The dreaded Independent Professional Project Panels were today, and although many were left disappointed and must re-pitch their project ideas, I was one of the lucky ones who was approved.
My entire morning was taken up with rehearsing what I would say for my two-minute spiel at the beginning of my pitch. I went over it again and again during the drive in, coming up with as many questions as possible that may come up about the project.
Little did I know, this was all for nothing, or so it would seem. When I arrived and was seated across from the IPP instructors, my whole prepared speech seemed to be unimportant. I simply said a few small details about the project that were not included in the proposal, completely discarding my original speech.
The instructors began to ask some simple questions, and as promised, they found all the flaws my project had within it. A few minutes later, and it was approved.
The whole experience was great. I now know what problems I may face in the next year in doing this project, and ways to fix them.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Minolta MAXXUM 3000i
After a look around my dad's house a few months ago, I came across an old SLR 35mm camera. It had two lenses and a flash, but unfortunately, wouldn't turn on. I was set on getting it working.
After a week of struggling with it, and learning a lot about cameras in the process, I finally gave up. The camera found its place in a corner, and life went on.
This week, on Mywinnipeg.com I found an ad for a similar old camera, at the low price of $30! I was very interested and contacted the owner right away. The camera is not similar to the one I found at all. It was about 10 years newer, and was a more automatic camera than manual SLR.
Nonetheless I went and bought it. I just picked it up about an hour ago, so haven't had time to test it out, but it looks to be promising. anyway, here it is, my Minolta MAXXUM 3000i.
After a week of struggling with it, and learning a lot about cameras in the process, I finally gave up. The camera found its place in a corner, and life went on.
This week, on Mywinnipeg.com I found an ad for a similar old camera, at the low price of $30! I was very interested and contacted the owner right away. The camera is not similar to the one I found at all. It was about 10 years newer, and was a more automatic camera than manual SLR.
Nonetheless I went and bought it. I just picked it up about an hour ago, so haven't had time to test it out, but it looks to be promising. anyway, here it is, my Minolta MAXXUM 3000i.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Feel Like Having a Quick and Easy Meal Tonight?
A great homemade meal doesn't have to take up a lot of time. Try out the following recipes, they are easy to make, and only take about 35 minutes.
Entree - Sweet and Sour Chicken (25 mins.)
Rating: Moderate
What you will need:
3 tablespoons cornstarch
1 can of condensed chicken broth
1 tablespoon of vegetable oil
1 pound of skinless, boneless chicken breast, diced into 1-inch pieces
1 can of pineapple chunks, drained
1/4 cup of sugar
1/4 cup of vinegar
1 green pepper
4 cups cooked rice
Putting it all together:
Follow the directions on the packaging to cook the rice. Heat the vegetable oil in a skillet, add the diced chicken and cook until browned. While the chicken is cooking, mix together the cornstarch and chicken broth. Once the chicken is browned, add the broth mixture, pineapple, vinegar, sugar, and green pepper. Stir until it boils and thickens. Reduce to low heat, and cover the skillet for 5 minutes. Serve the Sweet and Sour Chicken on a plate over rice.
Dessert - Banana Pudding (10 mins.)
Rating: Easy
What you will need:
1 8-oz container of sour cream
1 8-oz container of whipped cream
1 package of instant vanilla pudding mix
2 cups of milk
1 package of vanilla wafer cookies
4 peeled and sliced bananas
Putting it all together:
In a large bowl, thoroughly mix together the sour cream, whipped cream, pudding mix, and milk. In a glass casserole or trifle dish, place a layer of vanilla wafers at the bottom, followed by a layer of the pudding mixture, then a layer of sliced bananas. Repeat the pattern until all the ingredients have been used. Refrigerate until serving.
Try This: Replace the bananas with another sliced fruit, such as strawberries, or peaches. Also, try using graham wafer crumbs instead of vanilla wafer cookies.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A Mysterious Package
Rushing off to school at about 9 a.m. today, a knock came to my door. Flustered at who could potentially be making me a few seconds late for class, I (angrily) answered the door, signed for a couple of large boxes, and followed the delivery man out the door.
Fast forward about seven hours when I arrived home, and curiosity got the best of me. I opened the packages to discover a Bose Wave Music System, a small counter top CD player and alarm clock.
