Here is a link to my seperate blog for project 5. It has not ended as of yet. I will be updating periodically to finish telling my "story" over the next couple of days, so hopefully take that into consideration when grading these final projects.
http://strangehappeningswv.blogspot.com/
Metatext
I decided early on that I wanted to do something that explored the improbable/impossible. The reason it took me so long to decide what I wanted to do (and thus why there are only a few posts at this current time) is because I was wavering over what improbable/impossible event would take place in good old morgantown. First I thought I would do a rediculous global warming weather effect similar to The Day After Tomorrow, then I thought I might do a Zombie event where theres a virus that reanimates the dead and all hell breaks loose. Then I thought I would do an event where the US gets invaded by a foreign country, maybe Russia.
I wavered back and forth on these options for days. I looked at "What Happened in Piedmont" for inspiration and finally decided to combine two of my ideas. I liked the idea of a virus and quarantine situation (and being a BIO major viruses are right up my alley), and I also liked the Idea of the US being invaded on its home turf. Its never really happened as the US exists today as the only superpower, so I thought that would be interesting. So I decided to combine the two in one improbable, yet still plausible disaster for this country.
As you read the blog, which is from my POV as these fictional events take place, details of what happened will emerge. Right now, in my blog, I've found out about a virus outbreak and quarantine of the greater Morgantown areas. I've also heard snippets of Bio Terrorism and Biological Warfare. I will continue updating this to let the details and story come out through my blog.
I have a good idea of where I'm taking this story, and hope to be able to "get" there within a day or two of postings; however, I don't know if that will be the "END" or just a stopping point that will give you enough of an idea to see where I'm going with this project. If it is not the "END" I will update periodically over christmas break and beyond (if I have to) until I have reached a satisfactory ending point. I believe the blog "What Happened In Piedmont" had postings over two months or so; mine definitely won't be that long, but I may not be able to wrap it up entirely in the next couple days.
If you want more information about where I want to go with this project before I post the updates to my blog please comment or email me and I will tell you.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
More Project 5 Thoughts
I still like the idea of using the video camera around Morgantown to allow it to draw from everyday life. I would probably set up the theme of it using some sensationalist disaster that was happening. A new Ice Age, the US being invaded, Zombie Apocalypse, etc. Something completely ridiculous. I'm not sure I would involve other people yet, or if it would just be a video documentary of myself. Decisions to make.
"Blogosphere"
I used to read a couple blogs on a regular basis, because, upon stumbling upon them I found that I had something in common with the bloggers. I shared there opinions on certain aspects, or liked the same movies/books that they liked. Through this I was able to follow along with their lives, comment on posts that I felt hit close to home, etc. However, I have fallen away from that. I have found that while looking at some peoples blogs are very interesting, it can be a time sucking habit. How many blogs do you keep track of? Do you comment on these peoples blogs? Are you just a lurker that likes to read, and keep their thoughts to him/her-self. This can take up a lot of time to do this, and while interesting I decided that there are more productive things that I can do.
Having said that, I don't want to detract from what blogs are. In blogs you can often find truth and opinions that are not available in mainstream media. You can get an insight to what real people are thinking, and not just what some people want you to hear (i.e. the media). However, its also a catch-22, because blogs aren't regulated there can be a lot of falsehoods and rumor starting that some people may believe to be truths.
Having said that, I don't want to detract from what blogs are. In blogs you can often find truth and opinions that are not available in mainstream media. You can get an insight to what real people are thinking, and not just what some people want you to hear (i.e. the media). However, its also a catch-22, because blogs aren't regulated there can be a lot of falsehoods and rumor starting that some people may believe to be truths.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Project 4 Final
Well, here it is...
Metatext:
I got the idea for this project by previous .gif images I had seen in forums using Lord of The Rings Characters. So that was the premise, except I wanted to do a Star Wars themed version of it. To make the project fall under the criteria "Write what cannot be written", I decided to theme it with a time paradox in which luke goes back in time and sees his father as he was before he was mutilated. To make the project collaborative I worked with my two good friends Alex, and Michael. I was took on the character of Luke, Michael took on the character of Anakin, while Alex took on the character of Obi-Wan and Arnold. I also created the narrative text segments. The idea to use Arnold was a collaboration between myself and Alex, who have a fascination with the governator, and enjoy his outrageous action movies like commando from the early 90s. This section too played into the "Write what cannot be written" segment of the prompt for Project 4. The idea that there was time paradox in star wars is almost laughable, but having Arnold Shwarzenegger make a guest appearance is absolutley ludicrous.
The project was done over a week span due to conflicting schedules. I then put the text together in Power point, and saved the slides as jpegs. From there I imported the jpegs into windows movie maker. The Sound was actually taken from an application from my iphone, which I held up to my computer mike and recorded in audacity. The application was called lightsabre, and not only was I able to use the iconic star wars music I was also able to use the lightsabre noises. I think that this turned out especially well I really like the way it turned out, and I feel that it turned out a lot better than my first experience using Windows Movie Maker.
Project 5 Thoughts
I have no concrete idea what I would like to do with regards to the 5th project. As it stands right now, the only thing I can think of would maybe be creating an alternate reality. I would have an introductory text that would set the scene and the tone, and then I would probably have a video journey of a day/hour/event of this world with myself holding onto the video camera. I don't know where this would take place, but it would be a mixed reality multimedia project, involving the every day world as its setting. I'll have to take some more time to think about it, but it really does sound like it could be a lot of fun.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Draft of Project 4
This was the result of about about 1/2 an hour worth of "work" between my roommate and I. I came up with the idea of a scene and setting focused on Star Wars. I took the voice of Luke, while my roommate Michael took the voice of Anakin. This is not yet completed, as I want to be able to finish the conversation between the two. I also would like to make a movie of sorts that places screen caps of anakin/luke with the words overlayed onto the picture, that way I could get rid of the "said luke/anakin" portions since their dialogue would be overlayed on their screen caps. I would also have the starwars music in the background. Having said all of that, here is what is available so far...
Luke Skywalker came out of warp speed in orbit over Coruscant and knew that something didn’t seem right. There was a shift in the force that he had never felt before. Upon descending into the atmosphere of the planet he came upon something he did not expect; none of the ruins of the war, everything was bright, vibrant, and alive. Investigation was in order, and he decided to start at the Jedi Temple.
Upon landing he saw a figure standing in a long dark cloak that looked familiar. He couldn’t place him, but he could tell he was very strong with force. He could feel the rage oozing from him waves.
“Who are you?”
“You are strong with force, which means I am your demise,” the stranger said.
“Oh, really. Why is that?” Luke replied
“Because I am Darth Vader, and my master has issued me the quest of destroying the Jedi Order!”
