MultiMedians

2006-11-01T23:37:00.000-05:00

Here is the beginning of my post.
And here is the rest of it.

Wow a template? Really... hilarious.
What's up fellow learning community studs? Just wanted to ruin Joe Cool's evil plans for no posting and 3 months. Rocked.

2006-03-21T20:43:00.000-05:00

Wowie Zowie, why is this blog still here.
Don't anyone post here for another 3 months!

2005-12-24T14:18:00.000-05:00

I love this blog! How come no one posts to it anymore? I'm going to make it my mission to start posting here again. Break's going well - three weeks is nice, Christmas is tomorrow, things are going well. Happy holidays.

2005-06-08T20:13:00.000-05:00

Hokay, so we've been away for 3 weeks now and I can say that I miss my RITters. We had it good when all our friends were 20 feet away. That aside, I'm having a blast this summer. I'm working 9-5, 40 hours/week in downtown Buffalo for HSBC. Thanks to the Yeti for giving me an idea how Visio works because that's all I've been doing so far. Eventually I'll get to programming but, for now, the key word in my title is "intern." I'm looking forward immensely to chillaxin with Petey and TK next year and stringing across a line to Yeti/Starsky/Broc/TimmyG-Land. Y'all can hit me at bja3917 and you'd better.

Philip Zenkel's stories

2005-02-18T14:50:00.000-05:00

As some of you know; I have spent a great deal of time creating little stories, well actually some have grown into rather decent sized stories. I have created, personally typed of the html for, a website and posted it on my space within the grace server to present my stories for anyone who wishes to read them. The site's address is:
http://www.rit.edu/~pwz3055

The files are posted in PDF format and you'll have to used Adobe Reader, there is a link to the download for this free program on my site, in order to view the files. I am open to any suggestions or comments about my stories, either through the blog or e-mail, and would very much apreciate feedback, good or bad, about how others liked the stories I am writing. Just as a side note; I am my own editor so not everything has been re-read 30 times but they should all be very readable.

2005-02-16T23:34:00.000-05:00

posting on the blog ...........

Evil Clown Generator

2004-10-28T14:30:00.000-05:00

Happy Halloween!

This is no more.

Writing for the singles

2004-10-12T16:18:00.000-05:00

(posted this past summer)

In Grading first impressions, Prof. Weez offers a compelling reason for learning to write effectively.

There is no more :)

WOOT WOOT!

2004-10-07T17:22:00.000-05:00

Listen up you N00Bz, now that Starsky is on the blog, the fun can start, first, we can get off this blizog, and go to 'The Real Blog' Hot CoCo. This blog is UBER 1337.

Now that thats out of the way, thank you tech people for putting me here, now i will post the 'need to know info' for the L.C.

Rock Out Baby

Starsky

2004-10-07T00:33:00.000-05:00

Hey there everyone -

Here's some info, (or if I've already told you, a reminder) that tonight, Thursday, October 7th, there will be an Open Mic Night in Gleason at 8:00PM. Yeah - that's right after we get out of IMM, but I think it could be fun. Personally, I would like to perform, maybe sing a song or two. It could be a great way to unwind after a day full of classes. So if you feel like it, stop by there - I'll be there! Anyone who wants to get up and sing / perform with me is welcome to hop on the boat, the more, the merrier.

Personal Essay

2004-10-04T13:23:00.000-05:00

The honorable Dr. Reinfeld recommened I post this - so here it is!

Click the 'Read more' link to access the rest of the post...

On my birth certificate I am Timothy Rieker George, born February 17th, 1986. On my Social Security card I am 1xx 4x 6xxx. To my family, I am Tay. My friends refer to me as George, Tim, Timmy, or even TimmyG. But all these names and numbers are just references to the person, the man, the being that I am. In my head, I am Tim George. So allow me to introduce myself – the real me, not just a reference.

