Monday, November 30, 2009
Poetry and Technology
This video is based on the storyboard previously posted. Some changes were made in the process but the core is still intact-- poetry is the point. To see it fully on the screen just click the link and don't watch it on my blog.
Technology Video Storyboard
I have created an outline for a video that I am making right now. If you would like to view storyboard just click the link. The video itself should be published tonight.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Bravo Jesus Colon
Why, you ask, am I awake at this ungodly hour writing my second post of the day? In all reality, I really couldn't tell you. I only slept for four hours last night, but you know how sometimes your body's too tired to let you go to sleep? Tonight's one of those nights. But I was half-heartedly reading for class tomorrow and came across something called "Books That Never Get Returned." What a masterpiece. I couldn't help but share.
This excerpt is from Jesus Colon's A Puerto Rican in New York:
"There is nothing so difficult as returning a book. My wife's maxim is, 'A book loaned is a book lost.' I would not go as far as that. I would say though that if I could have been present when Francis Bacon wrote: 'Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed and some few to be chewed and digested,' I would have suggested that he add: 'and some books are to be read and returned.'
"On this question of returning books we have borrowed, we should not make any exceptions. It has happened to me. It happens to you. It happens to all of us--lenders and borrowers of books."
Oh God bless the man. If anyone is reading this, can I have my books back? And sister, I realize that there is a possibility I still have your copy of Enchantment. Worry not, I continue the search.
The real tragedy is that if I don't get my copies back, I lose my "marginalia" as Billy Collins puts it. But Billy's poetry has been loaned out along with Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts. Holden Caulfield's teenage angst is nowhere to be found in my bedroom (which out of context makes me sound lucky I think), and also a beautiful story about a little girl that steals books during WWII is MIA. That one's called The Book Thief-- appropriate title, no? You little book thieves. Actually I'm pretty sure Scout, Jem, and Boo are in someone's hot little hands as well. Perhaps I need a better system. Or to stop loaning books to ex-boyfriends.
This excerpt is from Jesus Colon's A Puerto Rican in New York:
"There is nothing so difficult as returning a book. My wife's maxim is, 'A book loaned is a book lost.' I would not go as far as that. I would say though that if I could have been present when Francis Bacon wrote: 'Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed and some few to be chewed and digested,' I would have suggested that he add: 'and some books are to be read and returned.'
"On this question of returning books we have borrowed, we should not make any exceptions. It has happened to me. It happens to you. It happens to all of us--lenders and borrowers of books."
Oh God bless the man. If anyone is reading this, can I have my books back? And sister, I realize that there is a possibility I still have your copy of Enchantment. Worry not, I continue the search.
The real tragedy is that if I don't get my copies back, I lose my "marginalia" as Billy Collins puts it. But Billy's poetry has been loaned out along with Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts. Holden Caulfield's teenage angst is nowhere to be found in my bedroom (which out of context makes me sound lucky I think), and also a beautiful story about a little girl that steals books during WWII is MIA. That one's called The Book Thief-- appropriate title, no? You little book thieves. Actually I'm pretty sure Scout, Jem, and Boo are in someone's hot little hands as well. Perhaps I need a better system. Or to stop loaning books to ex-boyfriends.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Unexpected But Better
So I've had this old, worn out iPod for about three and a half years now. Despite criticism from my friends, it was not actually made in 1992. They did not, in fact, make iPods in 1992, in case you're wondering. Honestly, it was free and it worked and I had no intention of letting go of that gem. Ok, sure it had its drawbacks. It only held two gigs, for instance. And it was not what you would call aesthetically pleasing, I suppose. And my headphones were coming apart and my connector cable thingy was cracked. But still, it worked! Why would I waste money when it worked well enough to serve it's actual purpose-- to play music?
But the powers that be decided it was time for me to let go about two weeks ago. I thought it would be a lot more painful to let it go but sometimes my emotions are even a surprise to me. As I was sitting in a certain restaurant (which I'll leave unnamed so as not to incriminate anyone) I was suddenly getting very wet. Yes, my waiter spilled water all over me. I really wasn't mad, things like that don't rile me up really. But it took me a few minutes to realize that my purse was also soaked. In fact it retained water tight like unto a dish. Sorry for the scriptural quotation. And what was safely stashed away in my purse? Oh that's right, iPod. But I really felt no sorrow, no remorse. She was gone and that was that. (I guess my iPod was a girl....)
But it's like all I had to do was let go of what I thought was so great so that something way better could be simply placed in my hand! Enter my new iPod nano! The restaurant bought me a brand new, 8 gig iPod-- yeah, the new ones with the video camera!Spill water on me anytime if that's what I get for it. Sometimes you have to let go of that old crappy iPod in order to receive something even awesomer (yeah I know that's not a word, I made it up).
But the powers that be decided it was time for me to let go about two weeks ago. I thought it would be a lot more painful to let it go but sometimes my emotions are even a surprise to me. As I was sitting in a certain restaurant (which I'll leave unnamed so as not to incriminate anyone) I was suddenly getting very wet. Yes, my waiter spilled water all over me. I really wasn't mad, things like that don't rile me up really. But it took me a few minutes to realize that my purse was also soaked. In fact it retained water tight like unto a dish. Sorry for the scriptural quotation. And what was safely stashed away in my purse? Oh that's right, iPod. But I really felt no sorrow, no remorse. She was gone and that was that. (I guess my iPod was a girl....)
But it's like all I had to do was let go of what I thought was so great so that something way better could be simply placed in my hand! Enter my new iPod nano! The restaurant bought me a brand new, 8 gig iPod-- yeah, the new ones with the video camera!Spill water on me anytime if that's what I get for it. Sometimes you have to let go of that old crappy iPod in order to receive something even awesomer (yeah I know that's not a word, I made it up).
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