My friend from back home (Greenville - I've been in Atlanta at school for 4 years) visited and we immediately started discussing how we plan to change our life. Well, not change just, pick it up. Get the pace going a little. Do something. Admittedly, we're both young, but in our eyes, life is going by too quick and we just might miss it.
The problem is, like a lot of people, we're interested in a LOT of things. It's hard for us to say "I want to dedicate myself to this and this only," even if it's only for the time being. We have to make money and be happy. How can we best do both? So we made a list of everything that 1) We could see ourselves having a happy career in and 2) Hobbies, art forms that we would like to master - to fully comprehend and enjoy - by the time we die.
Here's my list:
Fulfilling careers:
1) Video game design (my current focus)
2) Film (though, at the moment, I am pretty burnt out)
3) Consulting (I LOVE efficiency!)
3a) Environmental 'consulting' - I would love to go to a business and teach them how to reduce their energy use, waste output, etc.
4) User Interface Design or User Experience Design.
5) Teaching (I've always been told that I explain things well)
6) Psychiatry. (This is something I would not as much enjoy taking the time to learn the 'science' of - but I love talking to people and helping them think logically about situations - helping them through their problems.
Hobbies:
1) Singing. I love the emotional output that singers are allowed. the ability to put all of your emotions in to something. Writing, drawing - sometimes it isn't enough. I just want to let go. Yes, I'm that weird guy driving by you on the freeway with his mouth wide open and tears streaming down his face.
2) Writing. Say What?
3) Drums
4) Drawing
I'm definitely missing a few. Where'd my list go? Edits coming.
Monday, June 30, 2008
If liberal coverage is unbiased, then conservative coverage is..?
Some things just make you so angry.
I read today about Conservapedia. And then I read over a few articles. And then my head exploded with rage.
Apparently, a young conservative fellow named "Andy Schlafly, son of conservative matriarch Phyllis Schlafly" started this site to correct Wikipedia's 'liberal bias.' (I've never heard of the Schlafly's before, I read this here: http://arstechnica.com/news.ars/post/20070304-conservapedia-hopes-to-fix-wikipedias-liberal-bias.html)
Liberal bias. From my understanding, Wikipedia's goal is to be like an encyclopedia - unbiased. Opinions do not exist. Opinions that do exist are (hopefully) eventually replaced by more unbiased writing. Of course, Wikipedia, being written by many people, allowing any edits, versions and revisions - stuff can change, be factually incorrect and biased. But not much. The goal is clear.
Let's take a look at Obama's entry on Conservapedia. First, let me add 'Obama' to the Firefox dictionary so I don't have see these obnoxious red lines for the next half an hour.
http://www.conservapedia.com/Obama
Conservapedia articles are layered with both subtle and in-your-face bias.
This is actually something I've wanted to discuss for a long time. The power that writing has over people. On a subject with an unclear solution, the person with the last believable word wins. Neither could be right, but the person to make the wittiest comment is deemed more knowledgeable. In fact, many time witty comments, wrong or right, are more persuasive than the truth.
In Conservapedia's case, a person that does not pick up bias in writing is subject to unlimited amounts of brain washing. Also, a person that shares those views will quickly ignore bias.
But EVERY SENTENCE in the article about Obama IS NEGATIVE. This website was made with the intentions to counter liberal BIAS. If I'm not mistaken, a writer is considered biased if he or she only points out views that agree with their views.
Let's break down an entry from the article:
"Obama was on the faculty of the University of Chicago from 1992 to 2004. He claimed that he was a constitutional law professor, when in actuality he merely held the title of "Senior Lecturer."
First sentence: Fine. Sounds good to me.
Second sentence: 2 words make me want to bang my face against my desk: 'Claimed' connotes a lie - no, a liar. Maybe he flubbed, maybe he lied. We get it. But there is nothing important or historical about this information. It's sole purpose is to make the reader think Obama is a douche bag. That's all there is to it.
