I felt like drawn into this project due to the fact that two people in the class new something no one else knew about it. I like secrets, but I don't like secrets that others are keeping from me. Coincidentally I needed to to know immediately what was going on, so I started doing Google Goggles searches from the classroom. This took me nowhere in my quest for the answer.
I've spent a lot of time wondering how it pertains to class. Of course I could see that a lot of this stuff is seeing old things in a very sideways manner. The shared clothing is a very different twist to an old way of doing shit. I sure did enjoy some of the concepts they had to offer.
To find clues, I went to the Pantalaine website. It seemed half-way legit, but there were still things about it that didn't quite add up. I finally got the break I wanted when I looked up the locations of the store. The map they show isn't too revealing. Luckily, we are still left with the options to switch to satellite view and zoom. What I discovered nearly turned my world upside-down. Instead of being in a building, the marker on the maps puts the Pantalaine Family Store in the middle of a wooded area behind someone's house. It became clear to me that someone wanted us dead.
I'm not 100% sure of the point of this project, but I am 100% sure there is a point. I think it's nice that the Pantalaine thing showed normal things with a simple twist that would bring people closer together, so perhaps we're supposed to see the way a simple alteration to something can completely change its function. Sadly, I didn't look at anything else, which means I'm probably entirely wrong about what was going on.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Letting Go
I enjoyed class today.
It was nice.
I had a lot of fun.
Everyone made me feel very comfortable.
The two boys in the corner ate burritos even though the sign above our heads says not to.
No one got hurt.
There was some bullshit.
It was a blast.
It really got fun when we had to put our favorite movies up on the board. I think only a few people in the classroom realized I put more than one, because I didn't feel like people were putting enough Keanu Reeves movies up. I even got to find a nice young lady to come into our area to pick her favorite. I like getting up and doing things. I move my legs and they pump blood back up into my torso, and I feel much healthier as a result. I probably burned a good 500 calories in class today. I'd say that's a big plus.
Our new project is very interesting. The fact that two people are keeping a secret from me has really gotten my attention, and I feel I won't be able to rest until I discover the real meaning behind the articles we looked at in class.
It was nice.
I had a lot of fun.
Everyone made me feel very comfortable.
The two boys in the corner ate burritos even though the sign above our heads says not to.
No one got hurt.
There was some bullshit.
It was a blast.
It really got fun when we had to put our favorite movies up on the board. I think only a few people in the classroom realized I put more than one, because I didn't feel like people were putting enough Keanu Reeves movies up. I even got to find a nice young lady to come into our area to pick her favorite. I like getting up and doing things. I move my legs and they pump blood back up into my torso, and I feel much healthier as a result. I probably burned a good 500 calories in class today. I'd say that's a big plus.
Our new project is very interesting. The fact that two people are keeping a secret from me has really gotten my attention, and I feel I won't be able to rest until I discover the real meaning behind the articles we looked at in class.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Work
So, I've really been hating my life when I am at work or thinking about my job, and lately have been bringing up the possibility of killing myself with my fellow employees. This is what I have come up with so far.
I would like to hollow out my eye sockets and insert explosives to see what kind of results I get. My coworker, Craig, showed great enthusiasm in helping me with such a task.
I am constantly telling Amy, a cashier, that I want to shoot myself in the face. She has been making jokes about it lately, as if she thinks it's a laughing matter. She's right.
I just told Cassie, another cashier, that I'd like to be in an accident that would leave me paralyzed, preventing me from coming back to work.
My friend, Deanna, told me the other day that she worries about me sometimes. I asked her what she meant by that, and she claimed I was self-destructive. She's the only one who doesn't seem to get that it's a joke. I've never really done anything to hurt myself intentionally. I've never shot myself in the face or hollowed out my eyes. It is nice to have someone care enough to consider the possibilities instead of just laughing though.
I heard on a program on The History Channel about Abraham Lincoln that the former president would often threaten to hang himself from a tree in the White House lawn when someone was doing something to piss him off. That is why he is my favorite president.
The nice thing about living is that, no matter how bad things get, there is always a way out.
A couple of days later...
After writing my blog entry, I thought it made me sound a little weird, but I've just started watching Harold and Maude for the first time. The movie really seems to speak my language, as I was quickly hooked into the movie by Harold's constant suicides. I recently told someone at work that if it weren't for wedding receptions, I would strongly prefer funerals. And goddamn, here I am watching a movie about a young man with the same feelings about shit. I feel like in a way, I am the creative force behind this movie and should have a check coming in the mail from Paramount Pictures.
I would like to hollow out my eye sockets and insert explosives to see what kind of results I get. My coworker, Craig, showed great enthusiasm in helping me with such a task.
I am constantly telling Amy, a cashier, that I want to shoot myself in the face. She has been making jokes about it lately, as if she thinks it's a laughing matter. She's right.
I just told Cassie, another cashier, that I'd like to be in an accident that would leave me paralyzed, preventing me from coming back to work.