“What the f*!K? Dad?” Luke exclaimed
“I am your father?”
“You’ve already said that once. Deja vous?” asked Luke
“Yes you little s^$t!
“I’m not a little s%t! I am a Jedi, and the savior of the new republic!” replied Luke.
“Hahaha, Loser!”
“Why are you always so mean to me dad? Asked Luke in a feeble voice
“Because you were mistake! Because you killed my wife!”
“Natalie Portman? You hit that? You lucky dog, you!”
“Six ways from Sunday!" said Vader.
Now, as I stated this isn't in it's final form. It was meant to be humorous without any level of seriousness involved.
Now having listened to the discussion in the beginning of class, I'm not entirely sure I'm doing this right. Because it supposed to be the everyday, the ordinary-Having said that Star Wars certainly isn't the every day or the ordinary. Now maybe this "time-warp" I have created between Luke and Anakin falls under "write what cannot be written", but I'm not so sure.
So this project may take on an entirely new form by next tuesday. We'll see if I can get it to come together as I want it to.
Luke Skywalker came out of warp speed in orbit over Coruscant and knew that something didn’t seem right. There was a shift in the force that he had never felt before. Upon descending into the atmosphere of the planet he came upon something he did not expect; none of the ruins of the war, everything was bright, vibrant, and alive. Investigation was in order, and he decided to start at the Jedi Temple.
Upon landing he saw a figure standing in a long dark cloak that looked familiar. He couldn’t place him, but he could tell he was very strong with force. He could feel the rage oozing from him waves.
“Who are you?”
“You are strong with force, which means I am your demise,” the stranger said.
“Oh, really. Why is that?” Luke replied
“Because I am Darth Vader, and my master has issued me the quest of destroying the Jedi Order!”
“What the f*!K? Dad?” Luke exclaimed
“I am your father?”
“You’ve already said that once. Deja vous?” asked Luke
“Yes you little s^$t!
“I’m not a little s%t! I am a Jedi, and the savior of the new republic!” replied Luke.
“Hahaha, Loser!”
“Why are you always so mean to me dad? Asked Luke in a feeble voice
“Because you were mistake! Because you killed my wife!”
“Natalie Portman? You hit that? You lucky dog, you!”
“Six ways from Sunday!" said Vader.
Now, as I stated this isn't in it's final form. It was meant to be humorous without any level of seriousness involved.
Now having listened to the discussion in the beginning of class, I'm not entirely sure I'm doing this right. Because it supposed to be the everyday, the ordinary-Having said that Star Wars certainly isn't the every day or the ordinary. Now maybe this "time-warp" I have created between Luke and Anakin falls under "write what cannot be written", but I'm not so sure.
So this project may take on an entirely new form by next tuesday. We'll see if I can get it to come together as I want it to.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
More thoughts on Project 4
As of this moment, I still like the idea of creating a collaborative narrative. I have seen narratives like these form on message boards online and create some wildly humorous outcomes. I like the idea of this, and being the moderator of it, I could set up a theme that it has to focus on. Perhaps something like fantastical mid-evil times, Halloween, Star Wars, etc...
At this very moment I am leaning towards a collaborative text that has a Star Wars theme. I don't particularly know why, but I think a creative and humorous outcome could be achieved. I would start out the project, and then with a number of friends we would take turns adding sentences/paragraphs/dialogue to the narrative. I already know I would speak with two of my roommates about this project, and also my best friend. They all enjoy Star Wars, and they all enjoy poking fun at the cheesy one liners and overall poor acting (especially in the prequel trilogy). I'm not sure what initial theme I would put on it, but it would probably be pretty outrageous. If I have the time, maybe I could put together a video with screen caps of luke/anakin and other characters with their respective lines in the narrative and sync it with some star wars music.
The working title : The Star Wars Project (lame I know)
At this very moment I am leaning towards a collaborative text that has a Star Wars theme. I don't particularly know why, but I think a creative and humorous outcome could be achieved. I would start out the project, and then with a number of friends we would take turns adding sentences/paragraphs/dialogue to the narrative. I already know I would speak with two of my roommates about this project, and also my best friend. They all enjoy Star Wars, and they all enjoy poking fun at the cheesy one liners and overall poor acting (especially in the prequel trilogy). I'm not sure what initial theme I would put on it, but it would probably be pretty outrageous. If I have the time, maybe I could put together a video with screen caps of luke/anakin and other characters with their respective lines in the narrative and sync it with some star wars music.
The working title : The Star Wars Project (lame I know)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Response 6: A list
As i sit here thinking about a list all I that comes to mind is are things I like and dislike.
Things I like:
1. Good movies of Epic scale and imagination, like LOTR for instnace
2. Travelling
3. Good Food
4. Exercise- Though I don't do it enough atm
5. Hanging out with family and friends
6. Reading for pleasure
Things I don't like:
1. Assholes that think they are better than everyone else
2. People that are Two-faced-guess they're kind of assholes too
3. Forced Reading
4. Hypocrits
5. take your pick
I'm not entirely sure how this list will help me with project 4. An idea that comes to mind, is a small group of people form a list like the one above, and then write a story, one sentence/paragraph at a time that follows a character around for a day who has to deal with all of these "likes" and "dislikes", it could be amusing if some of the people like each others dislikes and vice verse.
Things I like:
1. Good movies of Epic scale and imagination, like LOTR for instnace
2. Travelling
3. Good Food
4. Exercise- Though I don't do it enough atm
5. Hanging out with family and friends
6. Reading for pleasure
Things I don't like:
1. Assholes that think they are better than everyone else
2. People that are Two-faced-guess they're kind of assholes too
3. Forced Reading
4. Hypocrits
5. take your pick
I'm not entirely sure how this list will help me with project 4. An idea that comes to mind, is a small group of people form a list like the one above, and then write a story, one sentence/paragraph at a time that follows a character around for a day who has to deal with all of these "likes" and "dislikes", it could be amusing if some of the people like each others dislikes and vice verse.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Project 4 Thoughts
Project for is an interesting one to say the least, and I am most intrigued by the idea of a collaborative project between a group of people to tell a narrative. Dr. Baldwin mentioned writing the first paragraph and then having people add to it. Thinking along the same lines I thought of perhaps starting with a sentence, and have people add their own sentence continuing the story.
I like the idea of seeing where it starts, and watching this narrative take it's own journey from beginning to middle to end. Now the problem is how to accomplish this feat...
I like the idea of seeing where it starts, and watching this narrative take it's own journey from beginning to middle to end. Now the problem is how to accomplish this feat...
Project 3 Meta-Text
Part 1: Analysis of the Religious Text
First of all, the 23rd psalm is probably one of the most well known and prominent psalms in popular culture simply for the line : "As I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death.."
