Monday, November 17, 2008
The Information Highway
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Journal 7-Untitled

The world is finally coming to a close. Everything is settling down. The children no longer play in the park next to 13th street where Nik crosses to go home. The birds stop chirping, the nice white people of the nice neighborhood no longer pass these streets, and the dogs have long stopped barking. Nik wishes that he could go home to that neighborhood, wishes that he could be a part of that system just as much as all the white people that come through. But alas, it was not to be for old Nik. He was just going to walk past all these beautiful homes, beautiful streets, beautiful people, and walk to where he felt more accepted. Its name is Harlem. Harlem may not be as nice as the white folks places, but its still home.
Nik’s lived here his whole life. He went to elementary school here and went to high school here. He had his first kiss here and broke his first heart here (incidentally it was the same person here). He laughed and he cried here. He lived here, but everyone once in a while, he wished that he didn’t live here. He wished he lived there. He wished that he first kiss were there. That his family was there. That his first car purchase was there. That he didn’t have to cross 13th street and come here. He wished that he could turn left and live there. This was never going to be anytime soon though, and he realized that a long time ago.
So Nik went to school and studied hard all the way through high school. He kept his nose to the grindstone and alas it all paid off. He got into the college on the hill. That college was there, and not here, and that was what he liked most of all. His mother and father were proud, and his older sister cried when he told her the news. It was big news since he was the first one to get into college in his family’s history. So now he was, for the first time in his life, going there and he wasn’t going to be held back by anything.
Or so he thought. There was one problem with the college on the hill. No one liked him there. People threw things at him. People called him names. They were all white. He didn’t understand why they hated him so much. He never even so much as made a friend when he went to the college on the hill. But that didn’t bother him.
Or so he thought. One fellow student of Nik’s always gave him trouble. Always picked on him. Always called him names. Everyday the student wouldn’t even let him sit down anywhere at the lunch tables and Nik is forced to sit in a bathroom stall. Nobody tried to stop the student. Everyone was laughing, even the teachers.
One day Nik was tired of all the trouble this student was giving him. So Nik decided to stand up to the student. He turned around to the student in the lunch area and yelled at him,
“Why are you doing this?! I just don’t understand! Why am I constantly ridiculed because of the way I am?! You are who you are, and I am who am! We can’t change that fact! I am not trying to change that fact! In the end though we are all the same.! I eat and I drink and I sleep, just like you! I cry and I love! Just like you! Don’t you love? Don’t you cry? Why do you come here, to this college? I come here so that I can have a better life, so that one day I will wake up and be happy with myself, that one day I can become a better person, that I can provide for my children, for my wife, for my father and mother, for my sister, for my community, for my society, for my country! So that I do not become a parasite feeding off the individuals that work for a better tomorrow! That is why I am here! That is why I worked hard! That is why I live and I breathe! Now, isn’t that why you are here too?!”
The fellow student fell into a sullen silence, turned around and sat down. The entire lunch area heard what he said and they were all silent. Nik realized this, turned around and walked to a chair and for the first time sat down in it without being hounded to get out of it. He took a bite, chewed, and the lunch area volume climbed again and everyone began talking to each other again. Nik smiled to himself, and enjoyed his meal.
Nik walked past 13th street. He hadn’t walked past this street since going to the college on the hill. But that was in the past. “Expulsion for extreme outbursts and negativity in the classroom” read his last letter from the college on the hill. He smiled. He knew that the faculty was just waiting for him to slip up. Waiting for an excuse. But it didn’t matter to him. He wouldn’t let it stop him. He remembered another college where he was accepted, Harvard, and decided to try there. They had already expressed interest but he picked the college on the hill for proximity. But now the world was open. My time will come, he thought. Maybe not today, Nik, and maybe not tomorrow, but one day the world will be yours.
Nik passed 13th street and smiled. He was glad to be here.
I chose this picture because I think it relates to how Langston Hughes and Nik in my story. They both are alone in this world, but in that darkness and loneliness comes a light of hope. A ray or beacon of light that promises of better times. That time will come and go (like a person only being under that light for a few seconds, walking), but that day will come. I liked the street as well because it symbolizes the streets that both Hughes and Nik have to cross in their stories (though the streets have different names, they are meant to symbolize the same thing).
Sunday, November 2, 2008
E-Portfolios
Basic Principles Of Design
Relationship with an Audience
Sunday, September 14, 2008
MAUS-fancy name for mouse

MAUS, the tale of the holocaust, with a certain twist. It seems Speigelman is trying to reach readers through the use of illustrations rather than just words. He uses certain artistic techniques such as shading to highlight the main points in the illustrations so that we as the reader will be able to focus on what is important. For example, Speigelman shades everyone in the audience except for the police officers and the the three talking in the back, thus pointing out who is talking (that with word cloud) and also so that the three characters are easier to find in the story. Who wants to play where's waldo while reading a graphic novel of this kind?
Speaking of the graphic novel, since there have been numerous attempts at writing novels about personal experiences during the holocaust, Speigelman takes an interesting spin on the whole "genre", if you will. By creating a graphic novel of this multitude, Speigelman is reaching out to everyone, not just the ones interested in words. With his novel Speigelman captures his audience with images, not only words. Anyone flipping through the novel could immediately have their attention grabbed by just happening to look at one of the images and just being interested enough by that to keep reading on. Basically, Speigelman's novel is simply more powerful because of his visual texts.
Now, the thought of this book without all of its images and visual texts would simply turn this novel into any other book. It would take away from its simplistic yet powerful nature to let readers “see" what he is talking about. Our imaginations can let us see also, but this way what the author sees is also what we see. The author almost lets us step out of our own imagination and enter his, though colorless and more mouse-like.
Speigelman addresses the idea of audience in a very universal view. Though I feel I am restating this, I believe it true that letting us see what the author does is almost more powerful than words alone, at least for what he is writing about. By using these images he sets the tone for the whole novel by describing and illustrating what he means to say with words. Even though there are words, it is done more in the fashion of a storyboard for a 3-d animation, showing scene for scene what is actually going on. The actual tone of the novel tends is more drastic and serious for a novel with pictures and mice. It almost seems like he is trying to downplay the whole situation by using mice as the symbols for actual people, but by putting them in such a serious situation it takes away from their innocence and "cuteness". It is the perfect blend of innocence (in my opinion characterized by the mice) and actual seriousness of the situation. Even though I have only seen a small excerpt from this graphic novel, if I would have to describe this holocaust novel in a few words or phrase, I think that I would choose "gentle giant".
Thursday, September 4, 2008
[ScrubS]
