Monday, May 5, 2014
area of study
art history
when i search just art history it brings up lots of things and works that have been recently found, so i refine, putting in "not found" this did nothing. so now im gonna try art history " and education" i want to see how we tech art and why we choose those parts in time and that country. this brought up a lot about the history of teaching. but some of what i wanted came through, but it was mostly why schools should keep art programs. one article was neat because it was half in Korean, interviewing people who have left north Korea and how the express themselves, and how they view art. it think i love that. how people from different backgrounds view art.
do peoples backgrounds effect the way people value art?
theater
with that tread for my visual art i want to see how people view and express live plays.
with just typeing in theater, the first article is about trying to make theater appeal to younger groups of people. that makes me change, i was thinking more like people from other countrys but now i want to know about what old people who hold theater so lofty think of kids. so i refine theater "and youth". on a suggestion drop down box it has" youth attitudes" and i am all about people blaming todays youth for the downfall of all that is holy. weirdly the first thing that shows up is about the pope being hip with the kids yo, and a few pages down there is a paper about young actors wanting to put on a play to promote and showcase Nigerian culture. i want to know more about theater that young people produce and consume.
what kinds of theatrical works are people under 40 making?
electronic engineering
the part i like best is circuit boards. so that is what im gonna start with."search circuit boards" im stupid and for got to click full text so lets move on. a lot of articles are talking about printed circuit boards so im going to look into printed technology."search printed technology" only 6 things came up. none of them are what i was looking for. i will try 3d printing. i find lots of articles about how 3d printed technology will change the future! i love that is what i love to think about with technology. so i ask, 3d pprinters are made for small personal or semi industrial work, so where could major industrial production benefit from 3d printing
environmental classes
in a growing age of "green" should a kind of class be more showcased in eduction? search environmental classes. most of the things where about the environment about
Friday, May 2, 2014
final passion list EXPLORE
- restaurant food
- dance music
- not wearing prints on prints
- USE YOUR TURN SIGNAL
- potted plants are good for you
- not like other girls
- sleep in till noon
- tiny houses
- vodka is nasty
- sweat pants mean you have died on the inside
if you have a restaurant i can assume you can cook
if you cannot cook do not own a restaurant. if you do not know how to cook don't try to give me a lump of charcoal and tell me it is a burger. white sauce is more than flour and milk, but you would not know that because the kind you serve came from a can. i know because every "mom and pop Italian dinner in town tastes the same. like Paul Newman's. If you want me to pay more than 3$ for a meal, do not microwave my food. i get heat lamps for take out restaurants, but if you have table clothes i expect you to know how to work an oven. fjfjfjfjfjjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjjfjfjfj if you mess up an order be sure not to bring me the same messed up thing back.
dance music
don't have your phone out on the floor you look like a boring bastard. don't play a dub step mix of a pop song. accuracy adding more bass to a pop song is not a remix, do not play it as one. if you only come to clubs to do drugs your boring. if you became a DJ and use abilton excusably i will assume you do not know what you are doing. stop asking me if i have found molly. if you wear a head dress to cochilla i assume that is the way you show others you are an ass. PLESE PLEAS PSPADJ do not put giant winde ups in songs with drops that lead to the corus.
i am passonite about dance music getting better
not like other girls
yes you are
yes i am. why do you fixate on being so diffrent? " to me a good date is cuddleing in a blanket fort and watching disny movies and maybe we will makeout a little im not high maintanice like other girls" have fun with that boring ass relaton ship, it is gonna taste like shit mixed with oat meal. "i dont like to wear makeup, i just wear my hair in a bun and wear a sweater im not vain like other girls" who lied to you and told you being girly was bad and what limp dick are you trying to score points with being this way? LOVE YOUR SELF.
Monday, April 21, 2014
glass
th writing may have not been bad, but the place was improper
like he was a good story teller, but this was no place to be telling stories.
a news paper, so checked over he must have been a spending almost as much time covering his ass and making nice with people as much a s he spent writing.
when did he start to lie? why what piece was bland he chose to lie?
did he think he would never get cuught?
where the lies like the bought papers we just talked about? did he feel forced to lie to make his way a head?
if he did not have those personal relationships would he have been caught sooner?
also the class room was weird, he was not getting praise from his parrents or peers, but form a teacher and students. he wanted to be like the people who inspired him, and make the teacher who made him proud.
like he was a good story teller, but this was no place to be telling stories.
a news paper, so checked over he must have been a spending almost as much time covering his ass and making nice with people as much a s he spent writing.
when did he start to lie? why what piece was bland he chose to lie?
did he think he would never get cuught?
where the lies like the bought papers we just talked about? did he feel forced to lie to make his way a head?
if he did not have those personal relationships would he have been caught sooner?
also the class room was weird, he was not getting praise from his parrents or peers, but form a teacher and students. he wanted to be like the people who inspired him, and make the teacher who made him proud.
