April 12, 2011
I can tell you what i am not doing, but what i am doing is an elusive topic for me. today i am surviving. tomorrow it all comes together. i finish training at work to be a server. this will be the second food service job i have had. the difference tomorrow is that i will only have one job. i will no longer serve two masters. this will allow me more time for myself. this is why it all begins tomorrow.
i will sew everyday. even if its one stitch or just a button. how did i become excellent at anything i do well, i do it everyday.
i will write, even just a one phrase or thought, that is original, unique or fun each day
i will draw, and become better than i am now. i will draw the human form and gain my own style of croquis. i will draw fabric until i can imagine and draw any weight of fabric as it should drape.
these are my goals for now. three habits to form in 30 days. then i will make three more.
i want to be the happiest person i can be. i want these skills. i will win them for myself, i will succeed
January 10, 2009
i now see myslef as a fool. i have broken the trust of the woman i most love. she is not my highschool sweetheart or the love of my life. she is my mother.
i came home thirty minutes ago to be berated by her for my foolishness. i didnt call to check in or tell her where i am. this was because i wasnt doing anything i felt warented a call. playing games with a friends, and a friend’s parent doesnt seem all that dangerous to me. but she made it clear how much she worries about me when i am out late. not just because she doesnt know where i am, also because it will eventually catch up with me. having ony 19 years of life compared to her 57 makes her have such better insight.
she has seen a lot, and wants me to have teh best i can. i want it to. this goal can onlybe reached through responsibility and action, not by living moment to moment. reaching goals takes a focus i have lost sight of. i have to tuen it around if i wish to make it. i will need to make major changes, i wish i had seen that before it made my mom get to the point of yelling.
amendments i need to make
1. study more
2. sleep more (not just more naps either)
3. making good on the things i say will do (promises dont always end in the words “i promise”)
4. finaly show that family truly does come before your friends
lets start with those four. and mom if you read this i again am sorry and plan to show you that your investment in me was not in vain. this is not however to please you but to bring you the honor you deserve.
January 1, 2009
As I look back across my life I realize all around me are people who claim to have the “love of God”. I sometimes doubt that. Not their faith, their love. As I begin to fantasize about my reality which is to my father nothing more than a joke he has to but in and say all of my ideas are just some sort of horoscope and that if I actually believe what I say my life is being lived after the teaching of a fortune cookie.
To this man all I have to say is your life is based off of a bunch of lies someone else made up. So I choose fantasy and musing, not some bull handed to me by society. You can choose “reality”, I don’t care, just let me be. I like to think about how things could be if they were different. For example if the wisdom of Buddhism was true how cool would it be if I could materialize my chakra, shaping it into powerful attacks. This opens the door to possibilities in my imagination my father will never see, even in the minds eye. He, like many around us will only see what is placed right before them. Personally, I refer to this state reality.
I have no clue why anyone would like this place better than mine. Yes my fantasy includes things such a social inequality based on sex religion and race…gasp. Take a look around you. That is what you have too. I just bend the rules and dream. This takes my pain away. This is why I am a chronic sleeper, and abhor those who purposely try to usurp my part of my waking moments. This is the time I travel back inside my mind to remember and record the happenings in my personal world. If you mess this up it would be as if I erased your find memories of yesterday. I don’t appreciate it.
If you are one of those who dislikes musing and enjoys the droll happenings of your life that are handed to you by someone else, stop and hit the back button now.
Imagine a place where there is a lonely entity. They live in a thriving community. They are happy and have many friends. Suddenly something happens that disturbs the status quo. They immediately feel the pain of loneliness. This immediacy is only relative. To me it may have felt like a thousand or million years. To bear with the pain this thing goes to sleep and hides away in their thoughts. Dreams flow forth and the sky is the limit. They sink inside themselves, deeper….and deeper… deeper still. Then they cannot awaken. If they cannot wake then it is entirely possible to live a million lifetimes or more before the shell keeping their mind alive dies. This number is irrelevant. This place they have created is the preservation of their mind and soul. As the other entities around them die somehow this one individual by introversion has stayed alive. This is the earth.
