Sunday, September 2, 2012

The problem with Occupy could be easily solved. (I think)


Today, I was (am) reading NPR about the occupy rally in Charlotte, NC. Best statement: "The absence of a clear strategy hindered the Occupy movement for months." Dear god, Occupy, I think I have your solution.

Overall, if you broke out into separate groups of people who would specialize in a certain issue, maybe more changes would start rolling. Right now y'all are just a bunch of people standing around with a million different signs that all point in a million different directions. You know the cartoon that walks up to a sign post and never figures out which way to go? That's what you're doing.

Say, for example, you don't like how women are being treated. How their rights to their bodies are constantly fought over, taken away, given back, rinse and repeat. Get a leader who is well voiced in the problem, promote a group, and specialize in gathering people around and discussing changes to be made to that issue. NOTE: That group will only work on one issue: Women's rights. "The Women's Rights Branch of Occupy."
You want people to focus more on protecting the environment, you say? Again, find that leader who's willing to take on the issue, gather others who'd like to participate in effecting change on the issue, and only specialize in issues dealing with harm to the environment and ways to protect it. "Environmental Protection Branch of Occupy."

I'm not saying members (or even leaders) should be confined to one group. Take on two, three, four groups! But realize that you're going to need a chain of command in the one issue to get anything done with that certain issue. Standing around in a mix group of people who have no sense of direction, no overarching purpose, and thinking "something" is going to come out of that, is the exact wrong way to do anything. Occupy is losing participants, funding, and credibility with the rest of the world, because all we're seeing is people circlejerking around this word: Change. Sorry, but that word is way too arbitrary and superficial to base an entire world (or country, or city) innovation on. Remember how well "change" worked for President Obama? Oh wait, he's actually a huge disappointment. Just like you are becoming, Occupy.

In the 60s there were groups of African Americans working on one thing - more rights for African Americans. Some would educate others to broaden their minds, others would organize sit-ins, bus boycotts and the like, and they had a leader, MLK. Don't believe me? Read a book. Oh, and guess what? The blacks of this country succeeded. No longer are they (openly) segregated, no longer do they have to sit at the back of the bus, and no longer can they (openly) be denied a job. Yes, I realize people still discriminate and target the black community of the United States, but christ, we've come a long way from slavery and lynching, haven't we? And it was all because of the ORGANIZATION of the African American community.

Organize yourselves, Occupy.
Organize, or get the fuck out.


NPR: http://www.npr.org/2012/09/02/160393442/occupy-movement-targets-charlotte-for-resurgence

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Final for Digital Composition..

My response to Colson Whitehead's article about New York. He states that everyone creates their own New York and I respond to the question "What is Digital Composition" by making this video. We all create our own digital composition. We might look at the same things, but it's all different to everyone behind their own screen.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Hey! This computer isn't broken!

Well, I finally got my lovely computer back and powered through my afternoon finishing up my music video. It's so overdue, but I just wouldn't have been satisfied if I hadn't finished it. It was a lot of fun to make.

Decided to gather clips of dubstep concerts and use an orchestral remix of Skrillex songs to make a music video. I love the orchestral piece so much that when I go back and listen to the originals, it just sounds like someone fucked up the violins with dubstep. Skrillex sucks as a dubstep artist... I mean, he's not as bad as Deadmau5, he's definitely worse than Pretty Lights and is certainly no Bassnectar or Glitch Mob, but I fell in love with the orchestral version and when you're in love with a song, what else is there? Ha.

So I'm waiting for this thing to process but, here's my reasoning.

As I mentioned, I heard this song and was like "fuck the original." Usually, I'm not that type of person. I don't even like live versions of songs 95% of the time (but I do love concerts). I heard this and it was just so well done and ... coming from a ballet background, I love violins, violas, cellos, bass. They're all so pretty. But I'm a fanatic for the electronic stuff. Have you ever heard an electric violin?! It's SO cool. I'm into music where they don't sing, but use sound clips as their "lyrics," and yes, I love dubstep. I fucking hate when someone just takes a sawtooth wave and screeches the hell out of it for 3 - 4 minutes, but a well done dubstep song that's actually worth my 3 - 4 minutes, makes me a very happy camper. So, inevitably, I've developed a liking for remixes.. Considering all Pretty Lights does is (in his words) "take soul tracks and make them hot." It's good stuff when the guy actually understands the fundamentals of what makes a good song and is daring enough to change it up.

I think I've digressed. My point here - when you hear a remix, you're hearing the song from another artist's perspective. Think of how fucking many versions of David Bowie's "Changes" there are. Most people don't even know it's Bowie's original. "Yesterday" by the Beatles is the most widely redone song in the entire world (please talk to the Beatles professor for the validity of this statement). Most people either take to or resist remixes because they liked their initial perspective of the song.. or like the new perspective they're presented with. I decided to lay the orchestral version over clips of actual dubstep concerts because the altered perspective it elicits. Seriously, you can't wait to see this video. ;]

Realized I uploaded a shitty resolution so I'm redoing everything. Will post the link ASAP.

Link, yo: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH6qRdN7X1U

-Marisa

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

I've Been Neglecting You, Blogger.

Just watched some of my classmates' projects for this Digital Composition class and I really feel like now I'll have a better handle on where I'm going with my own project.

I watched Ben Williams' concept in 60 and it showed how some people eat and live so lavishly and they don't even realize the poor and decrepit right in the same streets. That was neat. It showed clips back and fourth of each life. I also watched Holly Stark's but I didn't really understand where it was going. At first all I heard were nature sounds over a city which I thought was going to be something along the lines of, "this used to be the nature you're hearing now" but when it flipped to nature, I still heard nature. Maybe I'm just not in her same mindset for this.

Then I decided to take on a music video. The first one was about a dog dying and it was kinda super depressing and since I have my own unlucky history with doggie-deaths, I decided not to watch that video after about 30 seconds. Especially when I had watched someone cry for almost 12 seconds. Soooo.. then I watched Laila Ammar's video featuring the Young the Giant song. Again, wasn't sure where exactly she was going with it because it's hard to understand their lyrics, but when I read her synopsis of it being something about a "transition," I kind of understood it better. Really cool music video though.


Also, I'm not doing my previous idea for the video at all now.