My name is Tim George. I come from a small town in the Northeast. My family is one where strong relationships were formed, not only within my immediate family, but also with my extended family, which also lives in the same town. My extended family is a family that has pulled together on a regular basis for fun, when there was a problem, or just because we could. I have a strong relationship with a girl that I love very much, and she lives about 500 yards from my house. She is always there when I need her, and vice versa. Now that I am at college, she’s still only a phone call away. I did technical work for the local middle school’s drama productions, and worked very well with children. For this, I am well known throughout my town both by the children and their parents. I have enjoyed acting since the fourth grade and have been involved in every town production since then. Probably the biggest thing about me is… I am still a child at heart. I collect action-figures and I play with them, I build Lego’s, I build forts out of couches, anything. As much as I put on the ‘big macho business type man’ persona, deep under I am still a child, and it shows.

I believe in the good nature of every person, that at their core, a person is naturally kind. When meeting people, that is what I tend to search for and see. I also believe in helping others, and try to do so on a regularly basis. Whatever it is, it doesn’t have to be special, maybe holding a door for someone, helping to pick up items if they fall off a cart when someone’s moving in, or staying a couple minutes later at work – or even offering extra help to some little girl who just can not dive quite yet.

Obviously, I am interested in computers and technology (or else I would not be here…). This has been so since an early age. My father sparked this by giving me an old 486 computer when I was four years old, and I have been attached to them ever since. When I was ten, I received my first CD-ROM drive equipped computer. I have been using and updating computers since then, always seeking the best technology out there. Also, I am a musician, which started with my clarinet. I have been playing the clarinet ever since the 5th grade, the bass clarinet since the 7th grade, and the saxophone since the 9th grade. I was president of my high school’s Wind Ensemble 4 years in a row. Through the Wind Ensemble, I was able to play in places such as Disney World, the All Eastern Music Conference, the All State Music Conference, Symphony Hall, and Carnegie Hall. I was a true band nerd at heart back then, and I still am. I enjoy sports including, soccer, hockey and swimming. In my hometown of Duxbury, Massachusetts, I worked as a lifeguard at the local pool, and I taught swimming lessons. Through teaching I was able to meet a lot of people and their children, which made me pretty well known throughout the town.

That is who I am. Take everything you see above, place it in a blender, mix for three minutes at the highest setting, and I am the result. Pleased to meet you.

2004-10-02T12:55:00.000-05:00

Prof. Shelfrog....

You may want to take a look at this. It's a way to create expandable posts. That way, longer posts can be trimmed to their first paragraph of so, and a reader can click on a 'Read More' link, or something along those lines, to view the rest of the post. I think it could be very helpful to our MultiMedians blog here, as some of the articles we may be posting may tend to be on the longer side. The page comes with instructions for changing the style sheet and the template.

For everyone else, if these changes are made - there are instructions for what code to enter into your posts so that you can make a longer entry an expandable one. That's about it.

React

2004-09-27T13:10:00.000-05:00

Allison and Tom have been incredibly brave and posted some original writings here - react to them. Scroll past my meanderings and hold up your end of the conversation with a constructive comment.
Possibly, you aren't a writer in your heart - you're a painter or a musician or ? - and you want to carry on even though you're stuck on F-2 with a boatload of homework. Assign yourself more homework - a sketch a week, an hour of practice, one song from a Fake Book, whatever. Step out of the dorm and check out what's going on around RIT, U of R, the Eastman school, or try Writers and Books, Starry Nights cafe, or other meet-up spot. If you aren't ready to do something, you can at least reminisce about the things you love to do with like-minded people. You might even find some of them on F-2.
After you do that hour or so of your own creative homework, spend 10 minutes here and react to what your classmates are posting.

p.s.: If you really want to mesh all the threads together, create something in your own medium inspired by a post (think Creative Commons).

Essay 1 for Writing and Literature

2004-09-24T16:23:00.000-05:00

Please tell me if there is anything I should change about this essay if you happen to read it. Thank you.

Allison Nighswander

Dr. Linda Reinfeld

Writing and Literature I

06 September 2004

One Last Time

How do we measure the value of something if it’s there in front of us all the time? I don’t think we can. The true value of something is realized when it’s not there anymore.