We are the dream, complex in every way. Each of created in the way she was and hopefully one of us will do the same continuing life. This brings me to the climax of this idea. I am a dreamer. I cannot help but remember all of my dreams. Hopefully I will pass this on to the next generation, or be the one to dream my existence further into reality. Like and onion there are many layers of dreamers. Some dream big within the realm of another persons cream and become only as great as the entities mind will allow and others with superior minds or by accident discover the gate to creating something all their own. Untouchable. Uncontrollable. Incomparable.
In the next few weeks I hope to publish some of my best dreams. If you so not like them let me know why. If your only reason for dislike is your strong belief in reality, I won’t care. And is you read this dad I hope you realize I enjoy living my life according to some dumb idiotic even insane or lunatic-esque wisdom put in a fortune cookie.
December 3, 2008
On that day, the day we burnt our mother, there were those who ran from here and those who were pushed close to her. They hid in many places to avoid the fire. The water is where most found refuge. A few found safety in the highest parts of the mountains. Others, though ran from her arms when the fire hit, hoping to outrun death. Only the blessed survived that day.
Those who lived were weeded out by disease and hunger, the earth not longer could give life to all of us. Those in the sea choked when they surfaced for a breath, they could not return to their homes yet. It would be a century of surviving to live before we were able to come back to the low lands. This created the perfect place for crime to rise up. Those who were strong enough took what they wanted. They became heroes to some. Then the shuttles returned. They “restored order”.
These humans lucky enough to flee earth’s atmosphere were the rich. They could afford to take with them the makings of a new society. This made them feel responsible to come back one day and save those they couldn’t bring with them. But their children had other ideas. They enslaved the earth people and set themselves apart as a higher order. They terrorized their brothers and grew rich.
There was one, though, that remembered justice. He knew when it rained, that was the earth crying for its people. He felt the pain of losing everything except his soul. He was the last of a great many ninja. The rest had fled their home, but he stayed behind. Now he returned to bring justice.
There was a distinct line between the nature and the cities. The great walls on the outside were green, but within were white, suiting the humans within. Even this outpost was huge. It had to be. This was the closest place for many to find “refuge”. What they found here wasn’t society but backbreaking labor and a cot. Others who came earlier created a stable middle class creating the look of a stable society. The rich however lived in large homes towering the circular city. Soon they would regret forsaking their promises.
One day a man dressed in black entered the city. His long flowing robes caught the attention of everyone he passed. The robes moved like water when he slowly walked down the busy streets. Beneath his cloak was a vibrant pattern of red, a color strictly for the rich. He stuck out like a sore thumb in this city, his clothes were old. Now people chose to wear stylish, snug fitting one piece suits. These were efficient and were adaptable to many climates, including outside this city, the desert.
This man was very old. He entered my family’s hotel and I could feel something come from him, he did not fear. Everyday my family knew we could be sent to the mines if we did not pay our dues. We lived in fear. After my father died it was left up to me to care for my younger brother and the business. My mother died before we even came here, I don’t really remember her. But this man intrigued me, so I let him stay, heck we needed the money!
He paid using gold, this was a hassle. Usually everyone used their I.D. bands. These were issued to each of us as we were accepted into society again. It tracked us but being in the cities beats fighting the outside. Being paid in gold meant having to across town to the city hall to have the money certified and added into the system. This took a while and the credits were taxed extra before given back because the gold had to be processed. We were happy to have any guest in these times; it was hard to make quotas during the working time. That night we served the man his requested meal. Ramen.
In the morning the old man was gone. He returned late the next night. He finally spoke.
“Do you enjoy your lives here?” he asked.
“Beats being outside trying to rebuild everything from scratch,” I replied quickly.
“You aren’t free though, you don’t know what is out there, you are forced to stay within these walls, doesn’t that bother you at all,” he asked slowly.
“I don’t like to think about it,” I said.
You see I often thought about what it would be like to live somewhere else other than this man made place. I had read in the historical documents of places where water ran free and there were masses of trees, called forests, that didn’t grow in pots. So I did like to dream about leaving, but I wasn’t allowed, my fate was sealed, or so I thought.
“I live outside these walls, I am my own man, you don’t have to fight nature to live, nature takes care of you. I can teach you to live a new way if you come with me, I’ll leave tomorrow morning if you care to join me,” said the old guy. Then he disappeared to his room.
I never should have listened to him. That next day was crazy. The old man, I never learned his name, woke me up. It was far before curfew was to be over and barely morning.
“You ready?” he asked even though he knew.
