Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Curation Progress (Blog 9)

At this point, basically all I've got left to do is to put the finishing touches on the last half of the posts (adding  photos of the artists and the album art for each artist, and adding the track list for each available album).  And all of that really isn't too hard because the rest of that is just copying and pasting things into the right place.

And although these last few steps aren't all that difficult, besides the temper tantrums I have because my computer is the baby blue equivalent of a netbook, they are overwhelmingly time consuming. I'm not sure that one inanimate object has ever angered any human being so much.

But I'm glad that I managed my time on this curation project because had I have done all of it at the last minute, I wouldn't have taken anything positive away from the experience. I would have been doing it just to get it done.

Curation Progress (Blog 8)

So as I had mentioned in the previous blog, I had to sift through my enormous and stressful list of songs that looked like it was written by someone severely dyslexic (what does that say about me), but  the point I'm trying to make is that IT IS FINISHED AND CLEAN. After several hours of basically cleaning up my brain, I was successful in beautifying my music choices.

Nice and beautiful, right? Honestly, I was significantly proud of myself because of how frustrating that job was alone. But I learned an incredible amount of all of these artists, I feel like their information is seared into my brain. 

The next few steps I've got to take are to enter all of the photos, and album covers for all of the songs as well as a short description of the artist and that specific album history. 

Curation Progress (Blog 7)

        The largest and most difficult part of starting my curation project/blog was choosing the right music. Since I did Old school hip hop and new school hip hop, I basically had to sift through what felt like the whole Internet in order to end up with exactly what I wanted. Of course I started out with a crazy, freak ugly list of songs because it was such a mess. But I figured I'd properly sift through that list once my brain started to function again.

         After feeling brain dead from song searching, I decided to do research on the list of artists and songs I had found and thought that could clear out that three page list. That doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment, but once I finished going through half that list, I felt like I could breathe again.  Also, after all that research, I found out that one of the most prominent hip-hop artists (MF Doom) used an alias for one of his albums. I was always wondering why that album was so impossible to find and without even trying, I found my answer.

My next three steps will be to finish sifting through that freak list and narrow it down to just the essentials, then to organize them in the order that I want them to show up, and then to finally begin typing up descriptions/thoughts on the songs.

Best of the Week: Shakespeare (Blog 6)

        Reading Shakespeare this quarter has actually been anything but the stereotypical, mind numbing reading of Romeo and Juliet . Our class is taking a pretty unconventional approach to reading A Midsummer Night's Dream and that rules because it puts a lot of people out of their comfort zone (including me). I absolutely sound like a fourth grader saying "it rules", but putting us out of our comfort zone by making us stand in front of the class and read with legitimate emotion is a pretty good idea. It's kind of a funny, get to know you better exercise that pushes us to see this play, and our classmates, from a different perspective. Rather than having every aspect of the play explained to us like kindergarteners and still not understanding it, we've got to learn to comprehend what we read ourselves (even though we've still got help).

        But I think the best part might be that Mr. Allen won't take our crap when it actually comes to reading out loud. If it sounds bad when you say it, lucky you, you get to do it again. He has no shame about it and I think that's actually pretty funny. You can suddenly see people starting to regret their decision to go up and perform the part of Puck in rapping form because all of the blood drains out of their face and they look like they want to vomit. But I've honestly never had such a positive experience with in-school Shakespeare. 

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Blogging Around

          The first comment I posted was on Nigel Howard's blog on "Tenacity and College". He spoke of freedom and being taught grit just as I would have described it, though the composition of his words is basically incomparable to mine (he writes so beautifully). I felt I could just relate to him so well because our current experiences are very similar.

