Sunday, November 30, 2008
RHAN News Report
The RHAN News Report was created as a satire about the workings of the media and its broadcasters. Newscasters were originally suppossed to simply report the facts - without emotion or extra opinions. Now, they add their own commentary, emotion, and discussion to the story. Their personality begins to show through and makes the story less clear for the viewers.
Many newscasters have quirks that show up as they are reporting. My character had people "backstage" commenting about her and insulting her as she was working. Michael's character was constantly concerned about his appearance - hence the constant fixing of the hair.
The reporters constantly make mistakes:
- Michael looks the wrong way
- Miranda becomes obsessed with Twilight
- The green screen for the weather report malfunctioned
- Michael had a fling with Wednesday and made it publicly known
- Michael and Miranda fight during the broadcast
These news stories were all real - we just added commentary. The object of the video was to show how unprofessional and irresponsible the media can be with the news that they give us.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The Beauty of the Rain
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Crow is Walking
to see things at ground level,
the ground as new under his feet
as the air is old under his wings.
He leaves the dead rabbit waiting -
it's a given,
it'll always be there -
and walks down the dirt road,
admires the pebbles,
how they sparkle in the sun;
checks out his reflection
in a puddle full of sky
which reminds him
of where he's supposed to be,
but he's beginning to like
the way the muscles move in his legs
and the way his wings feel so comfortable
folded back and resting.
He thinks he might be beautiful,
the sun lighting his back
with purple and green.
Faint voices from somewhere far ahead
roll like dust down the road towards him.
He hurries a little.
His tongue moves in his mouth;
legends of language move in his mind.
His beak opens.
He tries a word.
-Grace Butcher
This poem was fairly easy to put into lines. The poet primarily used periodic sentences which made it easy to separate the ideas. I separated the poem into three paragraphs because I felt like the poem had three "scenes". The first scene introduces the crow, the second scene develops the personality of the crow, and the third scene shows the crow in action and experiencing new things.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The Rainy Day
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
This poem stood out to me because of its title. I love rainy days and thunderstorms, and sometimes find that the weather reflects my mood. At the beginning of the poem, the tone seems dreary and hopeless. As the poem progresses, however, it becomes one of hope and reassurance. The eleventh and twelfth lines read, “Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; behind the clouds is the sun still shining” On rainy days, sometimes it is hard to find hope, but this poem reminds the reader that the sun is still there and things will get better. I like poems that find the “silver lining” in situations and that can express to the reader a different and optimistic view on situations that seem hopeless.
I like Longfellow’s style because it uses many different tools of language such as vivid and descriptive imagery, rhyming, diverse diction, and meter. His poems are primarily reflections and observations that can be either personal or detached. I like the diversity of his writing and the fact that it never follows the same pattern. Unlike Longfellow, some poets get caught up in one style or one pattern and all of their poems become very similar.
Sundown
Sundown:
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the neighboring church is a flame of fire;
All is in shadow below.
O beautiful, awful summer day,
What hast thou given, what taken away?
Life and death, and love and hate,
Homes made happy or desolate,
Hearts made sad or gay!
On the road of life one mile-stone more!
In the book of life one leaf turned o'er!
Like a red seal is the setting sun
On the good and the evil men have done,--
Naught can to-day restore!

The Sound of the Sea
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being,
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.

