Thursday, July 31, 2008
King Phillip
Day 9: Michael
Day 9: Chris
"Excuse me, can I have a deposit slip?"
My favorite website would have to be mlb website. The MLB website is a sports website for those who dont know that.the Mlb website has to do with baseball thats what MLB stands for. Major Leauge Baseball it talks about every team in baseball from national league to american league. The reason i like this website is because it talks about the highlights of the games. incase i dont have time to see the game i could just check what happened,who scored and everything else.another reason why i like this website would be because if my tv aint workin or something i can alwasy wacth the game on the computer,no its not free. in order to wacth the game yes you have to be a member but sometimes they have free games in which you can wacth it for free. My other reason would be beacaue you can merobilia from every team not just one specific one like if you like other teams also.
My favorite website www.mlb.com
Lady G
sub pop
Since the begining of this label its been more DIY then some of the bigger labels out there and because of this there artists have alot more control and say in aspects bigger artists do not.
Ryan Reed
Kendall
William's fav website
Ryann: Deviant Art!
My Favourite Website: www.deviantart.com
Deviant Art is just a website where local "low key" artists can share their stuff. A bunch of my friends and I have one and you can see things from pretty much all over[the world]. you can meet people comment on their pictures. and criticism is always very welcome. (what artist doesn't want to make their stuff better?)
Everyonce and a while though you always get that jerk that likes to start a fight with you over the internet about how your stuff sucks. No matter what website you go to you can never stop that, and those people are just dumb. They've tried to fight with me all the time =)
Its just a lot of fun to get a bunch of different opinions on what your art and what not looks like. It's not censored or anything so you can put anything on there. I can't really think of anything else to say why i like this website other then it's a lot of fun.
http://youretrocareermelted.deviantart.com/ -Check mine out if you want and make your own!
mines not all that great though, I haven't updated it in a long time. just ignore the crap =)
Day 8: Danielle
We write blogs for Bridge, check e-mails like a crazy person and are on MySpace (or Facebook) every free second. We are all a part of an internet culture. For this assignment, I would like for each of you to show each of us where you like to go on the internet.
Please do the following:
1. Create a new blog post in which you tell us about this website and why you like it
2. Include a link to the website in the post
3. Include a picture in your post
4. Be appropriate!
There are a few rules. You can't use Google, Yahoo, MySpace or Facebook. These are common links that most of us already know about. Try to choose something that is unique and specific to YOU!
My favorite website: http://www.slate.com
What's your?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Day 8: Ryann
In Stranger then Fiction there is a section that talks about a crew of people that spend a few months, about three, stuck in a sumbarine. Some of the crew members bring things that remind htem of home. One of the "First class" Greg Stone brings a Scooby-Doo pillowcase. He calls it his "Security Blanket" What would you consider your own 'security blanet', if not your 'safe zone'? please explain.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Day 7: Darrion
Day 7: William
Monday, July 28, 2008
Growing up
I am also reading the book Our America. i think that quote is one of the biggest i think because it represents how badly they live. I actualy had a normal child hood i was never forced to grow up quickly. I do remember living in a bad neighborhood but not as bad as Lealan and Lolyd's. I didnt know about drugs or sex or any of those things when i was a child like those kids in his school in the lower grades. but i do remember i was growing up to fast at my age i was just 13 and i started experiencing everything theses kidas are goin threw. I used to hangout wit the wrong crowd and well i was involved in a bad group wich you know wat it is and i was just a dum kid who didnt care bout otin or no one. I dont blame my family i blame myself because i wanted to grow up quickly i was not forced and it was also cuz of my neighborhood it was all me. I actualy look up to these kids because they havent gone threw the wrong path they know what they want and there no trying to get involved in anything. I allways wish i could go back and change my past change evrything. i would like to have a been a better person well i dont think i even called myself a human back then i was just a nobody thats how i see that part of life. Now that i am actualy grown up i think about kids whp are goin threw the same thing i went threw and i wish i could help them but everyone makes their own choice in life its there decision.
David Gerhard
Day 6: Kendall
- Stranger Than Fiction
These words are echoed throughout one specific chapter in my book. It makes you wonder, if we as individuals, have enough time to accomplish all those goals that we have in life. One group of characters in my book has only seven minutes to possibly catch their life dream. But is that really enough time? Are the characters in your book given a great amount of time before the bell finally rings or do they have to make do with the time that is given? Do you feel that you’re given enough time to complete the task in your life? If not, what do you plan to do to make it happen sooner?
Day 6: Jenelle
Broken Home (Kendall)
Response (ryann)
I really don’t know how to fully respond to this, I mean, I didn’t grow up to fast. But I reached a point where it was just kind of like, holy shit, I have to start taking care of myself.
mike
William Colter V
Darrion West
Answering Phils Q.....
