The current President and FDR have many things in common - they are/were both highly popular among the people of the United States, both are/were constantly proposing bills and ideas to try and fix the state of the union that their opponents are/were dismissing as Un-American and something that would completely destroy our ways of life as we know it, and they are/were President during the time of a massive financial crisis.
One would think we'd have learned by now, but...
As far as differences go (besides the obvious race thing), well... not much really comes to mind, aside from the fact that FDR had practically unanimous support while Obama has every single Republican in the history of ever (that's currently alive) going up against him, keeping anything he tries to do from actually being implemented.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Blog #7
I think veterinary clinics would have failed during the great depression, if only because people, while they did love their pets, did not have the money (or time, really) to take their pet to the vet to check if something was wrong with it. If the pet was sick, then... well... the pet was sick, big deal, moving on... makeshift remedies would be made, I guess, if the family really loved the dog, but otherwise there wouldn't be enough resources for a veterinary clinic to survive in those times.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Blog #6- Preacher Man
CHARACTER NAME: Jim Casy
QUOTES OF NOTE:
1. "I was a preacher. Reverend Jim Casy--was a Burning Busher. Used to howl out the name of Jesus to glory. And used to get an irrigation ditch so squirmin' full of repented sinners half of 'em like to drownded. But not no more. Just Jim Casy now. Ain't got the call no more. Got a lot of sinful idears--but they seem kinda sensible."
This quote not only introduces Jim Casy, but gives a little insight as far as who he is. It tells you his name, what he used to be, and why he used to be it. His name, Jim Casy, that he used to be a preacher, and that he stopped because he has sinful ideas that honestly don't seem like they should be sins at all.
2. "I says, 'Maybe it ain't a sin. Maybe it's just the way folks is. Maybe we been whippin' the hell out of ourselves for nothin'.' An' I thought how some sisters took to beatin' theirselves with a three-foot shag of bobwire. An' I thought how maybe they liked to hurt themselves, an' maybe I liked to hurt myself. Well, I was laying under a tree when I figured that out, and I went to sleep. And it come night, an' it was dark when I come to. They was a coyote squakin' near by. Before I knowed it, I was sayin' out loud, 'The hell with it! There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing. And some of the things folks do is nice, and some ain't nice, but that's as far as any man got a right to say.'"
This quote gives you a feel for what Jim Casy believes. As an ex-preacher, it seems like something ridiculous to think - but he's human. He's just like anyone else, and he's come to realize that in his own right. People do good and people do bad, and he as a preacher had trouble comprehending that he was the same, and so he believed that he couldn't sin - so when he did something bad, he beat himself up over it - but it never helped and he just did it again, and couldn't figure out why until he had this epiphany, as we'll call it.
3. "I says, 'What's this call, this sperit?' An' I says, 'It's love. I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' An' I says, 'Don't you love Jesus?' Well, I thought an thought, an' finally I says, 'No, I don't know nobody name' Jesus. I know a bunch of stories, but I only love people. An' sometimes I love 'em to fit to bust, an' I want to make 'em happy, so I been preachin' somepin I thought would make 'em happy.' An' then--I been talkin' a hell of a lot. Maybe you wonder about me using bad words. Well, they ain't bad to me no more. They're jus' words folks use, an' they don't mean nothing bad with 'em."
This quote makes you realize what Jim Cody's thinking is - the reason he believes what he believes now - it makes you realize that he's not really crazy - he's only human. He has beliefs, and he cares about people, but he wonders if this thing that's supposed to be out there really is out there, whether it's really such a big deal that he has to feel love for something that might not even be there... (at least that's what I think)
4. "I figgered about the Holy Sperit and the Jesus road. I figgered, 'Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit--the human sperit--the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent--I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it."
This quote is more on the above quote - it makes you realize that Jim Casy's lost his faith in Jesus and the lord, and has just started to believe in people as a whole - not in the things that are written in the bible, or the things that he's meant to preach. He believes that people are people, no matter what some holy being would classify as sin or virtue or right or wrong or holy or unholy. He believes in the spirit he sees in other people, not in the way that a book says to see other people.
QUOTES OF NOTE:
1. "I was a preacher. Reverend Jim Casy--was a Burning Busher. Used to howl out the name of Jesus to glory. And used to get an irrigation ditch so squirmin' full of repented sinners half of 'em like to drownded. But not no more. Just Jim Casy now. Ain't got the call no more. Got a lot of sinful idears--but they seem kinda sensible."
