Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Week Five, Discussion Board Four

THINGS I WANT

I want…

- An acoustic drumset

- A new piano

- To get 8 hours of sleep or more every night

- A more scientifically inclined mind

- A bigger home library

- Easier access to necessities 

- Fingers that aren’t heavily damaged and scarred


THE JURY IS STILL OUT

- Is [redacted] actually into me?

- Is the sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S actually funny?

- Is my sister a good cook?

- Is Netflix really the best streaming service?

- Am I actually a decent musician?

- As a teenager, is finding a job really worth it in these times?

- The Spanish I’m learning in class— is it proper?

- Was Deadpool and Wolverine really as good as people said it was?


MY MEDIA AND MY OBSESSIONS

Star Wars

- Minecraft

YouTube

Instagram

- TikTok

- Europe (band)

- Snapchat

- Call of Duty

- Rainbow Six Siege 

- Buddy Rich

- Nirvana

- Guns N’ Roses


THINGS THAT BOTHER ME

- Big-name social media influencers.

- The so-called “popular kids” at my school

- TikTok as a whole

- Overly nit picky people who don’t offer anything constructive

- People who refuse to take accountability

- Love stories/movies/tv shows

- People who take pleasure in hurting others (both physically and mentally)

- Kids at my school who vape in the bathroom stalls and keep out anyone who actually needs them.

-People who can’t go more than five minutes without going on their phone

- People who blame their “OCD” when in reality they’re just someone who likes things to be orderly.

-When kids who are extremely ill come to school and get everyone else sick

-When I email my high school dean and wait a whole month before getting a response (it’s like talking to a brick wall)




        If you really think about it, big name social media influencers are a lot like fast food chains. Both are incredibly popular and have a fairly large following, but they lack real depth. Like fast food, influencers offer quick, easily digestible content that catches the eyes of the masses- especially kids. They promote a lifestyle that, on the surface, seems fancy and exciting, but on a much deeper level, is superficial and ultimately poisons the mind. Your brain gets filled with utter garbage and you start believing that other people know what’s best for you. In times like these, that can be very mentally taxing. It also doesn’t help that the constant streams of advertisements and brand deals make you forget what it’s like to be exposed to genuine material.


    On the other hand, while everyone else seems to adore these influencers and internet celebrities, I find myself craving meaningful interaction. Just as a home cooked meal brings me comfort and satisfaction, I prefer authentic content that provides real value and perspective. Creators who share their true selves— their struggles, their imperfections— are more relatable and inspiring. That’s not something you see with e-celebrities who, like the fast food industry, only show the good parts of whatever it is they’re trying to sell. In the end, they fail to realize that food doesn’t have to look good to taste good.

Thursday, September 19, 2024

WEEK FOUR, DISCUSSION BOARD FOUR

 Conan Doyle gained fame by creating the world's foremost fictional detective in Sherlock Holmes, but what in what ways did he fail to do good detective work himself when it came to the Case of the Cottingham Fairies?             

Doyle’s first mistake was taking the word of two teenage girls, believing that two young women of their class couldn’t possibly pull off such a complicated hoax. Doyle also made an error by sending Edward Gardner, an avid believer in fairies, to investigate. Not once did anyone consider potential bias in the investigation. Gardner and Doyle both made a grave error in their judgement of Elsie Wright.  They didn’t stop to consider the fact that an artistic young girl with the facilities to make realistic fairy cutouts and take fake pictures with an accomplice could do so. Gardner and Doyle were so caught up in their investigation that they couldn’t realize some major red flags. Not very Sherlock Holmes-like.

Conan Doyle had lost both his son and brother in World War I. Deep in grief, he found himself in spiritualism, the occult, and beliefs in fairies. In the next essay, "The Devil Baby of Hull House," hundreds of people, particularly women and mothers, come to visit Hull House (a settlement home for immigrant families) intent on seeing a devil baby that does not in fact exist. What does author Jane Addams discover that many of these women share in common? She listens to the stories of these women, fascinated. Share one of those stories that she uncovers by paraphrasing it here. When you consider Conan Doyle and the stories of these women who come to Hull House, what are some observations you have about why people might be drawn in to believing in things that don't exist? Try to draw connections between the essays.

Author Jane Addams discovers that the one thing the women share in common was the fact that they’d all been faced with disaster and death. They can’t expect anything more from life. They’ve already been through the unimaginable, so at this rate, anything seem’s believable to them. The one story that stuck out to me was the one where two kids out of fourteen made it to adulthood, and they both killed because of the same explosion. This story reminded me a lot of Conan Doyle’s, and how he lost his son and brother to the same war. I feel like as a result of horrifying experiences like these, people tend to form very overactive imaginations as a way of coping with the struggles of the real world. People the three women, or Doyle chase the imaginary, because it frees their minds from the confines of trauma.

"There is nothing scientifically impossible, so far as I can see, in some people seeing things that are invisible to others," Conan Doyle wrote. He conceded that, "Victorian science would have left the world hard and clean and bare, like a landscape in the moon" (qtd. in Losure 92-93). More than a hundred years later in what ways do you agree with Doyle? Is there a particular mystery that you think is beyond science?