Ryan Reed
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Day 5: King Phillip
In Our America, LeAlan and Lloyd was called to grow up quick by the streets and the neighborhood they lived in. A quote that comes from chapter two says. "Cause if you play childish games in the ghetto, you're gonna find a childish bullet in your childrish brain". Meaning that they had to grow up even if they didnt want to. They were forced to grow up by society. They knew about sex, different kinds of drugs, and crackheads. Me personally I really havent had to be forced to grow up. Either it was you grew up or something happened that made you grow up.
Have you ever been forced to grow up? If so, why and how? As a child i was exposed to the "ghetto" or things that LeAlan and Lloyd had experienced but not at the age they experienced it.
***Added by Danielle***
For today, instead of commenting, I would like for you to each create your own blog post. So, you will need to click "New Post," answer the questions Phillip asks of you and then add a visual element (either a video or a photograph). Try to respond in at least 250 words.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Day 4: Deanna
Day 4: David
"People would examine there lives but only in terms of movie and paperback potential. Where a story no longer follows as the result of an experience. Now the experience happens in order to generate a story."
Look at the author for this question instead of the story itself. What connection do you feel the author has to the events and situations there portraying in their books. Where are there motives coming from? A specific question you could ask would be; does my author include the stories and facts to indirectly force a message, or is he/she just observing, and for the most part letting you forge your own opinions?
When you sit down to create art of any kind, do you feel it’s easier to specifically use things that have happened in your life? Or does it come easer to force a feeling or make an event up to convey the message you want?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The Last American Man Discussion
Our America Discussion
Stranger Than Fiction Discussion
Day 3: Darrion
Monday, July 21, 2008
Day 2: Aaron
Darrion west
Deanna
michael
Jenelle V
David
choose your own adventure
William V
Human Condition
What Happened to humanity; some say it drowned in our insanity.
Blind Vengeance, causes us to kill our kin to commit righteous men's sin. Have we made war far more important then peace? We listen to the lies, even when surrounded by the truth we've lost our eyes and given away our tongues. The patriot act, a true act of treason in a country that will do anything for any reason, especially when the reason will be pleasing our pocket books. If Jesus walked this earth tomorrow, would we crucify him again just to hide from our sorrow, our sin? The din of a gun's blaze that graces my ears in the form of a voice, the voice of a man who stands to say mission accomplished.
Fuck him Okay
Today is not the day for me to listen to you pray. My cousin fought your war and now his right arm lies next to his left, as he lie in a pool of his own blood. So I stand and say fuck America tomorrow and today, if we were the country of the people so wonderful and free then you would listen to me and the so many others alike. The others that feed peace, a brave beast. See he drinks our tears and eats your false fears. And I'm no longer afraid to say the white house is full of boys who feel like men when the drop bombs on children. While billons are spent on killing, almost none is spent on dealing with homelessness. The 50 stars of the flag ablaze is all I desire. Higher then the lies is the truth. I've seen the other side I've watched children hide as men with guns walk their streets. And if they so much as speak the wrong language their tombstones will no longer be nameless. How much longer will we let September 11th control our lives.
What happened to our humanity? I say it was shot, raped then set a fire by our insanity.
How can it be that we are too blind to see killing isn't the way? As I fall to my knees to pray to a God I hope is listening. I pray for the only thing humans lack,
common sense.
Ryann Figura
Jose
Kendall
My minds struggle
Ryan
King Phillip
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Aaron
Through my '93 freshman and 95' junior years, I attended Herbert Hoover High School. Needless to say, my being a die hard anti-racist punk kid with pink hair and baggy clothes didn't wash well with most students and staff alike. Feeling the threat of a fight was a daily occurrence. A fight was too often a weekly one, and I was suspended and nearly expelled for myriad shit more times than I care to remember.
What I can never forget is the exact spot where Hoover lies on the banks of the Elk River near the fringes of Clendenin -- a town that, according to the year 2000 census had a population of exactly 1, 116 folks. Now, if you follow the Elk ten miles downstream, you'll pass under the Elkview Bridge, which is just down the road a piece from the three-stored, blue vinyl house my Dad, Uncle, and Grandfathers, some twenty years ago, had huge hands in building. After spending the first eight or so years in a little red brick house on the Elk up in Clendenin, I grew up in that blue house near the Elk in Elkview. Follow it for ten more miles downstream, you'd be dumped out the Elk's mouth into the much larger Kanawha River, right in lower-left ventricle of Charleston's slow-thumping heart. So, there it is. For my entire life, I've felt as if I'm the middle point on a twenty mile stretch between the country and the city. Every person in every car headed south that passed me snagged and caught my imagination under its tires. All those tires wore me thinner and thinner like a hobo's boot heel.
All this is to say, I can explain my wish to escape maybe through the following notion. Ok, I quoted 1, 116 people in Clendenin, right. According to the 2000 census, Charleston had a city population of 53, 421 with a metro area population of 303, 950. 53, 421 divided by 1, 116 equals 47.9. This equation can act as a ratio for how I felt then about my potential as a worker/artist. So, let's agree on like 49:1. I guess I always felt like, maybe if I can get the hell out of Elkview, West Virginia, I could maybe be 49 times the worker/artist I would be if I got stuck on Elk River, forever. I just felt doomed.