My friend, Deanna, told me the other day that she worries about me sometimes. I asked her what she meant by that, and she claimed I was self-destructive. She's the only one who doesn't seem to get that it's a joke. I've never really done anything to hurt myself intentionally. I've never shot myself in the face or hollowed out my eyes. It is nice to have someone care enough to consider the possibilities instead of just laughing though.
I heard on a program on The History Channel about Abraham Lincoln that the former president would often threaten to hang himself from a tree in the White House lawn when someone was doing something to piss him off. That is why he is my favorite president.
The nice thing about living is that, no matter how bad things get, there is always a way out.
A couple of days later...
After writing my blog entry, I thought it made me sound a little weird, but I've just started watching Harold and Maude for the first time. The movie really seems to speak my language, as I was quickly hooked into the movie by Harold's constant suicides. I recently told someone at work that if it weren't for wedding receptions, I would strongly prefer funerals. And goddamn, here I am watching a movie about a young man with the same feelings about shit. I feel like in a way, I am the creative force behind this movie and should have a check coming in the mail from Paramount Pictures.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Rust
Today in class, we talked about religious beliefs. I used to have beliefs (like the belief that religion is stupid), but now I don't. I felt like chiming in at times, but I was afraid I might mess something up with the flow of things. Actually, I did chime in a few times. It was a decent class, I feel like it really came together when we started talking about how our class exists as a group, and how the group is different from other class groups and how our group really seems to get along really well. I was going to stay for Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed, but I was way behind on a project for my photography class, and I had just seen Expelled a couple of weeks before, so I wasn't really missing out.
I enjoyed Expelled much more than I had expected I would. I found that the director, Nathan Frankowski, did a good job at making many of the claims in the film appear to be accurate, and he gets even bigger props for making it entertaining as well.
I had been wanting to see Expelled for a while, my interest stemming from the pleasure I have had from watching a Michael Moore film and learning the techniques he uses to create a truly convincing piece of propaganda. The reason I took so long to get around to watching Expelled is that I was quite sure that the logic in the film would be entirely lacking. When I did get around to watching it, the first thing I noticed was that Stein makes claims with little backing evidence. The fact that the evidence was left out of the narrative led me to believe that it was being left out because it either didn't help their case or went against it completely. After researching Richard Sternberg, I found that the latter was the case. Read "For the Record" here and a detailed breakdown of this part of the movie here.
What separates Nathan Frankowski from Michael Moore is that Michael Moore spins things his way with the heavy use of montage, letting viewers assume things without actually telling us, while Frankowski simply presents us with straight up lies to get his point across. But, as I said before, the film is still entertaining, and I maintain that films are meant to be entertaining, which is why Expelled still holds up as a decent film in my book.
The down side of the way this film is compiled is that the issue they are dealing with seems to be an issue they created themselves. If there really is a problem with people being dealt with the way they claim in the film, we don't know who they are and don't know that it is really a problem. If it really was an issue, why wouldn't the filmmakers talk to the people who are really being discriminated against. If there are people being treated like this, then they should get to have a voice, but the lack of evidence in the film leads me to believe that this issue does not exist, at least not on the scale it appears to be in the movie.
If we are trying to examine the points the film is trying to make, I would only disagree with one of them. That point is the connection made between the Holocaust and Darwinism. I won't go into that issue because I've already written too much on the subject on this movie, and I feel most people would be able to see pretty easily the problems with this argument.
A good day to yous.
I enjoyed Expelled much more than I had expected I would. I found that the director, Nathan Frankowski, did a good job at making many of the claims in the film appear to be accurate, and he gets even bigger props for making it entertaining as well.
I had been wanting to see Expelled for a while, my interest stemming from the pleasure I have had from watching a Michael Moore film and learning the techniques he uses to create a truly convincing piece of propaganda. The reason I took so long to get around to watching Expelled is that I was quite sure that the logic in the film would be entirely lacking. When I did get around to watching it, the first thing I noticed was that Stein makes claims with little backing evidence. The fact that the evidence was left out of the narrative led me to believe that it was being left out because it either didn't help their case or went against it completely. After researching Richard Sternberg, I found that the latter was the case. Read "For the Record" here and a detailed breakdown of this part of the movie here.
What separates Nathan Frankowski from Michael Moore is that Michael Moore spins things his way with the heavy use of montage, letting viewers assume things without actually telling us, while Frankowski simply presents us with straight up lies to get his point across. But, as I said before, the film is still entertaining, and I maintain that films are meant to be entertaining, which is why Expelled still holds up as a decent film in my book.
The down side of the way this film is compiled is that the issue they are dealing with seems to be an issue they created themselves. If there really is a problem with people being dealt with the way they claim in the film, we don't know who they are and don't know that it is really a problem. If it really was an issue, why wouldn't the filmmakers talk to the people who are really being discriminated against. If there are people being treated like this, then they should get to have a voice, but the lack of evidence in the film leads me to believe that this issue does not exist, at least not on the scale it appears to be in the movie.