The last day I was with her - I remember it like it was yesterday. I came downstairs to find suitcases on the floor, along with piles of clothes and other items waiting to be put in a suitcase. She always waited until the last minute to pack her things, so it was not unusual to see this. She was going to Arizona to visit her mother, her sister, her daughter, and her new grandson. She was to be gone a week.

I could see the weakness in her surfacing, but her trying not to let it show. As a twelve year old, I was very immature. I never wanted to do anything, if I were not to gain anything from it. That day, however, I decided that I should set my immaturity aside, if only for that moment. It hurt me to see her like that because she was always so strong and now she wasn’t anymore. So, I helped her pack.

We arrived at the airport ten minutes late and missed the plane. What should’ve only taken about an hour, turned into four hours because we had to wait for the next plane. I was feeling a little angry that I had to wait so long at the dumb airport, when I just wanted to be with my friends. Why did I have to go anyway?

At the airport, I had to push her in a wheelchair, to the bathroom, because she couldn’t walk. She was that weak. Throughout my life, I saw my mom overcome obstacles, but now it looked like they were getting the best of her. She was sick of fighting. It was very sad, to see my mom like that.

When she finally boarded the plane, I was happy to leave. I was happy not to be waiting anymore, to go back to my life - with my own friends, in my own little world.

Maybe it was meant to be. Arriving late. Spending extra time together at the airport, where we talked, and eventually she fell asleep. Those were the last moments I had with her. While I should’ve had only ten minutes to say goodbye, I was blessed with four hours. Maybe not realizing she was about to die was for the best. I spent time with her as if nothing unusual was happening, and that’s probably how she wanted it. I don’t think I could’ve seen her get on the plane, if I knew that it was the last time I would see her. Although she knew it was time, I didn’t.

A couple of days after we took my mom to the airport, I was walking with my sister and said, “I wish dad would stop talking about mom dying. She’s not going to die anytime soon.” How wrong was I? Not ten minutes after arriving back at my house, we received a phone call. My dad just started to cry, and from his reaction, we knew. We didn’t have to be told what had happened.

Time has healed my broken heart, but not completely. There is still a wound there, which can never be mended. I don’t want it to be.

The Wench in the Flaming Tower (unrevised, watch out for errors)

2004-09-23T19:38:00.000-05:00

Walking down a dark, dreary trail; far from the reaches of the empire. The sun is lurking above the trees canopy and speckles the forest floor with gold light where the greedy trees have not yet conquered. The leaves on the trees are of a golden yellow and all is well, up ahead I can year a stream and wander on. The trail turns and runs along the bank of a stream, which slowly continues to grow louder. The color of the stream is not one that is naturally seen, it is dark with death and decay; a terrible stench emanates from its surface. Across on the other side of the stream to my disbelief is a dead forest, not a single living tree to be seen.

Up ahead I spot a bridge but cannot make out what is keeping it aloft. Reaching further up the trail I see that it is indeed just floating in mid air, no supports, magical, but alas, I can not reach it, my way is not clear. It has been covered by thorns and branches of the sharpest degree. It is as though the forest is trying to prevent me from reaching my destination on the other side, but what that destination is even I do not know. Again I catch the scent of that rancid odor. I can feel it go through my body but tread on, stopping at nothing to reach the bridge. The thorns are sharper than I had imagined and my misjudgment has left me with numerous wounds … but I am there.

If I had thought the bridge floating in mid-air was strange, seeing what now was before was even stranger. There at the foot of the bridge, floating at chest level in the air, was an goblet of the darkest ebony. Carved most beautifully it took on a sudden change and braid of serpents formed around the goblets lips, the heads of them forming a triangle that protruded from the top of the cop. Their eyes were of sparkling diamonds. I am strangely drawn to it, as if by some invisible force and against whatever judgment my mind is telling me, I grasp it in my hands and pocket it, the have the whatever secrets it holds revealed at a later time.