I have never thought Bose to be anything special, a very closed-minded view considering I have never actually heard one of these Bose stereos. However, because the unit's appearance is simplistic (boring), and because of the excessive marketing through infomercials and home shopping networks, I saw this as a shoddy item.
Of course, I had to try out the new stereo to prove or disprove my opposition to it. Popping in the sample CD that came with the system, I began to read the information pamphlet included with the CD. It directed to turn the volume up to 85, and sit back and listen for 15 minutes.
I was absolutely blown away. The brilliance of the sound quality, the deep bass, the distinct and undistorted highs, it was nothing short of spectacular, even at impressively high volume levels. The sample CD was loaded with excellent audio tests such as short classical compositions, fast-paced percussion, and a thunderstorm interpreted by instruments. It sounded as if the musicians were in the same room. I realize I'm starting to sound like the so called "real customers" featured in the infomercials, but they are right in this case, it is a pretty impressive system.
Fast forward about seven hours when I arrived home, and curiosity got the best of me. I opened the packages to discover a Bose Wave Music System, a small counter top CD player and alarm clock.
I have never thought Bose to be anything special, a very closed-minded view considering I have never actually heard one of these Bose stereos. However, because the unit's appearance is simplistic (boring), and because of the excessive marketing through infomercials and home shopping networks, I saw this as a shoddy item.
Of course, I had to try out the new stereo to prove or disprove my opposition to it. Popping in the sample CD that came with the system, I began to read the information pamphlet included with the CD. It directed to turn the volume up to 85, and sit back and listen for 15 minutes.
I was absolutely blown away. The brilliance of the sound quality, the deep bass, the distinct and undistorted highs, it was nothing short of spectacular, even at impressively high volume levels. The sample CD was loaded with excellent audio tests such as short classical compositions, fast-paced percussion, and a thunderstorm interpreted by instruments. It sounded as if the musicians were in the same room. I realize I'm starting to sound like the so called "real customers" featured in the infomercials, but they are right in this case, it is a pretty impressive system.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Social Networking and PR: Promotional Tools.
Social networking has become increasingly popular in recent years. The fast growth has provided a great place to quickly and easily get a message out to a very large audience. With the way each specific website is handled, different tactics of promotion can be used.
The use of Facebook and Twitter in particular are popular ways to begin promotions. These ways do, however, have many differences in how they can be used.
Because of the 140-character limit per message on Twitter, it makes a great way to put out small, easily consumable lines of information. Any messages sent out on Twitter are going to be directed at the target audience, because all the followers will likely be in the audience to be targeted, and would be interested in what the promoter has to say.
Where Twitter falls short is the reach of messages. It is pretty well limited to the followers on Twitter; the message or information doesn't go past the small group of followers.
Facebook on the other hand, does not have character limits on messages, and there is the option to include audio/video and images with messages.
Although Facebook faces a similar problem with reaching people outside of the group of followers, the possibility for the group to expand is better. On Facebook, there is a news feed displaying friends' activities, such as status updates, comments on photos and videos, and recently joined groups. Chances are if one person joins a group of interest to him or her, an amount of friends would share the same interests, and may join the group having found out about it through the news feed. This is a lot like how information spreads by word of mouth, except on Facebook, the action to join or get involved is readily available and makes it easier.
Twitter can also reach new followers, but, in my opinion, it is less effective than Facebook. For a tweet from a company to reach more than just the followers, a follower will have to re-tweet it. This is completely at the discretion of the followers and is very selective as to which messages will reach more than just the company's followers. Facebook would automatically post that the group was joined and send it to all of the joinee's friends.
Facebook, however, will not update a new message from the group. Depending on the type of message, it may not even alert the group members.
Both forms of social networking can be effective promotional tools, and both have their own advantages and disadvantages. The key is to use them to their full potential.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The Trouble With Radio Drama
As an assignment for Creative Writing, my group and I had to come up with a radio drama idea. At first it seemed simple, a few log lines, and a couple characters. It was going to be a piece of cake!
Once we began throwing around ideas, the problems began. For some time, the best idea we had was Somalian pirates that steal a fancy modern yacht. An hour of debating later, and we had it: a maid and all her servant friends gossiping about what happened during the week.
The idea seemed simple enough, but as we began to throw around storyline ideas, and created different characters, it proved to be more complex than anticipated. The story did eventually start to take shape, and we tweaked the last little bits to make it all fit together.
