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try to breathe (new 5-card flickr story)


Five Card Story: try to breathe

a Five Card Flickr story created by Tempy


flickr photo by bionicteaching


flickr photo by Choconancy1


flickr photo by Serenae


flickr photo by Serenae


flickr photo by Serenae

we walked for the joy of it

asher, david, and i, chasing stars out of hiding and reveling in the movement of everything around us

the sands shifted, the continent moved, the planet spiraled around a moving star

and we existed

by the grace of god, we existed

if we had known what was coming, would we have done anything differently?

when we went back, asher wasn’t the same

barked at shadows

refused to come inside when i let him out after dark

when he ran away, they told us that this was not uncommon in such times

what such times? we asked them

you know, these times. crazy, frenetic

dogs, cats, birds, they just can’t handle it

didn’t make us feel any better at the loss of our sweet boy

david withdrew from me
started sleeping on the couch because our bed gave him nightmares
told me about a warrior woman staring at him from the periphery
she disappeared whenever he tried to see her
really see her

i tried to understand, but i wondered if asher was what kept david sane
david told me that the woman kept getting closer

he was fired when he attacked a coworker

told me that the world was bigger than us, but there were bigger things than the world

she was whispering to him, whispering from the shadows
something’s coming, something’s coming
it’ll swallow us all whole
prepare for it
try to breathe while you can, david
’cause you won’t be able to when it comes

i took him to see a psychologist
what else could i do? he was always muttering
and i couldn’t watch him destroy himself

they told me that he wasn’t going to be able to function without meds
so we got him some meds

and he turned off

stopped talking to me
stopped talking at all

stayed home when i went to work, staring at the abandoned bird feeder in the garden

stayed in the garden until full dark

was this any better than the david from before?

the sky overwhelmed me one morning and i sat with my eyes closed
how could i stay grounded when everybody around me was not themselves? could i still be myself if they were not?
what if i was no longer the same person?

a pipe began leaking in the house and i couldn’t find it
the drip-drip was constant and david didn’t seem to mind it

i tried to ignore it until the plumber could come out to the house

at night, it joined with the whistling in the eaves to create language
i squeezed my eyes shut, but there it was

try to breathe
try to breathe
’cause you won’t be able to
it’ll swallow us all whole

mistook an old woman on a city bus for a warrior
wondered if david’s illness had taken over me
taken my mind from me

i couldn’t be crazy too
somebody had to keep the family together even if two of the members were either physically or mentally absent

adrienne from work told me to take some time off
the stress was getting to me, she said

the next month was a blur
convoluted whisperings made louder when david stopped taking his medication
we stopped watching the news
cut ourselves off

began taking long walks again, preparing

we loved like we’d never loved before
trying to breathe
left the kitchen and its peeling wallpaper

the house with the overgrown vegetable garden behind us like dusty beetle wing casing

david told me he was hungry for everything
i felt it too
gnawing my stomach, nibbling my gallbladder, devouring my pancreas and liver

until i was left as empty as a black hole
open to absorb everything

we had climbed to the highest point in miles
the world stretching down below us

david told me that i needed to look to the sky

it was soulless
the stars we chased so long ago were gone, like the life out of a man’s eyes when he sheds his mortal coil

we watched as the darkness began to pull us in
the earth trembled

we trembled
drew in gallons of air

lights shot up from far away
fire sprouted in the sky
fireworks, explosions, missiles

a nuke

all were swallowed, snuffed and eaten milliseconds after they burst
david sang a snippet of the star-spangled banner and giggled, gasping around words
lights below were snuffing out, one by one
no sounds around us but what we made
and those were being swallowed too

his hand tightened around mine
and he mouthed

try to breathe
try to breathe


any existence is good existence?