That was the reason why I wanted to see how the shannonizer manipulated this text. To see how God would change the psalm, and to see how the Seuss voice would change it...
In my supreme and unqualified opinion I think the shannonized versions of this religious text has caused the meaning (however one interprets it) of the original to be completely lost. The "God" Shannonized version maintains a certain religious tone, but it is completely nonsensical. At least to me. With regards to the Seuss version, it has to be one of the most rediculously weird pieces of text I have ever read. Not only does it make no sense whatsoever, it is more absurd that Dr. Seuss is in his own text. Maybe that is part of what the shannonizer does, it puts a very exaggerated voice over your text. No one can claim that Dr. Seuss was this absurd.
Part 2: Analysis of my own Travestized Text
I decided that I wanted to write something, anything. I was having one of my rare moments of creativity and felt the need to exercise it out. I don't claim that its good, and I don't know if I am actually going to finish it. I just wanted to get it out on paper. As I was writing I decided that it might be interesting to use it for part of my project 3. I played around with a variety of text editors, and decided to use the Travesty algorithm. I decided to use this because it was the one that left the most coherent text after altering. Many of the other text editors completely destroyed any story like qualities my text had and were simply gibberish.
The only word I can think of to describe the travesty version of my text is "trippy". It still retains much of the same story as I wrote, and yet it seems completely foreign as well. Like its in the same world, maybe in a different time dimension, or time warp. For example, it seems like some parts of the story are repeated, but each time it is a little bit of a different situation, or different details following the event. Either way it is definitely and interesting creation, that maintains some sense. It would be interesting if they could develop a version of this that left complete endings instead of arbitrarily cutting the text off after it has reached the predetermined character limit. This was probably my favorite of the three, because it felt more personal and gave the most interesting product in my opinion.
Part 3: Analysis of the English>Arabic>English Translation of the first few stanzas of the Raven
It's interesting to use the google translator because it gives you some insight into how foreign languages work. How in some alphabets and languages may not have an equivalent english form, so therefore google uses something in its place. Its also interesting because every now and then Google Translator gives you an anomaly, something that seems so bizarre you can't help but think that it is a mistake.
I decided to use the first few stanza's of the Raven because it is probably my all time favorite poem. The tone and the rythem of the poem are simply astounding.
I enjoyed how some of the phrases were changed. From "Darkness there, and nothing more" to "There are dark, no more, no less". It does alter the rythem of the poem, but at the same time it makes me chuckle. My favorite part of the translation, which is one of those bizarre parts from above is this part: from "rapping, rapping at my chamber door" to "gently rap, hip-hop music in my room door". It really illustrates the age of the language in the raven, as google translator thought that rapping referrred to hip-hop music. Its's these anomalies that make google translator an imperfect program (i.e. one you wouldn't trust to do translation home work with), but an interesting and amusing tool, that has created some very unqique versions of famous text.
First of all, the 23rd psalm is probably one of the most well known and prominent psalms in popular culture simply for the line : "As I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death.."
That was the reason why I wanted to see how the shannonizer manipulated this text. To see how God would change the psalm, and to see how the Seuss voice would change it...
In my supreme and unqualified opinion I think the shannonized versions of this religious text has caused the meaning (however one interprets it) of the original to be completely lost. The "God" Shannonized version maintains a certain religious tone, but it is completely nonsensical. At least to me. With regards to the Seuss version, it has to be one of the most rediculously weird pieces of text I have ever read. Not only does it make no sense whatsoever, it is more absurd that Dr. Seuss is in his own text. Maybe that is part of what the shannonizer does, it puts a very exaggerated voice over your text. No one can claim that Dr. Seuss was this absurd.
Part 2: Analysis of my own Travestized Text
I decided that I wanted to write something, anything. I was having one of my rare moments of creativity and felt the need to exercise it out. I don't claim that its good, and I don't know if I am actually going to finish it. I just wanted to get it out on paper. As I was writing I decided that it might be interesting to use it for part of my project 3. I played around with a variety of text editors, and decided to use the Travesty algorithm. I decided to use this because it was the one that left the most coherent text after altering. Many of the other text editors completely destroyed any story like qualities my text had and were simply gibberish.
The only word I can think of to describe the travesty version of my text is "trippy". It still retains much of the same story as I wrote, and yet it seems completely foreign as well. Like its in the same world, maybe in a different time dimension, or time warp. For example, it seems like some parts of the story are repeated, but each time it is a little bit of a different situation, or different details following the event. Either way it is definitely and interesting creation, that maintains some sense. It would be interesting if they could develop a version of this that left complete endings instead of arbitrarily cutting the text off after it has reached the predetermined character limit. This was probably my favorite of the three, because it felt more personal and gave the most interesting product in my opinion.
Part 3: Analysis of the English>Arabic>English Translation of the first few stanzas of the Raven
It's interesting to use the google translator because it gives you some insight into how foreign languages work. How in some alphabets and languages may not have an equivalent english form, so therefore google uses something in its place. Its also interesting because every now and then Google Translator gives you an anomaly, something that seems so bizarre you can't help but think that it is a mistake.
I decided to use the first few stanza's of the Raven because it is probably my all time favorite poem. The tone and the rythem of the poem are simply astounding.
I enjoyed how some of the phrases were changed. From "Darkness there, and nothing more" to "There are dark, no more, no less". It does alter the rythem of the poem, but at the same time it makes me chuckle. My favorite part of the translation, which is one of those bizarre parts from above is this part: from "rapping, rapping at my chamber door" to "gently rap, hip-hop music in my room door". It really illustrates the age of the language in the raven, as google translator thought that rapping referrred to hip-hop music. Its's these anomalies that make google translator an imperfect program (i.e. one you wouldn't trust to do translation home work with), but an interesting and amusing tool, that has created some very unqique versions of famous text.
Project 3
The first part of this post will be my series of algorithmic texts and their originals.
A Second Post concerning project 3 will follow and will be the metatext.
1. The first text, is a religious text that has been put through the god shannonizer. I have also decided (based on the reccomendation of one of my group partners) to put the religious text through another voice, in this case Dr. Seuss.
The Original:
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:He leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul:He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
The "God Version"
The Lord is my voice; Thou shalt have done so? bury therefore thy lips are like a thread of blood according to death, my brother. Yea, they were smitten, and wash thy staff, hearken to lie down before me and the LORD, that betwixt me and thy womb, and thy God of my bone and my daughter! And I will fear no evil: Alas, and mercy shall not want. Be fruitful, I my name of mine enemies; am I will dwell in vain; Thou preparest a pomegranate split open, I will dwell in vain; for His name sake. Yea, it was very good. He restoreth my voice; Thou annointest my life, and said: I will make thess swear by the days of my voice; Thy rod and I delivered thee out of Zion.