This quote not only introduces Jim Casy, but gives a little insight as far as who he is. It tells you his name, what he used to be, and why he used to be it. His name, Jim Casy, that he used to be a preacher, and that he stopped because he has sinful ideas that honestly don't seem like they should be sins at all.
2. "I says, 'Maybe it ain't a sin. Maybe it's just the way folks is. Maybe we been whippin' the hell out of ourselves for nothin'.' An' I thought how some sisters took to beatin' theirselves with a three-foot shag of bobwire. An' I thought how maybe they liked to hurt themselves, an' maybe I liked to hurt myself. Well, I was laying under a tree when I figured that out, and I went to sleep. And it come night, an' it was dark when I come to. They was a coyote squakin' near by. Before I knowed it, I was sayin' out loud, 'The hell with it! There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing. And some of the things folks do is nice, and some ain't nice, but that's as far as any man got a right to say.'"
This quote gives you a feel for what Jim Casy believes. As an ex-preacher, it seems like something ridiculous to think - but he's human. He's just like anyone else, and he's come to realize that in his own right. People do good and people do bad, and he as a preacher had trouble comprehending that he was the same, and so he believed that he couldn't sin - so when he did something bad, he beat himself up over it - but it never helped and he just did it again, and couldn't figure out why until he had this epiphany, as we'll call it.
3. "I says, 'What's this call, this sperit?' An' I says, 'It's love. I love people so much I'm fit to bust, sometimes.' An' I says, 'Don't you love Jesus?' Well, I thought an thought, an' finally I says, 'No, I don't know nobody name' Jesus. I know a bunch of stories, but I only love people. An' sometimes I love 'em to fit to bust, an' I want to make 'em happy, so I been preachin' somepin I thought would make 'em happy.' An' then--I been talkin' a hell of a lot. Maybe you wonder about me using bad words. Well, they ain't bad to me no more. They're jus' words folks use, an' they don't mean nothing bad with 'em."
This quote makes you realize what Jim Cody's thinking is - the reason he believes what he believes now - it makes you realize that he's not really crazy - he's only human. He has beliefs, and he cares about people, but he wonders if this thing that's supposed to be out there really is out there, whether it's really such a big deal that he has to feel love for something that might not even be there... (at least that's what I think)
4. "I figgered about the Holy Sperit and the Jesus road. I figgered, 'Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit--the human sperit--the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent--I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it."
This quote is more on the above quote - it makes you realize that Jim Casy's lost his faith in Jesus and the lord, and has just started to believe in people as a whole - not in the things that are written in the bible, or the things that he's meant to preach. He believes that people are people, no matter what some holy being would classify as sin or virtue or right or wrong or holy or unholy. He believes in the spirit he sees in other people, not in the way that a book says to see other people.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Blog #5- Work Examples
Work Example #1- Lynn Le's Interview
I absolutely love the long and elaborate introduction for her interview - I feel like it really sets the scene and gives you a good idea of what kind of a person her mentor is. I will admit that I felt like it was a little bit long (and sometimes I found myself mentally screaming to get on with it), but at the same time, if it were to be cut down, I feel like it would lose some of its impact. I also like how the interview is ended- on a more casual note, rather than some awkward ending.
Work Example #2- Emilie Colwell's Interview
I like how Emilie included the actions of her mentor in the interview by putting them in brackets, like so - [pauses to pick up and take a bite out of some bread]. It gives a feel for what the mentor is doing and how they react to the questions, or how they feel while they're being interviewed. Although, I probably would have written it more like [she paused to take a bite out of some bread] instead of just saying what I did earlier, so that it's more evident that this is an action.
Work Example #3- Audrey Le's Photo Essay
I like the way that Audrey works through her photo essay (it does bug me that she swaps from third to first person midway through the first paragraph though). She links everything through the underlying theme of what needs what to work, and what ends up coming from that work. She links water to power, to the energy needed for her laptop, etcetera... everything is brought together by this theme of what is brought about by other things, and how everything just falls into place together.
I absolutely love the long and elaborate introduction for her interview - I feel like it really sets the scene and gives you a good idea of what kind of a person her mentor is. I will admit that I felt like it was a little bit long (and sometimes I found myself mentally screaming to get on with it), but at the same time, if it were to be cut down, I feel like it would lose some of its impact. I also like how the interview is ended- on a more casual note, rather than some awkward ending.