Monday, April 30, 2012

I'm supposed to be doing something here

Goddammit. God... dammit.

I'm going to do the place thing. I'm going to record scenes from my everyday life here in Cincinnati, here in this house I rent and think about what they all mean to me. Going to record my walk to school. Going to (try to) record my bike ride to school. Going to record the concert I'm having at my house. I'm going to....

Wish I could show you North Carolina. By god, I wish I could show you that place. I'd have too much to say about it though.

My home at the present shapes me because I fucking hate it. I can't stand it here even in the slightest but.. I'm trying to make the best of everything. I hold on to the friends I've picked up, I drive myself places.. I held a snake today. That was nice. Caught it and everything. Wish my childhood home was close enough for me to film.

Look, this is my "pitch" I suppose. I don't want to give away the whole premise of this video before I even make it. It's going to be about how the fact that i hate this place makes me who I am right now and all the elements within it that aid.


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

An Apartment for Women

Shitty title. Not sure where I'm going with that.

I want to tie the two readings together. The first by Whitehead describes how places know you better than humans ever will because you're always around them. The unfortunate thing is that they can't talk. I'd love to reminisce with the walls in my childhood home and ask it what my favorite toys were or who my friends were.. I can't remember at this point. Woolf talks about how women need a place of their own to write effectively. Combine these two. If a woman has a place of her own, spends time with the place, talks to the walls in her spare time, holds festivities within its confines, and reflects back on what she's done in that certain space, writing flourishes. She remembers what she said to whom and can use that information to write. Right now, I feel like the place and the experiences that take place around me strongly influence my writing. While sure, I hate where I live and can't wait to get the fuck outta here, knowing that this is where I am and this is where I'm going to be for a little bit longer, develops what I say. My education influences what I say. I feel creative and knowledgeable because I'm a journalism student, but I'm super cynical because sociology points out that everything is a construct of our minds and nothing really exists for a purpose. Ta da, my writing style. This outlook reminds me that at the end of the day no one is really thinking about the fact that I said "fuck" while on the clock at my part time job except for the fact that the social construct around the phonetics that make up the word "fuck" are deemed "bad."

Oh, the places you'll go. I haven't liked a place since my childhood home. We moved when I turned 11 so my brother and I wouldn't have to share a room, and I fucking hated that place. My parents got divorced in that place and after my dad got the hell out, my mom just let the walls around us deteriorate. I think they'd be crying if they could talk. I wrote with a fury when I was younger to get out the anger that I held for the place. I wrote in fictional text-based RPGs but when I realized my writing was very stagnant, I stopped for a while. Then I turned to college and after dicking around my entire freshman year, I started writing again. Hey, what's up?

To answer every question on the prompt, I wasn't really confused by anything I read. But this is certainly my analysis and what combining the two made me think about.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Biking instead of walking.

I walk everywhere. As long as I'm not going more than 5 - 10 miles out of the way, I'm walking. I try to drive as minimally as possible, and usually only get in the vehicle when I'm going to my job in Kenwood or riding down to North Carolina. I drive everywhere in NC and while I'd love to write about a walking trip there.. I'm not there. Living in the city makes walking so much easier, I'm going to walk the shit out of the mountains when I get home.

So, as the warmth of the season has picked up, I decided to bring my bike here to Cincinnati. On a walking day, I'm confident in my ability to get on campus in around 7 - 10 minutes and then into class in 3 - 5 minutes. Well, the bike makes the trip to campus around 4 minutes, then I still walk to where ever the class is simply because the hills and architecture of the place is completely un-biker-friendly. With that said, this bike riding thing was no easy task. While I bragged about the awesome condition my legs are in to anyone who'd listen, I didn't realize that walking legs do not equal biking legs. I had to figure out the route to campus like I'd never done it in my life.

The first morning I biked, I took an entirely wrong way. On a very chilly Monday morning at 9am, I decided to go up a hill around the EPA instead of just cutting through like I would had I been walking. Never, ever realized how steep that hill is. I can walk it and usually be slightly panting when I hit the top.... but with the bike.. I didn't even make it halfway. I have to reiterate: walking legs DO NOT EQUAL biking legs. I learned that quickly. So, I decided to resume my cutting through the EPA parking lot. While, yes, this worked out better, my legs still weren't conditioned and I had to figure out how to get across the street and ride up the sidewalk in the most courteous fashion possible. I realize riding a bike on the sidewalk is usually a no-no, but I decided to give the rules amiss for the sake of my trip.

After a while I learned about the most subtle differences of altitudes. I now know which ways to turn to find a downhill that will later serve to propel an uphill. Uphills don't even give me too much trouble anymore, but I take them as infrequently as possible. I ride mostly uphill to my campus job but that's simply because I know the trip back will be mostly downhill and the exhilaration of the wind whipping past my face is something I crave enough to struggle as much as I can before I give myself over to the evil exhaustion-gods. I've also discovered that my own street is a slight downhill when on the return home. It allows me to coast at a great speed so I can remove my feet from the pedals and stick them into the air.

I love that bike thing. It's been a passion of mine since I was young. Used to ride into town when I was 17 via the bike path. Didn't mean to, but lost around 12lbs in two weeks.. but I was in the best shape of my life... Well, maybe I shouldn't say that. I suppose there's always room to be that way again. My dad got me started on the bike when I could barely walk let alone ride a bike. He strapped a small plastic seat to the back of his large yellow bike and pedaled us down to the DQ where I was then spoon-fed an Oreo Blizzard. Still my favorite blizzard.


I'm always worried I missed the point. I didn't walk, sorry... but me and the bike have a cute little past and present.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

This I Listened to

First I listened to Ben Williams' "This I Believe." It was a really good broadcast as his as mine were very similar. Loved that he was able to point out a transitioning phase from listening to the same stagnant music all the time to actually opening himself up to something that he could appreciate and understand. It's always good to be able to appreciate the music you listen to and not just listen because everyone else is, too. The fact that he really detailed the "power of music" was a great insight as he pointed out how it can make us really happy, sad, and sit on the edge of our seats in a movie theater. That truly is the power of music. I know when I drive alone, sometimes a song comes on that makes me think about a completely different thing than I was before.. Or it can make me remember a situation that I forgot had happened to me.