I agree with Doyle in the sense that a lot of things the we think to be scientifically impossible are in fact quite the opposite. Science is based on perspective, and not everybody can see or understand the same things. Sometimes, a fresh point of view is all it takes to solve life’s greatest mysteries. One particular mystery that I think is beyond science is the whole idea of the Big Bang. It seems like we have it all figured out, but the fact that there was a whole lot of “nothingness” before our universe just seems beyond human comprehension. I mean, something had to cause the Big Bang, right?                                    

In a long paragraph, create a mystery for a reader of your blog. Choose one world mystery or urban legend or cryptid (often called cryptozoology) such as Bigfoot, chupacabras, ghosts, the Lochness monster, the Jersey Devil, the kraken, mermaids, Mothman, selkies, the Thunderbird, etc.—or any other creature you can think of. Or choose a psychic phenomenon such as telepathy or telekinesis. Using research, explore what evidence exists out there that might or might not prove the existence of such a being? Quote from at least one of your articles. What do you believe after your search? 

Discussion

             All throughout North America, both skeptics and believers have been asking the same question for years now: is there a Bigfoot? Since their first documentation in 1811 by David Thompson, the idea of Sasquatches has gripped the world. For decades, people have reported seeing these large, hairy, almost ape-like creatures. Alleged footprints, hair samples, and blurry photographs and videos have all been put forth as evidence, but with so little being known about Sasquatches, it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s fake. Most researchers claim that the samples presented to them display anatomical features that aren’t notable on any other creatures. It’s worth noting that evidence can be faked, and this has been the basis of many skeptics arguments. Because of this, the notorious Patterson-Gilman film (1967) remains one of, if not the most debated Bigfoot videos of all time. The grainy video quality makes it so difficult to tell whether or not we’re looking at Bigfoot, or some funny guy in a fur suit, which is why the grounds around the film are so hot, even to this day. Regardless, the film sparked a Bigfoot craze throughout the U.S. As sightings continued to skyrocket, so did skepticisms. Every account of Bigfoot was based on human memory, and we all know how unreliable memory can be. “In crime cases…witnesses can be influenced by their emotions and miss or distort important details. In the same vein, people also often overestimate their ability to remember things. When it comes to…Bigfoot, the human brain is capable of making up explanations for events it can’t immediately interpret”(https://www/livescience.com/24598-bigfoot.html). It is for that reason why I hold a firm belief that Bigfoot, as well as other cryptids don’t exist. When people are relaying accounts of certain unexplainable things they’ve face, they exaggerate details and go overboard with their explanations. The impact that Bigfoot had on American culture made it so easy to lie, because people wanted to believe that there was a giant-footed creature out there waiting to be seen.

Thursday, September 12, 2024

Discussion Board Four

 Background: The artwork I selected was “The Death of Lucretia” by Pietro Francelli. It details the moment the Roman noblewoman Lucretia committed suicide in front of a cramped room. I tried to relate my figurative language to everything that I envisioned would have happened during and after the scene portrayed in the artwork.

Simile: The sorrow in Lucretia’s eyes filled the room like a dark cloud.

Metaphor: Her resolve was a blazing fire, consuming the darkness that dishonored her.

Alliteration: Profound pain was painted the faces of the petrified onlookers.

Onomatopoeia: The room was filled by the loud clink of the dagger hitting the floor.

Personification: The dagger seemed to cry out in anguish as it began to slide out from her now lifeless hand.

Hyperbole: Her act of defiance was so great, it shook the very foundations of Rome.

        1.) I glance over at Lucretia as she unsheathes a dagger. The room was dimly lit and very cramped, but I could see her clear as day. The sorrow in her eyes was like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of dread over the entire room. She flipped the weapon towards herself and in a split second, before the any of us could fully cry out, plunged the dagger into her bosom. As the weapon left her chest, it seemed to yell in anguish, its silent scream echoing in my mind. Lucretia’s tight grip on it began to weaken and the hilt began to slide out of her now lifeless hand. The room was filled by the loud clink of the dagger hitting the floor. Everyone froze. It was as if time itself had stood still. Profound pain was painted on the faces of the petrified onlookers, myself included. What happened to that woman was nothing short of tragic. Her honor had been irreparably damaged, and the only way she could make a statement was by doing the unimaginable, despite my reassurances. Whilst I do find this whole ordeal to be shocking and, quite frankly, very depressing, perhaps it’ll finally bring about the change that I’ve been longing to see in our flawed system. Maybe people will now be able to realize what I already have: that the government is corrupt, and those connected to it will only continue to unjustly hurt its people and push them over the edge.