We jumped out a window and were on our way. I felt bad leaving my brother behind but he always played it safe. So I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t come.
I had little time to think as I followed this guy. He was swift. He ran down alleyways, climbed gutters and maneuvered like a cat. I, on the other hand was like a three legged dog. As I followed this dark flowing figure we closed in on the gate. This gate was open to anyone wanting to come it. It looked rather welcoming. It became the door to a steel trap when you entered. There were guards on either side, in each of the 5 check in booths, and some patrolling the wall above. You could leave, just not alive.
That day I witnessed the start of a new order. I was commanded to stay back. This seemed like a suicide mission to me. One man vs. ten. Not only that this one man was ancient. I didn’t learn until later that it is not always best to trust odds.
As Old Guy approached the guards slowly one came out to greet him.
“Halt, you have broken curfew and have approached a gate to closely you will be sent swiftly to processing and then to serve your punishment.” That was the last thing that guy ever said.
Suddenly the old guy was gone. I didn’t even see him move. He was a blur and then he was clear again standing behind the guard who fell. I was now having second thoughts about this guy. I felt he might actually win. What happened next I will never forget. An old man surrounded by nine men with guns is how it began. He took a stance and closed his eyes. One arm was far in front the other by his cheek. His legs were far apart. In the outstretched hand he held a metal stick that was flat and slightly curved. It glowed in the moonlight.
Then he began to move. Each time he did I lost him then he appeared again and again. He was dodging bullets. Myths spoke of this but I didn’t believe it until I saw it happen that day. One by one Old Guy’s assailants fell. They never really stood a chance. He was yards away from some and in a flash he was above them, behind them, below them and all around them. Red flew everywhere. When the massacre was finished one of the men managed to sound an alert before dying.
The old man and I left that night, we would not return for years.
November 17, 2008
Our planet we left is in ruins. It is the year 3023. Sheer necessity drove us to create a global community focused solely on finding a new home. Success was ours, we found a suitable dwelling, getting there was the problem. Being over 20 light years away it would take some effort for our people to move. Generation after generation was born, raised and then died aboard this beautiful vessel, The ARK, the meaning of the acronym now forgotten but it was still a pretty ship. That style of living was to become ancient history once we reached our destination.
As we approached, this tiny spec grew. It appeared to have matured since we left on that mission to find it. Everything was going according to plan. This planet should have been sustainable for many years to come. We continued to travel towards it. Excitement was mounting…then we sent out the probes. The things we saw were disturbing at best.
We observed a species, not our own, which appeared to have beaten us to the punch. Then we took a closer look and realized then these hideous or, at best, intriguing things were natives to the planet. Being hopeful for a prosperous life for our people we chose to observe longer to determine how advanced they were and if we could life in harmony together.
At first we were impressed with the organization. Acting in the way a hive would, they mindlessly worked for the greater good of a few select kings and queens it seemed. These beings built large buildings for their workers to come to everyday. They all seemed content with their lives. We kept watching and realized most of these did not actually work all day. The creatures seemed to choose to abuse themselves one or two times after each work cycle, ingesting chemicals and going nuts as though to please someone. Later they began to mate with one another, completely at random. There is no explanation for such erratic behavior other than a primal instinct, which we have fortunately learned to do away with for the most part.
On the subject of being primitive, I would like to point out many of the features of functional behavior that this species could never understand. No matter what you are, or where you came from, you should at least desire to care for your own kind. These beasts were so close to being primordial goop they didn’t even blink an eye at killing off hundreds, possibly thousands of their own a day. The most powerful in this place scoffed at those who were weak. Some live alone in nests big enough for several to live in, yet there were many who still lived outside in the harsh environment. Perhaps these were a lower rank of royalty; they act in the same way. Both do not have to work and have workers who protect and feed them. The one major similarity is that neither group seems to be happy; perhaps that is the price of not being blissfully ignorant like the rest of their society.
As we were observing this behavior we looked at other idiosyncrasies found on this planet. There seemed to be an intricate lattice of stone built all over the ground. This led us to believe these creatures were even more primitive than first thought. What creature destroys the thing it lives in or on? A virus? This is what we almost concluded these disgusting things had to be. They would seem happy, then all of a sudden something would disrupt their organization and they would spread, demolishing anything in their path, even one another. Perhaps they originated from here but they were too organized to be categorized solely by their violence. This must be the result of combining the most undesirable aspects of bees with a virus and letting them run rampant.