Next I listened to Corey's. First of all, I loved the voice effect and the instrumental "Imagine" in the background. It was a perfect suitor to his topic of believing in coming together and achieving world peace. His insights on how when he was young he just did what he was told and then a transition period when he realized it was time to start thinking for himself, sounds like something everyone ends up going through. It's a huge life-changer for people and that point of change is brilliant to hear about. Corey seems to have a lot of hope for the human race. This is impressive as I do not. While I feel it would be great if there was literally NO war ever, I just don't think it's something achievable. There's always going to be the psychos that kill Archduke Franz Ferdinand and blame on an entire country. People's minds do weird things and if maybe we can all remember to take a step back and observe, I'd definitely say less war is achievable.

This I Believe

Follow this link to my TIB:

http://8tracks.com/winterrs-mk/this-i-believe-mkw

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Digi-Comp homework 04/17

My experience with the class workshop today was rather helpful. While I didn't understand why I needed three copies of my rant, I suppose it kind of came in handy when one guy (who wasn't even my partner) asked for a copy of mine. I was glad I sat with a fellow journalist to help me really collectively and concisely tell my story. My partner really thought I did a good job at telling my story even though I was about 85 words over the limit. That's something I'll be working on tomorrow. I think my strengths (as detailed by my partner) is the imagery I'm able to evoke but my weakness is that I tend to get too wordy. Usually the best way to take care of it is to remove a few "that"s or repetitive statements.

What I wanted to do with this piece was give a sense of how being alone in a car can really be a chance to contemplate and reminisce on life currently, past, and (sometimes not so successfully) the future. I tried to show how driving alone allows for the complete opening up of oneself to what's going on without outside influences keeping us in check. The outside influences even dictate our music choice, which is apparent in the music one chooses to listen to... Something I may try to mention in my piece now that it came out.

The only thing that really got in my way was the word limit. Usually when I get a story with a 350 - 500 word limit, I can't think of anything to say. With this, however, I had too much to say and wished I could just get it all down.. Although, I understand for timeliness, it's better to be able to say things concisely. Overall though, I felt I accomplished everything I set out to accomplished.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Been Thinking About Things (TIB pitch)

So because I'm going to work on a "This I Believe" style approach to the project next week, I've been thinking about what Marisa believes. What does she believe? My two ideas have been:
1. I believe in driving alone for long lengths of time with nothing but music as company.
2. I believe in being challenged by every aspect of your life.

The first one... I travel five and a half hours to North Carolina at periodic intervals throughout the year. Each of these five to six hour drives allows me to be completely alone with nothing but my music at my side and maybe a couple Milky Way Midnight bars and a can of Nos. The first year I went to NC, I heard my music in a place where I had never heard them before. I was traveling through the unknown with pop, indie-pop, and rock 'n' roll as my soundtrack. When I actually got a chance to listen to the singers time and time again say how much they were SO over whats-his-face, and how much they wanted to "drink up in this club," or say the same sentence for 5 minutes made me think about something. People can really be defined by their music. It shapes who you are and what you're doing at this current time. If you like being associated with the club and the drama of getting Romeo to come home with you, that's exactly what you'll do when you have a minute. I did it. I was there. However, I came across a group of performers one day.. Their lyrics touched me, "Most of all, the world is a place where parts of wholes are described within an overarching paradigm of clarity and accuracy. The context in which makes possible an underlying sense of the way it all fits together, despite our collective tendency not to conceive of it as such." When I heard that, it was a music changer for me.. a life changer. I realized there's a deep side to music that goes beyond just jamming around at the club and getting over that guy who made you feel like crap when you were 17. Not that I didn't already realize a world of music like that was out there, I was just conducting my life in a different manner that, in a way, exempted me from the beauty of music. Traveling alone with my music made me realize that there's a side of life I haven't touched. There's beauty way up on the mountain I just spent 3 hours hiking - enjoy that. There's parts of life that are indescribable and that is just okay. If your life doesn't traverse past the club and alcohol, your music will reflect that. If you can take the time and know the bits and pieces of every band, album, innovation, and song lyrics, your life will reflect that. Take some time and drive alone with your music - reflect on your life.

As for the second one.. Being challenged. A life should be challenged on a daily basis and this is something I firmly believe in. If you're not challenged, you're either living too easily or too lazily. More often than not, it's the latter. This is why I've taken up journalism. It challenges me to find out about the unknown and know as much as I can enough to tell someone else about it. It's how I've always needed my life to be. If I'm not challenged by a situation or person in my life, I grow bored and confused... Sometimes, I even spiral into a depression and refuse to do anything. I've given up countless friendships, relationships, even homework and career choices, just because of the lack of challenge. If I do the same, mundane thing every day, it removes me from who I am and causes me to act out in such a way that's against my character. That's probably why I've embraced my retail positions. They're so painstakingly boring, that I love it when I get there. I'm disgustingly happy and cheery and really get into the role of picture perfect cashier. However, when I'm off the clock, yeah, I'm happy and cheery, but I'm also snarky, rude, and don't care to tell people how it is. I can tell when someone doesn't like to be challenged by the ways they react to my initial challenge. It's almost like I dip into Jack Nicholson's role of Colonel Jessup in A Few Good Men when he screams, "You can't handle the truth!" If you can't handle the challenge, then why am I wasting my time? I've got to move on. Challenge is scary, yes, I'll admit. But without challenge, the United States wouldn't be what it is today... And because of the absence of challenge, the United States has become what it is now. Challenge yourself and don't let anyone stunt that challenge you deserve.


The End.