And then the word 'merely.' This word is mean, it's obvious and underhanded. Does the sentence lose any factual value without it?
"Obama was on the faculty of the University of Chicago from 1992 to 2004. He claimed that he was a constitutional law professor, when in actuality he held the title of "Senior Lecturer."
Did you notice a difference? It looked like I just copied and pasted it, didn't it. Well, yea, I did.
So, as we can see, with 'merely' the facts are the same. That word is pure opinion, meant to stir, I would even say place, emotions in the reader. Imagine a naive reader taking in books of information like this without realizing the sentences are laced with bias. And it grows on them and it becomes the way they think... I could but I won't.
The fact is, I have seen hundreds of books like this. I feel like the only believability they have is the reproducibility of their bias. The fear and racism they evoke.
Speaking of racism, the same article calls Obama the first 'Affirmative Action President."
Oh My God.
From the source: "Barack Hussein Obama, Jr. (allegedly born in Honolulu,[1] August 4, 1961) is the presumptive 2008 nominee of the Democratic Party for president.[2] Obama has served as a freshman Democratic Senator from Illinois for three and a half years. In 2007, Obama was the most liberal Senator.[3] If elected, Obama would be the first Affirmative Action President."
Note how he is 'allegedly' born in Honolulu, as if he is so untrustworthy we can't even believe he's telling the truth about his birthplace. In fact, I'm sure he has a birth certificate. So who do these 'conservatives' really not trust - Obama or... the government? No, I really don't know.
Back to the racism. Here's the first paragraph from the Conservapedia article on "Affirmative Action President.
"An Affirmative Action President is someone selected for that office based partly or entirely on the person's race or gender. Every U.S. President has been a white male. As of 2008, affirmative action has not yet been successfully used to fill the position of President of the United States. However, in the past blacks and women couldn't vote or run for President, and white males did benefit from their race and gender."
In the word's of Jay-Z:
"What more can I say?"
I read today about Conservapedia. And then I read over a few articles. And then my head exploded with rage.
Apparently, a young conservative fellow named "Andy Schlafly, son of conservative matriarch Phyllis Schlafly" started this site to correct Wikipedia's 'liberal bias.' (I've never heard of the Schlafly's before, I read this here: http://arstechnica.com/news.ars/post/20070304-conservapedia-hopes-to-fix-wikipedias-liberal-bias.html)
Liberal bias. From my understanding, Wikipedia's goal is to be like an encyclopedia - unbiased. Opinions do not exist. Opinions that do exist are (hopefully) eventually replaced by more unbiased writing. Of course, Wikipedia, being written by many people, allowing any edits, versions and revisions - stuff can change, be factually incorrect and biased. But not much. The goal is clear.
Let's take a look at Obama's entry on Conservapedia. First, let me add 'Obama' to the Firefox dictionary so I don't have see these obnoxious red lines for the next half an hour.
http://www.conservapedia.com/Obama
Conservapedia articles are layered with both subtle and in-your-face bias.
This is actually something I've wanted to discuss for a long time. The power that writing has over people. On a subject with an unclear solution, the person with the last believable word wins. Neither could be right, but the person to make the wittiest comment is deemed more knowledgeable. In fact, many time witty comments, wrong or right, are more persuasive than the truth.
In Conservapedia's case, a person that does not pick up bias in writing is subject to unlimited amounts of brain washing. Also, a person that shares those views will quickly ignore bias.
But EVERY SENTENCE in the article about Obama IS NEGATIVE. This website was made with the intentions to counter liberal BIAS. If I'm not mistaken, a writer is considered biased if he or she only points out views that agree with their views.
Let's break down an entry from the article:
"Obama was on the faculty of the University of Chicago from 1992 to 2004. He claimed that he was a constitutional law professor, when in actuality he merely held the title of "Senior Lecturer."
First sentence: Fine. Sounds good to me.
