So I am in class right now and I am finishing my last post for this class. So I guess what I want to say is, is was fun, I learned a ton. Happy Holidays everybody! Relax, enjoy and don't drink too much eggnog.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Short Story
I also wrote this a while ago in my scribbler and didn't get around to typing it...
The old campus is constantly changing, moving around, growing and shrinking; which I usually find charming, exciting and wonderful. This evokes curiosity within me, but sometimes it can be confusing or puzzling. Today I had an experience that was jarring in response to all of that change. There is a tiny little washroom by the offices on the second floor, of the G Block, underneath the painting studios (by the deck). The washroom is so strange and condensed that there isn't even any room for a mirror in front of the sink (like most washrooms have) because the paper towel dispenser is crammed between the edge of the wall and the sink. I walked into this confined closet of a washroom this evening, I simultaneously shut the door and slid out of my backpack; when in my peripheral vision I saw something move; a figure. My stomach dropped, alert, I turned wide eyed to directly confront this intruder. Who is... oh.
It was now apparent that a mirror was finally installed.
The old campus is constantly changing, moving around, growing and shrinking; which I usually find charming, exciting and wonderful. This evokes curiosity within me, but sometimes it can be confusing or puzzling. Today I had an experience that was jarring in response to all of that change. There is a tiny little washroom by the offices on the second floor, of the G Block, underneath the painting studios (by the deck). The washroom is so strange and condensed that there isn't even any room for a mirror in front of the sink (like most washrooms have) because the paper towel dispenser is crammed between the edge of the wall and the sink. I walked into this confined closet of a washroom this evening, I simultaneously shut the door and slid out of my backpack; when in my peripheral vision I saw something move; a figure. My stomach dropped, alert, I turned wide eyed to directly confront this intruder. Who is... oh.
It was now apparent that a mirror was finally installed.
Somehow
Here I go again I slack a bit and then I make up for it the day before class and work extra hard. What is wrong with me? Well at least I am getting it done right? I need to write three more posts before my last class tomorrow morning, luckily I wrote two of them in my scribbler a long time ago that were supposed to go into my blog and somehow didn't make it. So here it goes:
I am at the Port Campus on an early Saturday afternoon and I wish I had a camera or even a video camera (although I don't like them) to document what I am seeing, then edit it to make a time lapse like many scenes on the Planet Earth series. The sky outside is very gray, the water reflects the colour of the sky and the muted landscape of George's Island and Dartmouth seem to be sandwiched between the air and water. There is an incredibly thick fog, I haven't seen; or at least noticed something like this in a long time. The fog is rushing in from the sea into the harbour, everything is being white washed, now everything is gone! I can only see some ripples of water and ducks a few feet away, if I look closely I can catch a blur of some land shapes seeking through. It's strange; my depth perception is gone and all that I am aware of is the building that I am in. The water go go on forever as far as I know, or it could stop just a few feet in front of the building. My world seems to have become smaller or larger, the only thing that constrains my perception is what I remember or what (I think) I know. It looks like I am stuck in the middle of a marshmallow or whipped cream, I wonder what it would feel or taste like, logically I know but creatively I explore. Have you ever been in a situation or have seen something that makes you imagine the world in a different way? What was it or/ is it and what was it or/ is it like?
I am at the Port Campus on an early Saturday afternoon and I wish I had a camera or even a video camera (although I don't like them) to document what I am seeing, then edit it to make a time lapse like many scenes on the Planet Earth series. The sky outside is very gray, the water reflects the colour of the sky and the muted landscape of George's Island and Dartmouth seem to be sandwiched between the air and water. There is an incredibly thick fog, I haven't seen; or at least noticed something like this in a long time. The fog is rushing in from the sea into the harbour, everything is being white washed, now everything is gone! I can only see some ripples of water and ducks a few feet away, if I look closely I can catch a blur of some land shapes seeking through. It's strange; my depth perception is gone and all that I am aware of is the building that I am in. The water go go on forever as far as I know, or it could stop just a few feet in front of the building. My world seems to have become smaller or larger, the only thing that constrains my perception is what I remember or what (I think) I know. It looks like I am stuck in the middle of a marshmallow or whipped cream, I wonder what it would feel or taste like, logically I know but creatively I explore. Have you ever been in a situation or have seen something that makes you imagine the world in a different way? What was it or/ is it and what was it or/ is it like?