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(while this may have no potential, I just wanted to say it.)
I also believe in getting weird and sharing it. Get weird and let things remind you of other things. There are smells that remind you of spring, there are smells that pull on the heartstrings of your nostalgia. One of my most favorite smells you'll probably never understand unless you've done this exact thing: I used to play Knights of the Old Republic on the original X-Box in the middle of the night and all the while, I'd press the controller up to my nose and breathe in the plastic casing. Every time I smell that all-too-specific kind of plastic, I'll always remember my nights playing KOTOR. Make a soundtrack for every quarter and listen to it with some consistency. I've found that I can recall what was going on around me way better when a song from a previous soundtrack happens to come on my shuffle.. And it reminds me of all the weird things I did. I can remember the morning I came home from one of the most traumatic trips to the hospital and listening to Bon Iver from 7am to 2pm. Now, every time a specific song comes on, I'll remember that hospital visit. And here I am sharing it with you. Why should I hide it? Why shouldn't you know? What're you going to do beyond know a bit more about my inner mechanisms. Watch a show you never thought in a million years you'd watch. Something underground, Japanese, and short. Let yourself get sucked in and enjoy every drop of weirdness within it. Share those weird feelings with others. Show them an odd experimental band that you've fallen in love with, sit them down in front of an independent film shot in the backwoods of Bumfuck-Nowhere. Tell someone about the odd websites you traversed in the early stages of internet-exploration and what you found there. I used to write constantly on text-based role-playing games. It's how I discovered my love for writing... and because of that weird "gaming" experience I had, here I am today writing to you and for publications. Be weird, share it, find other weirdos. Usually they turn into your best friends.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

15 minutes.

I'm just going to say something 15 minutes before this class starts. Got a response on my writing style and apparently someone isn't too happy about the voice I choose to write my responses. Makes me pretty sad. I write as I talk and sometimes I think people can't hear me and therefore do not like my writing. Unfortunately, that's not about to change. My prompt was to "Write a 500-750 word response about your listening experience and post to your blog. Be sure to link to the stories you listened to. Your response should strive to respond to the stories as a group, not individually." If my previous post was anything less than my experience about the "This I Believe" stories, please do not hesitate to say so. I posted my complete and total feelings from the heart and I did in fact say what I thought the broadcasts were all about: Soothing NPR voices with a touch of people expounding upon the ways they conduct their life around a miniscule occurrence or scenario that pronounced itself in their past. If I didn't say that, coupled with my experience listening to these, I don't know what I did. I'm sorry if my voice wasn't an appealing aspect of the piece, but my content was there.

I realize how I misunderstood the part I misunderstood and here's what I can tell you about that. I like the broadcasts that dealt with topics I was also interested in and I'd probably talk on how I believe in running my life around not doing as your told, but at least still being good for yourself. There's a part of me that wants to live lawless but not be evil about it. Possibly a Robin Hood lifestyle, just less bows and arrows. Something about living within your own being and realizing society is all a fabricated collection of things created by humans who need to feel in control of something, is exciting.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

It's gotta have passion.

How do you learn about writing? Passion. Passion of your soul and words to say what pisses you off, what made you speechless, what was beautiful about your journey. If you're not passionate, you can't write.

And that's what I came here to say. I haven't written this blog because I wasn't passionate about the assignment. Since Thursday, I've been stewing over the idea of dropping this class to hell and below, but now that I have a moment, here I am. I've been staring at the Schedule page on the wordpress blog for a while now but every time I sit down, I find myself wondering off with my camera or receiving a call from the journalistic world putting me out on an assignment. Fuck excuses any way.

What the hell did these broadcasts all have in common? Soothing NPR voices. Damn those voices remind me of my grandfather listening to his classical favorites, or the summer days I'd spend in North Carolina with my uncle cleaning his entire house for a Benjamin. It took time, but I suppose it was worth it. Yeah, nice NPR voices... Also, I suppose you could say they collectively contained some sense of what that individual's belief on life was about. It made me realize that we all have our own way of saying, "This is life as I see it. Let me try and personify that for you, or bring it home with an example." I thought all of them we're overly sappy and grasping at straws except for the god one. Of course, I agreed with the man completely because I'm passionate about a world without gods, so that's probably why it's the only one sticking in my mind right now. I know there was one about pizza (which only did enough good to remind me what I can't have) and there was another about baseball. I fucking hate people who are overly passionate about sports. Get over it, it's a game, remember? You're not helping by screaming at them, or wearing a mock-up of their jersey. Let 'em lose. Christ. I picked two with topics I was passionate about: Books and dogs. Holy shit, there's nothing better in life than books and dogs. Maybe sex. Maybe. Books about sex? Nah, they just say the same things over and over again. Oh, also music. Music wins all. Music can be about books, dogs, and sex. I digress.

I picked books and dogs. Okay. The dogs one almost brought me to tears because I miss having dogs so bad. I had 10 at one point. A poodle, a beagle, an Australian Cattle Dog and her 7 puppies. That was the life. I was rolling in puppies. Maybe I just really liked those puppies. Dogs are, by far, the best animal to evolve yet. They come to you, they're funny, they want to make you happy, and above all, they don't care who you are - the just want to be your best friend and maybe eat away at that tennis ball in the meantime. Dogs, man. My boyfriend gets mad because the majority of my dreams contain dogs in some form.
Then there's the books. My favorite band's name is The Books. They're like a book. They use sound clips behind their music to create the story. Even with that useless knowledge, books are great things. Currently, I'm reading three fiction books. The Complete Chronicles of Sherlock Holmes, Flowers for Algernon, and DragonLance. Without books.. I'd never have a way to leave this world. I want to throw all the nonfiction and textbooks I read against the wall. I can't stand that crap. If I'm about to read 500 - 1000 pages of you rattling shit off, it better be entirely made up and contain dragons or murder - preferably both.

Maybe I'm stubborn. I don't like being told what to do. I'll do the opposite. Sometimes I'm asked to clean the floor. Well fuck you - I'll clean the floor when I can't stand it anymore.
... I'm not sure that's on topic at all.. If I'm passionate about it, I'll do it.

Once again I don't understand the entire prompt of this blog. "The goal of this assignment is to identify what appeals to you about each option, what you think you might like to choose, and what you think you might like to say." No idea where the context of that is from. I think it's referring to the "digital tool" we'd like to research on and I already know I'm doing 8tracks.


Oh, and one last point - I have no idea how to use that DALN site. What the hell was that?



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Upon further review of this blog post, I'd like to elaborate on something I've been thinking about.

I choose dogs and books and loved the broadcasts because I felt like I had something in common with the speakers, however, the fact that all of the "This I Believe" speeches are essentially about the same exact, "Here's-an-experience-of-mine-and-how-it's-manifested-into-a-minute-principle-I-think-should-govern-my-actions" guidelines, I find the broadcasts very.... unimpressive. A couple here when someone has a really interesting perspective or outlook should probably make the program, however, when I looked at the URLs of the broadcasts I picked, they're already on 68,000+ of these things. Penn did, what, number 34? Slow it down, NPR. 