Second sentence: 2 words make me want to bang my face against my desk: 'Claimed' connotes a lie - no, a liar. Maybe he flubbed, maybe he lied. We get it. But there is nothing important or historical about this information. It's sole purpose is to make the reader think Obama is a douche bag. That's all there is to it.
And then the word 'merely.' This word is mean, it's obvious and underhanded. Does the sentence lose any factual value without it?
"Obama was on the faculty of the University of Chicago from 1992 to 2004. He claimed that he was a constitutional law professor, when in actuality he held the title of "Senior Lecturer."
Did you notice a difference? It looked like I just copied and pasted it, didn't it. Well, yea, I did.
So, as we can see, with 'merely' the facts are the same. That word is pure opinion, meant to stir, I would even say place, emotions in the reader. Imagine a naive reader taking in books of information like this without realizing the sentences are laced with bias. And it grows on them and it becomes the way they think... I could but I won't.
The fact is, I have seen hundreds of books like this. I feel like the only believability they have is the reproducibility of their bias. The fear and racism they evoke.
Speaking of racism, the same article calls Obama the first 'Affirmative Action President."
Oh My God.
From the source: "Barack Hussein Obama, Jr. (allegedly born in Honolulu,[1] August 4, 1961) is the presumptive 2008 nominee of the Democratic Party for president.[2] Obama has served as a freshman Democratic Senator from Illinois for three and a half years. In 2007, Obama was the most liberal Senator.[3] If elected, Obama would be the first Affirmative Action President."
Note how he is 'allegedly' born in Honolulu, as if he is so untrustworthy we can't even believe he's telling the truth about his birthplace. In fact, I'm sure he has a birth certificate. So who do these 'conservatives' really not trust - Obama or... the government? No, I really don't know.
Back to the racism. Here's the first paragraph from the Conservapedia article on "Affirmative Action President.
"An Affirmative Action President is someone selected for that office based partly or entirely on the person's race or gender. Every U.S. President has been a white male. As of 2008, affirmative action has not yet been successfully used to fill the position of President of the United States. However, in the past blacks and women couldn't vote or run for President, and white males did benefit from their race and gender."
In the word's of Jay-Z:
"What more can I say?"
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Diablo III Cinematic Trailer
Every now and then you see an epic movie or trailer, or epic game trailer, and it doesn't matter what actually happens in the movie or game, but they bust out the Indian Hymnal / African Tribal music mix. Nothing works better.
Here is the word for word script of the Diablo III cinematic trailer just released on Blizzard's site.
http://www.blizzard.com/diablo3/
"It has been said..."
Warped buzzing starts up in the background. The begining of our cultural experience.
"That in the end of all things..."
More convuluted snake dancing flute music.
"You find a new beginning..." (roll eyes)
hhheeeeeeeeeEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH
"But as the shadow crawls once again across our world"
Crow squawk.
A little bongo tapping.
HHHEEYHEYHHYYEEEEE
"And the stench of terror drifts on a bitter wind"
UUHHHOOUUHOOYYEEAAAAHEEEYYYY
"People pray for strength and guidancOOOOAA HEEYYAAYYYAAA
Heavy tribal bongos come in
"They should pray for the mercy of a quick death"
OOHHEEEEYYY HEEEEYYYYYYYY
"I've seen what the darkness hides." (sigh)
HEEEEYYYyaaaaeeeeeeyaaa
(BUMBU BUMBU BU)
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEAAAAAA
Uhheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey
UHHYAAHAYHAYHAYHAYHahayahehayhayeakdhkanfkjnaahsiuhiw
new girl, breathing hard "I... think it's safe here..." (You've got to be kidding me)
I'm not going to rant. I could, but, really, who can't. No one likes cliches, I don't need to go into it. This shit blew my brain.
Here is the word for word script of the Diablo III cinematic trailer just released on Blizzard's site.
http://www.blizzard.com/diablo3/
"It has been said..."
Warped buzzing starts up in the background. The begining of our cultural experience.
"That in the end of all things..."