If we are trying to examine the points the film is trying to make, I would only disagree with one of them. That point is the connection made between the Holocaust and Darwinism. I won't go into that issue because I've already written too much on the subject on this movie, and I feel most people would be able to see pretty easily the problems with this argument.
A good day to yous.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Pop-tarts
The only things I really look at as sacred are the relationships I have with people who accept me for being the asshole I am. This is really the only constant thing I really care about. I care about a lot of other things, but my feelings and opinions about things change from day to day. There are different sides to different debates, and I really see things from different sides depending on my situation.
I don't follow any religion, and I'm entirely against the idea of organized religion. I think it's bad for the mind the way candy is bad for the teeth. I don't think my view on religion fits in in any way with the way I view my friends. Maybe my lack of belief in anything supernatural gives more importance to the things that are actually present in my life. Either way, I think friendship would be pretty important to most people.
I don't have any fears about this project, other than coming up with an idea for it. I don't see why opening up about it would harm me or offend anyone else. I'm sure a lot of people would agree with me despite what their own beliefs might be.
I decided to write a poem.
I don't follow any religion, and I'm entirely against the idea of organized religion. I think it's bad for the mind the way candy is bad for the teeth. I don't think my view on religion fits in in any way with the way I view my friends. Maybe my lack of belief in anything supernatural gives more importance to the things that are actually present in my life. Either way, I think friendship would be pretty important to most people.
I don't have any fears about this project, other than coming up with an idea for it. I don't see why opening up about it would harm me or offend anyone else. I'm sure a lot of people would agree with me despite what their own beliefs might be.
I decided to write a poem.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Marky Mark
There are several things I'd like to do during class to scare the shit out of everyone. The sad thing is, the kind of stuff I come up with is the kind of stuff that would get someone killed or me arrested. This makes it very difficult to come up with something that would scare people that would be legal and not completely stupid. I thought maybe making out with a guy in class would be a good idea, but the fact that bigotry is pretty much nonexistent in today's world means that there would be no homophobes to scare in the classroom. I find this very sad because I feel this would have been the perfect experiment. With no other ideas about something to do 4rill, I have decided to make it appear that I am doing something terribly disgusting (and probably illegal) while not actually doing so (making it perfectly legal).
I feel that much of what other people are doing is using fear tactics based on the unknown. I'm going to create fear based on the known, and hopefully people will fall for it. Fear of the unknown is one thing, but fear of the known is something else, because one knows exactly what he or she is dealing with, and the response will maybe show a lot about the person's personality. I'm hoping people will scream and maybe cry.
Update:
Sadly, no one cried when I passed around my supposed shit. I got a few people guessing what it was, but people didn't freak out at all really. That was my goal. I failed to do what I had planned. Even if I don't get a zero on this project, I will feel like a complete failure for the rest of my life.
The guy who set his hand on fire and shit was about to eat the brownie, until I told him that it had been up my ass. That was pretty funny. It was pretty much the only reaction I got to it. The Lloyd came over and didn't care what it was. He was going to eat it. I think that was nice of him.
If I could do it over again, I would bring in real shit. No one really even cared that that's what it might have actually been anyway. If it really was, it would be even better when people started smelling it and trying to eat it and shit.
And then:
The number one thing that I responded to was the thing the one girl did where I had to get in a box. It was very relaxing despite the uncomfortable position I was in. The lights in the room were off, ad it was even darker in the box. My only complaint was that I wasn't kept in the box for the full en minutes as I was promised.
This project was nice, because I though about taking a shit in the box while I was in it, making her project my project at the same time. Sadly, I couldn't think of a way to do it without making a mess, so I just decided to (not) do that for my project.
I feel that much of what other people are doing is using fear tactics based on the unknown. I'm going to create fear based on the known, and hopefully people will fall for it. Fear of the unknown is one thing, but fear of the known is something else, because one knows exactly what he or she is dealing with, and the response will maybe show a lot about the person's personality. I'm hoping people will scream and maybe cry.
Update:
Sadly, no one cried when I passed around my supposed shit. I got a few people guessing what it was, but people didn't freak out at all really. That was my goal. I failed to do what I had planned. Even if I don't get a zero on this project, I will feel like a complete failure for the rest of my life.
The guy who set his hand on fire and shit was about to eat the brownie, until I told him that it had been up my ass. That was pretty funny. It was pretty much the only reaction I got to it. The Lloyd came over and didn't care what it was. He was going to eat it. I think that was nice of him.
If I could do it over again, I would bring in real shit. No one really even cared that that's what it might have actually been anyway. If it really was, it would be even better when people started smelling it and trying to eat it and shit.
And then:
The number one thing that I responded to was the thing the one girl did where I had to get in a box. It was very relaxing despite the uncomfortable position I was in. The lights in the room were off, ad it was even darker in the box. My only complaint was that I wasn't kept in the box for the full en minutes as I was promised.
This project was nice, because I though about taking a shit in the box while I was in it, making her project my project at the same time. Sadly, I couldn't think of a way to do it without making a mess, so I just decided to (not) do that for my project.
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