Which leads me into another problem. There are so many of these where's the passion anymore? Where's the passion to find that one unique outlook and broadcast it for the world? Are these 68,000+ broadcasts even differing really in subject matter anymore? TV shows don't usually last more than 200 - 250 shows, how can we have 68,000 people all telling us something different about life? I'm sure 35% state something about how we should all just slow down and 25% tell us about how kids can teach us something, while another 15% or so discuss educations benefits or a revelation someone had one day. Then the remaining 25% are probably unique enough to stand out. And then how far is someone really going to take this random advice given by random people. I mostly listened and said, "that's nice, cool bro," and moved on. How many people are doing the same? To really have that passionate impact, I think an amount of carefully selecting what you want to say, selecting the cream-of-the-crop, the Grade A plays a part. I wouldn't take the first 25 pictures of my 1000+ frames and say, "Here's my finished work, sir." I go through and stare at each individual image. I think over it's strong points, point out it's weak ones, debate over what I should and shouldn't include. I also don't say, "Here's 1000 pics, sir." How exasperated would you be trying to look at 1000 pictures while trying to understand the story? NPR's got a good idea with these broadcasts but there are only a certain number of experiences that can happen to a person. You can understand a type of person by understanding what sort of experiences they've had. That's what makes that "type" of person. While sure, they'll vary in their minute details, overall their grand picture of life is the same. Where else would we get political parties, civil rights movements, or romantic novelists?


This update brought to you by a Journalism major/Sociology minor. 




(broadcasts I chose: http://thisibelieve.org/essay/10598/  http://thisibelieve.org/essay/68795/ )

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Digital Compostion and it's Attempt

As I watched these various videos laid down by the teacher, I begin to wonder - are we really at this apex of beautiful digital composition, or are we just trying to pick flowers out of the rubble? I agree with what Miller says, what "why teach digital writing" says, with Informational R/evolution says (although, I still never figured out why revolution has a slash in it). My issue with all of these is just that this "world" of information isn't as grand as we think it is. Sure your Wikipedia is humongous, but after having ten classes in a row telling its students to stay the hell away from its information because it has 200,000+ contributors, does that really make Wiki a good thing or is it simply just a neat concept to stem from the digital world? There are plenty of neat concepts to come out of this digital age, but does that mean we need to strive to reach them? Or does that mean we need to be the next person to think up the new concept?

The internet is huge, and yes, a really cool way to find things out..... Yes, we should know how to use it so we know how to get to the valuable sources and aren't floundering in a world of "You're the 1,000,000th visitor! You Win!" I firmly believe in that. But with these 5000 ways to do one thing, couldn't we say that being a digital composer mirrors this? How can we define what makes a "good" digital composition when the digital world proves there's no one right way, one "good" way, to do anything? 


I'm not sure how you can have "teachers of writing" and how they can create "consequences for students" if there are a 1.7 million different ways to have something detailed, found, interpreted. For a class to consider itself a "teacher" of digital composition, I don't think having "consequences" is a way to conduct class. Maybe if the goal was to let every student develop their own style and create something totally their own on their blog, or whatever medium they choose to use, sure. But I don't think there can even be a definition of "consequences" when barely anyone with their own style and is a well known identity on the internet suffers consequences. To me, writing is a compilation of your own thoughts fueled by the input of others. I'm a journalism major and if I write but fail to interview anyone, it's not a good piece. Just running around saying "this is what digital is" is about as powerful as someone with no expertise telling me about the newest breakthrough in medical vaccines. If you don't know, you don't know. If you want to know, go ask someone in person who's really got the knowledge you're seeking. Don't bother the internet unless you're doing basic research. And I mean basic. Like how to pronounce a word, or what exactly a medical term means before you start walking around spouting bullshit like an idiot. I write for other people. Not to make myself feel like a glorified prince among peons. I don't know anything better than the average person and I write so they know just as much as I do and can interpret or take away what they will from there.


Honestly, I'm not even sure if I answered the prompt for this blog. The arbitrary guidelines don't leave much room for concrete thought. You've either got to have a topic, or you have nothing at all. It's not just "writing," its developing and creating through your findings and discussion with others. Maybe I'm missing the whole point of all of this but it seems so frivolous the roundabout way the videos and website go about talking about "how" I should do something. How can you be an expert in a world where everyone and no one is as expert simultaneously?

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Seems another class requires blogging..

Hello blog,
Well, here we are, Spring quarter 2012. Two semesters into the future and I'll be a college graduate. How sickening. Turns out this Digital Composing class I'm in wants me to blog so, once again you'll be a class blogging blog. Sorry. Y'know the world blog loses it's meaning after you say it too much. Blog. Sounds like blob. Like a blobby log. Gross. Wonder how "blog" got its name? -deep breath- Okay. Class blog, now, you are. Write here much, apparently, I will.


-Marisa

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Mom and Pop Shop For Your Pop(ular Culture)



            “Hey, can I throw something atcha?” A broad man to my left asks as he turns from the X-Box and games he’s trying to sell to the woman on the other side of the counter and faces a wary-looking me, “I mean figuratively, of course.”

I understood his insinuation, “Right. Shoot, man.”

“This place? There’s another place right around the corner that does the exact same thing. They’re corporately owned, this is privately owned. We get to see these guys every day. I come in here fairly often. Usually I come in in the evenings and it’s the same people. So, as I deal with this guy and say I sell all this stuff today – tomorrow I’ll come back to buy something else. We deal with the same guy and he’ll give us a break. He’ll give us just a little better price because he knows us. I like this place for that reason. Especially this guy,” he points across the counter to the store manager, Andy O’Connell. “This place” is the CD/Game Exchange on Short Vine in Clifton, Cincinnati and the previous discourse by my X-Box selling friend is a wonderful testimonial embodying the essence of this great store just a block off campus. 