Work Example #2- Emilie Colwell's Interview
I like how Emilie included the actions of her mentor in the interview by putting them in brackets, like so - [pauses to pick up and take a bite out of some bread]. It gives a feel for what the mentor is doing and how they react to the questions, or how they feel while they're being interviewed. Although, I probably would have written it more like [she paused to take a bite out of some bread] instead of just saying what I did earlier, so that it's more evident that this is an action.
Work Example #3- Audrey Le's Photo Essay
I like the way that Audrey works through her photo essay (it does bug me that she swaps from third to first person midway through the first paragraph though). She links everything through the underlying theme of what needs what to work, and what ends up coming from that work. She links water to power, to the energy needed for her laptop, etcetera... everything is brought together by this theme of what is brought about by other things, and how everything just falls into place together.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Photo Essay
Silent and empty. That is the atmosphere that echoes throughout the room. It is quiet, aside from the slight mew of the patient we are about to work with. I stare silently at the cat in the cage; as lonely as we both are, at least we have the other there to keep each other company. Gently, I stick a finger through one of the holes in the bars, and stroke the top of the cat's head. I remove my finger from the cage again, and stare silently at the cat, lonely, and I wish that I could do more to help it in its time of need. There is a certain compassion I feel for it, one that is hard to describe, that allows me to take a role of ownership, a role to make the pet feel comfortable and at home, to the best of my ability. I look over at the events that happen in the rest of the room, and notice one of the nurses is headed in this direction, so I take the opportunity to move to another part of the room so I am not in the way of the things that the nurse is about to do.
Once I reach the main area of the room, I stop and turn around to observe the two operation tables - one through the door to the room in front of me, and the one to my right, where a dental is being done on a dog. I turn to my left and look at the shelf beside me - everything from medical tools to tissues line the shelf, and I mentally run my hand over the objects that I see. A box of tissues, a jar of dog treats, a can of air freshener (this is probably the most useful tool there is), a red box that holds sanitary tools, some sticky-tape rollers used to get loose fur off of you or an animal, and a box that holds thermometers with some Vaseline to dip them in so they go into their... desired destination more easily. I briefly eye the next shelf, looking over things such as scissors, boxes and more cans relating to freshening and cleaning things, then turn my attention to the other side of the room again, where the nurse from before is carrying the cat into the other room.
I quietly follow her, and take a place at the side of the table so I can watch what is going on. Towels cover the table, so the cat does not have to sit on cold steel for what is about to happen. The nurse puts the cat on the table and holds it in place, and I stroke the top of its head, and its back, eventually full-on stroking the cat while we wait for another nurse to come into the room. The nurse in the room calls for another, and the called nurse comes in, restraining the cat from behind and lifting its head up so the first nurse can work with the cat more easily. Using a red squirt bottle, the nurse squirts some alcohol onto the cat's fur, then parts the fur as she feels around for a vein. With fluid motion, she pokes a needle through the skin, and draws a syringe's worth of blood from the cat. The moment she pulls the needle out, the other nurse applies pressure to where the needle was poked, and the first nurse fills two empty containers with the blood she drew, then takes them into another room.
I follow her into the lab, a room filled with intricate devices used for testing various levels about the blood - white blood cell count, things like that. She took the cap of one of the containers off and placed it in a device, and placed the other atop a shelf for later testing. I watched as a panel on the machine she'd placed the first container in flipped around, taking the container out of sight. She gave a quick 'Excuse me' as she passed me to leave the room, and I remained, staring at my surroundings and the machinery in the room silently.
The room was clustered, filled with papers, documents, machines, bottles, a chair, and a desk with everything from a computer to a cup of pens. I did not sit in the chair, as I felt I did not have permission to sit there. It is a silly thing to assume, yes, but I am silly like that- the chair was not mine, and it belonged to the nurses and doctors who worked there. I had no right - no responsibility - just like everything else there. I was a wanderer, doing nothing but watching and giving the most minor of aid to those who needed it. I was too shy to step up, too timid to really do anything... and it took all my courage and all my heart to tell myself to offer to help, to do whatever I could to make sure I was being helpful and contributing to the workplace - if not for me, if not for them, then for the animals who needed my help.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Blog #4
AMPERSAND IS COMING, AMPERSAND IS COMING!
