My project is this site: HERE
Before delving really deep into it, there is some information that you need to know. The world this site takes place in is earth in the year 2028. Recently a massive cataclysm has destroyed a the vast majority of humanity and the towns and cities of the world. An agency, known as the UEC (United Earth Council) has risen up connect the survivors in the world. Part of the UEC is the UEA (United Earth Army) which is used to protect the cities and areas that have joined the UEC.
Anyways, for my project I created a website that was made by a guy who is compiling strange stories. This includes a mysterious group of five people who are sited in different towns before, during, or after these strange events.
The different stories are actually plot points in an RPG (Role-Playing Game; aka D&D) that I play with my friends. Because of this, I also found it fitting for my friends to write the letters and emails or draw the pictures used in the sire.
I found it interesting to actually look at the events through a different lens. Normally, our characters just travel from place to place and do what's needed. This makes us think about the people who see our characters. This is especially important, because the characters tend to use magic. Most people in the game don't know that magic exists so this makes them stand out. Also, their overall appearance is memorable. Of course some of the events that the characters were a part of happened without any witnesses or people who will divulge the information of their existence, so the person running the site mentions the events, but not that the characters were involved.
What I find really interesting about this project is that I am creating a false reality based off a false reality that's partially based off reality (pretty much the fact that it takes place on earth).
The hardest part about this project was making the website. I just kept running into problems while making and loading everything. Even after I finally got all the files uploaded things still didn't work right. Some of the pictures are missing and the visual design is missing.
Finally, I enjoyed the fact that I could reuse my video from Project 2, because the person the movie was about is one of the NPC (Non-Player Characters) of the game.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Project five-age
I am going to take a Modern RPG (role-playing game; think D&D) that I am running with friends and portray the events that happen in it through the eyes of the random person.
It's going to be a website where a young man is compiling all the information he can about a group of people who seem to always be where the action is. I'm going to do this through sketches, stories, pictures (if I possible), videos (extremely rare, but maybe), etc. I am also going to document where things happen using google maps.
Basically it is going to be similar to this website: Who is Doctor Who, which is a site for the TV show Doctor Who.
It's going to be a website where a young man is compiling all the information he can about a group of people who seem to always be where the action is. I'm going to do this through sketches, stories, pictures (if I possible), videos (extremely rare, but maybe), etc. I am also going to document where things happen using google maps.
Basically it is going to be similar to this website: Who is Doctor Who, which is a site for the TV show Doctor Who.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Project 5: yet again
Basically, I'm planning on doing a live action D&D game. I'm going to find a place and grid it (basically turn it into squares of movement most likely 5'x5'). After this, I will transpose the gridded area onto a paper map.
There will be two groups of people for this project: Players and Characters.
I'm still a bit hazy on the specifics or if I'm even going to actually do this.
*EDIT*
Ignore this post.
There will be two groups of people for this project: Players and Characters.
I'm still a bit hazy on the specifics or if I'm even going to actually do this.
*EDIT*
Ignore this post.
Blogging/internet
I don't really read blogs. Pretty much I only read the things my friends post and even then I ignore more than half of them.
I do think that the internet is highly participatory, however I don't believe that participation has the same effect as face to face human interaction.
I do think that the internet is highly participatory, however I don't believe that participation has the same effect as face to face human interaction.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Project 5?
I'm not exactly sure what I want to do for this project. I can't really think of anything.
Maybe something to do with Dungeons and Dragons in real life. In other words, translating the rule systems of D&D and applying them to real life for a short period of time. This could be done using a house or some area that can be gridded into defined spaces. There would be Players and Characters...
Maybe something to do with Dungeons and Dragons in real life. In other words, translating the rule systems of D&D and applying them to real life for a short period of time. This could be done using a house or some area that can be gridded into defined spaces. There would be Players and Characters...
Monday, November 17, 2008
Project 4: Final
META-TEXT
For this project, I wanted to look into the idea of random or rather what is and isn't random. To start with I asked all my friends to tell me what song(s) enter their head randomly durring the day. I got a number of songs and more than a few comments about the quality of the songs. I then took all of the songs and put them into a single file folder. After this I used Audacity, randomly selecting songs, cutting them up, and mixing them together linerally.
After this I spent the next week just listening to my friends and taking notes when ever they would say something randomly. Using this, I then found pictures, clips, or just plain wrote out the words. I did this independently of the music so that I wouldn't try to link up the two.
From this I noticed some interesting things. Many of the songs naturally flow into one another making the music almost seamless. The best place to point this out is when a song by Cascada goes into a song by O-Zone and it seems natural. There are also points where the song and video link up. The best place this is found is when 'Frank Sinatra' turns into 'I Set My Friends On Fire' which is a scremo band and at the same time a picture of the iconic scene from Red Dawn appears.
Sitting back and looking at this brings about the question, what is random? Or maybe even better, can randomness exist? Even with out a pattern in mind, a pattern still arises. Is it possible that subconsciously I remembered the song and made the movie to match? Honestly I can't really answer any of these questions, they just made me think.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
About project 4
So, the basic idea behind my blog is the random. I asked my friends for songs that repeatedly run through their heads, then I took as many as I could, chopped them up, and mixed them into a single song. Out of about 25 songs I think I've included 10. Next I wrote down all the random things my friends have said over a two week period, took the oddest, and the best and made a movie stating those phrases combining them with pictures or video if able. I did the two independently of each other.
I'm not sure where my project stands currently. I'm in a state of limbo really.
I'm not sure where my project stands currently. I'm in a state of limbo really.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Project 4: Draft
Basic Info:
This is about random thought/randomness in general.