Some hives were very large, containing many workers. There also were hives that were specifically made to bread aggressive versions of this species. They were contained until the moment the leader releases them on another hive. Some were better bred than others. There was one hive network that sat dormant at that time even though they could take the entire planet. For some reason they remain mostly dormant, fighting only for undesirable territory that is obviously useless and against weak threats.
It seems that even though these were the most aggressive in the group, the others can also express this violence. Looking at the weakest and smallest of this species we see that they interact much like the rest of the planet but on a smaller scale. They group together with one another. Then they would single out a weak target and attack, but not before they have made this individual scared and powerless. The idea that this society actually would perpetuate hate, fear and violence just makes our stomachs churn. At least we tried to help the weak. Here they kill them off for their own benefit.
Seeing this I decided to propose the idea that we rid the galaxy of this threat and destroy the planet, or at least the species entirely. Imagine if we became infected with whatever it was they had. We could become the same way. I hope that we would have the sense to not kill our own over useless territory. Perhaps we have just gotten past this. I feel however this planet lacks one huge factor, love. From what we observed these beings had evolved far enough to be the dominant species, but did not care about the results of their actions. They poisoned themselves and their resources, living solely to be the most powerful, not for anything important like happiness. This brought me to my conclusion that this species was no where near being sentient; rather they were more similar to bugs in all their behavior.
Observe the bee. Their hives were neat and organized. They kill other hives near by, going after easy targets first to assert dominance. They hoard resources and rape the land of anything they need. If they were to grow to our size, as these creatures have succeeded in doing, we would see the horror that is now called Earth. Ready the fleet and prepare to cleanse our planet of this primitive eyesore.
During the extermination process a human looks up toward the impending doom approaching and thinks to himself , “These must be one of the most atrocious species ever made. They have no care for the beings that they are about to kill they usurp and kill anything they want to, even our home. What a greedy bunch of animals they must be to evolve without realizing that they need to care for not just one another but everything and everyone. Did they not discover love, or perhaps they deemed it too powerful and hid it away. Why could they not see that there were redeeming features in each individual human, we can see it each other. We are not hate filled beings, perhaps they can learn from our history when we are gone and become loving and compassionate just as we were.”
He looks down, a tear falls from his eye. It lands softly on his signature which authorized the bombing of a small village.
November 2, 2008
The story of Harrison Bergeron’s death is scary, at best to think about. We in America have taken so much stock in capitalism I doubt something like this could ever happen here. I feel this story is actually amplifying what Vonnegut found to be hindering us in our culture.
Vonnegut clearly does not want perfect equality, at least not this way. In the story we see how the government has taken total control of everyone in society. The best and brightest are tortured day in and day out in the name of equality. Those of average talent are praised and given no restraints. This is what Vonnegut is trying to poke fun at. If we truly did away with inequality, would we be happy, or just equal? I feel we would only be equal. It is the differences in people that make the world so wonderful. This is the essence of what Vonnegut tried to convey.
I feel that even though this story would never actually come true we can see similarities in today’s culture. He touches on the fact that not everyone is created equal and that the government might try to equalize us through odd means. If we take a hard look at our educational system we see something similar. Far too many students are getting 4.0s in high school. We are being given a sub-par education. High school no longer is a resource for teaching students; rather it is a testing ground where you go to learn to take tests that will get you into the college of your choice. We are being forced into equality through a dulling of our educational system.
The movie version of Harrison Bergeron I felt did a better job of connecting the society we see today with the one in the story. Intelligence was more heavily stressed than beauty or strength, which is true today. More educated people “make it” than pretty or athletic people. I feel this story is actually the better of the two for describing our situation.
As we follow Harrison we see the story shift greatly from the original. Harrison and his family only have to wear bands, not giant weights. Harrison is arrested, but does not escape due to intense strength. He is also not angry and power hungry, he doesn’t declare himself king. The essence of the story is not lost, however. The audience still sides with Harrison and finds the idea of intense equality horrific at best. The power of the imagery in the movie is lost.
Not being able to see or imagine giant sheet metal and masks used to make us equal makes the story less intense. I feel that the ones in control were far too lenient, they allowed far too much risky behavior go on. The general being one rampaging power for equality creates a much better dichotomy of our government. We may not identify with the written story as well but it is the better of the two.
