accessed November 29, 2010).
In this article, Poe writes about how he wrote "The Raven". I admit that I was pretty curious as to how he got the idea. It's nice to know, but now I'm kind of wishing I didn't. It takes some of the magic away to read that one of your favorite authors wrote one of your favorite poems because he wanted a bird to repeat a word and have it create a melancholy atmosphere. That aside, I realized it was actually a pretty sensible way to go about writing anything, not just a poem.
Poe also explains that he had the climax of the poem in his mind and worked his way from there: ". . .in the progress of the construction—I first established in mind the climax, or concluding query—that to which "Nevermore" should be in the last place an answer. . ." (Poe). This method made me respect Poe's ability as a writer even more because I find it very hard to do that and am impressed that Poe manages to accomplish such a task in such an eloquent fashion.
I always find it interesting to read what authors write about themselves. A lot of times, you find that they can be boastful and their words contain a thinly disguised pride in their work, regardless of whether it deserves it. This is not the case with Poe, at least, not in this article. He sticks to the facts and goes about explaining his point in an ordered way. He sets out to explain something and then explains it. It reads pretty similarly to a Rationalism work in its structure and intent.
This composition does not give an explanation for why Poe wrote it. It made me wonder why exactly he wrote it. If I were Poe, I don't think I would want to explain my thoughts on my works. I would want to stay wrapped in that shroud of mystery that the Dark Romantic authors seemed to favor. But since I am obviously not Poe, I really have no say in the matter.
Poe also seems to be a perfectionist. Anyone who reads this article can tell that he put a lot of thought into "The Raven" and that he always tried to make things as close to perfection as he could. This also made me respect him more as writer because it truly shows his dedication to the profession of writing.
As a whole, this article was really interesting to me, and I really appreciated the insight into one of my favorite poems.
Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Philosophy of Composition" (1846) in Edgar Allan Poe: Poetry, Tales, & Selected Essays (New York: Library of America, 1996): pp. 1378–80. Quoted as "The Composition of 'The Raven'" in Harold Bloom, ed. Edgar Allan Poe, Bloom's Major Poets. Philadelphia: Chelsea House Publishing, 1999. (Updated 2007.) Bloom's Literary Reference Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp?ItemID=WE54&SID=5&iPin= BMPEAP20&SingleRecord=True (accessed November 29, 2010).
Sunday, November 21, 2010
"The Raven" Analysis
Literal Meaning:
The narrator is reading books very late at night in his study when he hears knocking on the door to his room.
He comes to the conclusion that it is a visitor knocking at his door.
He remembers that this happened in December because there was a fire in the grate.
He desperately wanted to forget about his lost love (Lenore) by reading.
The haunting atmosphere starts to creep him out, so he tries to convince himself that it is only a visitor that is at his door and not something more sinister.
He gathers his courage and calls out an apology to the person at the door, but when he opens the door, no one is there.
He stares at the darkness for a while and calls out to "Lenore" (he probably thinks it was here ghost at the door) but the only answer he gets is the echo of his own voice.
He goes back into the room, rather unsettled, and hears the tapping again.
It's at the window this time and he resolves to go see what it is, convinced it is the wind.
He opens the window and a raven steps in then goes to perch on a bust of Pallas above the door.
The bird looks so solemn and serious that the narrator can't help but smile.
The narrator asks the bird what it is called and it replies with "Nevermore"
He is impressed that the bird seemed to understand his question and muses on the fact that not many people get to have a bird above their door.
The bird only speaks the one word.
The raven says nothing else, prompting the narrator to become sad at the thought that the bird will leave him like everyone else has.
The raven, again, responds with nevermore.
The narrator is startled by the bird's abruptness, but thinks it is only repeating what some previous master must have said often.
He pulls up a chair and begins to ponder the bird's meaning.
He keeps thinking and the raven keeps staring at him.
Then the narrator senses a change in the atmosphere.
He yells at the bird to help him forget Lenore, and it replies with the usual.
He asks if there will be any respite from his feelings. And the bird answers.
He asks it if he will get to see Lenore when he dies, and the bird speaks its word.
Then he gets up and yells at the bird to leave him alone in his sorrows.