The story was, 5 servants for a family get together every weekend in their employer's home. The family goes away every weekend to their beach house in Long Beach for family time, so all the 'help' have the house to themselves. They play poker over drinks, and gossip about the things they saw or heard about the family. The real storyline is in what the family does over the whole timeline.
The most helpful part in writing this drama, I think, was the fully developed characters. We spent a lot of time creating a background and personality for each character. It made it easier to write because we knew more how each character would react to the different twists that came up, or how they would speak. Having them so developed definitely made the story more interesting too. Everyone was sort of unexpected, like the young gardener and pool boy was in a gang for years, yet sees the little girl of the family as a sister and looks out for her. Another character, Olga, is unexpectedly a very attractive woman with no German accent like the name may suggest.
After a while of working on the project, it started looking like a soap opera, mostly because of the mandatory cliffhanger at the end of each episode. Some were a bit of a stretch to set up the next episode, but I found them fun to write.
Another challenge in this assignment was remembering it was for radio. Some scenes became confusing because a visual would be needed, so a fair amount of editing had to be done.
Overall, I think the whole project went pretty well. We had a pretty good story set up and were eager to write more of the scenes. Although I'm proud of it, I think the whole thing was pretty confusing. It took a week for just my group to understand what was going on. There were definitely too many characters for a radio drama. We had 9 characters in total that were in just about every episode. Each episode would have several scene changes in it too, although separated by a flashback sound effect, would be difficult to understand.
Tips for writing a radio drama (learned from my mistakes, and comparing to more successful dramas):
Once we began throwing around ideas, the problems began. For some time, the best idea we had was Somalian pirates that steal a fancy modern yacht. An hour of debating later, and we had it: a maid and all her servant friends gossiping about what happened during the week.
The idea seemed simple enough, but as we began to throw around storyline ideas, and created different characters, it proved to be more complex than anticipated. The story did eventually start to take shape, and we tweaked the last little bits to make it all fit together.
The story was, 5 servants for a family get together every weekend in their employer's home. The family goes away every weekend to their beach house in Long Beach for family time, so all the 'help' have the house to themselves. They play poker over drinks, and gossip about the things they saw or heard about the family. The real storyline is in what the family does over the whole timeline.
The most helpful part in writing this drama, I think, was the fully developed characters. We spent a lot of time creating a background and personality for each character. It made it easier to write because we knew more how each character would react to the different twists that came up, or how they would speak. Having them so developed definitely made the story more interesting too. Everyone was sort of unexpected, like the young gardener and pool boy was in a gang for years, yet sees the little girl of the family as a sister and looks out for her. Another character, Olga, is unexpectedly a very attractive woman with no German accent like the name may suggest.
After a while of working on the project, it started looking like a soap opera, mostly because of the mandatory cliffhanger at the end of each episode. Some were a bit of a stretch to set up the next episode, but I found them fun to write.
Another challenge in this assignment was remembering it was for radio. Some scenes became confusing because a visual would be needed, so a fair amount of editing had to be done.
Overall, I think the whole project went pretty well. We had a pretty good story set up and were eager to write more of the scenes. Although I'm proud of it, I think the whole thing was pretty confusing. It took a week for just my group to understand what was going on. There were definitely too many characters for a radio drama. We had 9 characters in total that were in just about every episode. Each episode would have several scene changes in it too, although separated by a flashback sound effect, would be difficult to understand.
Tips for writing a radio drama (learned from my mistakes, and comparing to more successful dramas):
- Keep it simple. Limit it to only a small number of characters.
- Keep the setting simple, and somewhere easily recognisable by sound.
- Have a complete storyline in each episode, with a good cliffhanger at the end.
- Give characters unique/identifiable voices.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Colour Scheme Solution
Can't find that perfect colour? trouble finding a scheme that solves your design problem? Relax. There is a solution for you! It's called Color Scheme Designer, and it can create a unique palette for your specific design problem.
You start by picking a base colour (the toughest part) then go on to choose the rest of the colours. Options include complimentary colours, triad, or analogical. It then displays a window with the colours it chose, and the tint and shades of those colours.
Another excellent feature the application offers is to view the colours it found in a mock-web-page with greek and generic pictures to make up the page. It offers the option to change the colours around on the page, so you can fine-tune the overall look.
The makers of the application have thought of everything. There is the option to set the saturation and levels of the base colour, and each individual colour to make the scheme your own.