Monday, April 14, 2014
the humanities project
blair witch project
for my film comparison i chose to do the last movie i watched, the blair witch project! i watched it at a friend’s house during a sleep over, so i chose to re-watch it without screaming and talking over the film.
compared to citizen Kane, the filming seems quite messy, only in the first scene in the grave yard has any real filming techniques, with wide panning shots and close camera framing the grave stones. but in the planning and the concept of the film i think they are more alike. the directors never where on set on the blair witch. the left boxes in the woods for the actors, and planted some people in the town to tell the actors stories about the witch. they really wanted the actors to show fear in a real way.
for effects, the entire film is a gimmick. two cameras in color and in black and white. stands where almost never used, making the whole film look like a home movie. if anything the effects are the story telling. you never see the monster, or any violence shown on camera. suspense through the whole film the shoe never drops.
the suspense in psycho is different from the blair witch. in Blair witch the actors go looking for trouble, wandering into a woods they know is cursed,with little food and a bd map. and the way it is filmed makes it feel like you are going along with them, the camera held at a person hight, and it moves like your head. psycho is “normal”. setting aside the inn keep with creepy birds and mommy issues this is a normal motel stop.during the slasher scene the actress remains unaware until she attacks her. but we can see him creep up on her and we can easily replace our selves in this scene. I shower and someone could sneak up on me!
the blair witch project was made in the 90’s and it kinda showed how collage students live. before they leave they all make jokes and take shots and act like “adults”. but later in the film the behave like children, yelling at each other, and crying for their parents. the end scene has one of the actors standing in the corner of a room like a child, waiting for death. so i think this film is a twisted coming of age film. the actors try to act like adults when on the camera for the documentary, lowering their voices and changing their clothes a little, but swear and make dirty jokes in the next shot. showing the weird melding of a 20-something year old.
i think the future in film will be leaps and bounds toward computer generation, but also a back to basics. Pacific Rim was shot with a lot of models and fully built sets and props and made the film seem a lot more real. or with directors like wes anderson, models and color pallet can make films iconic to that director, while still being engaging and other worldly.
for my film comparison i chose to do the last movie i watched, the blair witch project! i watched it at a friend’s house during a sleep over, so i chose to re-watch it without screaming and talking over the film.
compared to citizen Kane, the filming seems quite messy, only in the first scene in the grave yard has any real filming techniques, with wide panning shots and close camera framing the grave stones. but in the planning and the concept of the film i think they are more alike. the directors never where on set on the blair witch. the left boxes in the woods for the actors, and planted some people in the town to tell the actors stories about the witch. they really wanted the actors to show fear in a real way.
for effects, the entire film is a gimmick. two cameras in color and in black and white. stands where almost never used, making the whole film look like a home movie. if anything the effects are the story telling. you never see the monster, or any violence shown on camera. suspense through the whole film the shoe never drops.
the suspense in psycho is different from the blair witch. in Blair witch the actors go looking for trouble, wandering into a woods they know is cursed,with little food and a bd map. and the way it is filmed makes it feel like you are going along with them, the camera held at a person hight, and it moves like your head. psycho is “normal”. setting aside the inn keep with creepy birds and mommy issues this is a normal motel stop.during the slasher scene the actress remains unaware until she attacks her. but we can see him creep up on her and we can easily replace our selves in this scene. I shower and someone could sneak up on me!
the blair witch project was made in the 90’s and it kinda showed how collage students live. before they leave they all make jokes and take shots and act like “adults”. but later in the film the behave like children, yelling at each other, and crying for their parents. the end scene has one of the actors standing in the corner of a room like a child, waiting for death. so i think this film is a twisted coming of age film. the actors try to act like adults when on the camera for the documentary, lowering their voices and changing their clothes a little, but swear and make dirty jokes in the next shot. showing the weird melding of a 20-something year old.
i think the future in film will be leaps and bounds toward computer generation, but also a back to basics. Pacific Rim was shot with a lot of models and fully built sets and props and made the film seem a lot more real. or with directors like wes anderson, models and color pallet can make films iconic to that director, while still being engaging and other worldly.
make it dream djjdjdjdjddjdjdj
i know i am dreaming. i am shaded but sill baking. salt thick in the air and thick on my
lips, for the heat i cant see the sun.towering ponderosa pines
shifting and groaning on the breeze, making it twilight, with only thin
slashes of light between the trunks. the Forrest around a summer cabin,mixed with a rode trip through California red woods.
needles scrach me. the sap sticks to my hands and hair, fir filling my nose, sticky bitter in my mouth, remembered from a childhood of running in the woods.
moving forward,stopped under the branches, knot in my lower back and in my shoulders. my cheek and forearms sting. watching my feet trudge through shed bones of the trees. craking and snapping under my feet, toasted a Carmel brown on top, rotten to mold silver dust underneath after i kick it up.