When creating a story to convey a point of view or idea it is sometimes best to make everything larger than life. This is why the written story is better. The reader knows that what they are reading cannot be truly what the author intends you to believe. You learn to look past the characters name and look solely at their role, matching them with people or functions of society. The movie just blatantly tells the viewer the government is bad. This is why some stories are better not adapted from one page of text to two hours of film.
October 23, 2008
We each have a favorite band or genre of music. We hold these favorites close. We do not share them readily with every stranger we meet. The music we listen to defines who we are. Often you have a few friends with the same tastes in music as you. Although you may hate a certain song artist or genre, there is no denying the fact that music influences mankind.
Right now I am listening to the postal service. This album in particular I heard one day coming while driving on the highway with my sister. The flow of the songs and the electronic style meshed so well with the mood outside. The falling drops of rain as they hit the car accentuated the music perfectly. It felt as though the rain was made for the album and the album for the rain.
I cannot think of another song or album that has had the same influence on me. The weather and happy moments will b forever bound to this album for me, and it doesn’t hurt that I loved electronic music to begin with. This however solidified my love of anything new and interesting in music.
Techno and electronic music can be hard to listen to at times. The driving beat can be a bit much when you wish to chill. This is why I have decided to listen to many genres and stylistic tastes to create a play list that fits the many facets of my life. When I need a boost I throw on some trance by tiesto, the music builds taking you form just out of bed to ready for a test in 5 minutes. When I want to go to bed or think I listen to electronic. It is wonderful that the techno class of music has no lyrics. It has allowed me to become a pensive person, interacting with the music how I want to not how the lyricist thinks I should. The softer tones and predictable beats don’t shock the listening individual allowing them to slip into a relaxed meditative mood.
As we grow and change we slough off music and add new tracks. We might not like that one hit single from N-Sync or the Backstreet Boys, but nostalgia has its way of forcing us to love them forever. Music itself is a powerful medium. It separates and molds us into the people we are, becoming the reflection of our thoughts and ideals.
October 14, 2008
Technology: the lubrication of life today. Not just any technology: specifically computers and wireless gadgets. We never have to be alone. We share our ideas and read others accumulating knowledge faster and more efficiently than any other society before us could. We take our laptops everywhere. You no longer need to drive to a store to apply for a job. You don’t have to use notebooks to take notes. Wherever you are all you need to connect is a computer.
The first computer ever built couldn’t fit into a single room. It was slow and buggy. Today‘s computers are light, less than three pounds including the battery. This makes computer on the go a possibility; our culture today makes it necessary. If you have not bought a laptop and are in college, you are at a distinct disadvantage. These are the tools of the future that will continue to shape and form the way we live. Computers may change in size, shape or interface but the more we use them the more we need them.
The laptop looks oddly similar to a clam. It has an outer shell that protects it. The casing is plain the Asus logo branded on the top in silver lettering. The body color is entirely black with chrome accents. It is made of plastic and is small. A sheet of printer paper nearly covers the top of the machine. It is just shy of one inch deep when folded. It weighs little more two and a half pounds. The laptop is rectangular with rounded corners. There are slats in the sides and bottom. On the side there are many holes. On the left side there is a rectangular hole for the USB and a square hole for the LAN cable. There are also two holes neighboring these on the other side of the slats near the front. One is colored pink, the other green. On the right side there are 4 holes. The two in the middle match the USB port. On the opposing side there two USB ports. On one side of these there is a slot which is occupied by a sliver of plastic with the letters “SD” branded onto its face. On the other side of the rectangles is a trapezoid trapping an array of tiny holes, 15 to be exact.
This clam of sorts goes from simple to complex when it is opened. The hinges seem a bit sticky. The top fully opens a few degrees shy of a half revolution. One side is covered in tiny little squares. Each key has a symbol on it: some have two or three. The space between them resembles a map of city blocks that do not align. There is a shiny bar with a small groove in the middle closest to the user. Above this is a sunken rectangle that seems out of place beside the raised set of squares, but is an important tool for interfacing with the computer. There is one elongated rectangle above this; it is trapped with the other keys that make up the keyboard but is obviously different and larger. These three are the odd ones out; they sit below the rectangle filled with the squares and are free from symbols.
