Monday, 28 February 2011
Rip Danyal
Music for Studying?
I wonder if this really helps anyone
Perspective: Columbine
Here's the website to a documentary shot about the Collegiate Times, the on-campus newspaper for Virginia Tech and the amazing work they did documenting and guiding their university through a time of extreme peril and the story for all of it. Perhaps I'll try to drive this one into some sort of story for the Decameron. Who knows?
- Kenneth
My grandpas story
Both of my great grandparents came over to the united states from italy during the early 1900's. They ended up settling in a mostly Italian neighborhood in east Harlem. My grandpa had 8 other brothers and sisters that all had to live in a small apartment. He told me how about the depression was and how everyone was poor. He even said his teacher would bring him sandwiches to school because sometimes he wouldn't have any lunch.
Almost every Christmas he tells me to be happy with whatever I get and he jokes around saying he'd be lucky if he got coal for christmas because at least it'd keep him warm. He said one year he actually got an orange for Christmas. Yeah an orange, something that someone would have for breakfast on a normal day. So you should always be happy with whatever you have because someone out there has it much worse off.
My awesome cousins
A few weeks ago my dad got my cousins to drive me back to the campus. It was 11 pm at night and I finally got back on campus at around 12 to 1 am. On the way there my cousin would occasionally get road rage, which was hilarious, she got irritated because some driver was tail-gating her car. As we were passing the darkest part of the highway, my other cousin was talking about her adventure when she went to a rural state and how she heard a scary story about a dark area on the highway. Obviously, the setting of the ghost story was similar to the area we were passing through and so my cousin offered me if I wanted to hear the story. I quickly answered “No”, but she said “okay I’ll tell you anyways.”
The story was, there were a bunch of nuns on a school bus driving at night; the highway was pitched black. All of a sudden they saw a lady in a white gown in the middle of the highway. Like good nuns they got off the bus and try to offer the lady help, but then they realized that the woman did not have any feet.
After hearing the story, I yelled at my cousin for telling me such a story but she just laughed it off. Then a few days ago my cousin told me that when she dropped me off campus, they got lost for two hours. This is what I call karma.
Oh spring...
It’s just the beginning of March and it already feels like spring. Do not get me wrong I love spring, but not the part where the sky is grey and gloomy and the floor is full of giant puddles. Other than that spring is a lovely season where everything blooms, but beware of allergies. I know many of my friends hate spring because of the many types of pollen in the air. I’ve seen my sister suffer from allergies, it seemed painful with all the snuffling, watery eyes, and rashes. I could say I am a little excited for spring because I do not favor the cold weather. This year had more snow than I have ever seen in my life and I hope there would not be any more snow… Another reason why I favor the early coming of spring is that it would feel as if school would be ending soon and the blazing heat of summer would be swarming in fast as ever. I cannot wait for the summer to come although there is no school, it is time to job hunt.
Powerpoint presentation of my idea
Late For Class (Part II)
COLLEGE life
AA
Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic. He's also one of my favorite writers. True to Ockham's razor, Bukowski combines the angst of life other writers seek out but in a simple way. His language is crisp but even with his short sentences, his impact stays.
My favorite poem of his:
Let It Enfold You
By Charles Bukowski
either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.
I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed,in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
friends,
I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.
peace an happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
an
addled
mind.
but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn't different
from the
others, I was the same,
they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
greivances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.
cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.
maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.
I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenous magic parts
open for the
asking.
I re formulated
I don't know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occured.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,
I did'nt have to prove
anything.
I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.
I began to feel good,
I began to feel good
in the worst situations
and there were plenty
of those.
like say, the boss
behind his desk,
he is going to have
to fire me.
I've missed too many
days.
he is dressed in a
suit, necktie, glasses,
he says, "I am going
to have to let you go"
"it's all right" I tell
him.
He must do what he
must do, he has a
wife, a house, children.
expenses, most probably
a girlfreind.
I am sorry for him
he is caught.
I walk onto the blazing
sunshine.
the whole day is
mine
temporailiy,
anyhow.
(the whole world is at the
throat of the world,
everybody feels angry,
short-changed, cheated,
everybody is despondent,
dissillusioned)
I welcomed shots of
peace, tattered shards of
happiness.
