Tuesday, February 25, 2014

MDIA 1020: Meta-Metaphor For? (25pts)

Chocolate  The velvet chocolate  Chocolate is sunshine
Dream  A Dream sprouted  My dream is a balloon floating out of reach
Time  Time is money  Time is a bag of candy on Halloween
Snow  A Blanket of Snow  The snow is the frosting on Earth
Cold  Cold Feet  The cold is a thorn on a rose
Fire  Fiery Passion  Fire is a beating heart
Pain  The Pain Blossomed into Agony  Pain is an endless night
Sleep  The bubble of Sleep floated up and vanished into the blue 
Music  Music is my oxygen  Music is the rain on the dry cracked soil
Friends  Your Friendship is the Picture to my Frame  Friends are the flowers of my garden
Life  Life is a Journey  Life is the wind passing through
College  College Flew By  College is a wild stallion
Homework  The mountain of Homework  Homework is a far destination
Love  Fleeting Love  Love is an unfulfilled promise
Family  The Clockwork Family  My family are the roots and branches of my tree

·      My dream is a balloon floating out of reach
A person’s dream is something that can give one wonder and happiness by the simple thought of it and existence. It is something that you need to hold on tightly to and never let out of your sight because it can so easily float away and become unreachable if you don’t keep it close.
·      The cold is a thorn on a rose
The cold can be annoying and uncomfortable, but it is only an element for what comes with it. It promises winter and while some don’t necessarily like this season, it can bring such beauty and joy. It means snowball fights, snowmen, Christmas, and warm fires and happy moments. Cold is only part of the package and something very manageable in comparison.
·      My family are the roots and branches of my tree
My family gives me support and nourishment. They are my beginnings and history and have made me who I am today. They keep me standing up, never let me fall. They are the ones that encourage me to reach for the sky and are always close by.
·      Friends are the flowers of my garden
Friends are beautiful and make life colorful and worth the hard work. They come and go, but they can come back too. And even if they don’t, new ones grow in their place. They make the dreary landscape of life vibrant and always manage to bring a smile to my face.
·      Love is an unfulfilled promise
Love is something you are told about as a child and what you look forward to growing up. You meet people and think you might have found it but it slips away. But you keep looking, keep waiting thinking that eventually it will find you. You keep waiting for the day when it is fulfilled. 

MDIA 1020: Up, Up & Away? (25pts)

The first ten superheroes that come to mind are Captain America, Iron Man, Star Fire, Electra, Robin, Superman, Aqua Man, Wonder Woman, Artemis, The Flash.
Captain America was the willing subject of an experiment to create the perfect solider. As a result, he was given above average strength, flexibility, endurance and speed. Iron Man is the technology genius of his generation and created a suit that allows him to do a variety of things. Starfire was an alien princess that fled to Earth after her older sister, Blackfire, tried to have her executed. She possesses the ability to fly, super strength and can shoot energy blasts from her hands. Electra is skilled in martial arts and the kunoichi blades. Robin is the side kick of Batman and later becomes Nightwing. He has no super powers however he is very strong, a master acrobat, detective and martial artist. 
Superman needs no introduction. He is a kryptonian who gains superhuman strength and flight from the Sun. Aquaman has the power to telepathically communicate with aquatic creatures, live in the deepest areas of the ocean, and breathe under water. He is unnaturally strong due to his ability to withstand the water pressures of the ocean. And as a result of his hand being cut off and replaced by a magical one; he has healing powers and can shoot hot or cold water out of his hand. Wonder Woman is an Amazonian princess and possesses super human strength and the ability to fly. Artemis is the daughter of two villains but due to the abuse she was given by her father she chose the hero’s path and became the protégée archer of Green Arrow. The Flash can run at incredible speeds and can also heal at a rapid pace. These superheroes are in my opinion some of the best ones. And while I don’t necessarily know their original versions, I know of them and the characters I have gotten to know have won my admiration.
If I could have one super power for the rest of my life and I had to choose between the ability to turn invisible or fly I would choose flight without a single thought. Flying has always been something I dreamed of being able to do. After hearing the podcast over this debate, I was in a word, disgusted at the perverted and tainted light they viewed these powers in. I first of all have to say that I have nothing against the ability to turn invisible. It is a really cool power however no matter how many times I might have done something embarrassing and wanted to be invisible, I don’t think I would actually want to given the chance. My problem was that I felt invisible for a majority of my childhood and wanted to be seen and liked by others.
Flying to me is something I would think of as liberating. The notion of having nothing but clear skies ahead of me and not being held down to the ground is something of a fantasy for me. It means not being restrained and having the choice to go wherever I wanted. Metaphorically, you could take it as a teenager getting a car. But cooler.