The raven stays watching the narrator as he sinks deeper into the madness brought on by the sight of the raven.
Poetic Devices:
Repetition shows up a lot with all the Nevermores going on. It makes the poem easier to remember.
Similes and metaphors are used quite often, as when the narrator likens the raven to a devil or nobleman.
Imagery is used to describe the scene to the reader.
In addition to the standard device of rhyme scheme, Poe also uses internal rhyme within the poem such as in these lines: "While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
I also saw the raven as a symbol for the grief and loneliness that lived in the narrator's heart.
Figurative Meaning:
Personally, I think this poem is awesome. It's been one of my favorites for a while now. To me, its meaning isn't really important. I read poetry because of how it makes me feel, and this poem leaves me with a haunting, creepy kind of feeling that I find awesome. To others, however, I think it could be interpreted as a story of grief that manifested itself and drove the narrator into madness. It's a pretty straightforward poem.
Poe, Edgar Allen. "The Raven." PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of Poems and Poets.. Poetry Search Engine. Web. 21 Nov. 2010.
The narrator is reading books very late at night in his study when he hears knocking on the door to his room.
He comes to the conclusion that it is a visitor knocking at his door.
He remembers that this happened in December because there was a fire in the grate.
He desperately wanted to forget about his lost love (Lenore) by reading.
The haunting atmosphere starts to creep him out, so he tries to convince himself that it is only a visitor that is at his door and not something more sinister.
He gathers his courage and calls out an apology to the person at the door, but when he opens the door, no one is there.
He stares at the darkness for a while and calls out to "Lenore" (he probably thinks it was here ghost at the door) but the only answer he gets is the echo of his own voice.
He goes back into the room, rather unsettled, and hears the tapping again.
It's at the window this time and he resolves to go see what it is, convinced it is the wind.
He opens the window and a raven steps in then goes to perch on a bust of Pallas above the door.
The bird looks so solemn and serious that the narrator can't help but smile.
The narrator asks the bird what it is called and it replies with "Nevermore"
He is impressed that the bird seemed to understand his question and muses on the fact that not many people get to have a bird above their door.
The bird only speaks the one word.
The raven says nothing else, prompting the narrator to become sad at the thought that the bird will leave him like everyone else has.
The raven, again, responds with nevermore.
The narrator is startled by the bird's abruptness, but thinks it is only repeating what some previous master must have said often.
He pulls up a chair and begins to ponder the bird's meaning.
He keeps thinking and the raven keeps staring at him.
Then the narrator senses a change in the atmosphere.
He yells at the bird to help him forget Lenore, and it replies with the usual.
He asks if there will be any respite from his feelings. And the bird answers.
He asks it if he will get to see Lenore when he dies, and the bird speaks its word.
Then he gets up and yells at the bird to leave him alone in his sorrows.
The raven stays watching the narrator as he sinks deeper into the madness brought on by the sight of the raven.
Poetic Devices:
Repetition shows up a lot with all the Nevermores going on. It makes the poem easier to remember.
Similes and metaphors are used quite often, as when the narrator likens the raven to a devil or nobleman.
Imagery is used to describe the scene to the reader.
In addition to the standard device of rhyme scheme, Poe also uses internal rhyme within the poem such as in these lines: "While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
I also saw the raven as a symbol for the grief and loneliness that lived in the narrator's heart.
Figurative Meaning:
Personally, I think this poem is awesome. It's been one of my favorites for a while now. To me, its meaning isn't really important. I read poetry because of how it makes me feel, and this poem leaves me with a haunting, creepy kind of feeling that I find awesome. To others, however, I think it could be interpreted as a story of grief that manifested itself and drove the narrator into madness. It's a pretty straightforward poem.
Poe, Edgar Allen. "The Raven." PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of Poems and Poets.. Poetry Search Engine. Web. 21 Nov. 2010.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Journal #24: Mind Tricks
I don't really have many instances where my mind plays tricks on me and creeps me out. That just doesn't happen very often. Really the only time that I get freaked out over nothing is right after I watch a scary movie with my friends. If I have to drive home alone, then it's even worse.
