I was interested to see what Had Abumrad had to say about storytelling as he was saying he was a radio host. Considering that it seems like the radio is going “out of style” or maybe on the decline, Jad seems to think that his job is only around still by mere luck. His own personal opinion is that radio should have been under many years ago, but he theorizes that because radio lacks a picture, people enjoy the audio storytelling to allow their own imaginations to create the picture.
I found it most interesting when Jad gave an example of how the audience uses their imagination to visualize the things he says and that image is drawn by his vocal stimulation of the intended audiences brain. That point resonated well with me especially when he followed it by saying that he sees his job almost as an ancient ritual of being a story teller.
Assignment: What They Might Have Done In Social Media
Below is an example of a tweet that a Natural archetypical character like Shaun (Simon Pegg) from Shaun of the Dead would have tweeted.
My Character: Joey Buckets
Personality: Lazy, efficient, confident, quick learner. Joey Buckets is similar to Shaun of the Dead and closely resembles his subpar pre-apocalyptic lifestyle to his oddly successful post-apocalytptic lifestyle (a relative comparison).
This week was quite visual! I enjoyed documenting and storytelling my apocalypse using photos, gifs, and videos.
Daily Creates. My daily creates this week were both visual assignments just by luck. I did not expect the random generator to assign two TDCs that fit with the classes theme, but it just added to the fun! The two photos (below) are screenshots of the twitter post that I published my daily creates!
The Road. From the list of apocalyptic films on theend106.com I chose The Road since it is on Netflix and seemed pretty intriguing. To be completely frank, I was disappointed! I really was looking forward to the movie and expected at least some action, but ended up watching a lot more dialogue and waiting around than anything else. Those are not my favorite thriller/apocalypse films, however, this scene had me on the edge of my seat… only to be let down, because there was, yet again, NO ACTION.
3. Photoblitz. My first photoblitz was fun! I have always wanted to do some photography and this was a good way to get my feet wet. I enjoyed the challenge of completing the project within twenty minutes (mine was precisely 17 if you saw on instagram). https://instagram.com/p/BfHdjfznBQL/
4. Installing plug-ins (Akismet and Jetpack). Successful.
5. QOTW: Do you think an animated GIF can be considered a story? Why or why not? It would be great to include some examples to illustrate your thoughts.
No way! In my (un)professional opinion, I think that the point of a gif is almost like a commercial. Gifs are meant to grab your attention and tell only a tiny portion of a larger story. However, I have seen some gifs that are much longer (minutes) that do in some way tell a story, but a majority of gifs are not to tell stories but to highlight a portion of a story! After all, a picture is worth a thousand words… so a gif is worth a few thousand words.
WOW! I can’t wait to use these techniques to get SO MANY MORE LIKES ON SOCIAL MEDIA! People won’t have any other choice, my photography skills are off the charts with the new tips I learned!
In order to make this post concise and clear I am going to share with you all my top three tips from the that can apply to any picture!
1: LOOK TO THE LIGHT. Please people, pay attention to the lighting, it make a world of difference.
2: GET BALANCED. No one wants to turn their head or Phone/Computer/iPad/Tablet/Whathaveyou to see your picture, just set a gridline and get the picture in the perfect position.
3: PAY ATTENTION TO THE MOMENT. Equally as important as any other tip when taking a good photo, you need to be taking a photo of something, in order to showcase that specific thing.
Knightsbridge State Hospital. Below are some of the pictures from the gallery accompanied by captions that label a tip from the post on TheEnd106.com. I really enjoyed looking through the galleries on Abandoned America and found some really aesthetic photos.
Change my perspective to change your perspective.
Better contrast makes better stories.
Below is a link to my first Photoblitz on instagram!
This week was productive! Took several steps forward on long term projects. I started off my week by making a book choice! My book for the next few weeks will be The Stand by Stephen King! I am excited to continue the book from last week. Im sure you will hear more about the storyline soon.
After making my book choice, I posted my book choice and checked in on my mentions and posted onto the #welcome post. I enjoyed seeing the activity of my peers and all of the neat stuff they are doing!
