I think i can, I think can, I think i can...
get though this semseter
find a new path to travel down
over come my anxiety of writing
Sunday, January 31, 2010
choo choo!!
I think i can, I think can, I think i can...
get though this semseter
find a new path to travel down
over come my anxiety of writing
Friday, January 22, 2010
"Consider the Lobster" 01.26.10
Does The Main Lobster Festival really stir up ideas about weather or not a lobster feels pain?
- Festivals are meant to be a place where you enjoy Americana, food (cooked in all ways, shapes and forms), entertainment, and friends/ family. Festivals bring all shapes, sizes, colors of people together under a common fascination with in this case lobsters.
David Foster Wallace’s essay did provoke me. It asked me to “consider the lobster”. For me the matter of fact is that it is JUST A LOBSTER. It looks weird, with its abnormal structure, its prominent claws, and its antenna like eyeballs that stick out of its head. Yet I am a human, I like to eat protein (preferably from animals, though its possible to survive on protein from plants and such), and the lobster is a great source to do such that.
I gathered that David Foster Wallace’s essay was supposed to be about the Maine Lobster Festival for Gourmet magazine, yet someone he ended up going off on a tangent about how we need to consider the lobster, more in the act of actually killing it rather than eating it. I felt that the essay become preachy because if your are supposed to be writing an article for a food magazine you shouldn’t be going off on a tangent of whether or not the lobster feels pain or is suffering. He assumed that “everyone” who decides to go to the MLF, at some point in the time there, starts to think about the morality of killing the lobsters in the way we do.
Yes, the lobster that we have picked out for our meal that day probably does not want to die- but again what animal does want to die. Though with the fact that an animal no matter where on the chain of superiority most likely is “programmed” to not want to die, I highly doubt that they contemplate how not to die that day.
The lobster most likely does not think about where or not that this box filled with food will be at trap and eventually lead to my end. If that were so, they would have figured out by now.
I will just have to leave it with that David Foster Wallace is an unique writer in the sense that he does tend to voice his opinion of where a lobster can feel pain or not even if he did not realize it or not. He was effective enough to get me to “consider the lobster”, even though in the end I ended up siding with eating it no matter how it is cooked. They day that the lobster can out smart a human and start eating us, will be the day I pay respects to it and learn how to not get captured by it and begin a wonders game of whits.
- Festivals are meant to be a place where you enjoy Americana, food (cooked in all ways, shapes and forms), entertainment, and friends/ family. Festivals bring all shapes, sizes, colors of people together under a common fascination with in this case lobsters.
David Foster Wallace’s essay did provoke me. It asked me to “consider the lobster”. For me the matter of fact is that it is JUST A LOBSTER. It looks weird, with its abnormal structure, its prominent claws, and its antenna like eyeballs that stick out of its head. Yet I am a human, I like to eat protein (preferably from animals, though its possible to survive on protein from plants and such), and the lobster is a great source to do such that.
I gathered that David Foster Wallace’s essay was supposed to be about the Maine Lobster Festival for Gourmet magazine, yet someone he ended up going off on a tangent about how we need to consider the lobster, more in the act of actually killing it rather than eating it. I felt that the essay become preachy because if your are supposed to be writing an article for a food magazine you shouldn’t be going off on a tangent of whether or not the lobster feels pain or is suffering. He assumed that “everyone” who decides to go to the MLF, at some point in the time there, starts to think about the morality of killing the lobsters in the way we do.
Yes, the lobster that we have picked out for our meal that day probably does not want to die- but again what animal does want to die. Though with the fact that an animal no matter where on the chain of superiority most likely is “programmed” to not want to die, I highly doubt that they contemplate how not to die that day.
The lobster most likely does not think about where or not that this box filled with food will be at trap and eventually lead to my end. If that were so, they would have figured out by now.