I don’t know why the idea of escape entices me so much but “flight” has a sort of otherworldly and divine feeling for me. I think of angels and wings and it promises the idea of being closer to God. Not having to feel shame but just being elemental. You could also say that because I have a fear of falling, whether that be in a literal or biblical sense, the ability of flight would save me from both. I don’t know if I am making sense but I really can’t see a negative for flying. Sorry!

My Personal Literacy Narrative Revised!


In this course we have had the opportunity of reading the works of several analytical minds. Each author brought their own view on what influences a writer and where the writer’s personal voice comes from. One author in particular, Deborah Brandt, introduced me to the term “literacy sponsorswhich are in her own words, “any agents, local or distant, concrete or abstract, who enable, support, teach, model, as well as recruit, regulate suppress, or withhold literacy” (334). I interpreted this to mean that any person, place or thing that has contributed to one’s own literacy, or reading/speaking ability, is a “literacy sponsor”. James Paul Gee, defined literacy as not just the vocabulary and grammar of a society’s language but the values behind the words said. He believes that whenever one uses a language, one has to “say/write the right thing in the right way while playing the right social role and (appearing) to hold the right values, beliefs, and attitudes”(484).  He calls these combinations of saying and believing, Discourses. Gee also believes that within Discourses there is a differentiation between that of a primary Discourse and a secondary Discourse. He refers to a primary Discourse as the one “we first use to make sense of the world and interact with others”, while a secondary Discourse are like literacy sponsors; people or influences outside of the family that teach us a fluency over other Discourses. After these there is the Dominant Discourse, a secondary Discourse that can provide things like money or prestige; and the Non-Dominant Discourse, which provides a status within a certain “social network”(485). In other words, Non-Dominant Discourses provide one with social standing within a group of people.
In terms of how these ideals might relate to me, I found that my love of reading was a sponsor that introduced me to the endless flow of knowledge that can only be accessed through books. It began with the Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket in the 5th grade and it all took off from there. Books became a great influence to my writing style through the ideas and vocabulary that I found in them. While my preference in novel tends to lean towards adventure and fiction, I still find the beauty in philosophical books.  I have found my ideals tested and altered because of the lessons learned in novels. And those teachings have impacted the way I view life and my role in the world. Other literary sponsors were the TV shows and the characters I admired as a child. In my Multimodal project I introduced my audience to a few of the TV shows I watched. The Disney movies of the time also had a tremendous impact because those inspired my desire for stories that would take my young mind on splendid adventures. I began teaching myself the lyrics to the songs of the movies just to feel more a part of the tale. I loved to sing, but more than anything I found my passion for story telling through the teachings and characters of these films. Yet, with all that these aspects of my life have brought to my character, the literacy sponsor that led me along the path with these influences was my mother.
My family originated in Mexico; my father from Veracruz and my mother from La Ciudad de Mexico. It was only natural for me to grow up in a house that spoke mostly Spanish. Yet, being raised in America brought its own challenges when trying to raise a Mexican child in a country that speaks mostly English. From my perspective, my mother has always and will always be a great influence on me. She was a large part of the reason why I took my studies so seriously. She always encouraged me to excel in school promising me that if I put in my best effort, I would be able to pursue any path I wished in life. She also was the one to push my language abilities. In my early childhood that meant learning to read and have a firm grasp on English since my family was that of a Spanish-speaking household. My mother made it her mission to make sure that I would not face the struggle of inadequacy in English the way she had struggled upon arriving to America. Her solution was to read me stories before bed and hope that eventually one book would catch my interest, and her plan succeeded. She was the one to ignite my passion for books.
 Deborah Brandt, author of “Sponsors of Literacy”, talks about how literacy sponsors impact one’s literacy learning in two specific ways.  More than anyone, my mother exemplified Brandt’s idea that literacy sponsorshelp to organize and administer stratified systems of opportunity and access, and they raise the literacy stakes for competitive advantage”. She did everything in her power to put me in a school that would provide the opportunity for a higher education. My mother held specific expectations for my education and my success in this new country and environment. She continually hammered into my head the importance of knowledge in this society and how competitive the system was. I felt the urgency to stand out in academic success as her efforts motivated me. Yet by doing this sponsors “enable and hinder literacy activity, forcing the formation of new literacy requirements while decertifying older ones”(344). As my proficiency in English grew, my Spanish dwindled away, eroded by the years of education in the American language. I hear that as a little girl my Spanish was much better than what it is today. And it could be true seeing as I can understand it fine but cannot go through a conversation without stuttering for a word or being unable to express myself through speech at all. I have the accent but not the vocabulary. .