More convuluted snake dancing flute music.
"You find a new beginning..." (roll eyes)
hhheeeeeeeeeEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH
"But as the shadow crawls once again across our world"
Crow squawk.
A little bongo tapping.
HHHEEYHEYHHYYEEEEE
"And the stench of terror drifts on a bitter wind"
UUHHHOOUUHOOYYEEAAAAHEEEYYYY
"People pray for strength and guidancOOOOAA HEEYYAAYYYAAA
Heavy tribal bongos come in
"They should pray for the mercy of a quick death"
OOHHEEEEYYY HEEEEYYYYYYYY
"I've seen what the darkness hides." (sigh)
HEEEEYYYyaaaaeeeeeeyaaa
(BUMBU BUMBU BU)
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEAAAAAA
Uhheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey
UHHYAAHAYHAYHAYHAYHahayahehayhayeakdhkanfkjnaahsiuhiw
new girl, breathing hard "I... think it's safe here..." (You've got to be kidding me)
I'm not going to rant. I could, but, really, who can't. No one likes cliches, I don't need to go into it. This shit blew my brain.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Sabotage.
Oh my God, it's a b-log.
sumthinsumthinsumthin it's Sabotagggeeeee!
Shout out to the Beastie Boys. Shout out to Rock Band. And to everyone in the house. You're all killers, real killers. Don't have to look far to see the metal gleam in your eye, silver bullet in your pocket. Catch me on the way out. Way out. Say what?
Today a gentleman walked up to me in a gray tuxedo. Curly white linen protruded from beneath the coat's vest. In one hand he had a buoyant glass of bloody red wine and in the other a champagne glass with light pink, cherry wine. Most likely kid's wine - the carbonated virgin cocktail found in the Thanksgiving isle. He held them up shoulder height, and shoulder width apart.
"I'll take one. Thanks. I appreciate it. "
"I mean it. Just hand me the skinny glass."
I looked into his face, finally, and saw matching gray eyes unfocused like haze from a smoke bomb. And then a tie rolled down from his chin. It was scary like a clown. A long red velvet tie unrolling down the front of his body. A mix between that crazy cartoon wolf and Oscar night entries.
"It's a party in your mouth."
I tried to take a step by. And did! I left the scene like a tourist in a wax museum that should never have been on the itinerary. I proceeded to the bagel stand. Friday is bagel day, thank goodness. Thank you grandma! Thank you. Amazing. I'll send flowers, I will. 3 kinds. Sunflowers, Dandelions and... no I won't send you those weeds. Tulips, roses, and those other ones made by 3rd graders with Crayola crayons.
---
If you would like to respond to these writings, please keep in mind that my goal here was imagery, not logic.
Thank you all!
sumthinsumthinsumthin it's Sabotagggeeeee!
Shout out to the Beastie Boys. Shout out to Rock Band. And to everyone in the house. You're all killers, real killers. Don't have to look far to see the metal gleam in your eye, silver bullet in your pocket. Catch me on the way out. Way out. Say what?
Today a gentleman walked up to me in a gray tuxedo. Curly white linen protruded from beneath the coat's vest. In one hand he had a buoyant glass of bloody red wine and in the other a champagne glass with light pink, cherry wine. Most likely kid's wine - the carbonated virgin cocktail found in the Thanksgiving isle. He held them up shoulder height, and shoulder width apart.
"I'll take one. Thanks. I appreciate it. "
"I mean it. Just hand me the skinny glass."
I looked into his face, finally, and saw matching gray eyes unfocused like haze from a smoke bomb. And then a tie rolled down from his chin. It was scary like a clown. A long red velvet tie unrolling down the front of his body. A mix between that crazy cartoon wolf and Oscar night entries.
"It's a party in your mouth."