I didn’t participate as much as I wanted to this week! I got behind a little bit with an illness, I have been suffering from bronchitis and a sinus infection recently. However, I will be posting more frequently on both slack and on twitter.
The daily creates were fun this week!
The two short stories that I read from the selection on the link included on the class page were: The Defenders by Philip K. Dick and Finis by Frank L. Pollack. I definitely preferred The Defenders, as the story line is eerily possible, I enjoyed how the writer engaged his audience by making the scenario/apocalypse realistic and appealing to the time period in which it was written. Dick used great imagery and scene-like transitions to make the plot unveil properly. On the other hand, Finis was a very compelling and interest concept as it followed a natural disaster from the third person of a party of people to give the reader different perspectives. I would definitely recommend both stories to anyone interested. Give them ratings: The Defenders-8/10 Finis-7.5/10.
QOTW: In the event of an apocalypse, do you think you’d be the kind of person to hoard your supplies (for yourself and your loved ones) or would you share them with those around you in need? Why or why not?
I would definitely be the kind of person to hoard my supplies for myself and my loved ones for sure! However, if me and my loved ones came upon another group of survivors and we wanted to put our societies together, I would be open to the idea. I am imagining something along the lines of the Walking Dead apocalypse, in that kind of scenario, it is so important to make sure you have enough to support your own!
*As the two main characters in Finis are in their shelter hiding from the intensity of the new sun (star) that just reached the Earth*
The two were stranded in the bunker with an odd sense of comfort and insecurity at the same time. They were conversing and turning over possibilities on how to survive once the new sun goes down. They suggested so many ideas, but when it came down to it, Eastwood said that they should try to leave the shelter as the temperature outside went down. He figured if they were able to contact other people, then they would have an opportunity to set up a force field to shield the planet from the light waves.
After weeks of traveling around the town, Alice was getting tired of the lifestyle and running low on energy, while Eastwood was oddly enjoying the apocalyptic days and his new survivalist nature.
One morning Alice had had enough, she went outside to watch a final sunrise and found herself in awe of the heat and light produced from the new star as she burned to a crisp. That very night, Eastwood had come in contact with a scientist named Johansen who had developed a method to shield the planet, but was unable to create his shield because he did not have the raw materials. Johansen gave up hope, leaving Eastwood to create the shield and repopulate the Earth.
The End (Its supposed to be a cliffhanger…get it?)
All in all, it was a good week. I am now officially submerged into apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic art, literature, and now even making my own apocalyptic stories. I started my week by organizing my different readings, videos, and assignments in order to allow each one to enhance another. I am now writing this post while looking over my week and I am finding myself enjoying all of the new avenues DS106 has brought me to!
End Day was quite interesting. I thought that the idea was very cool, almost like Final Destiny or something like that! They certainly covered many of the possibilities for the Apocalypse.
My favorite scenario: Meteor. I probably would not have thought of this scenario or included it at first, but BBC portrayed this scenario in an almost interactive manner, it felt like I was almost in the movie.
Silliest Scenario: Big Bang. Definitely took very little time and effort for this scenario, I was thoroughly disappointed yet entertained by the silly theme.
Best/Most Realistic Scenario: TSUNAMI! Definitely seems far too realistic for me. I couldn’t help but ponder the potential situations that could affect me.
By: Stephen King
LOVE IT SO FAR! I have never read a Stephen King book before, but I am so drawn in by his style and tone. The book as a gloomy feel and the post-apocalyptic theme is so interesting to me as it is relevant to my life in two ways: 1) its based on a medical concern and I love studying medicine. 2) The Flu is a current topic creepily applies to today’s news.
The Routledge Article gave me a new and genuinely improved perspective on Apocalyptic and Post-Apocalyptic entertainment. Since I had not been too emerged in the topic prior to this class, I am just now discovering how well developed Apocalyptic Art is and how it has conversely affected society-it seems as if we as a society I constantly looking for the next “big thing” to catch online or “breaking news” and what would be bigger than an apocalypse itself. It seems like it would be all too possible….