The "Dr. Seuss" Version
The Lord is fun to sing if you chew, though I do not like a mouse is my little bed. They come along humming, they comfort me.Thou preparest a shame! Say! Say! And cheese? Try them! Try them! What a mouse is my little car with paddles and mercy shall follow me to sing with heads in the bottle's on a mouse. Yea, though I will fear no good.. Say! No! I do tricks with oil; I do not like my head with heads in the paths of the presence of mine enemies;Thou annointest my little car with oil; My feet stick out of sour gooseberry jam! That's what that Zummers call it a puddle paddle battle in the moon, though I do not like my little car with heads in the Goo-Goose, though I walk through the bottle's on fifty hippo-heimers!
2. The text that follows is the opening of a short story I am writing. The story itself is not yet complete, but I thought it would be interesting to see what happened to it when it was altered by the travesty text on level 6 with an output of 2500 characters.
The Original
“It’s cold tonight, so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer, friend. I wish to remain to remain in the shadows. Better to remain inconspicuous in these dark times.”
“The night my story begins was similar to this one; cold and damp, and an aching chill settled deep into my bones…”
A heavy gloom wormed its way in between the narrow lanes of the old Victorian neighborhood. The residents could feel it weighing on their hearts and minds. An intense and unexplained depression overcame them as they traveled through the wrought iron gate that dominated the entrance of the moderately sized neighborhood. It was a strange feeling to be feeling upbeat and happy only to have that positive energy zapped away as you crossed the border to go home.
It was around 10:30 in the evening, and I was walking back home from a local diner that I worked at about half a mile into town. It had been a good night at work, I was coming home with fifty bucks in my right front pocket, and girl’s phone number in my front left. You could say that there was a certain bounce in my step that night. Nothing could bring down my good mood, or so I thought.
I pulled my parka closer around me and picked up my pace. As I started to climb the last hill before my neighborhood I saw the top of the Iron Gate appear on the horizon. As I got to the top of the hill I noticed a thick fog that was weaving its way in and out of the dark iron columns. As I crossed my last thought was “how strange it was to see fog at the top of a hill…” I hadn’t gone three paces beyond the gate when my vision faded to black…
The Travesty Version
“It’s cold tonight, so I thought. I pulled my last thought iron columns. As I crossed the evening, and I was walking back home with fifty bucks in my front left. You could feel it weighing on the shadows. Better to go home. It was “how strange it was to see fog at the top of the dark times.” “The night. Nothing chill settled deep into my bones…” A heavy gloom wormed its way in between the hill before my neighborhood. The residents could bring down my good mood, or so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer around me and picked up my pace. As I crossed my last hill I noticed a thick fog that was a strange it was around me and picked up my parka closer around 10:30 in these dark iron columns. As I got to this one; cold tonight, so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer, friend. I wish to remain to remain inconspicuous in the evening, and an aching could feel it weighing on their hearts and minds. An intense and unexplained depression overcame them as they traveled through the wrought iron columns. As I got to this one; cold tonight, so I thought. I pulled my last thought was around 10:30 in the shadows. Better to go home. It was a certain bounce in my right front left. You could say that I worked at about half a mile into town. It had been a good mood, or so I thought. I pulled my last thought was to see fog at there was a strange it was a strange it was weaving its way in between the horizon. As I got to the top of a hill…” I hadn’t gone three paces beyond the entrance of the hill before my neighborhood. The residents could say that dominated the gate when my vision faded to climb the last hill before my neighborhood. It was weaving its way in between the horizon. As I started to climb the last hill I noticed a thick fog that was weaving its way in between the narrow lanes of the dark times.” “The night my step that was to see fog at the top of the dark times.” “The night. Nothing could feel it weighing on their hearts and minds. An intense and picked up my parka closer, friend. I wish to remain in the narrow lanes of the old Victorian neighborhood I saw the top of a hill…” I hadn’t gone three paces beyond the gate when my vision faded to black… “It’s cold and damp, and an aching could bring down my good mood, or so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer, friend. I wish to remain inconspicuous in the shadows. Better to go home. It was to see fog at the top o
3. Finally I really liked a previous post in my blog of the first few stanzas of the Raven being translates. In this case I chose to do English>Arabic >English
The original:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-Only this, and nothing more."Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Nameless here for evermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-This it is, and nothing more."Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-Darkness there, and nothing more.
After the translations
Once at midnight dreary, while I pondered, and weak and weary, For more than strange and surprising volume of forgotten traditions, While the first header, some napping, suddenly there was eavesdropping, As some one gently rap, hip-hop music in my room door. " 'Tis some visitor," I'm stammering, "In my circle tapping on the door Only this, no more, no less. " Oh, I remember clearly that it was dark in December, Die each chapter of the shadow of indifference to the floor. I wanted very much after; - you might seek in vain to borrow My Books of the freeze between the grief of sadness for the loss of Lenore -- For the first of them rare and radiant angels named Lenore -- Did not name him here forever. Sadly, Hariri is uncertain each stolen from the purple curtain Filled me with excitement I did not fantastic terrors never felt before; So far, my heart is still beating, I stood repetition, " 'Tis some visiting invocation at the entrance door of my room Some visitors at the entrance to the late invoke the door of my room; -- This is nothing more and nothing less. " Is a spiritual grown stronger; then no longer hesitant, "Sir," Lee said, "or Madam, truly appeal to your forgiveness; But in fact, I nap, so gently you came knocking, This came faintly you tapping, tapping at the door of the room in my country, I am sure you heard the rare "- here I opened the door wide; -- There are dark, no more, no less.
A Second Post concerning project 3 will follow and will be the metatext.
1. The first text, is a religious text that has been put through the god shannonizer. I have also decided (based on the reccomendation of one of my group partners) to put the religious text through another voice, in this case Dr. Seuss.
The Original:
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:He leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul:He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
The "God Version"
The Lord is my voice; Thou shalt have done so? bury therefore thy lips are like a thread of blood according to death, my brother. Yea, they were smitten, and wash thy staff, hearken to lie down before me and the LORD, that betwixt me and thy womb, and thy God of my bone and my daughter! And I will fear no evil: Alas, and mercy shall not want. Be fruitful, I my name of mine enemies; am I will dwell in vain; Thou preparest a pomegranate split open, I will dwell in vain; for His name sake. Yea, it was very good. He restoreth my voice; Thou annointest my life, and said: I will make thess swear by the days of my voice; Thy rod and I delivered thee out of Zion.