Five Card Story: any existence is good existence?

a Five Card Flickr story created by Tempy


flickr photo by Serenae


flickr photo by Serenae


flickr photo by Serenae


flickr photo by Serenae


flickr photo by bionicteaching

eat the fruit, she told me, you won’t regret it

i bit into the bitter flesh and juice ran down my chin

it didn’t agree with me, but consented to move me beyond myself

solar systems made of plastic and glass surrounded us and we glowed too

my skin felt like bunsen burner flames and the fruit moved me beyond that, beyond the flies tapping the windows of our house

we went to a port on the other side of the world

my spirit animal was a dead fish in a pile of dead fish, but i wasn’t able to figure out which one

a fishmonger nearby asked me if i wanted to buy anything

i asked him for a bus ticket home and he laughed

bus tickets are only for people who can find accept who they are and were, was his answer

i punched him in the nose and the fruit drew me elsewhere

blood dried on my fist

we went into a public library with dirty chairs and books with redrot

i pulled out a book that was older than me and the pages crumbled so i only got to read the first page

it felt familiar, somehow

the fruit was silent, but i could feel its derision

it laughed at me and i could do nothing but obey it

for the first time in my life, i hated evie and her radical ideas

when i finally returned, i could never look at her again in the same way

our children moved on and built their own lives, but we are stuck in that party, with that fruit

i feel tainted and no amount of prayer or whispering in a confessional could bring me back to that which i was

sometimes, i still try to wipe the bitter juice from my mouth and chin before i realize that it’s just a memory

i will never be able to forget my reflection in the flat eyes of the dead fish


Scavenger Hunt Update

Well, this is it. The last truly official post I do for DS106. Yeah, we’ve had some times. I can’t say that all have been pleasant, but we’ve certainly… ah… had some times. This coming week is finals week, then dead week, then the official end of my undergraduate career. That said, I have not finished the photos I wanted to take for my scavenger hunt. I’ll probably finish them over the summer, when I’ll probably have more time between working at a part time job and looking for a full-time job.

Out of 25 terms required to “complete” the assignment, I did 18. A couple of them have more than one photo, and I have several more pictures in the works, taken but not edited. If I were less of a perfectionist I might have posted them already. But here’s the deal: either I post something I don’t think is ready now and remove it later, or I spend more time on the piece and leave it in Flickr. Over the past couple months, I’ve taken photos out of Flickr because they were clearly not good. I want to showcase only the photos I consider ready.

You can see all of the photos in the “Scavenger Hunt” tab on my site. I’ll only post the ones I’m particularly happy with here.

Food

I didn’t do much but arrange this one. I love the angles and the colors and the detail. It might not be the most exciting photo I took over the course of this assignment, but it was delicious to clean up afterwards. The milk was entirely necessary because I accidentally added too much pepper. I did plan this shot out, but it wasn’t the most extravagant photo I took.

Discovery

I like this photo not only because the subject is cute, but because I think the composition is interesting. I wound up centering Birby, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing because the real framing device (the newspaper) forces him to appear somewhat off-center. Also, it’s difficult to work with animal subjects and this was made even harder since this was in low-light and he kept moving around.

Monochrome

This was an easy shot to take. I knew I wanted to do flowers, and my camera has a monochrome setting on it. All I had to do was choose the flowers I wanted to take pictures of. I took pictures of both yellow and blue pansies and was convinced by Mauve and Twitterless Boy that the blue looked better. Now that I’ve looked back on them again, I am inclined to agree. The blue is very soft looking.

Joy

This was the first picture I took. I love how it turned out and I’m pretty sure that’s because I planned most of the details out. I told Chibi to wear blue so that the yellow would stand out more, I decided against photographing her face since I don’t think that it would add to the photo- we too often associate joy with facial expressions like smiling. To me, joy could be something as simple as yellow flowers. We wanted to do sorrow as sort of the end to that expression, with dead flowers cupped in somebody’s palms, but the yellow flowers were all gone and the other plants we had access to at the time were virtually unrecognizable when wilted.