I embraced that stuff
like the hottest number,
like high heels, breasts,
singing,the
works.
(dont get me wrong,
there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism
that overlooks all
basic problems just for
the sake of
itself-
this is a shield and a
sickness.)
The knife got near my
throat again,
I almost turned on the
gas
again
but when the good
moments arrived
again
I did'nt fight them off
like an alley
adversary.
I let them take me,
i luxuriated in them,
I bade them welcome
home.
I even looked into
the mirror
once having thought
myself to be
ugly,
I now liked what
I saw,almost
handsome, yes,
a bit ripped and
ragged,
scares, lumps,
odd turns,
but all in all,
not too bad,
almost handsome,
better at least than
some of those movie
star faces
like the cheeks of
a baby's
butt.
and finally I discovered
real feelings of
others,
unheralded,
like lately,
like this morning,
as I was leaving,
for the track,
i saw my wife in bed,
just the
shape of
her head there
(not forgetting
centuries of the living
and the dead and
the dying,
the pyramids,
Mozart dead
but his music still
there in the
room, weeds growing,
the earth turning,
the toteboard waiting for
me)
I saw the shape of my
wife's head,
she so still,
I ached for her life,
just being there
under the
covers.
I kissed her in the,
forehead,
got down the stairway,
got outside,
got into my marvelous
car,
fixed the seatbelt,
backed out the
drive.
feeling warm to
the fingertips,
down to my
foot on the gas
pedal,
I entered the world
once
more,
drove down the
hill
past the houses
full and empty
of
people,
I saw the mailman,
honked,
he waved
back
at me.
It's a wonderful poem, very true to Bukowski's essence. I've always had a soft spot for Bukowski. From his short stories and various novels, I feel like I know who he is. He acts rude but he does little things that show how truly great of a person he is. He drank a lot. He disrespected women. He didn't respect authority. However, he had a gentle soul. He cared for animals and for people who really needed it.
On the outside, he looked like a grumpy drunk. And, I'll admit, I hate watching his YouTube clips, especially the one where he kicks his woman. But beneath all of that, there was a sensitive person. He was compassionate and empathetic. His problem was he was afraid of his emotions. He guzzled booze but he couldn't escape his sensitivity. Just read his poem "Bluebird."
Living Zombie
It's funny how sometimes I think I make more sense when I'm writing as I'm half awake, but I think that's just delirium talking right now. I'm just counting down the minutes 'til I can have my next coffee. I'm not used to this sleep deprivation for the semester, but this week has been jam packed with projects, homework, and midterms to study for. I know that even though I'm tired now, I'll probably get a second wind soon. I hate this because it tricks my body into thinking I don't need to sleep when in reality I am in desperate need of it.
Is this what it's like to be the living dead? Not truly dead, but not truly alive either. Everything is a blur, eyelids are heavy...
Late For Class (Part I)
We lost track of time working on vlogs for class. Once we realized what time it was we had to rush to class...
Fake Freestyle
Nowadays it seems like anyone can make it in the music industry, luckily we still have people like Common, Talib Kweli, Nas, Kanye West, and etc.
Quit While You're Ahead
What I've learned from their fighting is that although both parties had good points, they both had flaws in their arguments. Nobody likes admitting that they're wrong, but having to hear their constant bickering back and forth was giving me and headache. I realized that as we become more comfortable with people, a rebuttal such as "Because I want to" or "Well why can't I?" now becomes perfectly valid -- kind of like the dynamic between teenagers and their parents. What is it about our egos that makes it so hard to swallow our pride and apologize or admit that we were wrong?
For me, on several occasions, I know that I could have avoided putting myself into a bad situation had I just apologized instead of trying to prove my blatantly incorrect point. I suppose it's something we all inherently understand, but our stubborn selves won't let us actually put this knowledge into action.
Dirty First Floor Bathrooms
Vitamins, Sleep, & Exercise
That's why I'm so glad that this semester has been a brand new start. I sleep an average of 7 hours per night, except on days where I'm pushing myself to complete many different tasks for different classes. Alongside with my fixed sleeping schedule, I've also been supplementing vitamin tablets into my daily diet. I didn't think it would really do anything for me at first, but since I've been continually taking my vitamins, I've been more alert in class and energized for other tasks throughout my day.
