Dear Oresia, I honestly do not know where to start. Well, I guess I do; thanks you for your letter and kind words. I, too, feel like the alchies of arganee and the goaafies can learn to coexist. I am certain we will all continue to collaborate together and make beautiful art that can surely…
#dda98: Google Translate Roulette
I chose to do the 98th DDA: Google Translate Roulette with a Christian song that I always listen to called “Cornerstone” by Hillsong. I absolutely love this song and it’s melodies, and the words are near and dear to my heart. In addition, most of my coworkers, colleagues, and friends know that I incorporate my…
Spilling My Heart: Storied Campus Entry
To be quite honest, this photo is very unflattering to me, and it might have you wondering how a doorway can explain what Kean is really like. Well, let me tell you. For about a year and a half I went to the University of New Haven in West Haven, CT. I was a music…
Bear With Me
This might be my shortest blog post thus far; I am actually not sure, so let us find out. I am going to play around with two ideas from this past week. One of my ideas has to do with this storied campus business... this ingenious idea that has been presented to my class. If…
Dream Girl
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“Let’s go to our happy place.” Mommy would say when Daddy’s voice began to hit a certain octave–somewhere between a beastly bellow and a rumbling growl. It bounced off bone.Brokebone–when a slur accompanied it.Sometimes when it didn’t.
Mommy told the nurses I was clumsy–a topsy, turvy tot falling head over teapot. Lost in my own little dream land. The nurses never looked as convinced as Mommy did.
Hospitals were frequent but transient haunts, us hollow-eyed phantasms in advance mourning for the identities we’d hastily shed once clear of the emergency room’s sliding glass–don’t catch your doppelgänger’s eyes–doors. Make-believe Mommy and dream-clumsy daughter, a match made to burn.
Mommy ignited first. Led by example.
Shot herself up with liquid fire then drew my bath like a matchstick drawn across its box. Asked me to jump into the flames. Pretend I was a molten…
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Can You Hear Me Now?
Okay, so we're back. Not only was I completely checked out during Spring Break, but these couple of weeks back weren't necessarily that great. There is a lot going on, and I am constantly under a lot of stress. I get the sense that I am not the only one less than thrilled to be…
The Network Effect and other little things.
MEMES & GIFS You thought I was going to start with the Network Effect site didn't you? Hehe, sorry no, but if you haven't checked it out please do. Click here. Within the past week, the class was asked to create some of our own media content. It was a fun experience, especially seeing what…
Sound: Unclogging the ears; closing the blinds on poetry.
SOUND *Adele's voice* Hello, it's me! Let's roll right on in and waste no time. Sound... it's everywhere right? Sometimes I long for an unearthly quietness like Jad Abumrad mentions in his talk about radio and empathy, but that's not really reality. Let me take a moment to backtrack, and touch on the video clip…
*sings* You Better Shape Up
Okay, so the gif above might not exactly have anything to do with the shaping that I am going to be talking about in a second, but come on... GREASE! Talk about a story eh? Anywho, hello inhabitants of Earth! This week I have been asked to think about the shapes of stories because there's…
Picture This!
STORYTIME The first and most prevalent aspect of this week's blog post is the five card flickr story assignment. My most visceral reaction to this assignment was that of frustration. I had major writer's block, and I could not drum up anything in my mind. I probably stared at the five photos that I chose for…