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The Joy of Christmas
There was a death yesterday in a Wal-Mart in N.Y. where 2 000 people busted the doors down at opening time, rushed in and trampled a 32 year old seasonal employee. Other employees were trying to help and started to get trampled as well. Even a pregnant women was injured. When the man was dead the shoppers continued to stream through the doors and step over his body. There was also a shooting incident in California in a Toys R' Us store, there were two people arguing about a toy and suddenly shots went off and two people were killed!
My question is what the hell is wrong with people?! It's the season of joy, giving, sharing and family. What the hell is little Johnny going to think if he received the last Elmo Live on the shelves for Christmas, but his Daddy is in prison because he shot two people to get it. Or if little Suzy finds out that her Mommy participated in stomping a man to death to get that special doll that was on sale? I'm pretty sure these kids, and people receiving these gifts would rather not get anything at all, if they knew that it resulted in death.
Disgusting.
What is happening to the North American society? What is wrong? Needless killing over unimportant, mass produced, consumer targeted, meaningless objects. I'm with William Morris on this one, lets go back to the middle ages, take joy in our lives, in our work (minus the peace work for women, and bad working conditions in the guilds) I think what would be best for our society is a complete down fall, back to the land, manual labour, no electricity, with more community and farming, less advertising and technology.
My question is what the hell is wrong with people?! It's the season of joy, giving, sharing and family. What the hell is little Johnny going to think if he received the last Elmo Live on the shelves for Christmas, but his Daddy is in prison because he shot two people to get it. Or if little Suzy finds out that her Mommy participated in stomping a man to death to get that special doll that was on sale? I'm pretty sure these kids, and people receiving these gifts would rather not get anything at all, if they knew that it resulted in death.
Disgusting.
What is happening to the North American society? What is wrong? Needless killing over unimportant, mass produced, consumer targeted, meaningless objects. I'm with William Morris on this one, lets go back to the middle ages, take joy in our lives, in our work (minus the peace work for women, and bad working conditions in the guilds) I think what would be best for our society is a complete down fall, back to the land, manual labour, no electricity, with more community and farming, less advertising and technology.
Falling
I feel like this time of the year everything starts to fall apart, I start getting stressed, getting sick, getting behind in all classes, I start to sleep in and I become later and later. The first of the semester seems fine, I'm always early and I get things done on time somehow it slowly starts to disintegrate. How does this happen? When did is start? I never really notice until the pressure is on, the end of the semester is looming and I am running around at the last minute trying to get everything finished, and sometimes projects just slip and don't get finished. It's not just me either, are we expected to do to much, or are a lot of people just plain bad at time management?
Sunday, November 23, 2008
A Poem
Here is a poem that I read a few days ago when I stayed home with a cold, shivering in my bed, wrapped in multiple blankets. This poem reminds me of this computer class and computers in general' maybe some of you can relate...
Writer Waiting
Oh this shiny new computer-
There just isn't nothin' cuter.
It knows everything the world ever knew.
And with this great computer
I don't need no writin' tutor,
'Cause there ain't a single thing it can't do.
It can sort and it can spell,
It can punctuate as well.
It can find and file and underline and type.
It can edit and select,
It can copy and correct,
So I'll have a whole book written by tonight
(Just as soon as it can think of what to write).
Silverstein, Shel. Falling Up. 1. New York: Scholastic Inc., 1996.
Writer Waiting
Oh this shiny new computer-
There just isn't nothin' cuter.
It knows everything the world ever knew.
And with this great computer
I don't need no writin' tutor,
'Cause there ain't a single thing it can't do.
It can sort and it can spell,
It can punctuate as well.
It can find and file and underline and type.
It can edit and select,
It can copy and correct,
So I'll have a whole book written by tonight
(Just as soon as it can think of what to write).
Silverstein, Shel. Falling Up. 1. New York: Scholastic Inc., 1996.
Monday, November 17, 2008
7:35 Monday Morning
Good morning! I just woke up at 7am, I ate breakfast and now I am trying to gulp down some jasmine/ green tea to prevent my cold from progressing and write a post before class this morning. If memory serves me correctly (which it rarely does) I still had a post to write from last week in order to get caught up. I couldn't finish my homework again for this class because computers hate me in general, I spent hours in the InDesign program on the CD covers and the assignment for this week and it looks like I spent 5 minutes. Argh! So anyway, I need to go get ready so I can catch the bus in order to get to that class in time.
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