Let's just hope it's not like the British!
My goals for Ampersand are to create a meaningful article that really strikes people as amazing and touches their hearts, and also to create a graphic (I hope to draw mine instead of use a photograph) that conveys what is going on in my writing very, very well. I also hope to help all I can when it comes to editing, since I ever do love to edit things so. It would also be cool if we could create something that's epically more epic than anything epic that has ever epically come to be epic. Yeah... just make it amazing.
Let's just hope it's not like the British!
My goals for Ampersand are to create a meaningful article that really strikes people as amazing and touches their hearts, and also to create a graphic (I hope to draw mine instead of use a photograph) that conveys what is going on in my writing very, very well. I also hope to help all I can when it comes to editing, since I ever do love to edit things so. It would also be cool if we could create something that's epically more epic than anything epic that has ever epically come to be epic. Yeah... just make it amazing.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Blog #3- Final Interview
Well, without further ado, here is my final interview.
You can click the image to see a bigger version of it, which should help you read the text.
You can click the image to see a bigger version of it, which should help you read the text.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Blog #2- Interview Opening
So here's what I've drafted out for the opening of my interview...
The room's temperature was hot, enough so that my jacket was tied around my waist, but this was most likely due to the bright lights that shone down on the operation table. Waiting patiently, I briefly reviewed the questions I was going to ask in my head. I did not have a paper to write it down with, nor did my mentor have the time to sit down and deal with my amateurish attempts to conduct a successful interview. So I had mentally come up with a compromise- casually ask him things I was curious about anyway while we were working, and then write down the answers I got when I had a little free time. Luckily for me, I have a good memory, so I was able to remember the answers that my mentor gave to me, and make a note of them to write them down later.
My mentor walked into the room; a tall man, hair covered by a blue cap he wore for sanitary purposes. A blue doctor's mask covering his mouth and nose, but you could still see his eyes through the glasses he wore. His body was covered by an aqua-green jacket, also for sanitary purposes, and his hands were covered by sterile gloves. He and I were accompanied by one of the nurses from the clinic, and I rested my hands on the side of the table, watching as he started work on the animal in front of him.
"So," I began, "What's the most interesting thing that you've encountered?"
The room's temperature was hot, enough so that my jacket was tied around my waist, but this was most likely due to the bright lights that shone down on the operation table. Waiting patiently, I briefly reviewed the questions I was going to ask in my head. I did not have a paper to write it down with, nor did my mentor have the time to sit down and deal with my amateurish attempts to conduct a successful interview. So I had mentally come up with a compromise- casually ask him things I was curious about anyway while we were working, and then write down the answers I got when I had a little free time. Luckily for me, I have a good memory, so I was able to remember the answers that my mentor gave to me, and make a note of them to write them down later.
My mentor walked into the room; a tall man, hair covered by a blue cap he wore for sanitary purposes. A blue doctor's mask covering his mouth and nose, but you could still see his eyes through the glasses he wore. His body was covered by an aqua-green jacket, also for sanitary purposes, and his hands were covered by sterile gloves. He and I were accompanied by one of the nurses from the clinic, and I rested my hands on the side of the table, watching as he started work on the animal in front of him.
"So," I began, "What's the most interesting thing that you've encountered?"
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
SEMESTER 2, Blog #1
Interview #1- with Bill Watterson
Interview #2- with the President
I believe that a good interview is made by the mannerisms of the people involved. If either party is reluctant to carry out the interview, then the questions and answers will be improperly asked and answered, tones of voice will indicate irritation toward the other party, and generally things will not proceed well. It also helps to have someone you are comfortable with and who is comfortable with you, if at all possible. If you do, then things are a lot more casual and neither party will be nervous or stumble over their words, or fumble out an answer they didn't mean to say.
Interview #2- with the President
I believe that a good interview is made by the mannerisms of the people involved. If either party is reluctant to carry out the interview, then the questions and answers will be improperly asked and answered, tones of voice will indicate irritation toward the other party, and generally things will not proceed well. It also helps to have someone you are comfortable with and who is comfortable with you, if at all possible. If you do, then things are a lot more casual and neither party will be nervous or stumble over their words, or fumble out an answer they didn't mean to say.
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