I tried to take a step by. And did! I left the scene like a tourist in a wax museum that should never have been on the itinerary. I proceeded to the bagel stand. Friday is bagel day, thank goodness. Thank you grandma! Thank you. Amazing. I'll send flowers, I will. 3 kinds. Sunflowers, Dandelions and... no I won't send you those weeds. Tulips, roses, and those other ones made by 3rd graders with Crayola crayons.
---
If you would like to respond to these writings, please keep in mind that my goal here was imagery, not logic.
Thank you all!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Why I don't write.
My Apple Cinema Display short circuited in a power outage, so I had to send it in for repair. The whole process took about 2 weeks. I can't decide to write about light or heavy topics - video game and movie reviews, or blog my inner thoughts on life. I work out most days after work - what a time crunch. I've been dong other productive things. The Daily Show is on Hulu now and I have to watch it during my lunch break. I have to think about, uh... WAHH WAHHH WAHHH.
It's true - excuses are just that. The real reason I haven't blogged is fear. I'm dealing with a resonating fear deep within myheart head. I'm never going to be the best. I started too late. Let me list the geniuses of modern day art and cinema and how old they were when they started. 21, 25, earlier, later. It seems that there are a number of people I can hopelessly compare myself to. There are also many famous people today that didn't get famous until their 30's or 40's. Like Colbert, I was reading about him yesterday. College -> 10 years of improv on the road -> tv show - > fame.
I find myself looking through all these people who 'made it' and comparing their qualities to mine. Oooh! I do have a little Wong Kar Wai in me! He didn't go to film school and neither have I! Colbert is from South Carolina! See, people from my state can make it.
I'm going to skip ahead a little. Here's the question of the day. Or my life...
(To myself)
"Will you, Chris, live your life in the chains of fear, unmotivated and unwilling to take yourself to the next level, forgetting your dreams and your creativity, because you, Chris, at age 22, don't think your as good as Orsen Welles was at your age?"
Well, no. I guess I'd rather do somehting with my life other than wail in pity. But, lets say I'm not good enough to make it until I'm 30. Euugh! When I'm 30 I'll be so old!
Fear. How do you get out of it?
It's true - excuses are just that. The real reason I haven't blogged is fear. I'm dealing with a resonating fear deep within my
I find myself looking through all these people who 'made it' and comparing their qualities to mine. Oooh! I do have a little Wong Kar Wai in me! He didn't go to film school and neither have I! Colbert is from South Carolina! See, people from my state can make it.
I'm going to skip ahead a little. Here's the question of the day. Or my life...
(To myself)
"Will you, Chris, live your life in the chains of fear, unmotivated and unwilling to take yourself to the next level, forgetting your dreams and your creativity, because you, Chris, at age 22, don't think your as good as Orsen Welles was at your age?"
Well, no. I guess I'd rather do somehting with my life other than wail in pity. But, lets say I'm not good enough to make it until I'm 30. Euugh! When I'm 30 I'll be so old!
Fear. How do you get out of it?
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Ska-Doosh
I saw Kung Fu Panda the other night and loved it. What can I say? Ska-Doosh.
But, after I was out, I decided to think more critically about it. I've stopped doing that so much while I watch a movie; I would never enjoy movies again if I did. I realized that I don't like the messages it gives to kids, to anyone. I see movies like this all the time that reinforce a very common, wrong, idea in America. That it is easy to be on top.
Shows like American Idol feed on the belief that celebrities, professional athletes, and "rich" people become who they are overnight. People get in the mindset that naturally talented people are the ones that reap rewards. It's a de-motivator and it's completely wrong. Anyone can "make it." They just have to do it.
That's my problem. I see an excellent film or I play an excellent video game and I get inspired. I whip out my notebook and write down some cool ideas. Sometimes, I even get to my computer or camera and start making something. But, after a day or two I realize that it looks like complete crap and that I do not have near enough talent to finish it the way I had imagined. So, I do this once every two or three weeks.
By that rate, I'll be good by the time I'm 50. That's depressing. Easy solution, though, right? Just do it. The only thing standing between me and my dream job is time, commitment, and practice; hence this blog to practice my writing.