The "Dr. Seuss" Version
The Lord is fun to sing if you chew, though I do not like a mouse is my little bed. They come along humming, they comfort me.Thou preparest a shame! Say! Say! And cheese? Try them! Try them! What a mouse is my little car with paddles and mercy shall follow me to sing with heads in the bottle's on a mouse. Yea, though I will fear no good.. Say! No! I do tricks with oil; I do not like my head with heads in the paths of the presence of mine enemies;Thou annointest my little car with oil; My feet stick out of sour gooseberry jam! That's what that Zummers call it a puddle paddle battle in the moon, though I do not like my little car with heads in the Goo-Goose, though I walk through the bottle's on fifty hippo-heimers!
2. The text that follows is the opening of a short story I am writing. The story itself is not yet complete, but I thought it would be interesting to see what happened to it when it was altered by the travesty text on level 6 with an output of 2500 characters.
The Original
“It’s cold tonight, so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer, friend. I wish to remain to remain in the shadows. Better to remain inconspicuous in these dark times.”
“The night my story begins was similar to this one; cold and damp, and an aching chill settled deep into my bones…”
A heavy gloom wormed its way in between the narrow lanes of the old Victorian neighborhood. The residents could feel it weighing on their hearts and minds. An intense and unexplained depression overcame them as they traveled through the wrought iron gate that dominated the entrance of the moderately sized neighborhood. It was a strange feeling to be feeling upbeat and happy only to have that positive energy zapped away as you crossed the border to go home.
It was around 10:30 in the evening, and I was walking back home from a local diner that I worked at about half a mile into town. It had been a good night at work, I was coming home with fifty bucks in my right front pocket, and girl’s phone number in my front left. You could say that there was a certain bounce in my step that night. Nothing could bring down my good mood, or so I thought.
I pulled my parka closer around me and picked up my pace. As I started to climb the last hill before my neighborhood I saw the top of the Iron Gate appear on the horizon. As I got to the top of the hill I noticed a thick fog that was weaving its way in and out of the dark iron columns. As I crossed my last thought was “how strange it was to see fog at the top of a hill…” I hadn’t gone three paces beyond the gate when my vision faded to black…
The Travesty Version
“It’s cold tonight, so I thought. I pulled my last thought iron columns. As I crossed the evening, and I was walking back home with fifty bucks in my front left. You could feel it weighing on the shadows. Better to go home. It was “how strange it was to see fog at the top of the dark times.” “The night. Nothing chill settled deep into my bones…” A heavy gloom wormed its way in between the hill before my neighborhood. The residents could bring down my good mood, or so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer around me and picked up my pace. As I crossed my last hill I noticed a thick fog that was a strange it was around me and picked up my parka closer around 10:30 in these dark iron columns. As I got to this one; cold tonight, so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer, friend. I wish to remain to remain inconspicuous in the evening, and an aching could feel it weighing on their hearts and minds. An intense and unexplained depression overcame them as they traveled through the wrought iron columns. As I got to this one; cold tonight, so I thought. I pulled my last thought was around 10:30 in the shadows. Better to go home. It was a certain bounce in my right front left. You could say that I worked at about half a mile into town. It had been a good mood, or so I thought. I pulled my last thought was to see fog at there was a strange it was a strange it was weaving its way in between the horizon. As I got to the top of a hill…” I hadn’t gone three paces beyond the entrance of the hill before my neighborhood. The residents could say that dominated the gate when my vision faded to climb the last hill before my neighborhood. It was weaving its way in between the horizon. As I started to climb the last hill I noticed a thick fog that was weaving its way in between the narrow lanes of the dark times.” “The night my step that was to see fog at the top of the dark times.” “The night. Nothing could feel it weighing on their hearts and minds. An intense and picked up my parka closer, friend. I wish to remain in the narrow lanes of the old Victorian neighborhood I saw the top of a hill…” I hadn’t gone three paces beyond the gate when my vision faded to black… “It’s cold and damp, and an aching could bring down my good mood, or so I will try to make my long tale of sorrow as brief as possible. Come closer, friend. I wish to remain inconspicuous in the shadows. Better to go home. It was to see fog at the top o
3. Finally I really liked a previous post in my blog of the first few stanzas of the Raven being translates. In this case I chose to do English>Arabic >English
The original:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-Only this, and nothing more."Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-Nameless here for evermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-This it is, and nothing more."Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-Darkness there, and nothing more.
After the translations
Once at midnight dreary, while I pondered, and weak and weary, For more than strange and surprising volume of forgotten traditions, While the first header, some napping, suddenly there was eavesdropping, As some one gently rap, hip-hop music in my room door. " 'Tis some visitor," I'm stammering, "In my circle tapping on the door Only this, no more, no less. " Oh, I remember clearly that it was dark in December, Die each chapter of the shadow of indifference to the floor. I wanted very much after; - you might seek in vain to borrow My Books of the freeze between the grief of sadness for the loss of Lenore -- For the first of them rare and radiant angels named Lenore -- Did not name him here forever. Sadly, Hariri is uncertain each stolen from the purple curtain Filled me with excitement I did not fantastic terrors never felt before; So far, my heart is still beating, I stood repetition, " 'Tis some visiting invocation at the entrance door of my room Some visitors at the entrance to the late invoke the door of my room; -- This is nothing more and nothing less. " Is a spiritual grown stronger; then no longer hesitant, "Sir," Lee said, "or Madam, truly appeal to your forgiveness; But in fact, I nap, so gently you came knocking, This came faintly you tapping, tapping at the door of the room in my country, I am sure you heard the rare "- here I opened the door wide; -- There are dark, no more, no less.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A Draft part of Project 3
Along with the previous algorithmic texts I am considering using a religous text edited by the God Shannonizer. Here's an example
The Original:
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:He leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul:He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
The Shannonized Version
The Lord is my voice; Thou shalt have done so? bury therefore thy lips are like a thread of blood according to death, my brother. Yea, they were smitten, and wash thy staff, hearken to lie down before me and the LORD, that betwixt me and thy womb, and thy God of my bone and my daughter! And I will fear no evil: Alas, and mercy shall not want. Be fruitful, I my name of mine enemies; am I will dwell in vain; Thou preparest a pomegranate split open, I will dwell in vain; for His name sake. Yea, it was very good. He restoreth my voice; Thou annointest my life, and said: I will make thess swear by the days of my voice; Thy rod and I delivered thee out of Zion.
I am also working on my own piece of poetry that I will send through the algorithmic text editors to see what I can come up with.
The Original:
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:He leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul:He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
The Shannonized Version
The Lord is my voice; Thou shalt have done so? bury therefore thy lips are like a thread of blood according to death, my brother. Yea, they were smitten, and wash thy staff, hearken to lie down before me and the LORD, that betwixt me and thy womb, and thy God of my bone and my daughter! And I will fear no evil: Alas, and mercy shall not want. Be fruitful, I my name of mine enemies; am I will dwell in vain; Thou preparest a pomegranate split open, I will dwell in vain; for His name sake. Yea, it was very good. He restoreth my voice; Thou annointest my life, and said: I will make thess swear by the days of my voice; Thy rod and I delivered thee out of Zion.