The only time I can really remember something specific that was my mind playing tricks on me was at my birthday party one year. I think I was turning eight, or somewhere in that area, I can't really remember. Anyway, I was having a sleepover, and one of my friends there somehow managed to convince the rest of us that there was a stalker outside. Her paranoia made us paranoid and was helped along by a number of coincidences such as my brother coming home really late and entering the house in a really sneaky way. Since I live in the middle of a forest, there are always many strange noises outside at night. Naturally, we heard them, and they only served to freak us out more. It probably helped that we were eight and half of the girls had never been to my house before. Then there was the creepy shadow at one of my windows. You'd think that we would notice that it wasn't moving, but none of us wanted to get close enough to actually look outside the window and confirm that it was only a tree. I checked in the morning after everyone left, and it actually was only a human-shaped tree. The funniest part was that one of my friends had already fallen asleep, so when we all freaked out and locked ourselves in my room, we just left her down at the other end of the house.
We were all really freaked out at the time, but now we just look back and laugh at how stupid we were.
Recently, there have been no instances where my mind has played tricks on me. I like to think I'm smarter than that.
The only time I can really remember something specific that was my mind playing tricks on me was at my birthday party one year. I think I was turning eight, or somewhere in that area, I can't really remember. Anyway, I was having a sleepover, and one of my friends there somehow managed to convince the rest of us that there was a stalker outside. Her paranoia made us paranoid and was helped along by a number of coincidences such as my brother coming home really late and entering the house in a really sneaky way. Since I live in the middle of a forest, there are always many strange noises outside at night. Naturally, we heard them, and they only served to freak us out more. It probably helped that we were eight and half of the girls had never been to my house before. Then there was the creepy shadow at one of my windows. You'd think that we would notice that it wasn't moving, but none of us wanted to get close enough to actually look outside the window and confirm that it was only a tree. I checked in the morning after everyone left, and it actually was only a human-shaped tree. The funniest part was that one of my friends had already fallen asleep, so when we all freaked out and locked ourselves in my room, we just left her down at the other end of the house.
We were all really freaked out at the time, but now we just look back and laugh at how stupid we were.
Recently, there have been no instances where my mind has played tricks on me. I like to think I'm smarter than that.
Reflection: Walden
The literary criticism I decided to read is titled "Thoreau's Walden and the American Dream: Challenge or Myth?". In this, the author presents the American Dream as one of two things: material gain and success or a dream of new beginnings. I admit that I like the idea of the second one better, but I am realistic enough to know that it is most often the first option that is the goal in today's commercial world. It's sad, but it certainly doesn't make me want to spend time in the woods in an almost pointless venture such as Thoreau did. Even the author of this article, Michaela Keck, admits that many have viewed Thoreau's endeavors as rather pointless, objectionable, and even hypocritical at times. On the one hand, I agree with the people who say that, but, on the other, I also disagree with them. I think what Thoreau did doesn't really count because he wasn't really that far from society, and he still went to his family's house to eat dinner with his sister on a regular basis. He didn't do exactly what he said he was, which discredits him in a lot of people's eyes. The thing that redeems him in my eyes is the fact that at least he tried to do something about what he felt. A lot of people only complain about the world and spout all these "philosophical thoughts" but do nothing about them. They just continue their annoying little lives and secretly hate their situation. Unlike those phonies, Thoreau actually does step back to closely analyze how he can change his situation.
This article brings up the point that Thoreau "shuns business as best he can and strives for 'voluntary poverty'"(Keck). I think this is kind of counter productive to Thoreau's grand scheme. Not to drag religion into a school work, but the Bible says we should work to be successful so that we can share what we have with those less fortunate. It seems to me that since Thoreau was so disgusted with the way the world was he should have been actively working to change it. As an influential man with influential friends, I believe he could have gotten many things accomplished.
This article really didn't take much of a stand on either side of the fence, instead preferring to sit in the middle of the question it poses in its title. Normally, this would annoy me to no end, but as I am unable to completely chose a side myself, I don't mind it at all. The author obviously knows more about Walden and Thoreau than I do, and presents a very well-rounded discussion of the topic they chose to write about. As far as the American Dream aspect, I really do not believe that the American Dream amounts to living in a shack in the woods, cut off from everyone else, no matter which of the definitions you accept as the true American Dream. I think what it really comes down to is that the American Dream is just being free to do what you feel you have to, such as Thoreau leaving society to reflect on himself and the world.