Back to Ska-Doosh. Jack Black plays a panda named Po that loves Kung-Fu but has never practiced it. He looks up to the five Kung-Fu warriors that live in town, in a dojo at the top of a giant hill with about a million stairs. Ok, I just about started detailing the whole plot. Let me summarize.
(Spoilers)
Po gets chosen to be the Dragon Warrior by accident. The dojo's master explains that there are, of course, no such things as accidents. But, what's important is that he was a nobody and he got chosen to be the Dragon Warrior.
He doesn't know Kung-Fu, yet, and the five masters he looked up to, who were vying for the chance to be the Dragon Warrior hate him. He's no good.
Next. The dojo's, uh, sub-master, can't figure out how to train Po. But Po loves to eat and, apparently, can do fantastic physical feats in order to get to it. The sub-master walks in one day as Po bouncing around the kitchen, reaching the highest cupboards and punching through wooden cabinets to reach food. It hits him, Po already has the talent. And he can be taught Kung-Fu with food as a motivator. If Po had not had this hidden physical greatness connected to food, the sub-master may havce never come up with anything. He didn't use creativity, perseverence, or trial and error when thinking of ways to train Po. He just walked around with his head down until he stumbled upon something already there. That doesn't teach anyone anything.
Later, Po opens the sacred Dragon Scroll that holds the legendary secrets to become the Dragon Warrior. But it's blank. Confused, he gives up.
His father, a noodle expert, sells a noodle dish with a secret ingredient. While Po is moping, his father finally reveals to him the secret ingredient: nothing. His noodles were delicious, but people made believed they were even more special because of the supposed secret ingredient. I like the message. Po applies what he learns and realizes the Dragon Warrior is in himself.
Applying knowledge is nice. Figuring things out yourself is better.
We can't be taught that if we wait around long enough the answer to all of our problems will just appear. That's called apathy.
Also, apparently learning Kung Fu only takes a day.
I mean, it was a satisfying scene. They all are. There's one in almost every family movie with a little fighting to be learned. Its a usually creative montage where a protagonist goes from being a complete klutz to a master in about 5 minutes. It's true, though, I love it. I enjoy seeing every mishap in the first two and half minutes and every bullseye in the latter.
Anyways. I liked the movie. I just want movies to stop sending these helpless messages to audiences - as if we aren't unmotivated enough.
But, after I was out, I decided to think more critically about it. I've stopped doing that so much while I watch a movie; I would never enjoy movies again if I did. I realized that I don't like the messages it gives to kids, to anyone. I see movies like this all the time that reinforce a very common, wrong, idea in America. That it is easy to be on top.
Shows like American Idol feed on the belief that celebrities, professional athletes, and "rich" people become who they are overnight. People get in the mindset that naturally talented people are the ones that reap rewards. It's a de-motivator and it's completely wrong. Anyone can "make it." They just have to do it.
That's my problem. I see an excellent film or I play an excellent video game and I get inspired. I whip out my notebook and write down some cool ideas. Sometimes, I even get to my computer or camera and start making something. But, after a day or two I realize that it looks like complete crap and that I do not have near enough talent to finish it the way I had imagined. So, I do this once every two or three weeks.
By that rate, I'll be good by the time I'm 50. That's depressing. Easy solution, though, right? Just do it. The only thing standing between me and my dream job is time, commitment, and practice; hence this blog to practice my writing.
Back to Ska-Doosh. Jack Black plays a panda named Po that loves Kung-Fu but has never practiced it. He looks up to the five Kung-Fu warriors that live in town, in a dojo at the top of a giant hill with about a million stairs. Ok, I just about started detailing the whole plot. Let me summarize.
(Spoilers)
Po gets chosen to be the Dragon Warrior by accident. The dojo's master explains that there are, of course, no such things as accidents. But, what's important is that he was a nobody and he got chosen to be the Dragon Warrior.