I hope this program can help everyone else out there having colour scheme challenges.
You start by picking a base colour (the toughest part) then go on to choose the rest of the colours. Options include complimentary colours, triad, or analogical. It then displays a window with the colours it chose, and the tint and shades of those colours.
Another excellent feature the application offers is to view the colours it found in a mock-web-page with greek and generic pictures to make up the page. It offers the option to change the colours around on the page, so you can fine-tune the overall look.
The makers of the application have thought of everything. There is the option to set the saturation and levels of the base colour, and each individual colour to make the scheme your own.
I hope this program can help everyone else out there having colour scheme challenges.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Self-realization after a Failed Life: In the Chamber 2010
It was an evening of self-realization and destruction Friday night for the performance of Last Man in Krakendorf, written and performed by Gordon Tanner, and Last Man in Punt arenas, written and performed by Stephen Ratzlaff.
In the first performance, Last Man in Krakendorf, Tanner played Doug, an agricultural engineer on the brink of losing it. The performance takes place in a hotel room where Doug is trying to record a video presentation for the boss about crowding in hog barns.
Despite the seemingly boring subject matter, I actually enjoyed part one of the show, Last Man in Krakendorf. Turns out it wasn't about hogs at all. Tanner first captured my attention with a strange opening that I still do not understand the significance of. The scene started with a silhouette of morning light shining through a window onto a bed. A man and woman lay there sleeping, when they begin fighting over the blankets. The woman gets up, annoyed, and begins to 'satisfy' the man, presumably Doug, although played by Ratzlaff. The woman leaves, and 'Doug' hears a disembodied voice shouting in German. The scene goes black, then the lights come up on the now empty room, and Doug runs in beginning the show.
I think this scene is a flashback, or perhaps a bad dream, of Doug's time in Germany studying in Krakendorf. As he later explains, this was an unpleasant time, and he regrets even going.
As the scene begins, the mood is lightened as Doug runs around flustered, preparing to begin recording his presentation. The audience was amused as he began recording, messing up his introduction several times, and having technical issues with the slide show he prepared.
Tanner maintained the somewhat comical mood throughout the performance, slowly realizing that he does not agree with anything he's proposing in the presentation.
By the end of act one, Doug is a change man. He wants to start doing some good with his life, instead of enabling cruelty to animals, cramming them into 8 sq. ft cages.
Act two, Last Man in Punt arenas by Stephen Ratzlaff, I found to be much less entertaining. Although Ratzlaff did bring a somewhat comical mood to the show as well, I did not enjoy it as much.
It was a simple enough idea, a dinner for a man retiring from a career in medical science, it came with too much medical jargon, which confused me. I think if some of the more confusing language about surgery, and medicine was dropped, the story would have had the same message, yet been accessible to more people.
After a short intermission, the lights went up on Ratzlaff getting up to make a speech to his friends and co-workers. Being a monologue, Ratzlaff was the only one on stage. The friends were represented by white balloons attached to the chairs around the table. Ratzlaff stood to put on a Hawaiian shirt, a gift from his friends, and began his speech.
He shared the same humorous style as Tanner, but again, the subject matter made the humour more difficult to catch on to. He began to speak about his ex-wife and his deceased child, and some of the complications they had. A few years ago, Ratzlaff explained, his wife of the time had an operation done to artificially impregnate her. The child was born with intellectual disabilities, as well as a malformed heart. Eventually after surgeries and many complications, the child died.
Much like Tanner's performance, Ratzlaff began optimistic about what he was saying, about all of his life's work in the medical field, but by the end was changed and realized that what he has done is wrong, at least it was with the lack of research done. All the pain could have been avoided if he had done more research instead of jumping right into the procedure to impregnate his wife.
He ends the performance (after offending all of his friends, causing them to leave) with a heart to heart with the waiter, whom I believe is a representation of his conscience. Ratzlaff, like Tanner, ends the performance a changed man wanting to better the world instead of destroying it.
In the first performance, Last Man in Krakendorf, Tanner played Doug, an agricultural engineer on the brink of losing it. The performance takes place in a hotel room where Doug is trying to record a video presentation for the boss about crowding in hog barns.