Man v Man

This is a good example of model/director cooperation. I wanted to put him in the same photo, fighting himself (after working through several other ideas), and he pretty much decided the rest. He even sat behind me when I was photoshopping it to make suggestions. My models were pretty awesome.

Envy

They were so patient with me and allowed me to move them all over. They even contributed to the expressions and the eventual shot that wound up as Envy. THANKYOUSOMUCH, CHIBI, TITUS, MAUVE, AND TWITTERLESS BOY!

This was the shot that took the most work. I found a tutorial that walked me through it. It was actually a lot of fun and I plan on looking into more tutorials when I have less studying to do.

Wrath

In the end, I affirmed my love of planned photography and came out of it with a few tips. If you ever plan on doing this:

1.) Plan out your shots well in advance and take them as soon as the opportunity presents itself. I forgive my own procrastination since I was occupied in doing other homework, but there will be days when you can’t take the photos and days when you can.

2.) Be prepared to take several photos for each subject, especially if you plan on photoshopping things. For the shopping to look right, the photos need to be clean. Also, if you think the bones of your composition aren’t good, the end result will not wind up looking that great either.

3.) Be flexible. You might not be able to do that spectacular thing you wanted to do, but you can easily adapt the idea and come up with something else. Don’t stress about it too much because that stress can easily come back to make you resent ever taking the challenge.

4.) Be patient, both with your models and with yourself. Try to make the entire experience as positive as possible and even if the photos don’t turn out all right, you’ll still have the memories of a fun time.

Dear Unfortunate DS106 Student:

Prepare to be frustrated. Prepare to say, “DAMN YOU, JIM GROOM, I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO.” Prepare yourself for regret, anger, confusion, and utter depression when you realize that this is a 100-level class. You will work your ass off for this class and every scrap of patience you have will be tested. Late nights and hours trying to get a program to work, or attempting to upload a video, or doing something else that you would never have considered homework while your other studies go neglected will often make you wish you had decided to take a History elective instead.

That is the nature of the beast. It eats students alive.

And you’ll be eager for more. For all the shit that Jim Groom will put you through, every time somebody comments on a post you made will make you look forward to the prospect of creation. Every time you post something you put so much effort into and you get recognized for it will feed the growing craving to send your hard work out, to push yourself harder. This class doesn’t just teach you the tools of the internet, it teaches the essence of internet culture.

Sure, Jim Groom might be the most frustrating teacher you’ll ever meet- you’ll want to hate him but you can’t because he loves this material too much and his goodwill will act like a shield against your ire.

Three things you’ll want to remember if you make the right choice and stay in the class:

1.) Stay calm. Your anger might be good fuel for a blog post, but no assignment you’ll ever do is worth raising your blood pressure. If something’s not working, don’t get upset.

2.) If something’s not working, you can usually find a tutorial for it online. If THAT doesn’t work, tweet Jim Groom or Martha Burtis or one of the other nice people working for their evil organization. They often figure out the problem within a day, if not sooner.

3.) Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there, to expend some energy, to have fun. In the end, you will create so much stuff, so much interesting stuff, you’ll look back and think, “Well, look at that. What do you know, maybe this class wasn’t such a bitch after all.” Then you will think a little harder and think,“Nahhh.” But it wasn’t an insufferable bitch.

In the end, that’s all you can really ask for.

Fandom

I like fandom, I really do. It gets a bad rap because when it’s bad, it’s really bad. I don’t think about it too much, but I’ve done fan art before. It just didn’t occur to me at the time. A couple years ago, back in my youth (and by youth, I mean sophomore year of college), I loved to leave graffiti on other peoples’ facebook walls. Graffiti was an application that would allow the recipient to play back the drawing as the drawer drew it. I was fascinated by this. However, as I continued to do graffiti, I started having problems coming up with drawable ideas.