            2.)  The story of Lucretia is a tale that highlights the impact of preserving personal honor. Lucretia was a noblewoman in Rome who was subjected to a violent sexual assault at the hands of Sextus Tarquinius. Despite reassurances from this closest to her, she made the fateful decision to end her life and return her lost honor. This scene is portrayed in “The Death of Lucretia” by Pietro Francelli. It details the moment in which Lucretia ended her life in front of horrified spectators. As she stands there, eyes full of despair and dagger in hand, those around her can be seen in a state of panicked shock. Some reach out to her, others sit flabbergasted. In the end, however, Lucretia’s mind is made, and she takes her own life. The contrasting light and dark colors highlight the gloomy energy surrounding the scene. Lucretia is the only thing emphasized in the picture, perhaps signifying death. Regardless, her demise brought awareness to the government’s misdeeds and would lead to the overthrow of the Roman monarchy.



Friday, September 6, 2024

Social Healing


This isn’t some profound essay about running a marathon or overcoming my greatest fear. No, it’s about doing something for the first time that I should’ve done a long while ago: mustering up the courage to take accountability and apologize for my greatest mistake. “How hard could it possibly be to just say sorry?”, you may be asking yourself right now, but there’s so much more to it than that. What I had at stake was the preservation of the greatest friendship I’ve ever had and for the longest time, that was something my mind couldn’t grasp.

The first grade was when my best friend and I met. We'd connected over shared interests in bands, books, and movies. Throughout the following years, we would do everything together– have sleepovers, play online games, and…share secrets. I was one of the only people in my friend’s life that knew some of the most intimate details of his existence and I took that for granted. About a year ago now, during the first week of school, as my friend and I sat in our school’s cafeteria, I made a joke at his expense, accidentally exposing a rather embarrassing piece of information about him. In an instant, I had shattered my friend’s faith in me. Unsurprisingly, he got really angry, but I was blinded by my overinflated ego. “It’s not that serious,” I said, not wanting to admit my wrongdoing. “If you’re willing to tell me your secret, then surely you’d have told others as well; surely it would’ve gotten out at some point”. Deep down, I knew what I had done was terrible, but I thought admitting my blunder would make me look like a bumbling idiot. Things continued to go south from there. We exchanged some bitter words, I continued to blame him, and we ultimately went our separate ways.

I thought the whole incident had been left behind me, and didn’t think much of it until two Mondays ago when I was prompted to go out over the weekend and try something new for an upcoming assignment. I sat pondering this task, my mind racing with countless ideas. For days, I struggled to come up with a realistic goal. Friday approached and I had nothing. The thought of writing an “adventure essay” without an adventure to talk about ate away at me like a parasite, leeching off all my positive thoughts and replacing them with reminders of a seemingly impossible mission. In a fortunate twist of fate, as I was doom scrolling through instagram for the thousandth time that week, I accidentally opened the photos app, and was greeted with a flashback photo of myself and my ex-best friend at the town fair, sitting on a bench and smiling. Seeing that image finally got me to reflect, and everything clicked into place. The one thing I’ve never done in my life is say the word “sorry” and truly mean it. In all honesty, burning bridges with my greatest pal broke me, and looking back on the whole ordeal, I used to be a jerk. I finally had the chance to right my wrong, but the only question now was how.

I knew that I had to go in with a plan, so I started my approach by researching the psychology of trust and betrayal. To understand the depth of what I had done, I needed to figure out just how damaging my actions were. I read countless articles and watched more videos than I’d like to admit, and I learned one key thing: trust is built over time through consistent positive interaction, but betrayal, especially when it involves personal secrets, can shatter that trust in an instant. When it comes to rebuilding trust, a common thread is the importance of sincere apology and the willingness to make amends.

Armed with this new-found knowledge, I made quick work of trying to get a hold of my friend. I removed his number from my blocklist. I sent him three texts and four calls that Saturday. No answer. “Maybe he’s busy; I’ll come back later,” I said to myself. Sunday rolled around. One more text and five more calls. No answer. You may be expecting to hear me say that I persevered and kept trying, but no, I gave up. It really was over. My hopes of trying to get back into contact with my oldest friend were ready to be put to bed, and so was I. As my eyes closed that night and I began drifting off to dreamland, my peaceful rest was disturbed by the buzzing of my phone. I forced my eyes open and glanced over at my nightstand and there I saw it! In bolded white text was my friend’s contact name and the “slide to pick up” indicator. I shot up out of bed and picked up the phone. We got to talking, and I apologized for everything I said and did that fateful September day. I made a promise to him to think before I say and be more responsible when it comes to what we share about each other. Three hours were spent catching up and rekindling the flame that was our friendship and in the end, we made a pact to keep moving forward. We have plans to meet up next weekend and bond over some video games. We’re taking small steps, but at least they’re in the right direction.

I now know that I have to make a more conscious effort when it comes to being a better friend. Rebuilding the trust of the one closest to me will take time, but I’m dedicated to forging a new bond, one that’s stronger than ever before. Trust is a valuable thing, I can truly grasp that now. It’s through trust that we fully find ourselves and the ability to build deeper, more meaningful connections. Shattering that trust can have undesirable consequences of unimaginable proportions.


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