Tuesday, October 11, 2011

WELP 2: WELP Harder

  I've already given my view on my own space project (see blog post: "WELP..."), so I'll cut straight ahead to my view on one other person's. My favorite project would have be the project in which my class mate Haley stepped inside of a waist-high cardboard box labeled "Haley Cook's Magical Box" and gave multiple examples of different kinds of space (personal, outer, inner, etc.). What I enjoyed about it is that out of all the other projects, it was the least vague (to me, at least. I understood what the others were saying, but it still felt as though the idea of space- a nebulous, abstract concept more pertaining to the lack of something- was a bit lost on some people. I want to emphasize, though, that this doesn't mean they were bad. I thoroughly enjoyed all of them).

Saturday, October 8, 2011

I Have Found A New Way to Spend Time

...sending ridiculous emails to companies. For example, here's an email I just sent to the Gatorade Corporation:

Dear Gatorade Corporation,
      First off, I want to say that I have absolutely no complaints with your product (other than the fact that I think you need to make a Rainbow Torrent flavor, but that's besides the point). I personally feel that the experience of drinking Gatorade can only be improved with a double beer hat, substituting beer with Gatorade.
  Which brings me to my question: I understand the ad campaign is long gone, but ever since I officially became a Gatorade Aficionado (at least, according to the Gatorade Fan Club: Dallas Chapter), I've studied your ads and have begun to ponder the exact amount of Gatorade consumption needed to make my sweat turn blue (blue being my favorite iteration of your refreshing beverage).
  So, how much of your delicious, satiating product do I need to drink to make my sweat turn blue? Please answer at your earliest convenience. Thank you for your time.

P.S.- My school sells Gatorade in the cafeteria. However, the cafeteria closes at 1:55pm, and the only time I can really buy a Gatorade is after school (which is at 4:00pm). I want you to know that in spite of the fact that we have a Powerade machine in the halls, I have never once betrayed you and settled for poor substitutes.

Thursday, October 6, 2011


  I'm always really nervous about sharing my writing with people at school. I have absolutely no shame with what I write, yet I'm still hesitant to present what I consider to be very intimate and personal. Amongst a myriad of (very good) projects dealing with space as an object or an idea, I was honestly a bit afraid to share this surrealist horror story I wrote for my project...and it went better than expected.

Although considering the expectation, that's not saying much.
  There were a number of the typical "Space is _______" projects (which isn't to say that typical = bad. All of them were very good). I very much enjoyed the variety in all the different projects.

Monday, October 3, 2011

I shouldn't be allowed to take advice from anyone ever.

  I'm referring to everyone who tells me about how I will learn to appreciate the few measly moments of sleep I get in my four years at Booker T. I understand they are just imparting wisdom upon the new generation of BTW students, but it gets to a point where I begin to overanalyze ponder the question of "Is Booker T. Washington the antithesis of sleep?" "Does art subtract from sleep and dreams? Or do dreams add to art/ vice versa?"

"Does Chewbacca have a beard? Or is he a beard himself?"

  What a lot of the people who tell me this don't realize (namely because I don't tell them) is that sleep and I aren't exactly buddy-buddy with each other. I'm not an insomniac or anything, it's just that I'm not one of those teenagers who rambles on about how I wish I were able to sleep constantly; quite the opposite, in fact. I sleep for about six to seven hours, and then I'm done. It's nigh impossible for me to fall asleep after I wake up. I actually become disappointed in myself if I can't be up by 9:30 at the latest. I've never really been able to wrap my head around the idea of willingly sleeping for 12 hours. But then again, It's important to remember that I didn't know what Jersey Shore is until about a year after it came out, I didn't know who the hell Adele was until quite a while after she became super popular, I cannot stand Glee, etc. It would stand to reason that my way of thinking is vastly different from those around me.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Billy Shakespeare Wrote a Whole Bunch 'a' Sonnets

  Earlier today, I did a workshop at Dallas Theatre Center about Shakespeare (given that they're currently doing The Tempest). Naturally, most of the other people there were Booker T. students. The contents of the workshop were essentially:

  • A quick discussion on Shakespeare 
  • An explanation of iambic pentameter
  • An explanation of the three D's.
  For all two of my readers, the three D's are a way of working with Shakespearean text (or any play, for that matter). They stand for discover, declare, disclose. They're three different ways to deliver your lines. Discover means "say your lines as though you're learning something for the first time." Declare means "say your lines as though they are just a statement." Disclose means "say your lines as though you are telling a secret or giving intimate information."
  In spite of the fact that Shakespearean language comes to me kind of naturally (u jealous bro?), I understand where people come from. I sometimes have trouble understanding the text.

What the hell is a "Juliet?"

   I think this is because Shakespeare isn't something that you can just read and understand. You have to get it in your voice and body.