Friday, January 28, 2011
I really love the picture I used for my background.
I remember taking that picture. It had been raining for days and I didn't leave my dorm room at all during that time. I was stuck at a school that I hated and I was bored out of my mind. That's when I noticed how beautiful the rain can be. The way drops fell on the window and hit the lights outside gave me a feeling of encouragement that one day I won't be the person stuck inside, but instead I will be the rain, free and happy...and I'm finally getting to that point.
Labels:
beauty,
inspiration,
photography,
rain
Crayons
First thoughts::
I was excited that my first homework assignment at my new school was to write three paragraphs in crayon. All my writing is mostly on my computer. I rarely even use a notebook anymore. So I thought that I had to write a draft of the assignment first before I write it with the crayon. I also rewrite a lot while I write so it would prevent there being scribbles and things crossed out all over the paper. I'm pretty sure I haven't used a crayon to write since elementary school so it was nice feeling like a child while writing seriously.
I actually thought I was not going to have enough room to write everything I had typed out so when I got to my last paragraph I stopped at a point that I could either end it or continue if I had enough room to, and felt like I had more to say.
A culture with only crayons as writing implements?
I would imagine that a culture that only had crayons instead of pens and pencils would learn to choose their words carefully as well as take their time when writing because it would always have the possibility of being beautiful.
I wonder, however, if anyone would even bother using the crayons to write. It may force the culture to want to use technology to more because of the tediousness of writing in crayon. Would there be an unlimited amount of crayons? Would resources be scarce? Crayons are small and get used up quickly. It wouldn't be very efficient to have only crayons as a way to record information. I wonder if words would turn into visual representations of what they wanted to say. Stories could be told in only colorful pictures.
Observations
I just keep thinking about how writing on paper has become outdated. Maybe it's just me, but it is so much easier and convenient to type up everything I write. I'm constantly rewording myself and deleting words and phrases. I used to wear down my pencils' erasers and I used to cross out lines at a time with pens. On my laptop I can just copy and paste and edit my thoughts better. I only use writing implements to write notes and to sketch. I'm very big on fonts and a lot of times, I like to draw my favorite quotes or lyrics out in my favorite fonts. Being a TV/Film major I think it's extremely important to understand fonts and their differences and what certain fonts should be used for. Some fonts are appropriate for only specific kinds of things: titles, road signs, captions, etc. I think I only like to write things on paper when I want a hard copy of something. Those things are usually pretty important to me.
I was excited that my first homework assignment at my new school was to write three paragraphs in crayon. All my writing is mostly on my computer. I rarely even use a notebook anymore. So I thought that I had to write a draft of the assignment first before I write it with the crayon. I also rewrite a lot while I write so it would prevent there being scribbles and things crossed out all over the paper. I'm pretty sure I haven't used a crayon to write since elementary school so it was nice feeling like a child while writing seriously.
I actually thought I was not going to have enough room to write everything I had typed out so when I got to my last paragraph I stopped at a point that I could either end it or continue if I had enough room to, and felt like I had more to say.
A culture with only crayons as writing implements?
I would imagine that a culture that only had crayons instead of pens and pencils would learn to choose their words carefully as well as take their time when writing because it would always have the possibility of being beautiful.
I wonder, however, if anyone would even bother using the crayons to write. It may force the culture to want to use technology to more because of the tediousness of writing in crayon. Would there be an unlimited amount of crayons? Would resources be scarce? Crayons are small and get used up quickly. It wouldn't be very efficient to have only crayons as a way to record information. I wonder if words would turn into visual representations of what they wanted to say. Stories could be told in only colorful pictures.
Observations
I just keep thinking about how writing on paper has become outdated. Maybe it's just me, but it is so much easier and convenient to type up everything I write. I'm constantly rewording myself and deleting words and phrases. I used to wear down my pencils' erasers and I used to cross out lines at a time with pens. On my laptop I can just copy and paste and edit my thoughts better. I only use writing implements to write notes and to sketch. I'm very big on fonts and a lot of times, I like to draw my favorite quotes or lyrics out in my favorite fonts. Being a TV/Film major I think it's extremely important to understand fonts and their differences and what certain fonts should be used for. Some fonts are appropriate for only specific kinds of things: titles, road signs, captions, etc. I think I only like to write things on paper when I want a hard copy of something. Those things are usually pretty important to me.
Everyday the current shifts.
Everyday the current shifts was the best way I could describe what my life feels like. I'm in the process of this huge transition and yet everyday something new and different still happens. Everyday can change drastically. It gives me hope. Tomorrow the current can shift positively. Tomorrow can be a new and wonderful day. Even if things are already pretty great, which right now they are. I got it from one of my favorite songs: Good Old War - My Own Sinking Ship. So many lines in this song relate to my life, some less now then they use to, which is a good thing. The first line of the song is, "What will be your story now?" I got a second chance. I got a new start at a new school, that will fix all my problems. No longer will I have to struggle to get something simple done. No longer will I have to fight to get the amount of production experience I want and need. Even though I'm still in the process of starting here, Hofstra has proven to me that they will help me get what I want out of my Video/Television & Film degree. I have two TV classes and one film class that I cannot wait to start because that will be the real start of my new story.
Lyrics:
What will be your story now?
Today it's something far inside
Hurts your body, close your eyes
And I'll bring you back to here.
You are my own sinking ship
'Cause everyday the current shifts
And I picked apart your wasted lies
To get you back to here.
Oh it's the last time we'll fall in love.
Oh it's the last try to break apart.
You are not to blame.
Why can't I just be alright?
Why can't I invade your mind?
Some days we're just so far off
But I want you back right here.
Oh it's the last time we'll fall in love.
Yeah it's the last try to break apart.
Saying you are not to blame.
Can't remember your last smile.
I think I made it happen though.
Then I took you off to work once more,
But I just want you, I just want you, I just want you here.
Oh it's the last time we'll fall in love.
Lyrics:
What will be your story now?
Today it's something far inside
Hurts your body, close your eyes
And I'll bring you back to here.
You are my own sinking ship
'Cause everyday the current shifts
And I picked apart your wasted lies
To get you back to here.
Oh it's the last time we'll fall in love.
Oh it's the last try to break apart.
You are not to blame.
Why can't I just be alright?
Why can't I invade your mind?
Some days we're just so far off
But I want you back right here.
Oh it's the last time we'll fall in love.
Yeah it's the last try to break apart.
Saying you are not to blame.
Can't remember your last smile.
I think I made it happen though.
Then I took you off to work once more,
But I just want you, I just want you, I just want you here.
Oh it's the last time we'll fall in love.
Yeah it's the last try to break apart.
Saying you are not to blame.
You are not to blame.
Labels:
Good Old War,
Music,
New Beginnings,
Writing my heart out
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I Need To Post In Order To Format
blogger is weird
but i guess it can be great
I'm just so used to tumblr
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