While I've been skipping out on exercise, I still try to make a trip to the gym every now and then to keep my body in shape, and my mind mentally focused. It's hard to work up a sweat at first but once you get into gear, working out is rewarding in so many ways.
I honestly never thought that sleep, vitamins, and exercise would affect my life so adversely. I somehow convinced myself that sleep wasn't as important as getting my work done until I realized that I would be getting my work done more efficiently if I had slept better! I've had trouble with staying alert all throughout high school, and I wasn't succeeding as much as I'd like to during my first few semesters at college. Finally, I'm getting myself back on track and will be making a big comeback for this spring!
Dream Girl (Deep Nonsense)
Gluttony
Granted, I'm not the most skilled codemonkey, but I still cannot believe it took me several hours to read over the source code and just try to figure out what everything in each class does. My second benchmark was due today, and I'm pretty sure that I didn't even complete the requirements properly. But for my first benchmark, we were to create a game design document and a storyboard, so I already have the idea for the game down pat.
Gluttony is a game about eating, with me as the main character (this was a requirement!)
Short backstory from my game design document:
"Upon falling deep into a food coma, Pam wakes up in a strange edible land. At first, she believes this is dream come true until realizing that seemingly harmless cotton-candy bunny rabbits and other odd food-creatures attempt to eat her. Guided by a mysterious omnipresent voice named Wage, Pam learns that the only way to survive in this world is by eating everything else in sight. It’s either flight or fight, and she will have to either eat or be eaten."
The game design needs to be constantly revised, but that's all I have for now. I'm very excited to get this game completed, but the class is so demanding, I'm worried I won't have time to do much else. Wish me luck!
Friend named Stress (Deep Nonsense)
Early Sunday Morning
I'll call this my Lil Trackstar (Deep Nonsense)
Televised Trouble
Time To Take The Old Signs Down
Love Med. (Deep Nonsense)
Dan Gulino #11 Experiment
For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be an experiment. Graduate students take my actions and thoughts serious enough to record them, analyze them and present them in order to better a case study on a given topic. Some experiments were more interesting than others, but all accomplished the overall goal of adding data to a case study in order to validate an experiment. However, I still feel dooped and deceived.
Dan Gulino #10 Disabilities
After seeing this documentary, my views on Autistic people have changed. I did not know Autistic people could function to the extent they can in everyday normal society. After watching Jeremy, I understand the amount of work it takes to prepare an Autistic person for interaction in society, and I now respect Autism care takers on a new higher level. I also respect people with Autism on another level for the amount of work they do every day to learn things I take for granted. I have never thought the ability to speak was such a blessing. Not only speech, but being able to control my emotions the way that I do is a blessing, and should not be taken for granted. All people should take the time to educate themselves, even in the slightest manner to understand Autistic people to a better degree.
In The Warehouse
stupid drivers
This aggravates me to no end so much that I wish I had an eject button in my car to eject them out of their car. When people drive stupidly, they act as if it is your fault and you are in their world and live by the rules of the road that they set. The other driver that gets on my nerves is the driver that loves to talk on the phone and not pay attention to the road. I was behind one driver that sat at the light talking until it changed then sped off.
I know that I have made silly mistakes while driving but that not like the ones that I have seen. Nobody is perfect, but I believe that when you are driving not only do you have your life in your hands but other people as well.
Living Rich
Although many things in life would be easier if we all had money, there are a lot things that money can't buy. I know that half the fun of my college experience has been making do with what I had. Within the course of the last month, I've been able to work on my craftsmanship skills by fixing various broken objects in my dorm room using nothing more than everyday household objects.
For starters, my roommate didn't have a way to hang her full length mirror on the door. This was easily solved as I proceeded to plaster the borders with nothing but duct tape. Little did we know, this would only be the beginning of several things in our room that would be duct taped. She also happened to have a whiteboard that she no longer had the velcro strips for, and voila! Duct tape did the trick. Broken plastic hangers? Duct tape! Her boyfriend's broken glasses? No problem! Duct tape! Okay well, I didn't use duct tape. I used electrical tape because it was black and matched his frames. She happened to also break her curling iron, something that came apart and would not clamp together anymore. I considered duct tape, but a paper clip did a better job.