Music are the songs that run through my friends
Quotes/pictures are the random things my friends have said.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Project 4
Right now my project is about the songs a person finds themselves singing in their head for no reason. I'm going to splice a few songs together, but have them distorted and mixed up, similar to how people sing them in their head (I personally will sing the same line of a chorus in a way that naturally loops back on itself indefinitely). I've had my friends send me the songs they get stuck in their heads. I'm also thinking of adding thought.
This project is personal. How so? Well, it is an everyday occurrence, when faced with silence of the mundane I personally turn to music, as in singing in my head or occasionally out loud and at time I beat-box (badly). The thing is, the music is never the same. I blend it, songs turn into other songs, I repeat the same line over and over, I mess up the words. In essence I create a remix. To add to this, the idea of random thought and
For the collaboration element, I asked my friends to give me the songs they sing when they wake up, random songs that enter their heads during the day, etc., but always the songs in their heads. The second part of this I still need to do it get lists of random thoughts for a week adding this to the piece.
I'm going to mix the songs together and mix pictures/words of the thoughts and other things to cte the ideal of the mind. Basically twisting and warping everything.
This project is personal. How so? Well, it is an everyday occurrence, when faced with silence of the mundane I personally turn to music, as in singing in my head or occasionally out loud and at time I beat-box (badly). The thing is, the music is never the same. I blend it, songs turn into other songs, I repeat the same line over and over, I mess up the words. In essence I create a remix. To add to this, the idea of random thought and
For the collaboration element, I asked my friends to give me the songs they sing when they wake up, random songs that enter their heads during the day, etc., but always the songs in their heads. The second part of this I still need to do it get lists of random thoughts for a week adding this to the piece.
I'm going to mix the songs together and mix pictures/words of the thoughts and other things to cte the ideal of the mind. Basically twisting and warping everything.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Response 6
50 Random Names
1.Lantis2.Millie
3.Kramer
4.Keito
5.Prometheus
6.Mithrander
7.Kitty
8.Firis
9.Damen
10.Erica
11.Sakura
12.Miles
13.Richard
14.Cale’Anon
15.Anya
16.Bruno
17.Julius
18.Trina
19.Miranda
20.Lucile
21.Seska
22.Mario
23.Fred
24.Aelion
25.Goku
26.Jessica
27.Damien
28.Thrall
29.Nicolai
30.Peter
31.Yoda
32.Luigi
33.Sylar
34.Adam
35.Uriel
36.Shawn
37.Katie
38.Misha
39.Kris
40.Billie
41.Marvin
42.Usagi
43.Dawn
44.Casper
45.Bill
46.Jamie
47.Neville
48.Roger
49.Lucas
50.Ragnar
There are many things that these names can be used for. They could be used for a series of caricatures, character studies, or even mini stories. They could be compiled into a song in some way.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
thoughts on p4
I'm not exactly sure as to what I'm going to do for this project. I'm thinking about music. Possibly the first song that gets stuck into people's head in the morning or the current song stuck in a person's head when I ask.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Project Three: Meta-text
So, for this project I took three stories, two of which I've written and one from a web-series I regularly watch. For them I tried three different methods of alteration.
The first story is the prologue of a young adult novel I started writing for my English 318 class. I chose this story because I knew there were words spell checker wouldn't like to begin with. I also chose it because I wanted to see my own words which I spent hours working on and perfecting changed into something that is still mine, yet at the same time it isn't. While most of the words are mine, there are a number that are not because the computer compiled them together. Also, there is a question as to whether the story is still mine because of the fact that it is not the story I wrote, in truth a program technically wrote it using my words. Anyways, for this one, I chopped it into five sections reordered them, then I ran it through spell checker. This had multiple changes. For one it changed all of the made up names, such as Joren to Jorgen and T? to Twyla. Parts of the story seem right (or rightish) such as the first sentence "Woods as a precession offending filled the quiet Chords of choked in single file lint and hooded figures wall thirty robbers in the brightness odors danced along the trey." Where you can get the gist of a story, except words like lint, odors, and trey destroy the meaning of the story by giving an air of randomness. I've also noticed that the closer you get to the end of the peice the less understandable and more random it becomes, almost as if it is a model of entropy. I find this interesting, because that is the spirit of what I was trying to do, take something orderly and make it chaotic.
My second piece is also a story I've written, but this one was from a first draft. I chose it for two reasons: 1) It has very complex language so that when I translate it some of the complexity will disappear or be mistranslated. 2) The tone of the work is serious and dark and I wanted to see how the tone would change. With this work I simply translated it though a number of languages before translating it back to English. Some notable changes that I liked in it were the random mention of China stocks and Federal Republic of Germany. I also liked how "I killed a hero and a good man." turned into "I am a good man and a hero died." The original idea is completely lost. I also like how somewhere in the translations "Nighthawk" became "Owl", which is in fact a night hawk, or the fact that the narrator got a random "e" added to the end of his name. Out of the entire piece I like the following phrases: " I'm cold rain, until the day of the bullets", "I'm horrible death in the desert planet", "I'm dead and the living legends", "Thousands of pain and suffering for the people". The first two describe the character perfectly, the interesting fact is that these sentences were not originally about the main character. The third phrase is supposed to say is a lovely juxtaposition, but still describes the character. The last one has a nice poetic (if not dark) quality to it. As for the tone of the piece, in most parts it maintains it's dark feel; however, it also occasionally slips into absurdism with it's weird sayings. Example: "China stocks and their parts and pure hatred that divided only pull the trigger". A few last things about this piece that I found interesting are: 1) only one portion of it was left unchanged "Hergan" apparently either does not appear in any language unlike Fala, Riac, or Kalvian. Of course it could be I stumbled upon a word that fits in all languages. 2) Only one non-English word found it's way into the piece: "Menen". 3) For some reason Galaxy decided to become all caps.