The side beyond the hinge is dark, when turned on this dark panel comes alive with color. It has a sunken face with a half inch boarder surrounding it. Although black this panel has a much different feel from the rest of the object. Above this sunken face is a silver rectangle with a dot in the center. This is the camera; the letters beside it denote that it is 1.3 mega-pixels. To the left of this is a tiny hole, home to a microphone, with a symbol etched beside it. There are four rubbery black dots at the top of the panel evenly spaced to help protect the screen from cracking when closed. They are incongruous with the smooth feel of the object. On the hinge that creates a clear separation of these halves is a single button. It has a symbol similar to a circle with a line coming from its center. This line intersects the edge of the circle at the very top continuing just slightly then stopping.
This artifact invokes many emotions when someone comes in contact with it. Many people do not realize that my laptop is a laptop. The signature plastic feel and look of the object is a dead giveaway that this is hi-tech. We have grown so accustomed to technology that it all looks so similar. From televisions to laptops to phones we borrow the same sleek design. As culture shifts so does design.
This object is designed to invoke a feeling individuality, class and style. Until very recently all computers were beige. Today we can find any color laptop we want, even ones with art infused into the design to give you than individualistic feel. Our culture in America today demands you conform to non-conformity. We are the pinnacle of capitalist ideals. Each person works to succeed only for themselves. Each of us can wear whatever we want and bleed our fashion, style and sense of self into everyday objects to broadcast who we are. Rarely will a company market just two colors, white and black in this case, to their customer. This in itself creates individuality in the market of today. This computer, being simple by design, makes a statement against the overly complicated design used by the corporate power in America.
This laptop’s most important attributes have nothing to do with its color. The laptop is extremely small, one of the smallest on the market today. Its size is its most defining feature. A laptop takes the idea that we can always be connected and takes it to a whole new level. Being the fraction the size and weight of many other laptops adds to the practicality of computing on the go. No matter where I am I can pull out my laptop and connect instantly to the world around me. Being a fully functional laptop in these dimensions makes this computer capable of running applications on the go that a phone could not. Why do we enjoy this idea of mobility? We cannot stand to be disconnected. That is what all mobile technology represents. We invented a mail system to carry notes to one another. After that we designed phones, email, instant messaging, car phones, cell phones and texting. We as humans are evolving towards a global community, like the one we had thousands of years ago.
In the very beginning of history we were all connected and very intimate as a species. As we grew farther and farther apart we still held onto that feeling of community by creating tribes, cities, states, and nations. Now we are progressing towards a society where we can all connect again. We can see it in the way we design new technology. My laptop has a built in camera and microphone above the screen. This allows me to talk to a person, not just a screen name. We can now have a face to face conversation with anyone. Gone are the days when you bump into someone new on the streets, now you meet in communities in a realm other than the physical. You are not bound by the region you live in. You can travel the globe as easily as you can walk next door to meet your neighbor. We like to feel connected, but like to remain anonymous. We have gleaned what we liked about our culture in the past, community, and blended it with our culture today, individualism and anonymity. This creates the dichotomy of our civilization. We don’t know who our neighbor is or the name of the market owner down the street, yet we remain completely connected to one another.
As we grow and shift as a race we will find ways to fill our desires whilst sloughing off unwanted attributes in our culture. We choose to be individuals to the point of prettifying our tools. We have successfully figured out how to design our environment around ourselves but have lacked the technology to design our own culture individually. Today we have created the tools to create our own place. To get there we only need to connect to the internet. With the shrinking of technology that is happening everyday we will be able to connect from anywhere in the world to our home, our friends and humanity as a whole. Eventually we will become a disconnected through connection.
October 2, 2008
Technology: the lubrication of life today. Not just any technology: specifically computers and wireless gadgets. We never have to be alone. We share our ideas and read others accumulating knowledge faster and more efficiently than any other society before us could. We take our laptops everywhere. You no longer need to drive to a store to apply for a job. You don’t have to use notebooks to take notes. Wherever you are all you need to connect to society is a computer.
I chose to describe my mini laptop. The first computer ever built couldn’t fit into a single room. It was slow and buggy. Today we computers are light, less than three pounds including the battery. This makes computer on the go a possibility, our culture today makes it necessary. If you have not bought a laptop and are in college you are at a distinct disadvantage. These are the tools of the future they will continue to shape and form the way we live. Computers may change size, shape or interface but the more we use them the more we need them.