Then I rewatched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and a dazzling new idea occurred to me- I could illustrate screenshots from that movie. At this point, I had no tablet. I, however, had quite a bit of patience.
Thus, this following graffiti was drawn for a friend:

That was so much fun, I drew others. I eventually began using quotes and non-screenshots.

I even did some for other movies.

I loved doing Wild Wild West because the quotes were just so silly.



The Matrix was also a good place to look for quotes:



Since Heath Ledger died, I felt it also pertinent to use quotes from A Knight’s Tale.


Zombies meet Sufjan Stevens

1. Windows Movie Maker is stupid.
2. Windows Movie Maker is STUPID.

After the ordeal of procuring the clips (which happened through the grace of Jim Groom), trimming them down, and moving them around, Movie Maker decided that I didn’t need to hear the part of the song I needed to hear to get the alignment right. If I wanted to hear a clip in relation to the song, I had to play the entire video through, otherwise it would choose a random part of Ring Them Bells and I would change the lineup only to find that it had been an elaborate hoax the whole time.

Needless to say, I will not be listening to this song again for a couple weeks. I think I did a decent job considering the fact that I’ve never watched 28 Days Later (I skimmed through it in Movie Maker to trim down the clips, but I did so with the sound off) and I had so much difficulty moving the clips around. I had originally had wonderful ideas for where the clocks would go (“time is running backwards”) and where some of the zombies running over the hill footage would go (“lost sheep”), but it just wouldn’t work. And, playing it through, there were some things that worked well for the timing and the cadence so I tried to preserve them.

Sorry I haven’t posted in a week. Graduation is about to happen. >.> I’m terrified and the workload is definitely not helping matters, at least not in the way that lots of busy work usually does. I’ll try to post more often in the coming weeks.

Mixing, mashing, and terms that I don’t intend to apply to cooking

For ninth grade English, one of the books we had to read was Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie. I highly recommend it- it was a beautiful book. That’s not my point. Right. Okay, so there was a part of the book that talked about the Sea of Stories. There were fish within this sea and they ate stories and reworked them while digesting them, and they came out with entirely new stories out of the components of the old.

This, to me, is the essence of mash-up. You take two or more concepts, narratives, stories, and you mix them together and make something new. Because of the associations we have with the components, their own meanings take on new aspects in light of the remixing.

However, I have to admit: if one of the components is from an obscure story or source, the message loses some of the force. For instance, if nobody knew about Requiem for a Dream, part of Collegehumor’s remix of the York Peppermint Patty commercial would lose some clout. Since it is a recognizable source, it creates a very strong remix. Check it out:

So, where does the limit of mash-up occur? What constitutes a mash-up, rather than just a rote parroting? Is a music video really a mashup? There’s a bit of a blurred line there, IMO.

When I was younger, I LOVED AMVs (Anime Music Videos). Fans of a specific anime would put clips to music. Sometimes a lot of thought went into these AMVs, sometimes not. It was often difficult to tell. However, it was fun to look at and sometimes the video would skew my perspective of the song. I have purchased music based off of those music videos.

[On a side note- I just drank an energy drink and now I'm getting really hyper, but I'm writing this during class so I can't do anything about it and I moved away from this page and now WordPress is telling me that it can't perform that action, but Goddammit, I'm not Hal, so it better not spazz out and OW FEEDBACK. JIM GROOM, AUGH.]

Let’s look at some AMVs. Or music videos in general. Yeah, let’s do that.


Chibi sent me a link to this. It is amazing and I love how they got the mouths to match the lyrics. I would consider this a mashup given the amount of thought put into it. Not to mention, the meanings of the components are skewed by the mixing of the two.

Let’s take a look at System of a Down’s Chop Suey mixed with Final Fantasy Advent Children. That’s been done so many times, the videos on Youtube are probably countless. However, some of them are definitely stronger than others. I have a special place in my heart for this example since one such video sent to me by my brother started my high school AMV kick and introduced me to System of a Down all in one blow. The combination is excellent due to the frenetic pacing of parts of the song and parts of the movie.