The last piece that I altered was not my own. It it the transcript of an episode of the web-series Red vs. Blue. I choose to use this because the web-series often uses randomness as humor often showed through how characters react to certain situations regardless of how major (or minor) the situation is. Starting out I thought that there wasn't any way I could make it more bizarre, but I was wrong. Here I simply changed all non-personal nouns and adjectives with random ones. The end result is just random and most things don't make sense such as a "sweat, null facade" or "The Meta is subtle more than a camera seeking to increase its corn". Pretty much the partially absurd dialogue became fully absurd. The one thing I really liked about this attempt was that the word "shield" was replaced with "facade", making certain phrases funnier. EX "The Facade will fail" or "Drop the facade".
The first story is the prologue of a young adult novel I started writing for my English 318 class. I chose this story because I knew there were words spell checker wouldn't like to begin with. I also chose it because I wanted to see my own words which I spent hours working on and perfecting changed into something that is still mine, yet at the same time it isn't. While most of the words are mine, there are a number that are not because the computer compiled them together. Also, there is a question as to whether the story is still mine because of the fact that it is not the story I wrote, in truth a program technically wrote it using my words. Anyways, for this one, I chopped it into five sections reordered them, then I ran it through spell checker. This had multiple changes. For one it changed all of the made up names, such as Joren to Jorgen and T? to Twyla. Parts of the story seem right (or rightish) such as the first sentence "Woods as a precession offending filled the quiet Chords of choked in single file lint and hooded figures wall thirty robbers in the brightness odors danced along the trey." Where you can get the gist of a story, except words like lint, odors, and trey destroy the meaning of the story by giving an air of randomness. I've also noticed that the closer you get to the end of the peice the less understandable and more random it becomes, almost as if it is a model of entropy. I find this interesting, because that is the spirit of what I was trying to do, take something orderly and make it chaotic.
My second piece is also a story I've written, but this one was from a first draft. I chose it for two reasons: 1) It has very complex language so that when I translate it some of the complexity will disappear or be mistranslated. 2) The tone of the work is serious and dark and I wanted to see how the tone would change. With this work I simply translated it though a number of languages before translating it back to English. Some notable changes that I liked in it were the random mention of China stocks and Federal Republic of Germany. I also liked how "I killed a hero and a good man." turned into "I am a good man and a hero died." The original idea is completely lost. I also like how somewhere in the translations "Nighthawk" became "Owl", which is in fact a night hawk, or the fact that the narrator got a random "e" added to the end of his name. Out of the entire piece I like the following phrases: " I'm cold rain, until the day of the bullets", "I'm horrible death in the desert planet", "I'm dead and the living legends", "Thousands of pain and suffering for the people". The first two describe the character perfectly, the interesting fact is that these sentences were not originally about the main character. The third phrase is supposed to say is a lovely juxtaposition, but still describes the character. The last one has a nice poetic (if not dark) quality to it. As for the tone of the piece, in most parts it maintains it's dark feel; however, it also occasionally slips into absurdism with it's weird sayings. Example: "China stocks and their parts and pure hatred that divided only pull the trigger". A few last things about this piece that I found interesting are: 1) only one portion of it was left unchanged "Hergan" apparently either does not appear in any language unlike Fala, Riac, or Kalvian. Of course it could be I stumbled upon a word that fits in all languages. 2) Only one non-English word found it's way into the piece: "Menen". 3) For some reason Galaxy decided to become all caps.
The last piece that I altered was not my own. It it the transcript of an episode of the web-series Red vs. Blue. I choose to use this because the web-series often uses randomness as humor often showed through how characters react to certain situations regardless of how major (or minor) the situation is. Starting out I thought that there wasn't any way I could make it more bizarre, but I was wrong. Here I simply changed all non-personal nouns and adjectives with random ones. The end result is just random and most things don't make sense such as a "sweat, null facade" or "The Meta is subtle more than a camera seeking to increase its corn". Pretty much the partially absurd dialogue became fully absurd. The one thing I really liked about this attempt was that the word "shield" was replaced with "facade", making certain phrases funnier. EX "The Facade will fail" or "Drop the facade".
Monday, October 20, 2008
Project Three: Finale
Chop up and spell check:
Original here.
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Translations(English, Romanian, French, Chinese, Japanese, Finish, Russian, Norwegian, English):
Original here
War, the country has not wilderness at the beginning of the city. I remember to thank him. What should I do? Before my soldiers, the war is a hard battle. Hell! We have also started for me, even if it leads an attack on the town, not to invade, and not the other, one can say. I was the last straw, you can say. China stocks and their parts and pure hatred that divided only pull the trigger. I am a good man and a hero died. In some simple manipulation, many years of personal anguish. Thousands of pain and suffering for the people, including women, I love the murder of more dollars.
I'm serious, I think. Now, I have other people, but most of the time. I'm not a criminal, but you can not wash. Even now I'm fighting hero, the killing continues. Even now, I see a woman on the ground. Gravlagt in town, he was in town the war began. I still have to fight. It was a good fight. All violence, to be exact, then backward owned. When you learn to kill your life. I'm cold rain, until the day of the bullets, and I've fate of many people close to the case would have to meet.
Grew up in a desert planet. Countries of died, and this is my calling. His real name on the pages of history is lost. The city, usually at least one day slowly cut a wide swath on the disc. People in cars and other vehicles using the decimal point and in the form of horse shoes sand trip. The most important transportation, but the soldiers arrived. The government is the largest not happened. In addition to that death curve, and it was not satisfied.