This thing sits before me. It looks oddly similar to a clam. It has an outer shell that protects it. This object is also entirely black. It is made of plastic and is small. It weighs little more two and a half pounds. It is rectangular with rounded corners. There are slats in the sides and bottom. On the side there are many holes. On the left side there is a rectangular hole and a square hole. There are also two holes neighboring these on the other side of the slats near the front. One is colored pink, the other green. On the right side there are 4 holes. The two in the middle match the rectangular one on the opposing side. On one side of these there is a slot which is occupied by a sliver of plastic with the letters “SD” branded onto its face. On the other side of the rectangles is a trapezoid trapping an array of tiny holes.
This clam of sorts goes from simple to complex when it is opened. The hinges seem a bit sticky. The top only opens a few degrees shy of a half revolution. Inside this thing one side is covered in tiny little squares. Each has a symbol; on it some have two or three. The space between them resembles a map of city blocks that do not align. There is a shiny bar with a small groove in the middle. Above this is a sunken rectangle that seems out of place beside the raised set of squares. There is one elongated rectangle above this. These three are the odd ones out; they sit below the rectangle filled with the squares and are free from symbols.
The side beyond the hinge is dark. It has a sunken face with a half inch boarder surrounding it. Although black this panel has a much different feel from the rest of the object. Above this sunken face is a silver rectangle with a dot in the center. To the left of this is a tiny hole with a symbol etched beside it. There are four rubbery black dots at the top of the panel evenly spaced. They are incongruous with the smooth feel of the object. On the hinge that creates a clear separation of these halves is a single button. It has a symbol similar to a circle with a line coming from its center. This line intersects the edge of the circle at the very top continuing just slightly then stopping.
September 29, 2008
This movie was probably the pinnacle of movie technology when it débuted. Now it has that antiquainted feel. I really enjoyed this movie, but found some of the CG lacking.
If forced to use sub-par CG animation with human actors shoot it on a blur screen. This movie proves that if you can create an illusion and keep the audience in there, they can believe the lie. I feel that if a vector was chasing the main characters in the real world the movie would seem too unbelievable. Keeping the digital realm separate and personifying the programs added to the illusion the director created.
The illusion is only half the battle. The movie has to be paced to keep the audience intent on watching. This movie moved quite swiftly. The ending was extremely rushed. I would have liked to see more resolution, but the open ending was fun too.
Now that we all agree that this movie was well made, even for my critical eye, we can look past the acting, CG and directing. There was definitely a parallel to western theology. The users being the god figure and the programs the beings that worship us created an image of a human’s relationship with God. I feel that whoever wrote Tron was not a believer in an omnipotent god, rather, god is a being who is as ignorant as the creation. That is how it seems at times.
I found it interesting that although the user trapped in the system was not special in any way he still saved the programs. He felt he wasn’t meant to be a savior yet he became what his followers believed him to be. It is truly amazing what a mere man can become if there is someone who truly believes in them. The imagery adds to the story of this savior.
If you look at the digital world it is very dark and ominous. Each program puts off their own luminescent color depicting what they believe in. red is obviously the color of the evil dictator master control. Blue is the color of those programs who believe the in the users. This may seem subtle, but it is blatant imagery used over and over in many movies. The good guys are always blue!
As the movie progresses the savior changes color, this may or may not be significant, but it may parallel the Bible when Jesus has doubts. Its just speculation, but I think the playwright may have tried to add too many miracles into this movie. The electron beam transfer was a bit unnecessary. We got the point that he was special when he is incapable of de-resing. The movie dragged on in the middle with a huge chase scene including too much chasing and not enough plot.
By the end of the movie I was very bored. I could guess the ending and felt it was rushed. Tron obviously would win and the user returned home. This fight scene was not well thought out. Why did the commander have to come back as a giant and die two seconds later? No one knows. I felt the movie was good, but by today’s standards, we desire a bit more plot with our eye candy.
I liked watching Tron. It was a fascinating look into what another era of movie goers considered cool. The technology used then was revolutionary and was utilized to the peak of its ability to create a whole new world. I wanted more of an ending and more plot development. It made me think about my own story I have begun to write. I leave far too much unsaid. I might know exactly what I am talking about, but the reader doesn’t. To create a great story description is key.