Lyric Typography Poster

The assignment was to choose one of your favorite lines from a song and illustrate it using only typography. Consider how the font, color, sizes and placement of the typography can reflect or emphasize the meaning of the words. I’m not sure if I did this correctly, but I still think it came out kind of cool. I chose to do a poster for Coldplay’s song Fix You.

“This I Believe” Composing Log

My Composing Log for the ‘This I Believe’ Essay

Tuesday 8/28
Once I got home, I just sat at my computer for awhile thinking of what to write. I saw my camera next to a picture of my dad and thought I could write about my inspiration for photography.
I wrote a rough draft of what I would say
I went straight to Pandora radio, to find a good song: Drifting by Andy McKee.

Wednesday 8/29
I went through all my paper photographs, which I also have CD’s for and started saving all the photos I wanted to use.

Thursday 8/30
Edited my writing and practiced speaking it outloud.  Also added more photos to my file.

Here’s my Rough Draft (as of 8/30)

You learn so much about humanity, and family, and friends and definitely yourself when face-to-face with the realization that Death took someone away from you. But the biggest thing I learned, I learned too late. You need to celebrate Life, in itself,  …your life, and everyone’s life around you. I believe, in this context, that celebrating life really means….
Reminding the people closest to you that you love them…
And that you miss them.
You need to heal relationships that are broken.
Random acts of kindness big or small.
Holding together friendships that are really important to you rather than passively letting them fade.
Leave nothing left unsaid.
My dad’s passing was unexpected and I would give anything to talk to him- We didn’t truly leave anything unsaid. He knew how much he meant to me, and I knew how important I was to him.
I believe you can celebrate the lives of people that are gone.
Even though I understand now that a pain like grief never truly goes away, I decided to focus on his life. Not his death. I believe that I can still celebrate my dad’s life, just in a different way. That he can stay alive through my stories. And most of all, through my camera.
You see when I was in middle school, my dad got me a camera just like the one he had when he was a photographer. A Minolta FX-2. He taught me everything I needed to know and I was obsessed with that camera.
I wanted to be just like my dad. It was later in my life that I figured that I didn’t need to try to be like him, but in fact I already am a carbon copy.
I stuck with photography for a long time, following in my dads footsteps. Eventually that hobby faded. And it wasn’t until I had to go through all of my dad’s belongings that I found his box of photographs that he took. And his old Minolta.
Now I’m back out on the scene taking photographs with my dad’s Minolta. I’ve gone through numerous rolls of film. And every time I’m out photographing, I think of my dad and all the photos he’s taken with the same camera. How many times he’s held this camera and how many emotions he’s captured. The camera is like my connection to him; the device keeping us together as if we are both looking through the lens. I believe that I can celebrate how wonderful my dad was though stories but that I also celebrate my dad’s life, tell him how much I love him through our Minolta FX-2.

Notes (8/30)
– using voice memo on iphone
-audacity
-photo story

Tuesday 9/4
I didn’t do anything productive this weekend. For a bit, I wasn’t sure if I liked my subject. So I tried coming up with another subject that I might like more. But after talking about it with friends, I decided to stick with my original subject, mostly because I’m passionate about. But also because I have so much done for it.

Thursday 9/6
I watched youtube videos about how to use iMovie. And started to play around iMovie, just practicing with random photos and clips to get the hang of it.

Friday 9/7
In the morning, I worked for about 5 hours straight, putting together the iMovie. I started with just putting the photos on, and in the order that made sense with the essay. Then I added the music,after getting it off of iTunes. I then started to record myself. I did the voice recordings in small chunks so that it was easier to line up with the photos. It still took a lot of moving around .5 seconds or even .1 seconds to get it to look right. That was the most frustrating part. I stopped half way through the voice recording.
I came back to it at night, finished the voice recordings and finished the last bit of editting. Tweeking the last few half seconds. I ended up having to change my essay a little more when I started recording.