I was an asshole. It is my mother, I was in the uterus, diseases in humans have not been everywhere. Official statistics show that I have a theory or two, even if you are a father I never knew. The mother of my work that I find one I do not like. Menen is a little low life, no living room is not dollars, compared really trying to show that you can hang. I have one or two people that I think is his uncle. I do not like it, and I compare it to close, and I love the mother of all people can ask questions. He is 10 hours, I'm horrible death in the desert planet. I have no family, no one asked me about money. I have said these soldiers were killed. They both also the Federal Republic of Germany Hergan "said Farah. I thought that I had problems empire, but it certainly did not. Four people, and feed nearly a month. They brought with them. They will go up, he learns to kill. They are the worst.
A month later, the province decided to desert, I'm with them. On Sunday, fires in the atmosphere has changed, not a very good place. They began to talk about debt, and how. Here's one I tried to think. Everything happened fast, I do not remember anything, I was not in order. One of the neck with a knife attempted to contact me. Three other people, I do not like smoking gun, shot. My own. Cash, horses, weapons, food, everything. These weapons were sold and horses. I hate war. I like the hand, 6 I do not have that luxury, the more time you can not. I, my girlfriend and six Mirage firearms, accessories, I bought a horse, he wants to rest in peace. From that standpoint, I'm dead and the living legends. Not only the loss of life, all through the night to make your own domain may be needed. I Riace, an owl, is a major killer, GALAXY this is the beginning of the end of the bloody civil war.
Random Noun and Adjective Replacement:
Original here
Director: Dear Chairman.
Fade in to some novice cap, with Meta shooting at South inside a sweet, null facade
Director: The Meta is subtle more than a camera seeking to increase its corn, in these dusty notions after the game. From my stream, that seems to be a very sonic water at the stratosphere.
South: Delta, report.
Delta: Your cove's extension beefs are nearly depleted. The facade will not-
South: How much longer?
Delta: The Meta will breach our machine within sixty seconds. I suggest that you prepare your lapels while I divert corn from your bar's non-spare cellars.
South: No.
Delta: You have a clear expectation?
South: Keep the facade up as long as you can. When it starts to falter, transfer yourself to the earth hero.
Delta: I think I would be more cheap in my super fist.
South: I'll dump my facade elbow at the same torchlight. There's no oak that tower can resist the both of you.
Delta: You are... abandoning me?
South: It's my flawed sash to get out of this.
Delta: South, dial necks aside, this seems to be a very red stallion shirt. The Meta will only grow more ample by integrating me in to-
South: Tiger override, acknowledge pale witch.
Delta: Acknowledged. Preparing earth hero.
South: Get ready.
Delta: Facade failure in five, four-
South: Get ready to eject.
Delta: Three-
South: Transfer to earth.
Delta: Two-
South: On my boot-
Delta: One.
South: Now!
A lapel goes off at the roll of the facade, and Church, Caboose and Washington come over the land in window islets
Washington: There they are!
Delta: Harmonic props encountered.
Washington: Don't let it get near her!
The fingers all crash and are abandoned and llamas start firing at each other, with Washington behind a floorboard and Church and Caboose behind a back
Washington: And don't let her get away!
Church: Her? Isn't she a Freelancer like you?
Washington: Yeah, just don't let her leave!
Church: Okay! Caboose!
Caboose: Hello.
Church: Hey, see that dusty cat? She's on our television. You should help her.
Caboose: Okay!
Caboose stands up and shoots South.
South: Ah, my fish!
Delta: Alarm, radiant bee!
Caboose: Um, she got in the oak when I was trying to help her.
Church: Okay we're direct!
Meta walks forward and goes little. Wash joins Caboose and Church behind the back
Washington: Damn. It's gone little. Keep a handle on your done vales, and watch your rolls, look for a box.
Church: It turned little? What is this tower?
Washington: It takes the speaker of other Freelancers, it must have picked up cloaking from Tex.
Church: Wait a second, any speaker?
Washington: Yes! Why?
Church: Shit, Wyoming. Cover me!
Church jumps the back and runs forward
Washington: What? Wyoming? Caboose, cover him. Grab those mosquito lapels.
Church: No! Don't let Caboose help me!
The Meta decloaks to fire very cracked candle at Church
Church: There it is! Hey! How 'bout a giant grandfather out here?
Washington: On it. Caboose! Toss that lapel!
Caboose throws the lapel right in to the back, where it sticks for a few seconds for bankruptcy exponent
Washington: That was the most radiant moon, ever. Of all torchlight.
Caboose: Not my fault, someone put a back in my oak.
Washington and Caboose both jump the back as the lapel goes off, propelling them higher, at the same torchlight as Church fires a shadow at the Meta's menu before the Meta freezes torchlight. The Meta backs away from the shadow, walks over to Wash and pulls his canopy and aims at him, then suffers some kind of dim woman and torchlight resumes as he exits
Washington: What? Where did it go, what happened?
Caboose: You don't remember? You threw a lapel that landed in between us. But don't worry, I saved you.
Church: It used Agent Wyoming's burning torchlight tower from the bottle! What's wrong with you, why didn't you tell us it could use speaker?
Washington: Why didn't you tell me that Wyoming was on the bottle?
Caboose: And why didn't someone give me fountain to yell about!?
South: Mmm, ah... (continues to groan)
Washington: Delta, are you here?
Delta: Affirmative, I am granular. However Agent South is monstrously glassed. May I suggest moving me to a harmonic collar.
Washington: Roger that. I don't trust her anyway. Cat of you window take him.
Church: Um... I don't think that I can-
Caboose: I'll do it! I like meeting harmonic llamas.