CD/Game Exchange started back in the 1970s when two brothers began a store with only their own little record collection. It flourished into five stores but eventually the owner cut it down to the two most successful stores – one in Norwood, and this one in Clifton. Today they buy more movies than CDs or games, and try to sell things cheaper than retail but just enough to make a profit. Unlike corporate stores who only buy recent technology and games, CD/Game Exchange will buy old Super Nintendos, first generation DS’s, and CDs from 20 years ago. Andy sold an Atari the other day. Unfortunately the vinyl record shelves are dwindling and with the lack of sales, once those are gone, that’ll be it for the giant 5 song CDs.

Upon first entering the store, music is playing from an unknown somewhere, and posters hang down loose from every inch of the ceiling. The walls are lined entirely with glass cases filled with movies, CDs, and games in alphabetical order. Behind the counter are console controllers from all eras, and there’s even a section for new releases. According to Andy, they will order new music, movie, and game releases every so often to bring in a little more money. “Our busiest day of the year is when the new Madden comes out. I sell out of Adele’s CD almost every week.” The smaller spaces where the walls aren’t being used for shelves are encrusted with stickers, posters and the occasional concert ticket. The pictures overlap covering bits of each other leaving some images to the imagination. 

Andy O’Connell has worked at CD/Game Exchange for eleven years. He’s 28 years old seems to have no plans of abandoning the store. It’s a part of him. He knows his customers and they know Andy. During our conversation, he spots a man coming into the store with a bag in his hand. Before the guy’s even halfway in the door, Andy leans over to his associate, Lisa, and whispers, “The guy’s back with the X-Box and games.” Andy even knew what games the guy had before looking through the pile. The way he was attuned to this customer before he was even a foot inside really brings to life the wonderful local attitude of knowing your customers and knowing their needs that larger businesses fail to do. “I know a lot of people’s first names,” he tells me later, “we got that kind of mom and pop sort of feel.”

If you’re in the market to sell answering machines, shoes, or food, however, don’t stop at the CD/Game Exchange. Andy tells me he had to turn people away for trying to sell these sorts of items. The infamous Beatles’ album with the butcher cover came through once, but his manager bought it right up. Having first pick of the new items like that is something Andy and Lisa both love about the store. The relaxed hours fit their lifestyles and listening to good music all day is certainly a plus. “I’ve played guitar since I was a little kid,” Andy mentions when I asked about his personal passion for music. 

I stood at the counter watching Lisa process many transactions. One girl stops in to quickly sell Disney’s “Robin Hood,” and a couple other guys are selling games. A sandy-haired, lanky guy with glasses came in asking if Andy knew another customer who apparently patrons the place regularly. Without fail, Andy knew and even could attest that that particular customer is off in Chicago right now. Lisa took on her job here because she needed a second income, but now loves the place despite the “job” stipulation. And how could she not? CD/Game Exchange is a great place to find some of the best prices on the world’s most favorite forms of entertainment and even get a touch of friendly familiarity while you’re at it.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

There's Got To Be Something Besides Facebook.

Alright internet. You're an ever expanding mass of technological innovation and yet, what the hell do people do all day? Get on fucking facebook. I frequent Reddit with a passion because I've started into this downward spiral with FaceBook. Seriously, I don't give a crap about what your new bike looks like, what you and your boyfriend are doing, how much you don't want to be talked to right now, how great you and so-and-so are getting along, what music you're listening to, movie you're watching, or food item you're eating. Enough is ENOUGH. Does no one get tired of removing the mystery from life? What fun is it to know what everyone is doing all the time? Where will the conversation go when you actually hang out? Oh, what am I saying? You won't hang out because your fucking internet relationship is better than a PHYSICAL one. Fuck, man.

I'll admit, Reddit is pretty dumb, too. Amidst maybe 4 actual current news stories, you have 25 cats, 7 macro pictures, songs from 6 years ago that people still fucking like, and gobs of memes. I sit there and scroll through it and giggle to myself at the humor of it all, and then I retract. Holy shit, I seriously just laughed at a cat popping out of a box? Are you fucking kidding me? THAT'S what I think is funny?! And I close the window.

People just veg in front of FaceBook or Google for hours and then look around and exclaim, "Omg, I just procrastinated, better write that paper." Ten minutes later, they're back on FaceBook. No, I'm not trying to be high and mighty about it all - I've been there! That's why it really bothers me. How the hell did I do that with my life? How the hell did I just let myself sit there and muse, "haha, look at that dumb meme" or "wow, Jenny has a new kitchen." HOW?!

It's these reasons why I don't see a problem with video games. With a video game - no matter how idiotic you may think the plot (or lack thereof) may be -  at least the person is actively giving their mind to something rather than scrolling up and down on their news-feed wondering why there's nothing new for them to not give a shit about. That's another issue. As much as you'll read the post about Jenny's new kitchen, do you give it more than 12 seconds pondering? No. You do not. You glance, like, move on. Fuck you. Go SEE that kitchen for chrissake. Be IN it. There's nothing more real than the real and Facebook removes us from the real.

Yeah, sure, okay, it keeps us in touch with each other, but how much harder is it to pick up your phone and text someone, "Dude, do you have a boyfriend now?" or "Hey man, how's your life going." Doing it over the internet just isn't the same, because if you said all that, two clicks later you could figure out how everything is.

It's the mystification of life that is lost. No one cares. And that is sad. Put down your facebooks and your reddits, your youtubes, and googles. Walk outside with a book. Sit down and play Kingdoms of Amalur or COD against friends. Activate your minds. Stop being Facebook zombies. You know you are. Fucking do something about it. End the cycle.

Shit.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The hunt for classy beer.


Beer – that is all.

Those of us living today exist through a world of beer, beer, cigarettes, coffee, and beer. Currently, I have a coffee next to me, just smoked a bit, and desperately wish there was a beer in my fridge. Collegetown doesn’t bode well for snobby beer lovers who look in all the nooks and crannies for a good brew.

Looking hard enough into these nooks can hold a plethora of surprises or a sack of disappointment. Microbreweries are really a gem in the beer world. The heart and commitment that goes into making a singularly unique beer makes the price and journey worth it. My dad always took us to microbreweries that had the giant kettles right behind the bar. These bars were so lively, so friendly, they treated you like you were their best friend, and planted a one of a kind beer right in front of you. Naturally, in my continued longing for the spirit of  beer, I turned my attention to looking at the Cincinnati microbrew scene. I wanted to know if this place could bring the understanding and liveliness of microbrewing I’m so used to knowing.