Despite the seemingly boring subject matter, I actually enjoyed part one of the show, Last Man in Krakendorf. Turns out it wasn't about hogs at all. Tanner first captured my attention with a strange opening that I still do not understand the significance of. The scene started with a silhouette of morning light shining through a window onto a bed. A man and woman lay there sleeping, when they begin fighting over the blankets. The woman gets up, annoyed, and begins to 'satisfy' the man, presumably Doug, although played by Ratzlaff. The woman leaves, and 'Doug' hears a disembodied voice shouting in German. The scene goes black, then the lights come up on the now empty room, and Doug runs in beginning the show.
I think this scene is a flashback, or perhaps a bad dream, of Doug's time in Germany studying in Krakendorf. As he later explains, this was an unpleasant time, and he regrets even going.
As the scene begins, the mood is lightened as Doug runs around flustered, preparing to begin recording his presentation. The audience was amused as he began recording, messing up his introduction several times, and having technical issues with the slide show he prepared.
Tanner maintained the somewhat comical mood throughout the performance, slowly realizing that he does not agree with anything he's proposing in the presentation.
By the end of act one, Doug is a change man. He wants to start doing some good with his life, instead of enabling cruelty to animals, cramming them into 8 sq. ft cages.
Act two, Last Man in Punt arenas by Stephen Ratzlaff, I found to be much less entertaining. Although Ratzlaff did bring a somewhat comical mood to the show as well, I did not enjoy it as much.
It was a simple enough idea, a dinner for a man retiring from a career in medical science, it came with too much medical jargon, which confused me. I think if some of the more confusing language about surgery, and medicine was dropped, the story would have had the same message, yet been accessible to more people.
After a short intermission, the lights went up on Ratzlaff getting up to make a speech to his friends and co-workers. Being a monologue, Ratzlaff was the only one on stage. The friends were represented by white balloons attached to the chairs around the table. Ratzlaff stood to put on a Hawaiian shirt, a gift from his friends, and began his speech.
He shared the same humorous style as Tanner, but again, the subject matter made the humour more difficult to catch on to. He began to speak about his ex-wife and his deceased child, and some of the complications they had. A few years ago, Ratzlaff explained, his wife of the time had an operation done to artificially impregnate her. The child was born with intellectual disabilities, as well as a malformed heart. Eventually after surgeries and many complications, the child died.
Much like Tanner's performance, Ratzlaff began optimistic about what he was saying, about all of his life's work in the medical field, but by the end was changed and realized that what he has done is wrong, at least it was with the lack of research done. All the pain could have been avoided if he had done more research instead of jumping right into the procedure to impregnate his wife.
He ends the performance (after offending all of his friends, causing them to leave) with a heart to heart with the waiter, whom I believe is a representation of his conscience. Ratzlaff, like Tanner, ends the performance a changed man wanting to better the world instead of destroying it.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Old and Boring
My blog hasn't been exactly what I had pictured back in September when signing up on Blogger. My initial idea, writing about the stupid crap I do (or did) with my friends, is probably the worst possible idea for a professional blog. I feel like I have not had a good post in some time, and believe that is because of the topic the old, naiive me came up with.
However, the new, post-semester one CreCommer I have become left the stupid high school state of mind where it belongs, and is changing things up. My blog will be somewhat of a mix-bag for the next little while, while I try some different topics on for size, and see what I am truly interested in writing about week after week.
However, the new, post-semester one CreCommer I have become left the stupid high school state of mind where it belongs, and is changing things up. My blog will be somewhat of a mix-bag for the next little while, while I try some different topics on for size, and see what I am truly interested in writing about week after week.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
NASCAR for Rednecks
It's a funny thing, lawnmower racing. Although it seems to be a joke, the people that participate in races take it very seriously. Some spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on their riding mowers to shave seconds off lap-times. Even stranger than the intensity of the participants, is how lawnmower racing started in North America.
The U.S. Lawn Mower Racing Association, or USLMRA, was all supposed to be a joke. It was actually a publicity ploy set up by Gold Eagle Co. to promote their fuel stabilizer, STA-BIL, for April Fools' Day, and was never intended to catch on and be an annual thing. The event was a huge success, and lawn mower racing has become very popular.
When it began in 1992, the USLMRA was an annual event for modified mowers. Today, there are over 20 regional lawn mower racing leagues, and race categories from stock mowers available at home and garden centres, to heavily modified lawn mowers capable of speeds over 80 mph. There is even a category for kids only.