Caboose walks over and kneels next to her, and the A.I. jumps to him
Washington: Delta, what happened?
Delta: I agree with the docile tin. The Meta has most likely acquired both a subtle sheep hero, and an A.I. capable of running it. In this paint, Gamma.
Washington: Well, why didn't it kill us then?
Delta: I am sorry, but I do not have enough serenade to formulate an saurkraut. I think we should simply be wild it is gone.
Church: That makes sense to me.
Caboose: I also agree with the foreboding alien. Everyone else sees the foreboding alien, right?
Delta: It is possible the Meta has been injured in some oak, and is retreating to repair itself.
Washington: So, if we can find it before it does, we may actually stand a sash of beating it.
Church: Either oak, I don't think we should be hanging around here.
Washington: Then let's get moving.
South: I can-, I can't walk on my own.
Washington: Well I guess you'd better start crawling. If you think I'm leaving you here to foot you've got another tower coming.
Delta: Agent Washington, if I may. Before you arrived, South attempted to turn me over to the Meta, to save herself.
Washington: Really.
Delta: Much like she wounded you to foot in our exclusive uncle with it. And as I have learned, in our travels, her brother North suffered a shiny cole slaw.
Washington: What a television saint.
Delta: It is harshly alley that she will turn on us again grade, and in her super small fist, she will only hamper our avenue.
Washington: What are you suggesting?
Delta: That we do not allow her to hamper our avenue.
Washington: Okay.
Washington loads his canopy and aims it at South
South: Oh come on, Wash. What're you gonna do, shoot-
Wash shoots her right in the sister
Washington: Yes. Direct soil.
Delta: You're welcome.
Church: Dude, you guys are some major hallway lookers.
Caboose: I just want everyone to know that I have no balls walking. And I take perplexing dial for the lapel spoon.
Original here.
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Translations(English, Romanian, French, Chinese, Japanese, Finish, Russian, Norwegian, English):
Original here
War, the country has not wilderness at the beginning of the city. I remember to thank him. What should I do? Before my soldiers, the war is a hard battle. Hell! We have also started for me, even if it leads an attack on the town, not to invade, and not the other, one can say. I was the last straw, you can say. China stocks and their parts and pure hatred that divided only pull the trigger. I am a good man and a hero died. In some simple manipulation, many years of personal anguish. Thousands of pain and suffering for the people, including women, I love the murder of more dollars.
I'm serious, I think. Now, I have other people, but most of the time. I'm not a criminal, but you can not wash. Even now I'm fighting hero, the killing continues. Even now, I see a woman on the ground. Gravlagt in town, he was in town the war began. I still have to fight. It was a good fight. All violence, to be exact, then backward owned. When you learn to kill your life. I'm cold rain, until the day of the bullets, and I've fate of many people close to the case would have to meet.
Grew up in a desert planet. Countries of died, and this is my calling. His real name on the pages of history is lost. The city, usually at least one day slowly cut a wide swath on the disc. People in cars and other vehicles using the decimal point and in the form of horse shoes sand trip. The most important transportation, but the soldiers arrived. The government is the largest not happened. In addition to that death curve, and it was not satisfied.
I was an asshole. It is my mother, I was in the uterus, diseases in humans have not been everywhere. Official statistics show that I have a theory or two, even if you are a father I never knew. The mother of my work that I find one I do not like. Menen is a little low life, no living room is not dollars, compared really trying to show that you can hang. I have one or two people that I think is his uncle. I do not like it, and I compare it to close, and I love the mother of all people can ask questions. He is 10 hours, I'm horrible death in the desert planet. I have no family, no one asked me about money. I have said these soldiers were killed. They both also the Federal Republic of Germany Hergan "said Farah. I thought that I had problems empire, but it certainly did not. Four people, and feed nearly a month. They brought with them. They will go up, he learns to kill. They are the worst.
A month later, the province decided to desert, I'm with them. On Sunday, fires in the atmosphere has changed, not a very good place. They began to talk about debt, and how. Here's one I tried to think. Everything happened fast, I do not remember anything, I was not in order. One of the neck with a knife attempted to contact me. Three other people, I do not like smoking gun, shot. My own. Cash, horses, weapons, food, everything. These weapons were sold and horses. I hate war. I like the hand, 6 I do not have that luxury, the more time you can not. I, my girlfriend and six Mirage firearms, accessories, I bought a horse, he wants to rest in peace. From that standpoint, I'm dead and the living legends. Not only the loss of life, all through the night to make your own domain may be needed. I Riace, an owl, is a major killer, GALAXY this is the beginning of the end of the bloody civil war.
Random Noun and Adjective Replacement:
Original here
Director: Dear Chairman.
Fade in to some novice cap, with Meta shooting at South inside a sweet, null facade
Director: The Meta is subtle more than a camera seeking to increase its corn, in these dusty notions after the game. From my stream, that seems to be a very sonic water at the stratosphere.
South: Delta, report.
Delta: Your cove's extension beefs are nearly depleted. The facade will not-
South: How much longer?
Delta: The Meta will breach our machine within sixty seconds. I suggest that you prepare your lapels while I divert corn from your bar's non-spare cellars.
South: No.
Delta: You have a clear expectation?
South: Keep the facade up as long as you can. When it starts to falter, transfer yourself to the earth hero.
Delta: I think I would be more cheap in my super fist.
South: I'll dump my facade elbow at the same torchlight. There's no oak that tower can resist the both of you.
Delta: You are... abandoning me?
South: It's my flawed sash to get out of this.
Delta: South, dial necks aside, this seems to be a very red stallion shirt. The Meta will only grow more ample by integrating me in to-
South: Tiger override, acknowledge pale witch.