getting stuck in my socks, pricking and itching. with sweat, on my temples, under my shirt, dripping. making a curved path down my face and around my stomach and spine. i want this to stop,a lucid twist, and i am there, stepping through the thicket last dusting of pine needles
a beach.or rather a ledge.massive boulders shattered and warn to smaller stones showing red and orange, and painted green in the water below.here is openness here. wide cloudless sky, and flat fading desert. the lake is in a basin, the lake is twisted, cut from rivers, making a deep bowl in the desert, bright blue against so much red and brown. with one island in the middle,with a light house, bright and hard line of white in so much red and blue.lake Powell.
i came here when i was 14, with my mom dad and sister, when we went there was nobody, but in my mind it is a crowded beach. people with towels and umbrellas placed carefully on the rocks crowding the cliff and the slope to the beach.
a lake and people a, relief after a Forrest, brown trunks, brown needles and my own dirty brown hands, red and blue are the colors.
corporate red : towels, umbrellas, bikinis, all trying to blend with the red stone.
red sunburn bodies lain about. looks hot and shiny.pink. suntan lotion and salt after miles of pine refreshes my nose.and the lake matches the sky, not a cloud in sight, hopeless blue.
down the slope, cat stepping around people and carefully between towels, down to the water line. I take off my shoes and peel off my socks pine needles and mold fall out. musty clammy foot sweat. pants rolled tight around my calves, with feet cool in the water. the sky is a bowl framed in red earth. even when my eyes slide shut, i see red. water laps and talks,so clear and blue i can see the bottom it looks so shallow, like i could walk across the whole lake.
but poking at the edge of my mind is The light house. inorganic and odd. it was not here when i was awake, so why would i make it when i am asleep? rigid hard white, a half remembered Greek building sitting on top of a sandstone pillar. squinting to look at the bright whiteness in the blue and red.
another twist and i am there, standing at the lighthouse door. pushing open cool glass doors and up thin steps. the top i can look across the entirety of the lake.
needles scrach me. the sap sticks to my hands and hair, fir filling my nose, sticky bitter in my mouth, remembered from a childhood of running in the woods.
moving forward,stopped under the branches, knot in my lower back and in my shoulders. my cheek and forearms sting. watching my feet trudge through shed bones of the trees. craking and snapping under my feet, toasted a Carmel brown on top, rotten to mold silver dust underneath after i kick it up.
getting stuck in my socks, pricking and itching. with sweat, on my temples, under my shirt, dripping. making a curved path down my face and around my stomach and spine. i want this to stop,a lucid twist, and i am there, stepping through the thicket last dusting of pine needles
a beach.or rather a ledge.massive boulders shattered and warn to smaller stones showing red and orange, and painted green in the water below.here is openness here. wide cloudless sky, and flat fading desert. the lake is in a basin, the lake is twisted, cut from rivers, making a deep bowl in the desert, bright blue against so much red and brown. with one island in the middle,with a light house, bright and hard line of white in so much red and blue.lake Powell.
i came here when i was 14, with my mom dad and sister, when we went there was nobody, but in my mind it is a crowded beach. people with towels and umbrellas placed carefully on the rocks crowding the cliff and the slope to the beach.
a lake and people a, relief after a Forrest, brown trunks, brown needles and my own dirty brown hands, red and blue are the colors.
corporate red : towels, umbrellas, bikinis, all trying to blend with the red stone.
red sunburn bodies lain about. looks hot and shiny.pink. suntan lotion and salt after miles of pine refreshes my nose.and the lake matches the sky, not a cloud in sight, hopeless blue.
down the slope, cat stepping around people and carefully between towels, down to the water line. I take off my shoes and peel off my socks pine needles and mold fall out. musty clammy foot sweat. pants rolled tight around my calves, with feet cool in the water. the sky is a bowl framed in red earth. even when my eyes slide shut, i see red. water laps and talks,so clear and blue i can see the bottom it looks so shallow, like i could walk across the whole lake.
but poking at the edge of my mind is The light house. inorganic and odd. it was not here when i was awake, so why would i make it when i am asleep? rigid hard white, a half remembered Greek building sitting on top of a sandstone pillar. squinting to look at the bright whiteness in the blue and red.
another twist and i am there, standing at the lighthouse door. pushing open cool glass doors and up thin steps. the top i can look across the entirety of the lake.
wc
http://www.powellguide.com/
http://www.ag.ndsu.edu/trees/handbook/th-3-169.pdf
http://theanthrotorian.com/history/2012/10/17/greek-white-and-blue
http://www.ag.ndsu.edu/trees/handbook/th-3-169.pdf
http://theanthrotorian.com/history/2012/10/17/greek-white-and-blue
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