The success of this pseudo-event is massive. Thousands come out every year to watch and compete in the races. The national races have been covered by news stations such as CNN and CBS, and has been featured on many sports shows. The name STA-BIL is cleverly attached to every event, and everything to do with the events. The official rules state that the only fuel additive allowed is STA-BIL fuel stabilizer, further publicizing the product. TV shows such as ABC's Home Improvement have featured races and the STA-BIL name in episodes, and even Mattel made a Hot Wheels "Home Improvement Action Pack" that contained a scale version of the jet-powered lawn mower that Tim Allan raced. Again, the STA-BIL logo was printed all over the packaging and product.
Today, nearly 18 years after the first race, the events still get tons of publicity. The STA-BIL name is now permanently attached to lawn mower racing; the two pretty well go hand in hand.
Good job, Gold Eagle Co.'s PR people!
Friday, December 11, 2009
To Snowboard, or not to Snowboard?
It's been put off for two weeks, and finally the day is here. Yes, the ski hill at Stony Mountain is finally opening on Saturday, and I couldn't be more excited.
The opening date for this season has been postponed several times already due to the erratic weather. All the regular snowboarders and skiers of the hill are just as bummed out as I am with the lack of snow. Daily updates on the ski hill's website have been putting the opening day off more and more, adding to the mutual feeling of sadness felt by all the disappointed boarders.
But the day is finally here; there is snow on the ground, the lifts are running, and everyone is excited to ride for the first time of the season.
Friday, December 4, 2009
What's Wrong With the '90s?
SO apparently discrimination extends further than race. I have experienced discrimination on several occasions this past week, simply because I was born in 1991. Comments such as "
Friday, November 27, 2009
Twitterrible!
It was horrible! I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when hundreds of people in matching robes came up behind me, following me, trying to put a giant '@' in front of me. Suddenly, I woke up.
I was never a fan of Twitter. I thought the whole idea of it was pointless. It seemed like a bare-bones version of Facebook, without all the extras.
My first Twitter experience began back in September, when Glenda and Jasmine challenged me to join Twitter for 3 weeks, and then say I still didn't like it. I took on the challenge, and won, but can't help but feel like I cheated them. My first 2 months of Twitter use comprised one tweet the day I signed up, and never going back again.
Now, I feel like the only person I cheated in that little contest was myself. A PR assignment, requiring singing up and following classmates, changed everything. Seeing the true potential of Twitter is exciting, and I can't believe how closed-minded I was back in September toward the website. It was a hatred, an ignorance-fueled hatred to all that is Twitter. Any mention of it, and good beginnings of rants would begin playing out in my head. The problem is that these little rants never had a point to make, and the argument of the seasoned Twitterer always prevailed.
I now realize the true potential (or at least part of it) of Twitter. Not just for sharing with friends, but for networking, for learning, for seeing others' views on a particular subject. Want breaking news? It's there.
The best way I have seen Twitter used in the short 3 days I have actually logged on regularly, would be tonight, where all of us CreComms helped each other. It was like a business conference, but more fun because there is a picture of a bird in the corner! Of course, it is more than that. Twitter takes instant messaging to a whole new level.
The capabilities with not only the web-based Twitter, but cell-phones as well are endless. Wireless messages to a cell makes connecting to the world so much easier, especially for us non-iPhone people. Simply sending an SMS to send a tweet, or retrieve another, I think that is remarkable.
So after a few months of hatred, anger, and ignorance, I finally see Twitter's potential, and not as a cult stalking me, or feeding me pointless information about what they are doing.
I was never a fan of Twitter. I thought the whole idea of it was pointless. It seemed like a bare-bones version of Facebook, without all the extras.
My first Twitter experience began back in September, when Glenda and Jasmine challenged me to join Twitter for 3 weeks, and then say I still didn't like it. I took on the challenge, and won, but can't help but feel like I cheated them. My first 2 months of Twitter use comprised one tweet the day I signed up, and never going back again.
Now, I feel like the only person I cheated in that little contest was myself. A PR assignment, requiring singing up and following classmates, changed everything. Seeing the true potential of Twitter is exciting, and I can't believe how closed-minded I was back in September toward the website. It was a hatred, an ignorance-fueled hatred to all that is Twitter. Any mention of it, and good beginnings of rants would begin playing out in my head. The problem is that these little rants never had a point to make, and the argument of the seasoned Twitterer always prevailed.