But, I do have love for Elk River -- my Elk River -- even with all its faults (akin to Danielle, and maybe even to what LeAlan and Lloyd express about "the Ida Bees" in Our America). Similar to Danielle's quoting of Hugo, I had to leave Elk River to understand my ambivalence for my place of birth. Since, I've managed to learn some cool facts about West Virginia: we were home to hardcore Abolitionists like John Brown, and throughout the 1900s West Virginia coal miners and labor organizers continually fought the United States Army and ruthless mine guards over issues of mine safety and fair hourly wages. And they won! As I come from a long line of coal miners, facts like these tend to make me feel a deep, though conflicted, sense of pride.
I left Herbert Hoover the first month of my senior year, and I graduated from Hurricane High School in 1996 (pronounced "Her-uh-cun" down in southern West Virginia). After Hurricane, I spent three semesters at a community college outside of Charleston, but mostly I just skateboarded, went to punk/hardcore shows with my friends all over the east coast, worked as a janitor on a few occasions and an Emergency Room Registration Clerk, got tattooed a bunch, lived in my parents' house, and spent a ton of time having no fucking clue what I wanted to do with my life other than not live on Elk River and be a janitor, forever. So, a few days after my nineteenth birthday, I moved to Morgantown, WV on the banks of the Monongahela River, 142 miles north of Elkview and my Elk River. From fall 1998 to the end of fall 2001, I was enrolled at West Virginia University (WVU), and I worked some while I studied and finished a double Bachelor's in Journalism and Sociology. While there, some friends and I started a non-profit, Positive-Youth Foundation based in Greencastle, PA, with the aims to teach and support kids nationwide as they hurdled all the obstacles and frustrations they encountered while organizing against bigotry in their own communities and schools. That meant I spent all my free time outside of school traveling two hours over Interstate 68 to Greencastle to work in our warehouse and tour to promote our cause/non-profit with bands like Green Day, Rancid, AFI, No Doubt, Hot Water Music, Blink 182, Alkaline Trio, Bad Religion, many others, and at numerous festivals and festival-style tours, like Vans Warped Tour. I also spoke in front of meetings and gatherings as diverse as the Washington State Women Voters' Caucus and the North American Anarchist Gathering. Through our non-profit work, I traveled through every province of Canada and every state in the USA but Hawaii and North Dakota. I lived and/or spent tons of busy days and rawkus nights in big cities like LA, Seattle, Portland, DC, Baltimore, Philly, and the boroughs of Manhattan and Brooklyn. I always liked Chicago the most though. At times, the memories are near suffocating. And, after all this so-called "living," I was worried. I found myself still a touch lost, even though I was off Elk River.
All these ramblings still leave the following unanswered though: am I forty nine times the person I would be if I'd remained on Elk River? Frankly, I hope so, but I don't know. Though, I can tell you, I've started pondering a new ratio for my possible potential. Chicago's city population of 3 million divided by Clendenin's 1, 116 equals 2,688.2. So, that's a ratio of 2,688:1, which is a big number really.
Well, if you made it this far, thanks for reading all of this. If you skipped down to here from somewhere even in the middle, can't say I blame you. Regardless, I'm excited to get to know all of you. I'm here if you need anything. THANKS to Danielle's post for provoking all this writing!
Danielle
Richard Hugo has a quote that goes something like, "the poem is always in the hometown, but you never find it until you go somewhere else". If there is one sentence that can sum up my whole life, that would be it.
Although I was born in Pittsburgh, PA, and love to bring that up when people try to charge me with being a native Southerner, most of my life was spent south of Kentucky. My parents divorced when I was very young. I spent all year in Mississippi or Tennessee with my mom and the summers in Pittsburgh with dad. Every second of my life in the South was spent dreaming about leaving. I hated the people. I hated the accent. I hated having to explain Hanukkah to a bunch of Christian kids.
As soon as I graduated from college, I left Tennessee for Chicago and intended to never look back. In the country, I always looked at things with a city gal's perspective. When I got to Chicago, it became clear that I was looking at everything through a country gal's lens. The first 20-something years of my life were spent trying to escape the fact that I was a Southerner. I suspect the next 20-something years will be spent reconciling that, in fact, is exactly who I am.
Day 1: Danielle
Your first blog assignment is to attempt to let us know, as much as possible, WHO YOU ARE. Try to go beyond telling us all of the short answer information: age, favorite movie, most-loved vacation spot, etc. Each day you'll be writing fully developed thoughts on this blog. Attempt to start that process today.
You must:
-Create your own blog post in which you write a 250 word response that attempts to shine a light on WHO YOU ARE as an individual. Tell us whatever you want to tell us. Be creative. Be original. Be thoughtful.
-The title of the blog should be your first name. Look at my example for guidance.
-Include a photograph that will deepen our understanding of what you are telling us. This may not be a photograph of yourself (though it can be), but rather a photograph that epitomizes, as much as possible, what you are trying to communicate.
Happy posting!