I am also working on my own piece of poetry that I will send through the algorithmic text editors to see what I can come up with.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
10/13 Google
Google has become so large and ingrained within our daily lives that people have created different ways of using it, manipulating it, or just plain having fun with it.
Google bombs was highly amusing to me as I remembered when the Bush>Catastrophic Failure bomb first came to light.
Googlism, was also very neat, however my name apparently isn't out there that much. Maybe later in life I can change that.
Google fights was another thing that I played around with. I decided to have Obama vs. Jesus. Jesus barely won with a score of 181,000,000 to 187,000,000. This was highly amusing to me, and really illustrates how popular this presidential election has become.
Another amusing google fight, was Harry Potter vs. Christianity. Again pop culture wins versus religion with Harry Potter almost doubling Christianity's score.
Google Whack is an certainly an interesting concept. I gave a couple tries, however was unsuccessful in producing a one entry display. I'll have to give more of a try this weekend.
Google bombs was highly amusing to me as I remembered when the Bush>Catastrophic Failure bomb first came to light.
Googlism, was also very neat, however my name apparently isn't out there that much. Maybe later in life I can change that.
Google fights was another thing that I played around with. I decided to have Obama vs. Jesus. Jesus barely won with a score of 181,000,000 to 187,000,000. This was highly amusing to me, and really illustrates how popular this presidential election has become.
Another amusing google fight, was Harry Potter vs. Christianity. Again pop culture wins versus religion with Harry Potter almost doubling Christianity's score.
Google Whack is an certainly an interesting concept. I gave a couple tries, however was unsuccessful in producing a one entry display. I'll have to give more of a try this weekend.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
10/9 Poem Translations
I decided to use the first few stanza's of Poe's The Raven. I wanted to see if the pacing and the rhyme remained after going through translations.
Here's the Original
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
And after English>German>English
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many quaint and curious volume of forgotten Lore,
While I nodded, almost Napping, suddenly came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this and nothing more. "
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each of dying ember wrought its mind on the ground.
I wish that the eagerly Morrow; - I had unsuccessfully tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sadness for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant girl, the angel named Lenore --
Nameless here forever.
Silken and the sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Excited me-me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, even the beating of my heart, I stood repeat
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door --
Some visitor entreating entrance late in my chamber door; --
This is it, and nothing more. "
At the moment my soul was stronger; reluctant then no more
'Sir,' I said, "or woman, really, I beg your forgiveness;
But the fact is, I was Napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so it was easy to intercept, the interception in my chamber door,
That I was nearly sure I heard you "- here I opened wide the door; --
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Seems pretty similar
This was English>Hindi>English
Once a midnight blue, while I, weak and tired pondered, but
Forget the many a strange and curious lore section, over
When I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
Some have a gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door as.
" 'Some visitors Tis," I, "tapping at the door of my room muttered --
Only this, and nothing else. "
Ah, I cleaned this bleak in December, remember
And each separate dying ember on the floor, his ghost wrought.
I eagerly wish of the morning; - I sought in vain to borrow was
My books from the stagnation of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore --
Which is rare for first-and radiant angels named Lenore --
Here forever anonymous.
Each and purple silk curtain sad uncertain rustling
Thrilled me - filled me with fear spectacular never felt before;
So now, my heart is still beating to, I repeat, stood
" 'Some visitors at the entrance door of my room entreating Tis --
Some visitors late on the entrance door of my room entreating; --
That's it, nothing else. "
At present, my soul, strong growth, so now no more hesitation,
"Sir," I said, "or Madam, I really implore your forgiveness;
But the fact I, and so gently you came rapping was napping, is
And you very faintly tapping, tapping at the door of my room, come
I that I "Would you believe that was rarely heard - here I opened the door wider; --
Darkness is there, and nothing else.
This is actually pretty different, and it loses some of its rhyme and meter.
Here's the Original
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
And after English>German>English
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many quaint and curious volume of forgotten Lore,
While I nodded, almost Napping, suddenly came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this and nothing more. "
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each of dying ember wrought its mind on the ground.
I wish that the eagerly Morrow; - I had unsuccessfully tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sadness for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant girl, the angel named Lenore --
Nameless here forever.
Silken and the sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Excited me-me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, even the beating of my heart, I stood repeat
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door --
Some visitor entreating entrance late in my chamber door; --
This is it, and nothing more. "
At the moment my soul was stronger; reluctant then no more
'Sir,' I said, "or woman, really, I beg your forgiveness;
But the fact is, I was Napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so it was easy to intercept, the interception in my chamber door,
That I was nearly sure I heard you "- here I opened wide the door; --
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Seems pretty similar
This was English>Hindi>English
Once a midnight blue, while I, weak and tired pondered, but
Forget the many a strange and curious lore section, over
When I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
Some have a gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door as.
" 'Some visitors Tis," I, "tapping at the door of my room muttered --
Only this, and nothing else. "
Ah, I cleaned this bleak in December, remember
And each separate dying ember on the floor, his ghost wrought.
I eagerly wish of the morning; - I sought in vain to borrow was
My books from the stagnation of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore --
Which is rare for first-and radiant angels named Lenore --
Here forever anonymous.
Each and purple silk curtain sad uncertain rustling
Thrilled me - filled me with fear spectacular never felt before;
So now, my heart is still beating to, I repeat, stood
" 'Some visitors at the entrance door of my room entreating Tis --
Some visitors late on the entrance door of my room entreating; --
That's it, nothing else. "
At present, my soul, strong growth, so now no more hesitation,
"Sir," I said, "or Madam, I really implore your forgiveness;
But the fact I, and so gently you came rapping was napping, is
And you very faintly tapping, tapping at the door of my room, come
I that I "Would you believe that was rarely heard - here I opened the door wider; --
Darkness is there, and nothing else.
This is actually pretty different, and it loses some of its rhyme and meter.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Response 5
For response 5 I used a spoof news article that I wrote last year. I then used the shannonizer with god as an editor and came up with this.