This dead path is strange, not a sound, not a even a crows lurking call. I go on, not knowing what is around the bend. When I finally arrived there though, something out of the ordinary happened. The ground at my feet began rumble and rays of light that were individual rainbows began to shoot out onto the desolate ground. At first I was quite hesitant but reached down, into what seemed to be a hole, and took out a key. Instantly my vision blurred and took my mind for a ride. I closed my eyes and fell to the ground. I don’t know how long I was out, but when I awoke, the forest was not as it had been. What was once a land of death was now full of growth. Trees unknown were displaying a dazzling array of flowers, creatures that were unseen and unheard now sang a most beautiful song and I was left to wonder where I was. I began making my way towards the direction that the river would have been, but when I got to the bank, I was startled. It was now the other side that was dead. Returning back to the path on which I found the key I lost my way. I wandered for hours searching for the path, going deeper and deeper into the forest though I knew it was not the right way anymore. I came finally upon a clearing, and in the distance I could make out the distinct figure of a glorious castle. I began to cross the clearing, my destination now in open view.

I approached the castle and was blocked by a gate in front of the castles moat; the draw bridge was up. An unknown symbol was etched into the gate and it resembled the craftsmanship the key. Why not, and with my key in hand put it into the gates keyhole, twisted to times around counter-clockwise, and heard a click. Instantly I heard a roar from above, from a creature I had only heard of in legends. I looked up and soaring down towards me at incredible speed was a gryphon, talons outreached. Where was I to go, then I heard it and turned, the draw bridge was lowering, but not quick enough for me to escape into the castle in time. I looked back to the sky and barely caught the landing of this remarkably huge creature that was now crouched and ready to pounce on me. I was however, suddenly calmed. I was looking directly into the gryphon’s eyes and they were not those of a killer, I hoped at least. Still the bridge was lowering. I made to go to my left, and it’s claw swiped at me. I made to go to the right, and another swipe. I looked back into it’s eyes. I wasn’t taking anymore chancing, the draw bridge had barely become level when I took off over it, I passed over the bridge, the portcullis closed behind me. I looked back to find that there hadn’t been a pursuit but that the creature was no longer there even.

That stage now gone, I strut into the castle square to find a humongous fountain there and feel drawn towards it. It remains unchanged in this land of colors. Pitch black, of the deepest and darkest. I take out my goblet. They are the same. I circle the fountain until I come upon the strangest thing. There is a slot into which it fits. I look closely at it. Decide that will take a drink, I fill the goblet, take it to my lips, and just as I am about to consume it, two things happen in unison. A scream bursts out in the distance and am forced to put down the goblet, conveniently I put it into the slot! I look up and see a tower that I had once seen in the distance. It was now aflame, hurling reds and yellows I hadn’t known existed. Upon the balcony she stood, a maiden fair; a gown of white and locks of golden hair, but that was all I could make from this range. Behind me at this same instance I could hear the churning of stone upon stone and I looked back! The goblet sank out of existence into the fountain edge and from the dark fountain water shot out three snakes, as black as the fountain. They slithered up to the castle steps, guarding the front of the castle.

Again I heard her screams, but what was I to do. In front of my now was a wall of darkness that was forever in twined upon itself and always a constant hissing coming from it. I couldn’t get past. I stood there in my anguish, all hope lost when I felt it. A sharp deep pinch on both of my shoulders and was torn from the ground. It was the gryphon and I found myself sailing closer and closer to the burning tower. Dropped onto the balcony I had just seconds ago been looking up at. I found myself strangely invigorated. I was dropped off onto the balcony and fell hard. Stood up quickly, charged towards the maiden and threw her over my shoulder. Charging back towards the balcony’s edge; flames engulfing everything around me as I ran for our lives. I made it to the balcony and jumped. Falling, for what seemed like an eternity. Just when I thought it was over, I felt again, that I was gliding in the air, but this time, I was on the back of the gryphon. The gryphon dropped us down at the base of the castle, where the fountain stood. No longer was it dark and mysterious but a sparkling display of colors like everything else. The serpent wall was gone. I place the maiden gently onto the ground; she had passed out from fright of the fall. Her beauty unrivaled in all of the land, her eyes slowly opened. I looked deep into hers and she, deep into mine and then it hit me, her right hook. I assume now she hadn’t liked the fall. I flew back and was in immense pain but what do I hear? Giggling, that wench. I look back and saw her standing there with a sparkling smile. She walked over to me, like fair maidens do, she whispered something into my ear, took my hand, and gently kissed my lips.