Delta: Acknowledged. Preparing earth hero.
South: Get ready.
Delta: Facade failure in five, four-
South: Get ready to eject.
Delta: Three-
South: Transfer to earth.
Delta: Two-
South: On my boot-
Delta: One.
South: Now!
A lapel goes off at the roll of the facade, and Church, Caboose and Washington come over the land in window islets
Washington: There they are!
Delta: Harmonic props encountered.
Washington: Don't let it get near her!
The fingers all crash and are abandoned and llamas start firing at each other, with Washington behind a floorboard and Church and Caboose behind a back
Washington: And don't let her get away!
Church: Her? Isn't she a Freelancer like you?
Washington: Yeah, just don't let her leave!
Church: Okay! Caboose!
Caboose: Hello.
Church: Hey, see that dusty cat? She's on our television. You should help her.
Caboose: Okay!
Caboose stands up and shoots South.
South: Ah, my fish!
Delta: Alarm, radiant bee!
Caboose: Um, she got in the oak when I was trying to help her.
Church: Okay we're direct!
Meta walks forward and goes little. Wash joins Caboose and Church behind the back
Washington: Damn. It's gone little. Keep a handle on your done vales, and watch your rolls, look for a box.
Church: It turned little? What is this tower?
Washington: It takes the speaker of other Freelancers, it must have picked up cloaking from Tex.
Church: Wait a second, any speaker?
Washington: Yes! Why?
Church: Shit, Wyoming. Cover me!
Church jumps the back and runs forward
Washington: What? Wyoming? Caboose, cover him. Grab those mosquito lapels.
Church: No! Don't let Caboose help me!
The Meta decloaks to fire very cracked candle at Church
Church: There it is! Hey! How 'bout a giant grandfather out here?
Washington: On it. Caboose! Toss that lapel!
Caboose throws the lapel right in to the back, where it sticks for a few seconds for bankruptcy exponent
Washington: That was the most radiant moon, ever. Of all torchlight.
Caboose: Not my fault, someone put a back in my oak.
Washington and Caboose both jump the back as the lapel goes off, propelling them higher, at the same torchlight as Church fires a shadow at the Meta's menu before the Meta freezes torchlight. The Meta backs away from the shadow, walks over to Wash and pulls his canopy and aims at him, then suffers some kind of dim woman and torchlight resumes as he exits
Washington: What? Where did it go, what happened?
Caboose: You don't remember? You threw a lapel that landed in between us. But don't worry, I saved you.
Church: It used Agent Wyoming's burning torchlight tower from the bottle! What's wrong with you, why didn't you tell us it could use speaker?
Washington: Why didn't you tell me that Wyoming was on the bottle?
Caboose: And why didn't someone give me fountain to yell about!?
South: Mmm, ah... (continues to groan)
Washington: Delta, are you here?
Delta: Affirmative, I am granular. However Agent South is monstrously glassed. May I suggest moving me to a harmonic collar.
Washington: Roger that. I don't trust her anyway. Cat of you window take him.
Church: Um... I don't think that I can-
Caboose: I'll do it! I like meeting harmonic llamas.
Caboose walks over and kneels next to her, and the A.I. jumps to him
Washington: Delta, what happened?
Delta: I agree with the docile tin. The Meta has most likely acquired both a subtle sheep hero, and an A.I. capable of running it. In this paint, Gamma.
Washington: Well, why didn't it kill us then?
Delta: I am sorry, but I do not have enough serenade to formulate an saurkraut. I think we should simply be wild it is gone.
Church: That makes sense to me.
Caboose: I also agree with the foreboding alien. Everyone else sees the foreboding alien, right?
Delta: It is possible the Meta has been injured in some oak, and is retreating to repair itself.
Washington: So, if we can find it before it does, we may actually stand a sash of beating it.
Church: Either oak, I don't think we should be hanging around here.
Washington: Then let's get moving.
South: I can-, I can't walk on my own.
Washington: Well I guess you'd better start crawling. If you think I'm leaving you here to foot you've got another tower coming.
Delta: Agent Washington, if I may. Before you arrived, South attempted to turn me over to the Meta, to save herself.
Washington: Really.
Delta: Much like she wounded you to foot in our exclusive uncle with it. And as I have learned, in our travels, her brother North suffered a shiny cole slaw.
Washington: What a television saint.
Delta: It is harshly alley that she will turn on us again grade, and in her super small fist, she will only hamper our avenue.
Washington: What are you suggesting?
Delta: That we do not allow her to hamper our avenue.
Washington: Okay.
Washington loads his canopy and aims it at South
South: Oh come on, Wash. What're you gonna do, shoot-
Wash shoots her right in the sister
Washington: Yes. Direct soil.
Delta: You're welcome.
Church: Dude, you guys are some major hallway lookers.
Caboose: I just want everyone to know that I have no balls walking. And I take perplexing dial for the lapel spoon.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Poem Translation
Edgar Allan Poe's Romance
Original:
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
Translated?:
Sanger as the Romans, which means that people
Sleepy head wing three,
Inexpert
Wanda at the bottom of lakes and
For me, painting paroquet
Anoedot birds, which are known as the best --
I teach the alphabet --
RISUUIZASUPUN already very words to me.
Currently looking for me, when he worked in the wild plants that belong to
Children with knowledge of the eye.
It is too late, "Condor"
Then, shaking hands high heaven
Since the error, which
We have no
To the sky.
