Under the Influence

I thoroughly enjoyed our last class.  The subject shifted to a criticism of the class itself, and though I disagreed with the criticism that was put forth, I rather enjoy the change it has inspired.  It was a very fun subject, and I enjoyed putting in my two cents.  Due to the extra freedom in my brain cells, I came up with a way better final project idea than what I'd already decided on doing.

River's Edge

As much as I'd like to say it isn't the case, I have to admit that my I get my inspiration from alcohol.  That's not to say that it's the basis of my inspiration, but it is what allows the inspiration to flow.  It's as if I bullshit myself so much, that I need the alcohol to filter the bullshit out so I can know what my real emotions are.  Once I get to that point, I am good to go.



Jacob's inspiration is pretty decent. I would agree that the city can be pretty beautiful with its lights and architecture, but the thing I like to think about is what cities will be like after they've been given back to nature.  It's nice to look at the world and see what man has accomplished, but there isn't really anything mysterious about it.  I'd like to think of what it will become once nature has taken it back and made it its own again.  I think that would be something to really enjoy.  I like to imagine future people finding these places, talking about their theories of how aliens helped to build our skyscrapers and shit.  Once they have that added mystery and strangeness, they will be more inspirational to me.  Right now, I suppose I can appreciate what they are and recognize their beauty, but there isn't really a whole lot I find inspiring about them.  There is one thing I do find inspirational about them, and that is the nightlife, drinking and meeting people.  I feel like it's a good place to find colorful and interesting groups of people.  I think the homeless population gives the city flavor, but the city, buildings and such (as Jacob seems to see it) doesn't do a whole lot for me on the inspiration side of life.

The Brotherhood of Justice

I brought a Keanu Reeves poster to class.  I had no idea what to do to show who I thought I was or wasn't, so I thought it would be nice to do something somewhat random.  I figured I could do something that might have been stupid and let everyone in class judge me, because I figured if I couldn't show who I thought I was, I'd let others tell me who they thought I was, based on a poster I didn't put any effort into.  I didn't really get much of a response from the class, which I should have known would happen.  It's not that the class didn't care, I think the problem was that I just didn't really present anything worth responding to.  Beth did respond in a way that made me relate to the class the fact that I knew what they knew about me, which is very little (or maybe a lot if we're looking at this sideways).  Anyway, showing that I didn't know or have anything of value reflected my own confusion about myself, which means that my lack of a reasonable project perfectly resonates with who I think I am and who I might actually be.  By doing this project, I revealed myself far more than I think I could have by actually putting forth the effort to bullshit through an assignment.

Flying

After seeing the trees this past week, I have decided to make some trees of my own.  The trees I made aren't literal trees, and I didn't really make them either.  I just put them together.  I think I will have trouble explaining my project, which would mean it is a success and reflect perfectly who I think I am.

Young Again

Class was amazing this time.  I've had many opportunities to see the tree display at Herron, and I've always just told myself, "Sometime." Anywho, I was thinking about where an inappropriate to shit might be in the exhibit, and I realized that pretty much anywhere would do, which made me realize that my idea wasn't really that creative at all.  I noticed that everything looked way more interesting to me while I was lying on my back.

During the discussion something strange happened to me.  I suddenly knew exactly what I was going to do for my final project.  I don't think it even had anything to do with that part of the discussion, but it worked for me, and now I'm really happy and hope my project isn't too shitty to do 4rill and get a good grade and shit.

Act of Vengeance

I believe that this assignment isn't bullshit (it even says so in the instructions), because Beth obviously spend some time typing the shit out.  I tend to think freedom is a good thing in most capacities.  I think this could easily have been a bullshit assignment if the assignment were to simply not go to class and do anything else, but there is a lot more to it.  Having read all the way through the instructions, the time spent outside of class is going to leave me thinking about class and what I need to be doing.

As with most projects, I am somewhat fearful of the time and effort I am going to have to put forth in order to complete it.  At the same time, the freedom and openness that accompanies this class really takes a lot of that fear away.  I'd say that there is enough fear to keep me motivated to do things, and there is enough freedom to keep me from being crushed by my fear.

If there is one thing I feel from this assignment, I would have to say it is relief.  I also feel a little conflicted since this assignment also reminds me that I have shit that I need to get done.

Youngblood

Today's class was (I mean is) nice. I didn't do anything, but I do know what I'm going to do.  The concept of the class is very nice.  It reminds me of the Innovation Time Off policy at Google.  It is mandatory for Google employees to spend 20% of their work time working on anything they want, which has led to the creation of many of their most popular products.  I think it's nice to be able to work on something when it isn't something someone is forcing you to do.  I feel more creative already.  I need to write a paper for one of my other classes, and I'm going to take this time to use my extra creativity to bullshit my way through it.