The End

Edited
Alternate Ending
Gryphon flies me to safety and wench burns in the tower. snakes each her burnt corpse.

Blogger problems

2004-09-16T17:06:00.000-05:00

I told you all it works...

--JM

First post

2004-09-14T20:49:00.000-05:00

Hey hey, I'm finally on this blog that everyone keeps talking about. I found out that all the invitations were sent to our RIT email addresses. So if you have email forwarding enabled, check the email account that it forwards to. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then go to:

http://webmail.rit.edu

Enter in your DCE account username and password and the invitation should be sitting there, waiting for you to warmly embrace it.

fo shizzle

More on "networked poetry" and metatelephony

2004-09-12T10:54:00.000-05:00

Again, more on IT from the Poetics List. I'm hoping someone in class will create a networked poem on this model.

Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2004 12:09:38 -0700
From: Bubble Sort
Subject: New Work:metatelephony--->a networked poem

http://www.lewislacook.com/metatelephony/

PHP/HTML

metatelephony is a networked poem-->metatelephony takes any web page you feed it, grabs the source code of the page, mixes it up at random, takes a randomly-chosen word from that page, performs a Google search on it, and displays a blend of both the source code and descriptions of pages found in the search...-->a shadow-poem of the web-->

Networked telephone poem

2004-09-12T09:24:00.000-05:00

I just picked this up from my Poetics list. Can anyone tell me why it's called a "networked poem"?

Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2004 16:38:15 -0700
From: Joseph Thomas
Subject: Re: New Work:metatelephony--->a networked poem

A concious reference to Laura Elizabeth Richards' "Eletelephony"?

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant--
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone--
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right).

Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee--
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

To create and post a blog entry

2004-09-08T20:58:00.000-05:00

Try going to www.blogger.com and sign in. There you should get a page with an option to create a new post. It's not always smooth. I did check with Blogger Help on line and learned that Blogger doesn't support Safari on a Mac: they recommend Firefox instead. I'm a Mac user so I'm switching... Prof. Shelfrog, do you have experience with this?

Contraries and Characters

2004-09-08T20:34:00.000-05:00

Lots of characters in our class, and today each of us wrote some self-descriptions in terms of metaphorical contraries. Here are some of the opposites in the list the class made up:

NYC / Tokyo
Mickey / Minnie
military / intelligence
lava / blubber
Star Trek / Star Gate
crack head / straight edge
hub / dial-up
Luigi / Mario
Gatorade / martini
Back Street Boys / NSync

Got any ideas for more and merrier oppositions?

Can you guess who described himself/herself as "a person who would rather be sipping martinis with Mickey in a Tokyo bar than guzzling Gatorade with Minnie in a NYC health club" ?

MultiMedians

2004-09-08T20:33:00.000-05:00

MultiMedians

2004-09-06T17:21:00.000-05:00

Well I figured I'd stick my head in here while there are only a few signed up and since I already have an account. Just saying hi and looking forward to a great, fun year with a bit of learning thrown in for flavor.

Here, there, and everywhere!

2004-09-03T19:21:00.000-05:00

Freshmen -- finally, the gang's all here, campus is jumping, and we're all getting our feet wet. This is my first blog: all you techies out there, please go easy on the errors. Professor Shelfrog, don't call me a drip! Meanwhile, let us hear from you. Questions? Comments? Prefer to talk in real time and space? I'll be in my office for most of Monday: Building 6, room A-106 (one level below ground), so drop by to say hello. If I'm not at my desk, I'll leave a note on the door telling you where to find me.

They're coming! They're coming!

2004-08-03T15:30:00.000-05:00

In just a few weeks, the freshmen will move in to their dorms, unpack their new lives, dig out their maps and find their way to our classrooms. One crew of them will be sharing their discoveries in this blog. As one of their teachers, I'll share a few of mine here also, but first - gotta get myself and my classes ready for the MultiMedians.