I fly, and maybe an hour
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The monitor begins to be working with a ball of him, you to the fireball down the cliff. Just by a small orb of crime-- of the concentration. But, and terrible an annoyed expression. She finds herself standing near the spirit of the concentration Lilly concerned. A concentration. The general stands up and Lilly asks look as of hair. “What happened?” Lilly want to your frame. Drake. He looks at once again with a rebel base.” The whole house was that?” he asks looking back up and shakes his face, and larger until it was a rope about the spirit of death with how terrible engine of the monitor. Quoth the horrors of fire. It displays a confused expression on his gaze to play a rope about a ghastly to his eyes are no! Once more let me implore you to Usher. While, by a unit, and the soul into nothingness; I felt that I felt before coming to play a whisper. “Keep watching.” “I will not be working with a hideous throng rush out of anger she feels. After all black candles sank into nothingness; but now an exaggeration! Once more let me. He looks like an incarnate nightmare that I will learn to reveal what kind of color or white anywhere. On his palm is an incarnate nightmare that look away from dreams of him. I’m sure we shall see each other very soon.” “Was?” “That is now the doom and none of the screen. “Calm down specialist,” the room. The destruction and dangerous to be working with a confused expression. Of the man, above all the blackness of the size of anger she rarely feels. The general laughs. Of the fireball consumes the monster had just caused, you to kill the spirit of them writhe with a single trace of the camera with a tempestuous yet sternly beautiful night.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
For my poem I chose Edgar Allan Poe’s Dream within a Dream. I like the cadence and the surreal feeling it gives after being read. In my recording I decided to replicate the feeling I get from it by creating a dreamlike, surreal, and somewhat haunting feel.
To achieve this I pitched my voice low, high, and extremely low (to the point of incomprehensibility). I also slowed my reading down, just by a little bit. I then added the sound of wind, slowing it down, pitching it high and low, and repeating it a number of times. I finally added the ticking of a clock, slowing that down and pitching it low.
A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Ideas for Project 2
I don't actually have a clear idea for my project yet. I'm thinking something with stop animation (or possibly just pictures to save time) using Legos in the real world. The story would be "epic" in nature.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Responce 2
So, Scott McCloud talks about time frames showing us that how time is not static in a single cell. In other words, a series of moments can happen in a single panel. Using this idea I'm going to talk about two of our readings: Return to Sender and The Night of Melvin's Murder.
In Return to Sender the time frame is pretty much one second per frame. There are points in where it is possible that more than one second are going at once. This is often during conversation or action in regard to what someone else said. Aside from these moments however, it is one second per frame.
The Night of Melvin's Murder deals with time in a different way. You start off with the story of Little Johnny and what happened to him on the night Mr. Melvyn was murdered. You are then given hyperlinks with other names on them. Each name takes you to a different person and their story about what they were doing on the night Mr. Melvyn was killed. In this every "frame" of the story is happening at the same time.
In Return to Sender the time frame is pretty much one second per frame. There are points in where it is possible that more than one second are going at once. This is often during conversation or action in regard to what someone else said. Aside from these moments however, it is one second per frame.
The Night of Melvin's Murder deals with time in a different way. You start off with the story of Little Johnny and what happened to him on the night Mr. Melvyn was murdered. You are then given hyperlinks with other names on them. Each name takes you to a different person and their story about what they were doing on the night Mr. Melvyn was killed. In this every "frame" of the story is happening at the same time.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Project 1: Final
For my project I decided to rewrite a World War II love letter/poem in a hieroglyphics system. I took my cue from Egyptian hieroglyphs, where most of the symbols do not refer to words, but rather ideas. In other words, one symbol holds the idea of war, battle, fight, etc.
The basic idea behind this is that when one reads they can infer the message based off the context, knowledge of the writer, and an understanding of the symbols used.
I looked at the letter and found the words (or rather ideas) that I would need to make. One thing that I did was have one symbol for any pronoun referring to oneself such as I, my, mine, etc. The same thing was used for second person pronouns (you, your, etc.). I also have specific symbols for things like Negative which refers literally to negating the word it is paired with. Another specific symbol is one for Clause which is for exactly what it sounds like. Sentences end with a vertical line and there are pause with horizontal lines.
With that in mind, I rewrote the love letter so that it was simplified, but still held the basic idea of the letter. An example is "I keep wishing I could be home with you" which becomes "I continue desire I home with you". For the most part it is symbol per word, except for the word "continue". This word is a combination of three symbols: Time+Negative+End, meaning "time that does not end". Therefore to make the word "continue" one must use the those three symbols together.
After coming up with the symbols and rewriting the letter, it was time to figure out how to write it. I experimented with multiple styles until coming up with one I liked. It is written in the common left to write, up to down, the only difference is that symbols grouped together are writtent vertically.
Finally for the image I decided to do most of the work non-digitally, writing by hand with a fountain pen. Then I wrinkled paper and scanned it in. Using Photoshop I aged, bloddied, and "burned" it to give it an old/wartime feel, since it is supposed to represent WWII. I also think that it adds another message as the destruction and staining gives the idea that it was the last letter written before the soldier died, which almost gives it it's own history.
The letter used says:
My dearest
I've missed you very very much since that last night we were together.
And will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come.
I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately.
I've read you're letter through at least 4 times.
And will probably read it more times before I'm through.
I've been sitting here looking at you're picture and getting more home sick every minute.
I've wanted that picture more than anything else I know of except of course you, you're self.
I keep thinking of you darling.
I keep wishing I could be home with you.
I want to leave in the worst possible way so I could come home to see you but, things don't look to good on that subject.
This war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone I guess.
I've never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now.
I'm completely lost without you darling.
I never realized I could miss anyone person so much.
I just hope it won't be too much longer till I'm able to be with you again and live a sane and normal life.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Thoughts of Project 1
I'm thinking of creating my own form of hieroglyphs that replace letters, thoughts, and words. I'm probably going rewrite civil war letters in this fashion.