My roommate and I have shared many good laughs over these innovative creations. I doubt we would have tried such creative ways to fix these things if we had the money to purchase brand new ones or "proper" materials to resolve their problems. There are things that aren't tangible, and these experiences are just some of them.
My Artwork
Oscars
What I didn't like was that a lot of people were just dragging on with their Oscar speeches. Yeah I know it's nerve racking but they didn't seem prepared at all. The performances were really good especially the Tangled theme song. Natalie Portman won best actress award. I still haven't seen Black Swan yet so I guess I'll get to that asap.
I can't believe P.S. 22 from Staten Island were performing as a choir at the end, those kids were so harmonized. At 10 years old, they got a pretty impressive resume: I SANG AT THE 2011 OSCARS. Damn yo.
Caitie Richards post 1
Blogging in itself is a weird task. Something about the publicity, allows people to be extremely vunerable and yet seemingly open to talk at the same time. Now that it is an assignment, its neccessary, so yeah I find that weird. Im curious as to see where this blog takes me by the end of the semester, and how it will change. I wonder if anyone will even read it. I think they'll enjoy the funfacts I like to include.
I think that if I make this an opinion blog, it won't really make me vunerable, just opinionated, or just a commentary. People can and can not tell a lot about someone from an opinion, I guess we will just haft to wait and see if I have anything worth while to say. Or even if my opinions or my life, say anything about who Caitie Richards is.
FunFact1: I play rugby, and I'm good at it.
Renaissance Man
Rude people
There are many other instances, but I would be here all day mentioning them. Times are definately changing and so are people. They don't care about too much of anything that doesn't directly affect them. We live in this fast pace world that requires evereyone to move or be moved. This still is no excuse for the way that people behave. I'm talking mainly about the adults. Now if the adults are behaving this way this is where the kids get their rude ways from.
Kids don't even have half of the respect that my generation did growing up. If we did half of the things that some of these kids are doing we couldn"t sit down for week. We would also not see the out doors for a long time.
It seems like the older the kids get the worse they get. Respect has definately gone out the window and people just don't care any more. Don't get me wrong there are some people that still show respect, but it is still few and far between.
This is an issue that needs to be addressed. Most parents don't even know what their kids are doing on the internet. They don't check to find out what the kids are being exposed to. This is the reason why we have the low test scores, poor attitudes and the decline in the success of our young people.
Facebook is a good way to keep in touch with family and friends, but it has often been used in the wrong way. The owners of facebook should be more aware of what is being posted on these sites instead of how much profit they are making. I also place the blame on parents!
Routine Resting
I personally believe in getting 7-9 hours of sleep every night (or more). If i stay up all night studying for a test or doing homework, the whole next day i feel groggy or just miserable. I know many people who will pull an all nighter durrring finals week however it is proven that this doesnt work. You retain more information if you study before you go to bed and sleep an average amount of hours. However, the same goes for oversleeping. if you sleep over 12 hours, you will simply feel tired the next day and the extra sleep will be worth nothing.
All in all, its just better to have a routine that you follow every night. I tend to go to bed at 12 and wake up for school at 7:30. This leaves me plenty of time to sleep and just enough time to get my work done at night. As long as you stay way from the terrible habit of procrastination, you will never have to pull the all nighter and will be feeling refreshed each and every day.
Here is the link to a recent article on sleeping patterns: http://whoknew.news.yahoo.com/?nc&vid=24322867
My Happiness
So here's the banner: http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/5853/9month.jpg
-- Sorry for the short post, there isn't much to say about a banner.
I blended the three images together using the layer mask, the gradient tool and the eraser tool.
I colored it using the screen, lighten and color effects on layer blending options.
I used some overlay, more for the middle picture than the others.
Spain or not to Spain?
Unconscious Mistakes
My friend pointed out to me that I can't pronounce words that end in "th". I say "maf" instead of "ma-th" and "earf" instead of "earth". I honestly never realized and I wonder if I had been doing that all my life. English was my second language but I started Pre-k in the states. However, my parents didn't know English so they would constantly communicate with me in Chinese. Growing up I had a lot of trouble pronouncing words and writing good papers. Even now, my best subject isn't English but Math and Sciences (how stereotypical lol). I'm good at the subject I can't even pronounce right:P
GAS PRICES AHH!
