Myth Presentation

Today was the day our group, Lyonesse, in my Myth class, presented our project. We've been working on this for a few months. It's worth 40% of our grade. And I was terrified. Three of the six in our group bothered to show up for any of the meetings we had over the past few months. We managed to meet once with about four or five of us, we made the outline of our creation and main myths in that time. I put together a script, with the help of Kelcy (who also made signs of who people were supposed to be); Casey made people and fire, Cady wrote out the outline so I could write the script and power point, and Steven brought enough swords for us to have epic battles with. Danielle brought her spontineity and lighthearted acting.
The following is the script and power point. While the first time we acted was while preforming for everyone, we only messed up a few times, and the audience seemed to enjoy it a lot. We even had Crocker (our Myth teacher) laughing. Enjoy!

Myth Power Point

Lyonesse Script w Kelcy's Edits

Rollovers

I thought this was interesting. "Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?" What is really behind those photo shoots of models we see in Vogue, Elle, or Como? I always knew that there was an art to those pictures; the touch ups, the make up, the hair, the computer editing that goes on. This site really hit me with the reality-- that these women do not have porcelain ivory skin of perfection, nor hair-dos that are free of stay hairs poking out everywhere. These women are real. And what is sad is that these magazines take what is unique about them and make them plain.

Update

Here are the newest pieces I have been working on. The braided research essay wasn't great, but I didn't want to post all three papers I made it from as this was the product I had been working toward. Suggestions? Comments?

Calming Down


Braided Research Essay

How True. . .

 

I may have grown up in this age of technology, but I remember when I had no knowledge of using it, or of what the heck a "Torrent" was. One of my first memories was of my brother, mom and I rocking out to a video on VH1 (it turned out to be MMmmBop by the Hansons) and having to wait to hear it on the radio or TV again before I could hear it. I wasn't old enough to have money to buy the CD. . . for that one song.

The Wonders of the Internet

While babysitting Jade until 2 AM, Dad and I sat cruising the internet. We found something. . . a little more than unexpected. I laughed myself to tears.

The Fantastic and Odd

I haven't yet researched to find out if any of this is true, but it's making me marvel at how fantastic the world can be. From sandaled footprints fossilized in 110 million year old rocks to The Dropa Stones to sparkplugs found in 500,000 year old fossils. . . what does it mean? Has time travel been invented and we are finding evidence of messy futuristic beings? Or is all of it a big science fiction inspired hoax?

The Alchemy of Great Work - by Michael Bungay Stanier

The Alchemy of Great Work - by Michael Bungay Stanier

Whoever makes these videos does an amazing job with design.

This is my favorite:

Eight Irresistible Principals of Fun

Bloody Brilliant and Inspiring

While on Ted.com I've managed to stumble upon this woman who just so happened to write "Eat Pray Love." . I didn't know who the heck she was because I didn't recognize her name; I haven't yet read the book. She is brilliant. Plus, she makes a Harry Potter reference, and who doesn't like a person for that? I could listen to this a hundred times over. She discusses an idea the Romans had about creativity, and I can't say I've ever agreed with them more.

Reading

Ughhhhh. Here I am, exhausted, and of course, it's my own fault.
I'm not even reading something new. I've started to reread the 'Blue Bloods' series by Melissa De La Cruz because I was given the newest in the line as a birthday present. I was up until 1:30 AM devouring my way through 'Masquerade,' the second in the series. After the next three and a half books I have left to read, I've been dying to dive into Stephen King's 'Everything's Eventual'. So, I am reading nonstop. Which is fine with me. But then I go to class. This is the flaw in my plan. . .
Because of extensive homework I haven't had a lot of time to read. I've connected this to the dry well of writing I have been living in for the past few months. So, I began to read again. Oh, how I miss fiction (not to mention writing it. I can't wait for a class that allows me to write it again--my true love). So, with a few chapters of some ficticious reading under my belt, I began typing up and revising two parts to a braided essay I plan to put together for my advanced writing class. While I still don't care for my first paper (probably because I stole previous material from a paper I wrote a few years ago and I finally realized how much my style of writing has changed in that time), the class seemed to. And they were glad to have the second piece on hand and ready--I left the first paper in a cliffhanger. I was pleased, yet felt bad, when a few kids started to cry. I'm really starting to appreciate having a whole class of people to bounce writing off of; I get a whole array of responses. Now, to write the researched explanation, the third and final part before braiding them together. But I've been too tired to write.
Thus, the flaw. I read (and become consumed in the need for 'just one more page') so I can feel inspired to write, and end up being too tired from reading to come up with what I need for class.
So, I am off to read some more. Perhaps to take a short nap. . .