Gee asserts that “if you have no access to the social practice, you don’t get in the Discourse, you don’t have it”(484) and that is what had inevitably happened to me. English ruled out my Spanish because I was exposed to English in school, after school and at home. Spanish became less important, less practiced and my American identity eventually overshadowed my Hispanic nationality. I was so focused on excelling and being accepted as an American that I disregarded something so much more important, the individuality and identity of my homeland and people. I had tried to retain that piece of my heritage but everywhere I went, everyone I spoke to had communicated the same single thought. I needed English to survive here. And somewhere along the way, I adopted this idea into my head and the two identities began to clash until one won out. As Gee states “when such a tension exists, it can deter acquisition of one or the other or both of the conflicting Discourses, or, at least, affect the fluency of a mastered Discourse on certain occasions of use”(485-486). I couldn’t find the balance of two conflicting Discourses and had unconsciously let one slip through the cracks. Upon coming to that realization I struggled to reclaim that of my mother’s and father’s. I had always envied everyone else’s culture and customs but never seen the magnificence of the one I belonged to. I wanted to sing, read, and speak anything I could. And for a while it worked. But it was like learning a second language again. I tried convincing myself that I had not lost anything at all but simply repressed it. Yet I had done more than repress and I did not want to admit it to myself because the weight of what I had done and lost began to burden my mind. I could no longer be considered a Hispanic because I had lost my people’s tongue. I was now an imposter with the face that would claim belonging but lacked the communication to say so. I blushed whenever someone spoke to me in Spanish because I most likely could not respond. I was frustrated because when speaking with relatives in Mexico, I had to ask my mother to translate. I was now an American. No longer a real Mexicana. But then the question became, was I ever really one at all.
My mother witnessing my efforts to regain my Mexican identity set me down one day and told me that I was Hispanic but I was also American. My language is a combination of both cultures because it was to both that I was born into. I thought about what she had said and acknowledged that although my Primary Discourse was now my American identity that I had embraced growing up, my people’s language stayed with me in some shape or form despite the inadequacy with which I handled it. Lisa Delpit, a writer who disagreed with Gee about relinquishing one Discourse for another, states that “Acquiring the ability to function in a dominant discourse need not mean that one must reject one’s home identity and values, for discourses are not static, but are shaped…by those who participate within them and by the form of their participation” (135). I was a part of two Discourses and from Delpit’s point of view, had created a Discourse that applied to my own situation. And I could see my Hispanic identity in the prayer books that were found around the house. I would hear it in the songs that were played in every room. I would find it in conversations in birthday celebrations when we all would sing “Las Mallanitas” and yell at the birthday girl or boy “que lo muerda” bite it! And ultimately push their faces into the cake. I saw it in the letters written to our extended family and caught in on the TV series that my mother so enjoyed.
I improved in my Spanish but did not rush it. I went to mass and absorbed the sound and relished in the familiarity of it. I learned my prayers and felt the lyrical element in the speech. It was not something to be lost, but something I had to find again for it was always a part of me to begin with. It was found in my mothers voice as she cooed her lullaby to me as a baby. It was my fathers strong and willful voice of encouragement. It was the urge I felt when I needed to get up and dance to our music. The kind that everyone joins and laughs to and dances to because it calls to all of us and tells us that we are family and that we belong. Spanish and my customs and traditions are not something that needs to be sacrificed to live in the land that I live in.
Over the years I have found the right mix of both. Like Delpit claims, I found a way to keep both identities and remain a member of two Discourses. In my experience Gee was wrong to think that one had to relinquish a part of them to fully take another role. As a result my writing carries characteristics of my people and hints to our history and stories. I chose to embrace my heritage and reflect it in my writing so that everyone who reads my work can say with out a doubt that I am Latina and I am proud to be. And that pride comes mostly from what my mother has made it represent for me.
Based upon my experiences I have come to the conclusion that one’s literacy development is greatly impacted by one’s environment and ones’ own interests. So many people have helped me become the reader and writer I am today. My family and culture have given me an identity that is unique and that I can be proud of. My mother has introduced me to so much of what makes me who I am today; my likes and dislikes; my passions and my dreams. But in the end I think that nothing can really be accomplished without the strength and perseverance of one’s own self. And all of these factors have contributed to my own literacy journey and development.






