Okay, everyone, I might as well post this link now and get this out of the way.
Arcade Fire and Google have created the next interactive video that everyone will be chattering about for weeks. It’s all over my dashboard and Tweetdeck, and I’m already annoyed.
I love this band, but haven’t paid attention to The Suburbs because I’m the kind of person who forgets a band after they release an album like Neon Bible. But they’re still AWESOME, and I could never deny that. “We Used To Wait,” the track this video is based around, is pretty stomping dramatic, and I’m falling all over it.
Anyway, the video. I started freaking out because it opened a bunch of tiny windows, and I didn’t know if I was supposed to expand them or let them do their thing. Call it an instinctive “OMG VIRUS” reaction.
Simply throw in your address, and watch satellite images of your neighborhood/street interplay with footage of a hooded guy running. It shows off the dazzling HTML5, but I’m still not impressed by interactive music videos. I like seeing a story play out, and just because Google Maps has added my childhood into the story doesn’t make it any more meaningful to me. It’s fake.
Thanks for the help, everyone! Such enthusiasm for such a risk :)
Unfortunately, my chances aren’t looking too great. His parents are totally cool with it, and I’m really dying for a new adventure with him. But I brought it up with my parents, and here were their reactions:
Dad: “It’s probably not a big deal.” (talking around his feelings, like always)
Mom: “It’s too soon.” (reiterating what she said before, but adding…) “My co-worker’s daughter vacationed with her boyfriend and his family. When they came back, they broke up. If your relationship doesn’t have a strong foundation, then he’s gonna break up with you, if his parents don’t like you. And you guys just started.”
Me: “Wow. Thanks for having some faith in me being able to impress and get along with his parents. Besides, if a guy’s gonna break up with me just because his parents don’t like me, then I don’t wanna be with him anyway. Better earlier than later.”
My mom said she wouldn’t stop me, but my money is their money (I don’t work anymore), so I’m not going against their will. Yes, my mom has valid points, but I just wish she’d treat me with more respect sometimes.
I’m still leaving out some hope though. I’ll keep you guys posted. Thanks again :)
Hey, it’s me… And I don’t know if you’ll get this, but… This telephonic relation with your answering machine is so quick, so obscene and it makes me sick. See, I’ve had with your neglection, so don’t mind this correction when I say that I’m tired of waiting for you every day. Because, hey, a girl’s patience can run across a nation’s masons, roads, freeways, loads of concrete jungle, and even through deep sea ways.
So what am I to you? A business up for sue? A temporary affair your stupid mind couldn’t pull through? ‘Cause you foolin’ me like a joker with sweet nothings and mediocre so successfully, spittin’ antics to lay like a talent listed on yo resume. Baby, your methods make you seem heartless, as if darts can confess of the targets they aim for to avoid loneliess. So what’s your purpose? To call me yours? To open up the doors for manifestations and ovations since the treaty of our heart’s wars?
Shit, I’m nothing to you. I’m done hoping for you. I’m done dreamin’, prayin’, wishin’, so you know what? Adieu.
I’ll save you the trouble, the heartbreaking sin, and give you taste of your own medicine because here: We’re through. Yeah. We. Are. Through. And my dear, I’m glad to say I’m done talking to you.
HOW ARE PEOPLE STILL PUTTING UP WITH MY ANNOYING VOICEMAIL?!
(loljk, I’m kinda proud to say that this is my best and favorite piece.)
From my experience, college load is only worse than Lowell’s because I’m on the quarter system, and that crap moves fast.
I wanted to reply to your earlier post about journalism, but I can’t access your older entries from your Tumblr for some reason…Anyway, congratulations on a successful first draft! It’s a process, but you’ll only improve with experience. Editors remember what it was like to be a reporter, so they’ll help you along the way. As long as you meet deadlines, don’t worry. I freelanced once for the paper and also freaked about the short turnaround, but if your sources come through and you can come up with an angle pretty easily, most pieces aren’t too hard to write that quickly.
I’m assuming you’re taking reporting classes right now too, so that’ll help. When I first started writing for Ethos, our multicultural magazine, I didn’t have any experience anywhere, but good writing will get you through anything. I just felt a bit behind not knowing stylistic rules, like no commas after the second-to-last object. (How stupid is that?)
Interviewing was never entirely easy for me. Phone interviews were the WORST. You’ll improve and gain more confidence over time. Remember that you’re the one in control of how the conversation flows and questions are asked.
I haven’t really talked about my major here, but that’s because my resumption in Tumblring a few months ago arose from a dissatisfaction with blogging and journalism in general. Most of my posts relate to design or fashion because, in some ways, I feel more inspired by and drawn to that kind of material. Journalistic writing - although I figured it out - was not my style. Come on, I burned out after only a few months! After my success with starting the Muggle Quidditch League here at UO, I started leaning more towards PR - but is that what I actually want to do? Who knows?
You’ll figure it all out though. As the media industry is reshaping itself, you’re going to run into haters, questioning your sanity. But do what you love, and everything will fall into place.
Best of luck! I look forward to watching your career :)
He doesn’t just punch this guy, he punches this guy WHO STILL HAS A HELMET ON.
Blount by the way, had his helmet torn off during the play that proceeds the altercation, and continued the play without his helmet on.
I think it’s safe to say that LeGarrette Blount has the same wallet as Jules in Pulp Fiction.
I briefly saw a tweet about this yesterday and wrote it off as a joke. Apparently it wasn’t one. Good thing Blount’s coach could care less.
For my non-Oregon friends and non-college football fans, Blount was our running back who punched a Boise State player in the face after the first game of the season. (We lost.) Geez, it bought us so much bad press. He was suspended for most of the season, but helped us win the last game of the season against our rival, Oregon State University. That win landed us a spot in the Rose Bowl!
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