Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Dark Days

In the documentary Dark Days the sounds are what really make it real. The constant changing between silence of the underground, the intensity of the subway flying through, and the voices of those who live underground. The silence to me was the most disturbing; I couldn't live in such a quiet place of darkness, never know what was lurking, or as was shown in some scenes crawling. The silence was often broken by the, in my opinion, too loudly recorded subway or sometimes by the voices behind the sad stories of those that dwell underneath the ground. 

The documentary was shot in black in white, which for me did nothing because I struggle to watch black and white movies. However, I do believe that it added to the idea of the documentary because they lived in the dark color doesn't really exist and everything about their lives was so routine and in a sense black and white.  The black and white also help to create the very somber mood that seemed to dwell in the underground. 

Most of the people depicted in the documentary were filmed in conversation instead an interview style. Therefor the audience feels as if they are getting to know the people through real life interactions instead of through an interview where the person could answer the questions according to how they wanted to be perceived instead of as they truly are. 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Songs used for my Remix Speech


"Sorority Girl" by luke bryan
I will play this when I menion that i'm in a sorority, I will cut to when he mentions my sorority.


"I love college instrumental" Asher Roth
I will play this when I am talking about the inappropriate things that shouldn't go up on social media because everyone relates this song to crazy partying.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Weary Kind


 "Whisky has been the thorn in your side// it doesn't forget"

"Your body aches//Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate//The days and the nights all feel the same"

"And this ain't no place for the weary kind//This ain't no place to lose your mind//This ain't no place to fall behind" 

"Your lover's warm kiss//Is too damn far from your fingertips//You are the man that ruined her world" 

"Your heart's on the loose//You rolled them seven's with nothing to lose//And this ain't no place for the weary kind" 

 "Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try"

THe Weary Kind

The Weary Kind - Ryan Bingham

This music video goes along well with the song. The song talks about picking ones self up one last time from the whisky bottle and trying at your dream again. The video is very dark like most bars are it is difficult to make out details. The main character of the song is left travelling alone with his guitar adn is repeatedly shown preforming in different bars and waking up in dirty hotel rooms. The main character is shown drinking often and always looks unhappy. Until finally he picked himself up after what appeared to be a very rough night and was given another chance on the big stage and he made the most of it: sober. After this it shows him creating real relationships and being stable, and it flashes shots of his old one night stands relationships as the chorus is played again. The tools used to get the story and mood across in this music video is dark lighting, repetition, and plot.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

TIB that facebook controls perception


Scariest adventure of my life: formal recruitment before my first semester in college. I would rather sit in a pit of snakes or cliff jump before I put myself through something like formal recruitment again. Now granted, I did make it through alive, barely, and I have joined a sorority, but I didn't realize that when I joined literally every aspect of my social media would be tracked and stalked to ensure that I am representing my sorority well. As my older sisters love to point out: I am always wearing my letters. 
In my sorority, because it is so old and based on traditions, there are many rules about what can and can not go up on my Facebook or any other aspect of social media. I am more aware now than I ever have been of what my Facebook says about me and I am a firm believer that social media, especially Facebook, controls how I am perceived. Facebook is now my first impression. 
            I “creep” on myself often, to ensure that my pictures, posts, and likes all reflect how I want to be perceived. I now think every time before I tweet or upload a photo: “will I be asked to discipline for this?” The rules are there for a reason, I don’t want the opinion first created of me or my sorority to be one of  partiers. I want my own Facebook and my sisters’ Facebooks to reflect our most appealing and respectable attributes. This is why my Facebook consists of photos of me going to church with my grandparents, fundraising with my sisters, or having fun at prom, but not after prom.
Coming out of high school I had a teacher that stressed the importance of keeping our social media clean, and I never put too much stock into what he was saying until after I joined Phi Mu. Now being on the other end of recruiting girls to join our sisterhood I see how often social media comes into play. To ensure we are getting good girls that won’t embarrass the sorority with bad language, attitude or party antics we often check their Facebooks and twitters.
I now know that no matter how terrible of a day I’m having tweeting just the F bomb will not reflect very well upon me, nor will those solo cup pictures that made you cool high school, or the skirts that are just short enough that when you sit down your undies peek out. People do look, and as funny as it was when the picture was taken it never should have been put on Facebook for your friends, family, future employers and even strangers to see. An opinion is made about you, and no matter how good of a person you really could be, all others see is that one drunken night you can’t defend because it has been posted for others to look at when you’re not around. Facebook is your first impression: don’t blow it. 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

TIB step parents

I don't care a thing about being a step parent. I don't have any and I hope to never be one. I don't think anything she said proved anything about how hard being a step parent is, as she originally stated. And just to correct to her: you become a step parent by definition when you marry the original mom/dad. This essay was monotone and boring, I was honestly on facebook during the entire thing. There was nothing about this essay that appealed to me.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

This I Believe "Every Person Deserves Respect"

After learning the the speaker was the Vice President of Google I was even more impressed by what he was talking about. Vint Cerf has been deemed the "father of the internet" he made insulting people anonymously an option, but his TIB essay really struck me. I myself do not handle disrespect well, whether it is me being disrespected  my friends, family or even a stranger I do not take it lightly. I strongly believe that no one person is better than any other. Vint Cerf said that he now strives to ask people about their stories so that he can always learn new things and after talking to a limo driver that was also a retired CEO he says he no longer looks at people working "below" him as sad or unfortunate. When I got my first minimum wage job I realized how much people judge others. I worked at Dairy Queen on the richer end of Louisville and these women would come in with their children in the middle of the day, while I'm sure their husbands were working, and they would be down right rude and disrespectful to my coworkers, my friends. I hated it, they didn't know anything about my coworkers, most of them worked harder than most people I knew and they certainly did not deserve that disrespect. To hear that such a rich and obviously smart man like Vint Cerf could also see that really makes me feel better about humans; however he was hard to listen to because his voice never changed, it was easier to read what he was saying than listen to it. I don't think that I would have been able to listen to it if I wasn't interested and connected to what he was speaking about.