Citations:
Lamott, Anne. "Shitty First Drafts." Trans. Array Writing About Writing: A College Reader. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin's, 2011. 301-304. Print.

Delpit, Lisa. "The Politics of Teaching Literate Discourse." Trans. Array Readings on Writing: Ohio University Composition Committee. 2nd Edition. Cincinnatti: Van-Griner Publishing, 2013. 126-139. Print.

Gee, James Paul. "Literacy, Discourse, and Linguistics: Introduction." Trans. Array Writing About Writing: A College Reader. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin's, 2011. 481-497. Print.

Brandt, Deborah. “Sponsors of Literacy.” Trans. Array Writing About Writing: A College Reader. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin's, 2011. 331-352. Print.




NOTE:
I don't know why most of the text is underlined, but the site won't allow me to get rid of it. Please, know that this is all my work. The only exception would be quotes I took from a few authors, authors whom I have cited correctly right above. There are a few places in the text where my writing is the same from the original, however my intention in this revision was to reorganize and add to my ideas in a way that would develop and communicate them more efficiently.

Thank you,
Jazmin Perez

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Ball Bounce Animations

They aren't much but I'm very EXTREMELY proud!

Ball Bounce


Ball Bounce 2: Differentiating and Comparing Composition



Sunday, February 2, 2014

Jelsa Fan-made Video!




MDIA 1020: Joke Video (75pts)

Joke Video

Together we recreated Tyler LaCount’s storyboard as a joke video. We did this by gathering in the lobby of James Hall on campus and followed the storyboard to the best of our abilities. It was tough for a lot of the jokes because a lot of them included props such as cars, dishwashers, animals, etc. For our joke in particular we needed a dog, a talking bird, and a dishwasher, all items in which we did not have available to us. However we improvised to the best of our abilities. We used ourselves for the animals by acting as such. We also used a vending machine in place of a dishwasher. We shot the video on basic HD camera and uploaded it on Final Cut Pro to edit it. The hard part was to make the video 2-3 minutes as assigned, but it was tough because this joke was too short and the storyboard we had did not add any action to make the video longer. For example the storyboard creator could have included a scene in which the repairman got the keys to the house under the doormat. Regardless, we followed the storyboard exactly as specified in order to complete the project.