I now realize the true potential (or at least part of it) of Twitter. Not just for sharing with friends, but for networking, for learning, for seeing others' views on a particular subject. Want breaking news? It's there.
The best way I have seen Twitter used in the short 3 days I have actually logged on regularly, would be tonight, where all of us CreComms helped each other. It was like a business conference, but more fun because there is a picture of a bird in the corner! Of course, it is more than that. Twitter takes instant messaging to a whole new level.
The capabilities with not only the web-based Twitter, but cell-phones as well are endless. Wireless messages to a cell makes connecting to the world so much easier, especially for us non-iPhone people. Simply sending an SMS to send a tweet, or retrieve another, I think that is remarkable.
So after a few months of hatred, anger, and ignorance, I finally see Twitter's potential, and not as a cult stalking me, or feeding me pointless information about what they are doing.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Lights!
The recent review assignment for journalism was cause for me to attend a concert. I thought this would be a great opportunity to go see a band I enjoy, however nothing in my interest was playing within the deadline of the assignment. I went with whatever I could find, and attended LIGHTS at the Garrick Centre.
My first impression on the idea of going to the concert was that it would not be very good, or of interest to me. the main audience LIGHTS has is 13 to 14-year-olds. Standing in line before tthe show, I felt awkward and out of place. I could see over top of everyone's head all the way to the front of the line.
Entering the building, getting my ticket ripped, I noticed a second table that all the concert-goers were skipping right past. I asked them what was hapening at that table, and it turned out it was to get a wristband as proof of age.
Several minutes later, i was in the theatre and ready to watch the show. the opening act, although had decent sounding songs, had very poor prescence on stage. the lead man made an attempt to connect with the audience and be exciting, but teh rest of the band remained motionless and he just looked awkward.
After a boring 40 minutes, the roadies began setting up the stage for LIGHTS. A wild array of keyboards and synthesizers filled the stage. eventually the stage was set, the audience was getting ancy, and the lights dimmed. The moment the stage was black, a supersonic soundwave rattled the theatre. I was worried about my eardrums breaking from the sheer vo9lume and pitch of the screaming fans.
LIGHTS took the stage and began playing a song off the new album. Issues with sound during the first two songs made first impressions of the show poor, but LIGHTS quickly won back the audience by her third song, February Air.
The visuals in the backdrop were fitting and exciting, telling the stories of the songs. Most of them were images of space and planets flying by, a field of stars moving around the screen. also in between songs comic book style cartoons were shown, depicting "captain LIGHTS" travelling around the universe searching for sounds to sample.
Overall, the concert was surprisingly well done, and I really enjoyed every part of it. It was very different from cocnerts I have been to in the past in the space themed visuals and musical style. When LIGHTS comes back to Winnipeg, I suggest going to it, I know I will.
Monday, November 9, 2009
The Doe on the Road
Driving home,
family dinner tonight,
I saw a sad,
and terrible sight.
A truck up ahead,
hazard lights flashing,
I apply the brakes,
(no sense in crashing).
slowly creep forward,
to the front of the truck,
and see what's the cause,
for all of this muck.
Framed in the headlights,
clinging to its life,
a single doe in a pool of blood,
as if stabbed several times by a knife.
Its head still moving,
trying to get up,
legs flailing wildy,
like a newborn pup.
Why the doe; what did it do,
to deserve an end in this way?
was the driver of the truck just too busy,
to slow down a moment in his day?
Or was the doe scared and tried to run,
wanted to escape its fate,
but wasn't agile enough to clear the road,
and moments later, too late.
the gravel road is a sponge to the blood,
cleaning it all away,
to be recycled into a new life,
to live another day.
so for that poor doe while it lies on the road,
as I look into its gaze,
I shed not one tear because I know,
god works in mysterious ways.
family dinner tonight,
I saw a sad,
and terrible sight.
A truck up ahead,
hazard lights flashing,
I apply the brakes,
(no sense in crashing).
slowly creep forward,
to the front of the truck,
and see what's the cause,
for all of this muck.
Framed in the headlights,
clinging to its life,
a single doe in a pool of blood,
as if stabbed several times by a knife.
Its head still moving,
trying to get up,
legs flailing wildy,
like a newborn pup.
Why the doe; what did it do,
to deserve an end in this way?
was the driver of the truck just too busy,
to slow down a moment in his day?