"I've probably read this over three or four times by now, and what you've said resonates with me on such a dramatic level that I'm not even sure I understand it. Having freedom so close that I could practically feel it on the tips of my fingers, I'm coming to realize, is an overwhelmingly common feeling considering our circumstances. Our parents are teaching us really similar lessons, your mom talks about it in terms of windows and doors and my dad is straight up with me "you have to be clever." Telling me i have to be realistic and handle situations like an adult, use your brain and opportunities that you could have never imagined will be coming to you. Either way, I can relate to you. Grit absolutely  had to be shoved in my face by someone who understands it, and it was effective. You worded this post better than I ever could have. You've really got a way with words Nigel. "

         The second blog I left a comment on was Sophia Almeroth's blog. She put up a simple video of one guy dancing and how one person can impact hundreds. She made a lot of good points about the necessity of such acts in order to create change in the world today. 

"Sophia, I absolutely agree with you. You've singled out such a simple moment, and brought out the true nature of the situation. That sounds pretentious types out, but it's true. The sheer simplicity of this is what makes it so amazing, one ridiculous dude starts dancing and then it's hundreds of ridiculous people dancing. All of a sudden it's a movement and you're right, something like this is so critical for our future. When you get down to the core of it, that one guy who got up and started dancing made a change and it was as simple as getting up and flailing your freaking arms around. It's not always that simple, but you pointed out that this is how we as humans create change. How applicable is this to the real world? Extremely. I think you said all of the right things in this and I appreciate your post. "

Monday, February 11, 2013

Best of Today: Andy Rooney's Views on Post Modern Art

My initial thought when Mr. Allen pulled up the video of Andy Rooney was that we get to watch a wonderful documentation of the oldest man in the world speaking so highly of post modern art and the unbelievable talent we see before our eyes everywhere we to these days, though I quickly realized how absolutely wrong I was. 

          After just 30 seconds into the video, I thought "I'm going to marry this man". His sarcasm and blunt approach to explaining his views on post modern art not only obviously made me fall in love with this beautiful man but all that he said resonated with me on a level that I didn't think many people would agree with. Rooney pointed out that nowadays people just fill in empty space where it doesn't need to be filled with some unsettling piece of art (ex. Rainbow barfcloud painted bull) and he said "does that really look better than nothing would?". He's got very strong opinions, but in all honesty, I think they're brilliant. 

I sound like I'm kissing some crazy old man's butt, but he just got it absolutely right. And most of the time, all of this unsettling art we see, we try our best to like it and I know in the last that I've tried to convince myself for so long that I like those ugly bright barf painted bulls when in actuality they are probably the stupidest things I have ever seen. A lot of the time empty space is needed because it has a beautiful effect on our surroundings. These ugly art pieces crowd us when they aren't even  needed and very few people seem to realize that. 

Maybe I'm just as nuts as Andy Rooney.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Blogging Around

In Nicole H's post, Nicole reflects upon the organization of her closet (her chair) and the accomplishment felt after having organized one of the most impossible areas of a room.


All I could think while reading this was "tru dat". So many people of the opposite sex don't realize how scary girls really are. We aren't made of flowers and giggles and we definitely do poop (pardon the yucky reference to people saying that girls don't poop), but I'm trying to emphasize that when it comes to a system of organization, most of us are pretty awful and this post just rang so true. My chair and my floor have become my closet but after all is organized (after a million and five hours) it feels miraculous. Miraculous enough to reward oneself with a four hour nap. We are the same person and props on this beautifully worded post.

In Isana P's post, she talks about the struggles of correctly organizing her makeup and getting pumped up by "T Swift" in the process.

I feel exactly the same way as you, except for the whole mold thing. And knowing you, the mold part is actually true, there are probably seventeen different classes of mold creating different WORLDS in your room (hehe, well deserved because of the over usage of "T swift" in your post). But I constantly go through this same process, and its true, after cleaning one thing so efficiently and beautifully you're left itching to clean it all. But kudos on all of the make-up organization, it's a lot harder than it seems to those who haven't gotten the wonderful chance to clean up the most disgusting mess one can leave behind (I dont mean you specifically ;)). I'm proud of you though, whether you believe me or not.