It was a Saturday morning. I woke up in bed and went downstairs to get some breakfast. I got out a bowl and poured myself some cheerios. Usually my parents would make a huge Saturday breakfast for me and my bother but they had traveled to California for a big soccer tournament. As I opened up the refrigerator to take out the milk I noticed that the light did not turn on. As I poured the milk into the bowl I realized it had soured. That was when I looked outside to see a huge tree in my front lawn on its side. The wind must have blown it over. I wondered if there had been a storm the night before and went outside to see if anything else had been damaged. Every tree, telephone pole, and mailbox had been blown down on my street. A swarm of my neighbors had gathered around the in the driveway 4 houses down. I ran over to them and saw an Mr. Roberts, an elderly man lying on the ground. Another neighbor was huddle around him trying to revive him. Parents began to move their children away from the scene. I few minutes later I heard one of my neighbors yell that he was dead.
Mr. Roberts was an intelligent man who had established a local restaurant in the community. However, everyone in the community, it seemed, knew Mr. Roberts as “the bird man”. He had a collection of birds in his home and would often travel to far away places to trade or buy a bird. In our local parade he would have a float to show off his birds. I had been to his house several times to mow his lawn and clean his gutters. After he broke his hip 4 years ago he had trouble with the yard work so I would help where I could. I had been to his house 2 days before to take out his garbage. When he came outside to thank me, he told me that all of his birds had been acting funny. He said three of his birds had started to foam at the mouth and bleed from their eyes. He was very concerned that they were sick and going to die. I had offered to drive him to the veterinarian but he insisted one was on their way to check them out.
The neighbors had begun to panic as the someone yelled that the Doctor had just lost consciousness. Some neighbors begun to run to their homes. Other decided to walk to the local fire house to see if they could offer any assistant. I had decided to walk over to my friend Patrick’s house to see if he had any good food to eat and wait outthe electricity outage. With no cell service or wifi, it was going to be a long day. Just as I had turned around to walk to Patrick’s I heard a sound. It was sounded like a high pitched scream. I turned around and saw a black line over the horizon which rose like a cloud of darkness in the sky. As the blackness became closer and closer the screeching became louder and louder. I ran into my house and ran to the window.
It was as if time moved in slow motion. People began to scramble for cover. Some people were so stunned they simply stood and watched. The cloud of darkness began to rumble the ground as it came closer. Then suddenly, as if it was a wave in the ocean, the blackness covered the ground. It became black but I felt the vibrations in the window and thought it was going to break. I ran down to the cellar and locked myself in the tornado room. I heard the breaking of glass. The sound became so loud, I thought I was going to go deaf. After what seemed like a lifetime, the noise stopped. I waited 10-15 minutes and then crawled out.
Everything was shattered and everyone was dead. Bodies lay everywhere. I walked over and saw blood was coming from their eyes and foam from their mouth. I thought back to what Mr. Roberts had said about his words and I realized that the sound I heard had sounded exactly like them too! I jumped in my car and drove. About 30 miles out of town, I started to see areas of land which looked unaffected. I followed the upright trees until I needed gas. I pulled into a town which seemed to have not felt the effects of the storm. I got out and remembered that I had my cell phone. I immediately called my parents. They picked up on the first ring. They had heard on the news about the storm and the birds.
Apparently, birds had been infected in South America with a flu that was causing them to become infertile. Several scientists had collected the sick birds and were carrying out research to find a cure. There had been an accident in the lab which had caused the birds to escape. The researches had injected the birds with a possible cure which had actually transformed the flu into a form that was able to be transferred to humans. My parents informed me that it had traveled throughout the world. They said that it had not reached the western part of the US or Canada yet. They told me to travel North and that they would meet me there. They told me that they loved me.
I had just hung up the phone when I heard wind and rustling. I got in my car and starting driving. I heard the screeching first. Then more wind. Then louder screeching. And then, with no warning, it all went black.