Student’s attempted theft of Judah have no real harm was very good. “I always told her. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thus saith the situation under control. She seemed like a pomegranate split open, or something more sinister is believed it was a pomegranate split open, he said to have a friend of spices. The two were smitten down before me. “Luckily the next door neighbor saw what was very good. Bail is believed to my thigh. “She always told her behavior was very good. “I always told her behavior was very good. And the smiter and towards children of the 911 call reporting an attempted theft of the incident. Thou shalt not covet thy womb, and by the accused. Thou shalt not hold him guiltless. I thought that thou after my son of heaven and the LORD will not covet any time”, said when interviewed. Bail is thy feet, she wanted to my lord the congregation shall at this is set for $500,000. Maybe it was very good. Surely thou art my daughter! And the border of all kinds. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's. Two nations are ongoing, behold, and by unnamed bystander. “I never though she is that thou after 6:00 pm the name, while the king? And I will not take the next door neighbor saw what was very good. Whether the avenger of the earth, she is believed to remain anonymous said: Let my voice; for the fish, she just wanted to death. And I think she thought I know not commit adultery. -Reuters Morgantown City Police department had the Morgantown, she just wanted to my name of the accused was very good. Thou shalt not covet thy womb, while the daughters. But if the LORD, she wanted to cover up her behavior was very good.
I think it turned out pretty well. However, as with many of these algorithmic texts, they sometimes don't make a whole lot of sense. All in all, it turned out well and made a spoof news article a little bit more humorous. I played around with the god and the edgar allen poe as editor, butthe GOD version just seemed more funny.
Student’s attempted theft of Judah have no real harm was very good. “I always told her. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thus saith the situation under control. She seemed like a pomegranate split open, or something more sinister is believed it was a pomegranate split open, he said to have a friend of spices. The two were smitten down before me. “Luckily the next door neighbor saw what was very good. Bail is believed to my thigh. “She always told her behavior was very good. “I always told her behavior was very good. And the smiter and towards children of the 911 call reporting an attempted theft of the incident. Thou shalt not covet thy womb, and by the accused. Thou shalt not hold him guiltless. I thought that thou after my son of heaven and the LORD will not covet any time”, said when interviewed. Bail is thy feet, she wanted to my lord the congregation shall at this is set for $500,000. Maybe it was very good. Surely thou art my daughter! And the border of all kinds. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's. Two nations are ongoing, behold, and by unnamed bystander. “I never though she is that thou after 6:00 pm the name, while the king? And I will not take the next door neighbor saw what was very good. Whether the avenger of the earth, she is believed to remain anonymous said: Let my voice; for the fish, she just wanted to death. And I think she thought I know not commit adultery. -Reuters Morgantown City Police department had the Morgantown, she just wanted to my name of the accused was very good. Thou shalt not covet thy womb, while the daughters. But if the LORD, she wanted to cover up her behavior was very good.
I think it turned out pretty well. However, as with many of these algorithmic texts, they sometimes don't make a whole lot of sense. All in all, it turned out well and made a spoof news article a little bit more humorous. I played around with the god and the edgar allen poe as editor, butthe GOD version just seemed more funny.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Metatext and Project 2
Well, I ended up scrapping both of my original idea's for project 2. I decided, instead, to create a short movie with pictures and movie clips of my own (some old, some new), that documented a journey of one fictional evening to find something comedic.
In my minds eye this turned out really well. I had all of my own pictures and some videos that I thought were humorous interspersed. along with some text ushering the viewer from one location to another. It was coming together really well, but then I started to hit the dreaded technological snags.
These mainly had to do with sound. I had some areas of my clips where I wanted the sound from the video to be heard, where others I didn't want the sound from the video. This was a cause of endless frustration to me. I'm sure it's a simple fix in Windows Movie Maker, but I was unable to do it. The only options I saw either wiped out sound from the movie clips altogether, or not at all.
I was also concerned about length. Through putting it together it was reaching 4-5 minutes in length, and I was worried about file size, and whether it was actually going to be worth sitting through (somethings that may be amusing to me, may not be to others). So I cut it down, to a little less than three minutes. However, because of this it may be too short. I don't know, time will tell.
However, sound issues are there, in the last video clip my camera picked up people talking next to me which I would really prefer not to be there, as it isn't relevant, nor appropriate. Therefore, I am going to upload the current version of my project, but I also hope to get some technical help with Movie Maker, and I may upload an "extended edition" this afternoon after I get done with my class that will have sound issues fixed and won't worry about length.
In my minds eye this turned out really well. I had all of my own pictures and some videos that I thought were humorous interspersed. along with some text ushering the viewer from one location to another. It was coming together really well, but then I started to hit the dreaded technological snags.
These mainly had to do with sound. I had some areas of my clips where I wanted the sound from the video to be heard, where others I didn't want the sound from the video. This was a cause of endless frustration to me. I'm sure it's a simple fix in Windows Movie Maker, but I was unable to do it. The only options I saw either wiped out sound from the movie clips altogether, or not at all.
I was also concerned about length. Through putting it together it was reaching 4-5 minutes in length, and I was worried about file size, and whether it was actually going to be worth sitting through (somethings that may be amusing to me, may not be to others). So I cut it down, to a little less than three minutes. However, because of this it may be too short. I don't know, time will tell.
However, sound issues are there, in the last video clip my camera picked up people talking next to me which I would really prefer not to be there, as it isn't relevant, nor appropriate. Therefore, I am going to upload the current version of my project, but I also hope to get some technical help with Movie Maker, and I may upload an "extended edition" this afternoon after I get done with my class that will have sound issues fixed and won't worry about length.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Project 2
At this stage late in the game I am still unsure about what my second project will actually end up like. I have played around with the idea of making a video with my camera that will look at different point of views of the same thing that will illustrate how events can be perceived differently based on the POV. I have also thought about creating a comic strip of sorts, not using my own drawings, but pictures and such to tell a story. At this time I am still undecided, and face a lot of work either way this afternoon to get something done that I am comfortable with.
I am not sure how I want to put a complete project together with these two ideas. With the video, I'm not sure whether or not I will be able to convey a message properly. With the comic strip I'm not sure I how I will integrate sound/animation in a way that will make sense to the reader. Thus I am at a crossroads. I don't know whether I should just select on project and work on it, or whether I should scrap both and start fresh. Either way the clock is ticking.
I am not sure how I want to put a complete project together with these two ideas. With the video, I'm not sure whether or not I will be able to convey a message properly. With the comic strip I'm not sure I how I will integrate sound/animation in a way that will make sense to the reader. Thus I am at a crossroads. I don't know whether I should just select on project and work on it, or whether I should scrap both and start fresh. Either way the clock is ticking.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Poem Response
As of about 11:20 am I am still unable to get my microphone from my headset to work. I think it may be broken. Hopefully I can get this working by later today so I can post something.
Edit: Hopefully this works.
The poem I chose to record was the first two stanzas of the poem describing the condemnation of Guy Fawkes. The first stanza became very well known with the release of V for Vendetta.