Final Draft

I believe that everyone should celebrate life, in itself… your life, and everyone else’s life around you. Because when death takes someone away from you, you are going to wish you had all that time back. And I believe, in this context, that celebrating life really means….
That you remind the people closest to you that you love them…
And that you miss them.
That you heal relationships that are broken.
And give random acts of kindness, even if its something small like holding a door open.
That you hold friendships together friendships that are really important to you rather than passively letting them fade and that you never leave anything unsaid.
I would give anything to talk to my dad again. And when I think about it- We didn’t truly leave anything unsaid. He knew how much he meant to me, and I knew how important I was to him.
I believe you can celebrate the lives of people that are gone.
Even though I understand now that a pain like grief never truly goes away, I decided to focus on his life. Not his death. I believe that I can still celebrate my dad’s life, just in a different way. That he can stay alive through my stories. And most of all, through my camera.
You see when I was in middle school, my dad got me a camera just like the one he had when he was a photographer. A Minolta FX-2. He taught me everything I needed to know and I was obsessed with that camera.
I wanted to be just like my dad. It was later in my life that I figured that I didn’t need to try to be like him, but in fact I already am a carbon copy.
I stuck with photography for a long time, following in my dads footsteps. Eventually that hobby faded. And it wasn’t until I had to go through all of my dad’s belongings that I found his box of photographs that he took. And his old Minolta.
Now I’m back out on the scene taking photographs with my dad’s Minolta. I’ve gone through numerous rolls of film. And every time I’m out photographing, I think of my dad and all the photos he’s taken with the same camera. How many times he’s held this camera and how many emotions he’s captured. The camera is like my connection to him; the device keeping us together as if we are both looking through the lens. I believe that I can celebrate how wonderful my dad was though stories but that I also celebrate my dad’s life, tell him how much I love him through our Minolta FX-2.

Final Video (uploaded to YouTube)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMYMMbwUqik&list=HL1347992239&feature=mh_lolz

Reflection on Multimodal composing:

I couldn’t start any other way than to start by writing the essay. I knew we had the option to start another way; but, I felt like I needed the essay in order to understand what pictures and song I might need. However, after writing my original rough draft I read it over and over while listening to different songs. Until I found a song that matched the tone I was imagining while reading. I would definitely encourage different ways to create a project, similar to this project, regardless of how I like to create my projects. For me, when I’m a teacher, I want to focus on creativity more than anything so multimodal composing is a great way to explore creativity.

Mission: Defamiliarize

The assignment was to “make a set of ten photos which take something familiar to you–a town, building, object, etc.–and defamiliarize it, make it seem foreign. Use a mix of extreme closeups, weird lighting, foreground/background focusing and odd angles and other effects to make something that you know very well seem like something you’ve never seen before, something spooky and/or luminous and/or magical.”

 

 

 

Test post DS106

Test post DS 106

Paying Attention

I don’t know what annoys me more:

The fact that it is impossible for me to pay attention to my homework at home.

~OR~

The fact that I now know the fact above. Now I’m perfectly aware that I wonder off in the middle of reading or even writing, but it doesn’t stop me.

After reading Howard Rheingold’s first chapter in Net Smart, about attention, I am much more aware of how I focus my attention when studying, reading and writing. I always knew that I was scatterbrained but I didn’t understand to the degree I know now. The thing that stuck out to me the most in the chapter was describing how much information our brain is constantly taking in and how much of it we actually acknowledge. While reading it, I became hyper-aware of my surroundings. I could hear conversations, my feet were cold, I could feel the table underneath my forewarms, and feel the hair on my forehead.It was insane! And this didn’t annoy me so much as bringing my attention to many other things. Understanding this, made me understand my personal ability to focus better in a hectic environment. 

When I read at home, I will “read” three pages, but the only thing I’ve learned is that my phone went off twice, my dog licks her butt  too much and I’m really…really hungry. But no new knowledge from the book I was “reading”.  So I have to either: read out loud at home and become my own free audio book or I have to do homework at school.

School. noun. (sk-ool) : a place where people are screaming, burning food in the microwave, and walking by me and nudging my chair. This is where I decide to do my homework. Smart move, Sam. Surprisingly though, I can pay attention to my homework in that environment. It would be inconvenient for me to move locations, or get up to get something to eat. I just sit there, listen to Bon Iver radio on Pandora and bust through my entire to do list.

It makes me wonder why I need all of my senses tortured for me to keep my attention on my homework.  It should be the opposite right?

In high school, they tell you the correct way to do everything. Even the correct way to sit in your chair for maximum focus.

“In order to study efficiently, you need to sit somewhere closed off from everyone else, dimmed lighting and in total silence. This is the only way to pay attention to your studies.”

Did you just describe a jail cell? Guess I’ll just go to the local police station and ask for a holding cell, because that’s the only place I can seem to really “pay attention to my studies.”

Epiphany moment!

Traditional techniques aren’t really my thing. But it makes sense when you think about the time that those teachers came from (not calling anyone old) and current time.

When my teachers were kids, they didn’t have moving billboards, or mirrors in the bathroom that when you aren’t standing in front of it is playing an advertisement, or simply the Internet that we are accustomed to today.

Today’s Internet: Fast, interactive, and usually displaying numerous ads on all margins.  So when you think about what “effective studying” for them would be and what that would mean to us… it’s completely different.

I’m used to my senses being overwhelmed constantly. So when I study, that’s a normal environment to me.  Don’t get me wrong, I love some solitude. I love being in my apartment, without the TV on, just relaxing. That doesn’t bring me into focus; the environment I’m used to does though.

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