I don’t mean to make this a story of my own endeavors for self-gratification, I also want this to be informative for the traveler and native, but as I began my research amongst Cincinnati, I opened the sack of disappointment. Every “microbrewery” I called was merely a seller of craft beers from other places. They don’t create their own beer with their own brewery on site. I never got in touch with a man from Christian-Moerlein. Where are the beers, Cincinnati? Vine Street in Over-the-Rhine that used to crawl with pubs back in the 1860s now lays bare, yet this city still seems to tout its beer-snobbery. Barrel-House is gone, Christian-Moerline hasn’t spoken, Rock Bottom has gotten too big to qualify as local craft, Watson Brothers in Blue Ash is gone, Hudepohl-Schoenling Brewing Company – which did actually start in Cincinnati – is now owned by Christian-Moerline, and Yuengling actually started in Pennsylvania. It seems whatever glory there may have been in the 1860s, before prohibition crucified anyone so brave as to love beer, has since evaporated.

In desperation and despair, I turned to home-brewing. I don’t know anyone who homebrews here in Cincinnati, but my father used to practice the hobby until us kids started growing up and he had to focus more on working and “sensible” projects. However, I did contact a lively internet community of home-brewers who happily answered some of my questions. (I will be using their online “screen names” that they prefer to be referred to as.)

“The thing about beer is that only about 10% of the public or less really knows anything about it besides Bud, Miller, and Coors. Those big brands are beer also, but they are one style of a very eclectic drink,” says user skaggs77. Drinkers tend to forget that there are horizons beyond what flashes before them on TV. 

“Why clone a commercial beer when you can go totally off the map and invent a new style altogether?” questions user internet-celebrity. Why do brand name beers taste hardly as good, yet make millions and billions of dollars every year? Because to mass-produce, they must calculate the most productive way to get people to consume. This dissolves the quality of their fermented drink into a yellow, fizzy mess. “Home-brewers typically worry about none of that (production for the masses, profit) and often enjoy the freedom to push the envelope. Trying something experimental with a 5-gallon batch costs little. The big guys don't have that freedom,” explains user Terrorsaurus. User jmn357 elaborates, “The fact that it's your own creation. It's just so cool to think that you made this. Then when you share it with friends and family, seeing their faces light up as they have good beer that you made. It's great.”

As fun as home brewing sounds, there must be some hidden expense that makes the practice elusive. From the information I gathered, yes, it can be. The simplest brew-kettle can start at $100; the burner, $90. Sanitizers and cleaners, used for bottling and after care are considerably cheaper but come in limited quatities. The cheapest fermenting device begins at $900 and the most expensive one $2500. Bare in mind this is just the equipment and there are much more than just kettles, sanitizers, and fermenters. Depending upon the kind of mead you want, kits start at $25. Soda (a.k.a rootbeer) around $15. The hops? Depending upon the type you wish to buy: between $3 and $5 for two ounces. With that said, two to four ounces of hops will make you five gallons of beer. The mechanics of home-brewing dig deep into wallets, but once all that’s left are the ingredients, supplies are cheap and abundant.

In light of keeping the local undertones, I asked the community where they get supplies. User yanman does everything online as the most local supplier is considerably more expensive and located 30 minutes out. User Rocky6501, and wellwatch get their equipment online, but like getting fresh ingredients locally. User bifftradwell says, “… About 1-2 times a year I go in with a few other brew buddies on wholesale purchases of 55-pound sacks of malted grain.”

I also posed a question about what really makes or breaks a quality brew. Everyone seemed very concerned that proper fermentation, temperature of the brew, and sound sanitation are keys to keeping the beer from tasting horrible. “I had a batch literally blow the lid off a fermenter,” wellwatch details. User gimpbully says it plainly, “A lack of cleanliness, improper measurements, bad math, not experimenting.” While home-brewing can produce a totally enlightening end, the timeliness of the process is what counts.

Finally, the users told me about the most important parts of making that well-crafted home-brew. Skaggs77 is a romantic, “(The) most important part is having a spouse who likes beer as much as I do.” To internet-celebrity, “Experimentation.” Terrorsaurus, “Patience.” User jnish trails along my train of thought from the beginning, “Learning about the history of beer, why different ingredients are used in recipes, and having a better appreciation for what arguably led humanity to settle and become a civilization.” Although, settling and becoming a civilization may have come slightly before the human race looked at hops and figured out ways to get hammered on the weekend. User ItsPronouncedNuclear told me that experimentation was his most important step, “I want to learn something from every batch I make whether it is a new process, ingredient, or hacked together equipment. Sometimes experiments work, and other times they fail horribly. Every time I learn what to do or not to do in the future. My best batch was a keg of doppelbock that was just ok when I started. I transported it across the country in a moving van and the major temperature swings rapidly aged it. When I carbed it up at our new place it was amazing.”

This dabble into brewing beer took many twists and turns but ended up on a note of the most simplistic measures. Yes, I suppose I am disappointed that I never got to discuss my original intention for this article, but to swap text with accessible users in a community dedicated to practicing beer, hopefully a deeper insight can be taken away that micro-breweries couldn’t offer. Those who do it, love it. They do it for the fun, the enjoyment of experimentation, to see the faces of those important to them light up, and for the greatest passion of beer.  These random users could – as easily as you or I – go buy a microbrew every night and sip at the offered selection, but no. These guys take to heart the tradition of beer and joyfully craft their own.



The post for confirmation of quotes: http://www.reddit.com/r/Homebrewing/comments/q8un8/a_story_of_homebrewing/

Friday, February 24, 2012

perpetual inebriation.

Not sure what I came here for. I just sorta pulled this up and figured I'd type out some words.

Now I can't even keep my attention to this page.

Drinking at 11am. Not sure I've ever done this, but I'm just sitting around drinking. I don't really care anymore... It's all shit anyway. All of this is shit. All of school, all of money, all of driving, all of life. All those pictures I take. All these words I write. What's it matter? Everything is subjective. I don't have to care about any of it but yet I'm forced to. I'd be content if I could just go to my home, pick up my old hourly job and get a position at Mountain Xpress. That's all I want to do. I don't want this structured school bullshit, this stupid rent and bills idiocy. I want me, my car, a companion to love, and a dog. It's amazing we can't do that. Drink up, Marisa.