Gas right now is about $3.60.. last week I saw a gas station for about $3.20 a gallon. They are saying that in about a month it is going to be $4 and by the summer it is going to be $5 a gallon! This is crazyness. I remember almost 3 years ago now when I got my first car and gas was about $4, my car is Honda Civic and since I was still fairly new to driving I didn't think it was a big deal. I just complained because every one else was. Then it went back down under $3 for a little while and now this again! People are loosing their jobs left and right and gas will continue to go up. There are people who have had a truck for years and cannot buy a new car and are spending hundreds on gas each week. I feel so bad for them. I am just lucky for my little Honda.
At work the bartenders and bus boys hourly sallaries are getting cut from $11 the bartenders, $8 for the bus boys, down to $5 both. Us servers always tipped them out but we had been asked to tip out more because it is going to effect everyone. This is real life, even for the Pink Collar workers
Make the Ugly Beautiful
today looks like a pretty crappy day weather wise, it's raining and kind of cold out. this morning on my way to class i decided to walk there without an umbrella and strictly be an observer. As i walked i saw an array of beautiful things. colorful rain coats and flashy rain boots were everywhere. I've never really noticed how much beauty is in a rainy winter day until today. i am usually focused on staying dry but getting wet in the rain was actually quite nice for a change. besides the exciting rain fashion the rain itself is pretty beautiful. back when i was younger i hated the rain. not only did it stop us from getting out for recess but it washed away the beautiful chalk drawings that we'd wish would have lasted forever. today seeing the rain wash away the snow is more preferable. the sounds and smell of the rain is also welcomed. another thing that i find quite relaxing is the thunder. lightning though beautiful and all still creeps me out... but thunder always sparks my imagination even though science class has explained to me what really happens i still would chose to believe what my child hood self thought of that mysterious sound from above.
Things Change
Just Lovely
Nostalgia
Finally The Rock HAS COME BACK
College Students Don't Learn
Solving Rubix Cube
What It Means to be Human
I do not believe that there is one single defining trait that makes a human, a human. To me, there are many things that go along with being a human. It means making mistakes and growing and learning from those same mistakes to hopefully make yourself a better person as to not make the same mistake in the future. Being a human means struggling to achieve your goals so that one day you may eventually better yourself or those around you, and that in the end, it would be all worth it. As a human you make new friends, and lose old ones, and always have some sort of urge to socialize with others, and because of that, there is a lot of drama that comes along with being a human as well as a lot of conflicts between friends and family. As humans, I believe that we never want to see another human suffer, and that there is something within us that tells us how it just isn’t right when we see something like this.
It is through these things and various other little traits that define what humans are. They all are not necessary traits within humans, and if a human is lacking one of those traits, it certainly does not mean that they are not a human. However, being a human being does not just mean having a superior mental capacity over other animals, but rather something much deeper than that, that lies within all of us.
Video Blog #1
Sports
The Last Minute
Insomnia?
Stony Brook Furniture
expectations never met
But this never happens. Relationships are always portrayed with a foundation of undeniable love. But what is love? It’s not just the attraction one has for the other… Is it acceptance of who they are, despite your differences? Is it the desire to devote all you emotions and efforts in one person? One could do everything in their power for the other, be fully devoted and accepting, yet the relationship could easily fail. What about feeling uncontrollable sexual desires for someone? It could just be completely physical and emotionless, no love there. So, what is love? What is a normal relationship supposed to be like?
TV and movies portray sex as steamy, crazy, most-amazing-experience-ever. But is it ever really like that in real life? Things seem awkward or nerve-wrecking. It’s never as good as in the movies. The crazy acrobatic moves, risky behaviors, rough play with one anothers’ bodies… those things never seem to happen. Sex never seems to meet the standards of TV and movies.
Sure, maybe it’s just because I haven’t met the right person that I would view love, sex and relationships in that matter. But I honestly think, as a CCS major and aspiring film editor, it’s my excessive watching of shows and movies that will forever hinder my expectations of love and intimacy.