______________________________Food for Thought______________________________

1. Change is good! Revision is good! Don't become discouraged when revisions are to be made; Take the time as opportunity to create a masterpiece!
2. Show the scene, don't tell!
3. Keep a tone throughout-- if sarcasm and humor is a significant part of your piece, be consistent with it.
4. Consistency is great.
5. Loved the idea a video prologue.
6. Arrangement is crucial.

1.) Are the three generations clear in this video?
2.) Should I add descriptons, outlining the story, on my Twitterive page, or just keep it a powerful video?
3.) Is the connection made that this house not only built me, but built my family as well?
4.) Should I add a 2 minute video, explaining where I am today-including a ride down the long and winding road to my new home, filming the pictures and my family in my new home and ending with the picture on the wall in the backroom, where the pieces of my house are put together in a shadow box. This is the symbol that my childhood home is always with me. 
5.) Is there anything unclear? What is your favorite and least favorite parts?

I enjoyed giving feedback to my classmates about their Twitterive project. We had a nice session where everyone took each other's criticism to better their piece. Unfortunately, no one gave me the criticsm because mine is practically out together. I assume this is a good and bad thing. Good thing is that my project is well organized and though out. Bad news is I may be missing valuable critique. I was the last to go for the critigue so that may have affected feedback as well. Maybe with more time, more could be said.
I did figure out what program to use to put my piece together, which helped me so much!

Key Elements:
1.) There isn't a main charater in my story as there is a connection between my childhood home, family, and myself.

2) My story is how one homecan have such meaning. From generation to generation to generation, my home has been a place of love, togetherness, and family.  I will show this through a video that will incorporate the original house blueprint, my personal journal entries and drawing from my early elementary school, pictures of the different generations leading to my very own generation, and an overal comparison between time and what the home has met for all of us.

3) My story takes place in the past, present, and future. It is a story about looking back and moving forward. 

4) My place is in Mantua, New Jersey.      

5) There is a connection to this place because it encompassed my entire life thus far.

6) Through the multi-genre pieces, the audience will make the connection to the lyrics of the song and video. 

Miranda Lambert's "The House That Built Me" is the perfect start to my Twitterive. I am going to create a video that collaborates a multitude of genre. It will include my childhood journal entries and drawings, original blueprints, and a comparison of how the house has changed from when my father was a kid, to when I was a kid, to what it has become now. It is the story behind my home and the lesson of letting it go but always holding it close to heart.
Once this video is complete, I'm going to add a quick 1-2 minute section of driving through the winding road to my house, walking up the stairs, capturing my new home and the pictures on the wall, and ending witht he collage of the pieces of my house, and words on the screen, will always be in my heart.

I thought THE FIGHT was AWESOME! It was creatively collaborated and came together nicely! I was impressed with how well it came together since we only had a select time to brainstorm ideas and prepare it. It was so funny, too! What a great way to see the benefits of a collaborative project. 

As far as technology goes, I used the internet to look up the rules of boxing. I don't know a thing about it other than it's just two people fighting to earn a championship title. So, the internet was helpful. 

The one thing that was difficult was the improvisation. I didn't know what to do, really.One way to improve the fight would be to do a practice round. But I did like the concept of not knowing where it was going. It still could have been revised though. 

Overall, great match and great lesson!  

WRESTLING REAL TOUGH 2: WRT2

Ref-
The rules are explained..
1. The instructions are given to both boxers:
            *No hitting below the belt, holding, tripping, pushing, biting, or spitting.
2. When a fighter is down, it will be deteremined whether or not the fight will proceed depending upon how badly the boxer down is.
3. Determines rough fouls- warnings, and wether or not points will be taken away.
4. When wound is over, a signal will be given
5. Determines when match will be over and when to stop the fight.

1. Deleted facebook. End of social life.
2. Christie for president! Forget my career!
3. Ben Francisco. Home run. Phillies win!
4. Michael Vick. What were we thinking?
5. Cleaned house. Man is home. Shit.  
6. St. Patty's Day. Check point. Detour.

The Day from Hell
Realizing there is no toilet paper after your in the stall, after the morning of  my car not starting, running to the bus, in the rain, in flip flops, only to miss the bus, then back home, where everyone has left for work, searching for a ride, finally, a ride to school, missed my mandatory honors meeting, but finally in class, totally forgot about the test today, realized I just sat in gum, I’m sweating, my shirt is soaked, my pants are soaked, I can’t get up, I’m embarrassed, humiliated, watching the clock tick, waiting for this day to end, class bell rings, I head for the hallway, grab my books from my locker, head up the stairs, I fall, yes, I fall up the stairs, then, at least make it to class on time, but wait, I grabbed the wrong books, in the class I am not allowed to leave, in the class I have a lab in, with a partner, and I forgot my notebook, the notebook we need to finish the lab that counts for three test grades, sitting here, empty handed, no toilet paper, nobody in the bathroom, I decide to get up and shimmy to the next stall to grab some toilet paper, just then, the girls walk in, in my despair, the girls I dread, the girls that took my only pen in history class, leaving me penless, the girls whose hair is perfect, nails are perfection, and the girls who always smell amazing, right there, before my eyes, gazing, laughing, watching as toilet paper is stuck to my foot from the previous stall, bare ass, I jolt back to the stall, with the toilet paper in hand, only to realize I drizzled on my pants, next class is theatre, when will this day end...

OCTOBER
Outside, the setting sun begins it’s furor. The continuous falling leaves drop throughout the night. The wind is crisp; bones are chilled. Water glistens with sun's fiery rays. With the sky near dark, stars begin to glisten. The wind speaks eloquently, yet brashly. This very moment, there is a feeling of solitude. A feeling of wholeness. A feeling of togetherness. A moment of understanding, love, gratitude, appreciation, pure beauty. Dancing in this moment of grace and hope, realizing everything that's had and everything to be. Swirling in the moment where nothing matters but the soul, the surrounding eloquence of beauty, and the glorious heavens above. Owning this primal moment. This is the light, the sanctuary of life, the lullaby dearest to my heart. Eyes shut. Summoned are the memories, painful and pleasurable, filled with grief and comfort. All together, love and passion. Stretched are the limitations. Again, the sting of the invisible wind. Eyes open. Mind twisted. Body still. Blood flooring. Nerves twitching. Sitting, anticipating life's next move. Wanting and craving more. Desire. Prevailing belief. Strong song singing. Pitch-dark sky. Noises of the dark. Screeching insects, howling owl, unknown footsteps, raging water, leaves crackling, branches swaying. Weakness. Fear. Wonder. Belief. Strength. Mind wanders. Body falls against the frigid, hard ground. Enwrapping silence and sound together. Half heard voices. Glossy, unclear, flashes of color. Flashes of black. Muted silence. 

line taken from Antonya Nelson's "Land's End"