He doesn't know Kung-Fu, yet, and the five masters he looked up to, who were vying for the chance to be the Dragon Warrior hate him. He's no good.
Next. The dojo's, uh, sub-master, can't figure out how to train Po. But Po loves to eat and, apparently, can do fantastic physical feats in order to get to it. The sub-master walks in one day as Po bouncing around the kitchen, reaching the highest cupboards and punching through wooden cabinets to reach food. It hits him, Po already has the talent. And he can be taught Kung-Fu with food as a motivator. If Po had not had this hidden physical greatness connected to food, the sub-master may havce never come up with anything. He didn't use creativity, perseverence, or trial and error when thinking of ways to train Po. He just walked around with his head down until he stumbled upon something already there. That doesn't teach anyone anything.
Later, Po opens the sacred Dragon Scroll that holds the legendary secrets to become the Dragon Warrior. But it's blank. Confused, he gives up.
His father, a noodle expert, sells a noodle dish with a secret ingredient. While Po is moping, his father finally reveals to him the secret ingredient: nothing. His noodles were delicious, but people made believed they were even more special because of the supposed secret ingredient. I like the message. Po applies what he learns and realizes the Dragon Warrior is in himself.
Applying knowledge is nice. Figuring things out yourself is better.
We can't be taught that if we wait around long enough the answer to all of our problems will just appear. That's called apathy.
Also, apparently learning Kung Fu only takes a day.
I mean, it was a satisfying scene. They all are. There's one in almost every family movie with a little fighting to be learned. Its a usually creative montage where a protagonist goes from being a complete klutz to a master in about 5 minutes. It's true, though, I love it. I enjoy seeing every mishap in the first two and half minutes and every bullseye in the latter.
Anyways. I liked the movie. I just want movies to stop sending these helpless messages to audiences - as if we aren't unmotivated enough.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Start it up.
I am now doing what all the Little Women desired. What Anne Frank was doing, before she knew how well known she would get. What all the people we read about in history class dreamed of, by candle light, with their fathers inkwell. Writing a journal, in second person, as if talking to someone. But, in fact, I am, and I think that's what all people who kept journals secretly wanted. Someone to read it.
But, that's kind of scary. It's scary because people could read it, but maybe they won't. It's scary to think that I may spill my guts and no one will read it.
Anyways.
For all you out there. This is a blog whose main purpose is to make myself a better writer because I believe that writing is the most important and influential art. Great writing makes people change their mind, as does great speaking. They are hand in hand.
The writing that I present as most important is the writing that is presented directly to the audience: dialogue. In movies, video games, speeches, blogs. The writing that hits you in the face when you switch on the television. The words chosen by the news, by politicians, athletes, or your roommates - who can say the same thing in different words depending on how they are feeling.
When looking into the entertainment world, the people we that go down as the best are the ones who could write. Those people are totally in control.
Arguments, as discussed in Thank You For Smoking, are won by the person who makes the last, best point. When no one knows the truth, the elegant speaker, the debater wins.
The power of words just blows my mind!
Goal: blog 3 times a week.
But, that's kind of scary. It's scary because people could read it, but maybe they won't. It's scary to think that I may spill my guts and no one will read it.
Anyways.
For all you out there. This is a blog whose main purpose is to make myself a better writer because I believe that writing is the most important and influential art. Great writing makes people change their mind, as does great speaking. They are hand in hand.
The writing that I present as most important is the writing that is presented directly to the audience: dialogue. In movies, video games, speeches, blogs. The writing that hits you in the face when you switch on the television. The words chosen by the news, by politicians, athletes, or your roommates - who can say the same thing in different words depending on how they are feeling.
When looking into the entertainment world, the people we that go down as the best are the ones who could write. Those people are totally in control.
Arguments, as discussed in Thank You For Smoking, are won by the person who makes the last, best point. When no one knows the truth, the elegant speaker, the debater wins.
The power of words just blows my mind!
Goal: blog 3 times a week.
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