I've been listening to music recently. Some really good music. Muse, Cage the Elephant .. just discovered this one called Sleep Party People. Just the one song "I'm not even human" or something.... "I'm not human at all." There it is.

Is it weird that I don't want to do this? No one gives a shit about blogs. Blogs are for people who don't have anything better to do with their time and think people care about their latest baking excursion. Fuck off.

Things are irritating. Very irritating. I keep hating things more and more as each day progresses. It doesn't cease. I've found nothing I like to do anymore. School takes away my News Record life, work takes away my school life.. My social life consists of my roommate and quickly fading relationship with a guy 350 miles away. (I'm sure members of my family will be happy to hear that.)

But who gives a shit about anyone's personal life? Who gives a shit at all? Apparently you're as good as forgotten after a month's absence. You don't matter when you're not there. Although you try your hardest to get back as often as the job permits, it doesn't matter in a month. The only thing that matters is if you're spending your dad's money because you're too big of a shit-for-brains to do anything for yourself.

The leash gets tighter and my throat closes more every day. I'm just trying to shove past it, but it's like one of those dreams where your eyes keep closing as you're trying to figure out your surroundings. You can't keep your eyes open for more than 5 seconds before they begin to shut again. It's like a start and stop REM cycle that wants to dream but doesn't have the fuel to keep going. You want it so bad, but can't have any of it. You see glimpses of it on occasion, but as for actually keeping the scenery around long enough to figure things out is fleeting. Occasionally you'll fall into a very decent REM cycle and it feels so great, but eventually you have to wake up and realize your in the poop and rain state holding an aluminum bottle filled with rum in public. You start to awaken to how much you really just don't give a shit.

Is it too much to ask to be set loose? I know what I want. I know where it is, how to deal with it, how to embrace every fiber of it, but, please, keep me behind the border's bars. I love staring out into a world right within my grasp and not being able to experience it. I love the clench of finances. The grip of a palm around my throat, setting me down, and telling me to "stay."



Expectation leads to disappointment. I wonder why I haven't learned that yet..

Not sure how much longer I want to continue with this existence. Signed a lease on a house today... pathetic.

Might as well experience life at the same level it's already making me feel. It's only fair.

Friday, February 17, 2012

haven't been here in many a'moon.

Hello Short-Cut,
So I haven't been here in a while and I just figured I should pick this stuff back up. Not that I don't like blogging, I just have way more important things to do in my life. I've come to find that blogging is for people who need something extra to do with their time and I, on the other hand, do not. Anyway, wanted to post a review I did earlier that never made it into the paper. I thought it was pretty nice.








Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr: 
not together, but still making magic.



       





   I’m not trying to be a pretentious Beatles fan here, because I’m way past that point in my life, however, with both Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr releasing new albums within about 3 weeks of each other, I had to see if their present work could live up to my lofty Beatles expectations.
Paul brought us some of the most famous Beatles songs with happy-go-lucky tunes like “Can’t Buy Me Love,” soulful blues with “Oh! Darling” and even touching on the psychedelic in “Fool On The Hill.” Ringo carried his pieces “Octopus’s Garden” and “Don’t Pass Me By” as his major Beatles contributions but even today most don’t realize that’s his talent.
McCartney kept to rock ‘n’ roll and pop during his solo years namely with the Wings project, as the majority of us drooling followers know and love hits like “Live and Let Die” or “Baby I’m Amazed.” The hits from his Beatles years kept coming only with their own flair of pure Paul McCartney. With this new album, Eric Clapton and Stevie Wonder help him out instrumentally, but for the most part, Paul sticks to singing.
Now, where is Starr in all this? It seems some drooling McCartney-ites don’t realize Starr has been working with many famous musicians since 1970. Just like his Beatles career, he has subtly kept to the background of music-land. Ringo Starr & his All-Starr Band premiered in 1989 and has been one of Starr’s greatest projects. Artists from several famous bands come and go throughout the years. 2012’s All-Starr band features guitarist Steve Lukather from Toto (yes, the “Africaguys), and Gregg Rolie, singer and keyboard talent from both Santana and Journey.
            All right, enough with the dry stuff; let’s talk dirt about those new albums.
After an extended break from producing albums, McCartney’s Kisses on the Bottom gave the aforementioned epics amiss as he reverts to playing around with sultry classics. “The Glory of Love” originally by Frank De Vol, and Fats Waller’s, “I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter” take on an entirely McCartney-ized spirit. The entire album transports us to that all-too-smoky 40’s café, exhibiting the stereotypical singing lady perched on their piano. You know the one – her voice sounds just like the café smells. I had to keep reminding myself I was listening to McCartney, as I had been so ready to hear another Band On The Run or rendition of “Jet”. While I was disappointed to know most of the instrumental talent wasn’t McCartney’s, his voice is still as “Yesterday” as ever. Kisses On The Bottom: have 3.5 stars out of 5.
Ringo 2012, on the other hand, was like the love-child of “Octopus’s Garden” and “Act Naturally.” Starr’s steadfast, unique voice shot to the heart with his simplistic lyrics of love and all to familiar drumming style. This was the rock ‘n’ roll album I was looking for from McCartney. Starr has continuously fascinated me as the mysterious one who never really talked and stuck to his drums. Of course, he’s still got it on the drums, the years have hardly effected his talent and he’s the oldest of the Beatles. The beginning patter in “Anthem” uncannily resembles those of “Glass Onion” from the Fab Four glory days and “Wonderful” tugs at the heartstrings of that love you never had a bad moment with. When I discovered “Octopus’s Garden” as a kid, I immediately fell in love. Who knew Ringo had such a voice? Ringo 2012 is a superb display of his relentless vocal talent. “In Liverpool” his driving tone takes us on a trip down memory lane. Can I just go back to 1960 now? Ringo 2012, for its brilliant execution, 4.5 of 5 stars. I could listen to you forever, Ringo. 



Alrighty, so there's that, blog. See ya whenever.
 -Marisa