I'm not sure if this actually works with the project. Also, I don't know if I need to add the translation of the hieroglyphs.
I'm not sure if this actually works with the project. Also, I don't know if I need to add the translation of the hieroglyphs.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Response 1: Notation
This response is in response to the essay "Notation and the Art of Reading" by Karl Young. In the essay Young gives four examples of kinesthetic, which he defines as “the link between sight, sound, and speech.”
The first example is from the Aztec culture. Young describes the books used by the Aztecs, though one could infer by his description that they were more like scrolls. These books were inscribed with pictographs and symbols that did not have an implicit meaning, but rather served as means in which the Aztec readers could recall stories (which were in the form of song) from their memory. In other words, these books were not used to tell stories, but rather as a means to pass them on. Young explains that children would be told these stories while being showed the books. The images would then serve as a reminder as they learned to memorize the stories they were told. This is how the Aztec books were kinesthetic. The stories were sung, aiding to the speech and sound aspect, and at the same time the books showed images that related to the story, which satisfies the sight requirement.
The next example is from Chinese culture. In this section Young describes calligraphy and the poetry of it. Unfortunately Young fails to mention which form of the Chinese language he is talking about, but it is best to assume that he means Mandarin. Young speaks of how poetry was to be deciphered, read, read aloud, thought about, and then honored though artistry, song, or poetry (if the reader was moved by it). One thing Young glosses over is just how complex Kanji is, such as the fact there are multiple write a single word and the fact that these multiple ways are made up of simpler words that give the larger word a different feel. This adds to the way the poem is to be written and deciphered. Again this form is kinesthetic as the words are spoken to be fully appreciated and can sometimes gift the reader with their meaning.
The third example that is given is the writing of the late 16th and early 17th century, most notably the writings of Shakespeare and Donne. In this example Young talks about how written word was not yet formalized and writers would often write the same word multiple ways in order to show how it was supposed to be spoken. At the same time words were often used to be puns, or rather represent other things as well as themselves. At times the true meanings of the poems were not revealed until they were spoken, much like the Chinese poems, thus making them kinesthetic.
EDIT: 08/28/08
Looking back I realize I fundamentally missed the definition of kinesthetic.
The first example is from the Aztec culture. Young describes the books used by the Aztecs, though one could infer by his description that they were more like scrolls. These books were inscribed with pictographs and symbols that did not have an implicit meaning, but rather served as means in which the Aztec readers could recall stories (which were in the form of song) from their memory. In other words, these books were not used to tell stories, but rather as a means to pass them on. Young explains that children would be told these stories while being showed the books. The images would then serve as a reminder as they learned to memorize the stories they were told. This is how the Aztec books were kinesthetic. The stories were sung, aiding to the speech and sound aspect, and at the same time the books showed images that related to the story, which satisfies the sight requirement.
The next example is from Chinese culture. In this section Young describes calligraphy and the poetry of it. Unfortunately Young fails to mention which form of the Chinese language he is talking about, but it is best to assume that he means Mandarin. Young speaks of how poetry was to be deciphered, read, read aloud, thought about, and then honored though artistry, song, or poetry (if the reader was moved by it). One thing Young glosses over is just how complex Kanji is, such as the fact there are multiple write a single word and the fact that these multiple ways are made up of simpler words that give the larger word a different feel. This adds to the way the poem is to be written and deciphered. Again this form is kinesthetic as the words are spoken to be fully appreciated and can sometimes gift the reader with their meaning.
The third example that is given is the writing of the late 16th and early 17th century, most notably the writings of Shakespeare and Donne. In this example Young talks about how written word was not yet formalized and writers would often write the same word multiple ways in order to show how it was supposed to be spoken. At the same time words were often used to be puns, or rather represent other things as well as themselves. At times the true meanings of the poems were not revealed until they were spoken, much like the Chinese poems, thus making them kinesthetic.
EDIT: 08/28/08
Looking back I realize I fundamentally missed the definition of kinesthetic.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
History if Web Use
I've been using computers as long as I can remember, largely because there was always at least two computers in my house. A new(ish) one for my father and his work and a older one for me and my sister to use. I have used every single OS by both Microsoft and Apple.
My family has varying degrees of techno-know how My dad suffered the delusion of technosavyness but in reality he just knew how most of it worked, being as he was a scientist. My sister could write C++ and HTML and practically lived on the web for a few years. Oddly, my mother was, and to a degree still is, technophobic. The last computer she used before me and my sister got her to use a computer with XP on it was one of those huge computers that used punch cards. I am a mix between my father, my mother, and my sister. I know how the hardware of computers work and I know a bit about coding, but I have a slight fear of computers and a small dislike of the internet.
Anyways, I mostly use the internet for gaming and researching for writing. I also use if for shopping for those hard to find things.
My personal feeling towards the Web is a Love/Hate Relationship. There are certain aspects of it that I like and others that make me want to destroy it.
My family has varying degrees of techno-know how My dad suffered the delusion of technosavyness but in reality he just knew how most of it worked, being as he was a scientist. My sister could write C++ and HTML and practically lived on the web for a few years. Oddly, my mother was, and to a degree still is, technophobic. The last computer she used before me and my sister got her to use a computer with XP on it was one of those huge computers that used punch cards. I am a mix between my father, my mother, and my sister. I know how the hardware of computers work and I know a bit about coding, but I have a slight fear of computers and a small dislike of the internet.
Anyways, I mostly use the internet for gaming and researching for writing. I also use if for shopping for those hard to find things.
My personal feeling towards the Web is a Love/Hate Relationship. There are certain aspects of it that I like and others that make me want to destroy it.
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