Or was the doe scared and tried to run,
wanted to escape its fate,
but wasn't agile enough to clear the road,
and moments later, too late.
the gravel road is a sponge to the blood,
cleaning it all away,
to be recycled into a new life,
to live another day.
so for that poor doe while it lies on the road,
as I look into its gaze,
I shed not one tear because I know,
god works in mysterious ways.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
I Don't want Your $#@&* BALL!
A phrase commonly heard in my house in the evening, due to the persistence and irritation caused by a whole eight pounds of furry fury. of course, I'm talking about my little doggie, Pookie.
Pookie has been memorable since the day my family got her. She found comfort in calmly climbing up onto my lap and curling up. All in the house was quiet, and we liked it that way.
The month of quiet Pookie was Merely a calm before the storm. The dog was settled in finally, and I had discovered her natural ability to fetch, which was cause for excitment because we had never had a dog before that fetched. Any who, Pookie learned a game she could play, and we had a blast throwing a little stuffed lamb across the kitchen floor.
The following months showed a transition from sweet little puppy, t
o an insane beast, hellbent on getting a stupid little red ball thrown repeatedly for hours. Her persistence is astounding. She will try every tactic possible to get that ball in the air, and does it too. She uses the sweet puppy face, sitting at the edge of the couch staring. She will even try sharing, maybe to show just how fun fetch is, and she'll climb up onto you with the ball and try to put it in your mouth. Of course, the offer is appreciated, but you find yourself forced to throw the ball in an attempt to prevent future 'gifts' like those. Throwing it is exactly what Pookie wanted, and I give in every time, without even realizing it.Give it half an hour of throwing the ball, anybody would be done in, and say, "that's enough Pookie," over and over at each of her attempts to lure you to throw it. every time she tries, your voice gets angrier and angrier, as the annoyance increases, until finally you feel the urge to just throw that damn little ball away so she can't find it. Of course, that is her goal, and she will chase after it, happier than ever. Outsmarted by a dog. How embarrassing!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
If you're thinking of starting a blog, maybe what I have learned so far can help. As a weekly blogger for the past two months, I’ve learned a few things about the challenges and joys of maintaining a blog.
Posts
I’ve learned that it’s difficult to come up with an interesting topic every week. In the first week or two of having a blog set up, it was easy to come up with a new post every few days. Now, with increasing stress school work, it’s getting difficult to find the time to write just one every Friday. I don’t understand how anyone can have daily or hourly posts like my Ad instructor, Kenton, and still have it be topical and interesting. I suppose skill and creativity in writing a blog comes with time and practice. Just as a famous Winnipeg blogger who once came to speak to my class said, you could start your blog on one topic, but after a while in maintaining that 
Networking
I’ve learned how much fun it can be to have a blog. Knowing that your opinion is read and responded to with comments left, is the fuel that keeps the blog alive. Writing your views on something, anything, feels rewarding knowing that it is now accessible to the entire world. Having 25 classmates that also keep a blog, and read and respond to yours is good social practice. The thrill of typing out a post or reading one that is clearly directed at my class brings us all closer together. It is cause for conversation and debate at school the next day, which can quickly get very heated.
Ideas
Probably the most important thing I’ve learned about blogging is that inspiration for the next post can strike at any moment. It could be while you’re working, driving, on the bus, you never know when, so carry a pen and paper everywhere to jot down ideas. Even if the idea you came up with is super lame, it could be a lifesaver when it’s Friday afternoon, and you have no ideas for this week’s blog. There is bound to be a good story in every idea you came up with.
Freedom
My favourite thing about blogs is that there aren’t any rules. I have the freedom to write about anything, it doesn’t necessarily have to be related to the main topic. Of course, if it is related, all the better, but if you’re feeling like writing about something completely different, nobody is going to dock marks or criticize. The blog is, in my opinion the freest way to write. It is similar to poetry, in that if you want to make ridiculous statements or comparisons, you can, and nobody can dispute what you say. If you want to talk about why apples are the best fruit, nobody can say they aren’t because a blog is your opinion. Just as in poetry, it’s all how the author interpreted it while they wrote it.
If you are looking for a new way to write and get your opinion out, the blog is the way to go. I think they have the perfect mix of challenge in coming up with and writing an interesting topic, and the fun of sharing your piece with the world.
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Anyways, how about we all stop discrimination, and just accept each other. I have nothing against the '80s or '70s, and hope some people learn to accept their peers for who they are.