I will just have to leave it with that David Foster Wallace is an unique writer in the sense that he does tend to voice his opinion of where a lobster can feel pain or not even if he did not realize it or not. He was effective enough to get me to “consider the lobster”, even though in the end I ended up siding with eating it no matter how it is cooked. They day that the lobster can out smart a human and start eating us, will be the day I pay respects to it and learn how to not get captured by it and begin a wonders game of whits.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Didion/Bizzle: 01.21.10
Remember the days that seemed to matter so much in that moment. Keep an account of the thoughts that consumed the brain for those seconds, minutes, days...
Didion:
Didion's journaling is meant to trigger part of the memory.
"Why did I write it down? In order to remember of course but exactly what was it I wanted to remember?"
Not so much a play by play but in the way a smell will remind you of a person. Not so much every detail but more so the feeling you get. Some times it works some times is dose not.
Its her perception of the things her body/mind experiences. Something was intended to be important to her.
“Sometimes even the maker has difficulty with the meaning.”
Buzzell:
Buzzell's blogging is easier, cheaper, and an outlet for the days that drag together in Iraq. Does he write in such focused sentences in his blogging so that he may not have to think about them later, so they do not drag on?
"Lesson" Don't be a f***ing idiot like me, and always look before you lie down anywhere, specially in this country."
Does he recount his days so he secures the memory in his mind, so that he learns from his mistakes so one day it might save his life?
Who's to say what is important? Someone can go though the same exact moment and come out with two completely different experiences- who's to say who is better?
My thoughts are short. I struggle for length. Texting is easy when there is no passion behind it. It’s easier to hide the emotions. I think in my head. Making thoughts to paper or keyboard stalls my brain. Growing up in the world of cell phones and Internet and social networks has numbed my brain. My brain hates to think. Very few things keep its creativeness engaged.
If I do write, I write in a journal. Its short. Few sentences, more questions to keep myself thinking. Some pictures if I find relevance. I write more freely about thoughts in my head after a beer or two. Though that can lead to drunken texts or emails and that is always bad, you send it, read it the next morning, and regret it. Journaling is safer. Less people see the hot mess of my thoughts.
“How it felt to me: that is getting closer to the truth about a notebook...” – Didion
So for what it’s worth the internet helps conceal some of the emotion that is bottled up in my head, it lets me talk when I want to, how I want to, with a sort of protective barrier. My journal is my own personal account of how I see “my world”, the world that I live in, the world that makes me who I am.
Didion:
Didion's journaling is meant to trigger part of the memory.
"Why did I write it down? In order to remember of course but exactly what was it I wanted to remember?"
Not so much a play by play but in the way a smell will remind you of a person. Not so much every detail but more so the feeling you get. Some times it works some times is dose not.
Its her perception of the things her body/mind experiences. Something was intended to be important to her.
“Sometimes even the maker has difficulty with the meaning.”
Buzzell:
Buzzell's blogging is easier, cheaper, and an outlet for the days that drag together in Iraq. Does he write in such focused sentences in his blogging so that he may not have to think about them later, so they do not drag on?
"Lesson" Don't be a f***ing idiot like me, and always look before you lie down anywhere, specially in this country."
Does he recount his days so he secures the memory in his mind, so that he learns from his mistakes so one day it might save his life?
Who's to say what is important? Someone can go though the same exact moment and come out with two completely different experiences- who's to say who is better?
My thoughts are short. I struggle for length. Texting is easy when there is no passion behind it. It’s easier to hide the emotions. I think in my head. Making thoughts to paper or keyboard stalls my brain. Growing up in the world of cell phones and Internet and social networks has numbed my brain. My brain hates to think. Very few things keep its creativeness engaged.
If I do write, I write in a journal. Its short. Few sentences, more questions to keep myself thinking. Some pictures if I find relevance. I write more freely about thoughts in my head after a beer or two. Though that can lead to drunken texts or emails and that is always bad, you send it, read it the next morning, and regret it. Journaling is safer. Less people see the hot mess of my thoughts.
“How it felt to me: that is getting closer to the truth about a notebook...” – Didion
So for what it’s worth the internet helps conceal some of the emotion that is bottled up in my head, it lets me talk when I want to, how I want to, with a sort of protective barrier. My journal is my own personal account of how I see “my world”, the world that I live in, the world that makes me who I am.
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