Keck, Michaela. "Thoreau's Walden and the American Dream: Challenge or Myth?" In Bloom, Harold, ed. The American Dream, Bloom's Literary Themes. New York: Chelsea Publishing House, 2009. Bloom's Literary Reference Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp?ItemID=WE54&SID=5&iPin= BLTTAD021&SingleRecord=True (accessed December 1, 2010).
This article brings up the point that Thoreau "shuns business as best he can and strives for 'voluntary poverty'"(Keck). I think this is kind of counter productive to Thoreau's grand scheme. Not to drag religion into a school work, but the Bible says we should work to be successful so that we can share what we have with those less fortunate. It seems to me that since Thoreau was so disgusted with the way the world was he should have been actively working to change it. As an influential man with influential friends, I believe he could have gotten many things accomplished.
This article really didn't take much of a stand on either side of the fence, instead preferring to sit in the middle of the question it poses in its title. Normally, this would annoy me to no end, but as I am unable to completely chose a side myself, I don't mind it at all. The author obviously knows more about Walden and Thoreau than I do, and presents a very well-rounded discussion of the topic they chose to write about. As far as the American Dream aspect, I really do not believe that the American Dream amounts to living in a shack in the woods, cut off from everyone else, no matter which of the definitions you accept as the true American Dream. I think what it really comes down to is that the American Dream is just being free to do what you feel you have to, such as Thoreau leaving society to reflect on himself and the world.
Keck, Michaela. "Thoreau's Walden and the American Dream: Challenge or Myth?" In Bloom, Harold, ed. The American Dream, Bloom's Literary Themes. New York: Chelsea Publishing House, 2009. Bloom's Literary Reference Online. Facts On File, Inc. http://www.fofweb.com/activelink2.asp?ItemID=WE54&SID=5&iPin= BLTTAD021&SingleRecord=True (accessed December 1, 2010).
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Journal #23: "Unplug" for one week
It would be extremely easy for me to disappear into the woods for a week. Especially at this point in time. I have a lot of things I need to think about now, but haven't had the time to consider lately. I would spend most of my time thinking about those things, recharging, and catching up on the many books I have to read. It is probably easier for me to go without technology for a week than many of my classmates because I spend a large portion of my time away from it already. I have many extracurriculars that keep me busy most days, and the time I have left, I usually spend reading. I don't have time to watch much TV anymore, and I mainly use the computer for homework.
A week in the woods would be awesome. I love camping, and think I'm pretty good at it, considering that I don't get to go very often. The only problem I can think of with the no technology thing is not having a cell phone. A cell phone would be really handy if I got in trouble and needed to call for help. Knowing me, that would be bound to happen.
To get away from society, I would just walk into my backyard. My house is surrounded by a small forest, so I would just go to the center of that and secret myself in a grove of trees or something.
As far as food and shelter and things like that, I would bring my family's tent with me. We don't go camping much anymore, so it's not like they would miss it. I would pack a lot of soup and crackers and granola bars and things that I could eat as they were or could cook over a fire.
I really don't think I would be able to put this impromptu "plan" into action though. My parents would prevent it from happening because they would worry.
A week in the woods would be awesome. I love camping, and think I'm pretty good at it, considering that I don't get to go very often. The only problem I can think of with the no technology thing is not having a cell phone. A cell phone would be really handy if I got in trouble and needed to call for help. Knowing me, that would be bound to happen.
To get away from society, I would just walk into my backyard. My house is surrounded by a small forest, so I would just go to the center of that and secret myself in a grove of trees or something.
As far as food and shelter and things like that, I would bring my family's tent with me. We don't go camping much anymore, so it's not like they would miss it. I would pack a lot of soup and crackers and granola bars and things that I could eat as they were or could cook over a fire.
I really don't think I would be able to put this impromptu "plan" into action though. My parents would prevent it from happening because they would worry.
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