First, one that isn’t terrible strong. It’s a series of clips set to the song. The author didn’t seem to put a lot of thought into the timing and placement of the clips, so it doesn’t feel like a remix.

Now, take a look at this one. Despite some really weird transitions between widescreen and fullscreen, the author of the video makes some really good choices about the timing, editing the speed of the clips, and other things.

This next video may not be appropriate for all viewers. Remember Avenue Q? Well, some bright person put The Internet is For Porn to Disney clips. This is the result.

Now, Chibi, Mauve, and I agree that this is a mash-up. It definitely changes our perspective on its components by the comparison within the mix. I think it’s much stronger near the end.
Speaking of Disney, have you heard Nick Pitera? He has a bunch of videos on Youtube where he sings Disney songs. Mauve says that his others videos are just plain covers, but this following video is a mash-up. Thoughts?

Okay, so after a couple weeks of looking for this video, I have found it. In hindsight, it should not have taken me this long. It represents everything I love about music remixes. I despise some of the songs that are in it, but they actually ADD to the remix as a whole. Check it out:

Collegehumor is where I tend to find good remixes of songs. Here’s another one.

But we’ve also got parodies like This here Anakin Guy by Weird Al and Frodo Don’t Wear the Ring by Flight of the Conchords. Could you count them as mash ups? I think they are, but it’s a loose interpretation of the term mash-up perhaps.

Then, we’ve got to ask ourselves, “What about people who write covers of songs? If they put lyrics to a previously lyric-less song is that a mash-up or is it just a parroting of the same theme?” Since I like inclusiveness, I would consider Kate Covington’s cover of Roses of May (originally by Nobuo Uematsu for Final Fantasy IX) as a mash-up. She adds extra meaning to a song that already has ties to some cultural source (a videogame).

Here’s a violin cover of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, played by Joe Edmonds. Excellent!

But does this add meaning or another layer to the original song? It’s a cool arrangement, sure, but should it be included with remix culture? I’m inclined to agree with Mauve when she says that it’s pretty, but it’s not really remix.

Since I can’t draw any overarching conclusions about remix culture, here are some videos we found in the course of this discussion:


Muse versus Lady Gaga? How does it work so well?!?


Love this remix:

As Chibi said, “I love remixes.”

Hero’s Journey part 6: Unearthly Song

For the version of part 5 that precedes this one, go to MauveShirt’s blog post. For the first part of this story, go here.

White Pigeons Photo by Sanews

I was horribly confused. “Did you not come from the Silver Well?”

She shook her head and said with a strange glint in her eyes, “That was the Sacred Well. The Silver Well leads to the other side of the world.”

I asked her, “How do you know this?”

“The bird sang it to me.”

She took me by the hand and we began to walk. The armor was silent now, like the woods. My sister bounced and giggled, sometimes letting go of my hand to pick a sweetly-scented flower. After a bit of walking and gathering, she began to weave a net out of the long stems, tied together like the daisy chains of her true childhood.

Her wild song, hummed under her breath, grew louder and louder as we walked. I finally realized that my sister had not been humming. The sharp music took on a cadence of a dance and it surrounded us like water.

We had reached a clearing. Silver birds sat, ornament-like on the trees around us. They sang a song of such clarity and beauty, a song of knowledge that I wept at, for I could not understand the language. My sister sat down and watched them, rapt. Her hands were the only things that moved, continuing to weave her net of flowers. I cannot say how long we stayed there, distracted from our quest as we listened to the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

With a piercing WRAAAACK, a discordant cry that set my teeth on edge, a huge black bird swept down amongst them. The silver birds kept singing, but tried to move out of the way. It snatched up one, who made a single sound of distress before being eaten alive. It went for another one, a courageous fellow who had attempted to knock it off the branch while it had dealt with the other. This one too disappeared down the cavernous gullet. The beating of its wings made the black bird’s chest ripple as it set upon a third.