The entire poem is as follows:
Remember, remember the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot
I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holler boys, holler boys, ring bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys, God Save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o'cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say old Pope is dead
Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!
I don't know why I really chose this poem, other than it's always seemed interesting to me since the first time I heard the first stanza in V for Vendetta. My recording sounds alright to me, but who am I to judge. I haven't yet played around with it using audacity, but perhaps I will have a go at that later on.
http://www.clc.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/center/V.wav/download
Edit: Hopefully this works.
The poem I chose to record was the first two stanzas of the poem describing the condemnation of Guy Fawkes. The first stanza became very well known with the release of V for Vendetta.
The entire poem is as follows:
Remember, remember the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot
I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holler boys, holler boys, ring bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys, God Save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o'cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say old Pope is dead
Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!
I don't know why I really chose this poem, other than it's always seemed interesting to me since the first time I heard the first stanza in V for Vendetta. My recording sounds alright to me, but who am I to judge. I haven't yet played around with it using audacity, but perhaps I will have a go at that later on.
http://www.clc.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/center/V.wav/download
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thoughts on Project 2
Project 2 is an interesting one. The idea of meshing a comic like narrative with sound and maybe some rudimentary animation is an appealing one. I don't know yet what direction I want to take, as my artistic skills are severely limited to say the least. I will most certainly have to make use of "amplification through simplification" as it is really the only option available to me. I like the idea of telling a story to get a point across to the reader. Now I just have to come up with the point I want to make and tell a story to get there. Easier said than done, I think.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
McClouds Amplification through Simplification
McClouds Amplification through Simplification is an interesting concept because it allows people to apply their imaginations to any simple image and make it what they want it to be. It allows for much more freedom when reading/looking at the these unique works. You are not constrained by the artist's image of what a character/thing should look like. In explodingdog, this is especially true as the artist uses very simple stick figures, and yet you are able to get a lot out of these pictures anyway. Despite how simple they are I was able to gain a whole slew of emotions from humor to empathy. Explodingdog is truly amplification through simplification.
For todays works (9/16/08) the work's that probably best use Amplification through Simplification are The Night of Melvyns Murder and Landscapes. Both works use simple and crude artwork to get the point across. The Night of Melvyns Murder perhaps uses more detail than is needed, but it is still simplistic enough that you can use your imagination to hone the image of the characters. In landscapes, all the shapes, sounds, and colors are very simple and it does well to get the point across.
For todays works (9/16/08) the work's that probably best use Amplification through Simplification are The Night of Melvyns Murder and Landscapes. Both works use simple and crude artwork to get the point across. The Night of Melvyns Murder perhaps uses more detail than is needed, but it is still simplistic enough that you can use your imagination to hone the image of the characters. In landscapes, all the shapes, sounds, and colors are very simple and it does well to get the point across.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Project 1 Metatext and Image
With this project I wanted to have a fade from blackness to a lighter shade. I wanted to do this as I believe that it helps describe the past year for me in a number of ways.
The first way, I believe that this dark to light fade describes this past year is the way that I have come out of a self-imposed "darkness" and have become more socially outgoing than I ever have been in the past. It was very difficult to do, and I wanted to convey a kind of ebb and flow of the darker shades and the lighter shades, as if they were myself going back and forth on whether or not I made an effort to go out with friends.
The second way that this image and concrete text describes the past year for me has to do with the different feelings that going out on a weekend with your friends can evoke. The ones I chose to focus on were emotion, power, and faith. When I first started going out, the only thing that I could think of was how suffocating it was. The darkness, masses of people, and cigarette smoke made for a suffocating environment that I was not comfortable in. Power, was the second feeling that I decided to focus on, and that had to do with responsibility and independence from anyone but yourself. You alone are responsible for your actions, and with this brought a certain sense of empowerment. The third feeling was that of faith, and I chose this because of the way people feel when the night has been a horrible one. Where everything that can go wrong has gone wrong. I'm sure most people have experienced nights like these, and often times the only thing that makes it better is the faith that the sun will rise again.
For this concrete text/image I started out using power point. With power point I created my base of having a black background with a circle in the center that was a lighter shade of grey. The text was also created in power point. I then saved the slide as a jpeg and manipulated it with gimp, mainly using different brushes and smudging tools.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Concrete Writing
I'm not entirely sure what I am going to write yet, but I have some ideas.
I was thinking along the lines of a fade both visually and through the meaning of the words. From light to dark or along those lines. I'm still not sure on the shape, or how I am going to impliment the fading of light to dark yet.
I am also planning to use italics and use of lower/upper case letters to emphasize certain words or phrases.
Edit for in Class Writing:
This is the first project of the class and I like the fact that direction is given, but freedom to write how you want and about whatever you want is granted as well. This project seems like it will allow me to exercise my creativity that often lies dormant with being a Biology Major.
A trial with power point
I was thinking along the lines of a fade both visually and through the meaning of the words. From light to dark or along those lines. I'm still not sure on the shape, or how I am going to impliment the fading of light to dark yet.
I am also planning to use italics and use of lower/upper case letters to emphasize certain words or phrases.
Edit for in Class Writing:
This is the first project of the class and I like the fact that direction is given, but freedom to write how you want and about whatever you want is granted as well. This project seems like it will allow me to exercise my creativity that often lies dormant with being a Biology Major.
A trial with power point
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Online "Digital Age" Autobiography
I don't actually remember a specific first experience with the web. It's more of a shift in my life from a time when I did not use computers or the internet (up to age 5-6) to a time that I did. Since that time technology and the internet has become essential in my life. From having a typewriter in my house to word processing on a computer. From the days of watching TV and being at the whim of whats on now (though I still am) to the first time I was able to watch streaming TV shows and movies-on demand all with the coming of broadband internet connections.
I don't tend to do a lot of exploring on the internet, however I do spend a couple hours a day perusing my favorite sites. I have a series of websites that I visit regularly which are mainly concerned with my favorite sports teams (WVU, and Miami Dolphins), the latest news, latest technology news, information about up and coming movies and books I may be interested in, and social networking.
I wouldn't call my self a "techie" as I don't quite have the funds to keep up with all the latest and greatest new technologies. I do however know my way around computers, and have built a few including my current machine.
For better or for worse the internet has become a daily part of my life.
I don't tend to do a lot of exploring on the internet, however I do spend a couple hours a day perusing my favorite sites. I have a series of websites that I visit regularly which are mainly concerned with my favorite sports teams (WVU, and Miami Dolphins), the latest news, latest technology news, information about up and coming movies and books I may be interested in, and social networking.
I wouldn't call my self a "techie" as I don't quite have the funds to keep up with all the latest and greatest new technologies. I do however know my way around computers, and have built a few including my current machine.
For better or for worse the internet has become a daily part of my life.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)