My sister yelled something and jumped to her feet- we humans are so very slow when it comes to reacting. She threw up her net and I leaped forward to help her. Between us, we captured the black bird and hauled it to the ground. Once it knew it had been caught, it stopped fighting.

She tied the net closed around it with deft little hands while I watched, my revulsion at the creature making my mouth sour.

another 5cardflickr story


Five Card Story: to live backwards is not evil

a Five Card Flickr story created by Tempy


flickr photo by Serenae


flickr photo by bionicteaching


flickr photo by IKnowHowToWhistle


flickr photo by jentropy


flickr photo by hummingcrow

when the leaves became spotted red, i had to go
signs, signs, were they all my that my life was comprised of?

maggie tried to force me to drink the waters of lethe, but i stopped her and she spoke no more

fevered, seeing constellations in the growth of desert flowers, i climbed to the top of the mountain

twos and threes, searching for answers from the peak
maybe we’d be closer to Him
maybe we’d be beyond heavy air

my head grew fuzzier
dehydration, the madness of disease
when i thought myself well, i had already forgotten what i left beneath the mountain

julius, lizzy, leon, and i all sat with some people who didn’t introduce themselves
they said that names were signs of dirty civilization, signs of a ephemeral and pretentious existence

thousands of bats, bugs, birds fled the forest as we watched absently
it was beneath us, lords of mountaintops so high that i cannot remember ever being warm, not even when i lay with the others to bask in the sunlight

when the nameless elders died suddenly, having contracted my former symptoms, we were jolted out of our comfort and discomfort into something new

we had no shovels and the ground was too tough for hands, so we put them in the Sanctuary and pulled the building down atop them

leon died as we wandered down the mountain like lost sheep, another victim of the disease
lizzy fell and broke her ankle

i carried her the rest of the way, though i was still weak from my so-recent illness

we reached sea level and moved along a river to a town
the town was deserted, so we followed the road to a city

it was like the skin of a snake after molting,
hollow and transparent,
lizzy made a sound like a lamed bird and i felt something i had not felt since before i fell sick

we wandered through homes where the televisions fuzzed and shhhhhed

house sparrows had found their way into an apartment complex and flew between geometric rafters

julius got sick and we sat next to him in an unfamiliar home
a residence that bore the marks of child residents; pink bedroom, drawings on the refrigerator of flowers and the family dog

when our friend got better, we moved on. i could not for the life of me remember how to drive a car, but we found a wagon and my companions sat in it and thanked me for not leaving them alone

they held hands when they thought i couldn’t see
they smiled at each other when they thought i wouldn’t notice

i did, but remembered that i had somebody and had lost her
it wormed at the edges of my consciousness right before sleep

did it bother me that she was probably dead? that what we had was a fleeting dream?

i tried to drown thought in work, dragging my companions in a red wagon behind me
muscles sprouted in my limbs, wiry sinew
i came to be a hunter, a gatherer, a leader, and a mute

my tongue, once so occupied in asking questions and giving answers, would no longer work for me

thus, i found that i could not answer the call we heard in the crater
nor express my wonder at the sight
not cry out in surprise
when the one who’d offered me water in sickness came climbing up to meet us

she has joined us, but will not address me
i hold out hope, though


Potpourri

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead student commentary

I thought I had been giving enough time to each subtitle. Now that I’ve watched it away from the Mac, I find that I needed to give each subtitle another couple seconds. Sorry. I got better about putting shorter captions later in the video, but I need to work on it.

It’s done. I’d apologize for the jerky transitions and the lack of conclusion/introduction, but I didn’t want to make it any longer than it had to be.

For your pains, here is “What prevents me from speaking the truth with a Rhoetosaurus?”

The latin-dinosaur phrase was constructed by my dear MauveShirt. Go visit her blog!