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Final Project: A Cabin Divided

“A Cabin Divided” follows a newlywed couple honeymooning in an isolated cabin in the woods during the COVID-19 pandemic. What begins as a secluded, romantic getaway quickly becomes a thrilling horror story as the reader faces decrepit architecture, covert surveillance, and the creepy groundskeeper’s locked shed door. This piece of interactive fiction allows the reader to explore the setting in a non-linear fashion and to make choices about the protagonist’s personality; the reader can be brave or cowardly, aloof or kind, curious or willfully ignorant. While each hyperlinked choice affects the reader’s experience of the unsettling events of the plot, the text is also interspersed with hyperlinks to live websites, Youtube videos, and news articles that explore America’s widening cultural, class, and systemic divisions, which have recently been made more apparent by the looming COVID-19 pandemic. 

Click here to view the story.

Writing “Divided” was so much fun. I’ve had the idea to write a horror story about a creepy cabin for a while now, and I’m so happy I got to expand on my initial plan by turning the concept into a branching piece of interactive fiction. The combination of the pandemic, the 2020 election, and the current political landscape in the US really influenced what I wanted to say with this piece, so I hope it doesn’t feel too political to be enjoyable—my goal was to write something that stands on its own as entertainment, but that also has some more subtle messages for anyone who cares to analyze the text more deeply. 

I’m not sure I succeeded in creating a suspenseful, thrilling horror story or in making subtle, scathing political commentary, but I’m pretty happy with the overall structure and format of the piece. I was a little wary of using Twine to present the text, but I was able to figure out the program pretty easily with a few Google searches. I do wish I’d had more time to write additional branching narratives—I originally had the idea of letting readers choose from which character’s perspective they would view the story—but I had to keep the plot pretty streamlined in order to finish it by the due date. If I’d had more time, I also would’ve loved to include some photography, illustrations, or even just some different font and background colors to make the story more multimodal. 

I’m not super confident in my creative writing abilities, but it’s a skill I’d like to improve—so if anyone ends up reading through the entire narrative, I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, or criticisms! I hope you have as much fun reading this piece as I did writing it! 

Elit Project – Hugo Gatica

My project, “Night Time Maneuvers” is an interactive visual novel where the reader is asked to escape the safety of their shell, their only safe space, as they pursue a soothing sound among the chaos of the outside and the inner turmoil of the mind. It’s a narrative shaped by depression and anxiety, and is written in a never-ending fashion to reflect on difficulty to escape/cope and the issues that arrive from it. Here’s the link to the project: https://elitprojecthugo.neocities.org/Nighttime%20Maneuvers.html

This project was one of the hardest for me to create, both in execution and theming. I wanted to ensure that every component I wanted had a place, and I’m happy to say that after many days of tweaking code, I’m happy to see where it is now. There will always be room for improvement, so perhaps I’ll continue to add to it down the line. I had fun experimenting and implementing my own photographs into this, so there was not much learning aside from coding. I have some experience with visual novels so this wasn’t too new a concept for me.

The theme of isolation and anxiety has always been there in my visual works, as they are things that are a deep part of my life that I can’t shake off. I know I’m not the only one, so I’m hoping that while this piece appears bleak in style, that readers can feel a connection to others who are going through the same. Think of this as my own remedying of my inner feelings, written in a vague style so that others can relate. Nothing makes sense, everything seems empty, and I’m hoping that by reading it makes more sense. Pay close attention to certain ‘signs’ and audio cues, as they might expand the project more. As a slight spoiler, try as you might to find the ‘true ending’, know that patience is a virtue.

Take in the minimalist style, the various audio samples, and understand that it’s okay to accept the sadness of life, as they make the happier moments even more beautiful.

Chapter #3 – Where I’m At Right Now

As of tonight, I feel like I’m at a comfortable spot as to where I’d like my project to be.

Story-wise, I have a much firmer grasp on how the story unfolds. A huge help was last week’s Breakout sessions, so I have to give a huge thanks to both Maura and Amber for helping me find a better footing to stand on, because since then I’ve just about finished the basic story points and I’m fine-tuning them into the story. That was my biggest worry lately. It’s still a bit too far away to declare any sort of victory, but now I have the means to achieve.

I don’t want to give up too much on story because it will give away a lot of what I’m trying to achieve, and I feel by doing so will take away direction/agency from the viewer, which is the last thing I want done. If anything, go at your own pace and make it your own experience. Oh and pay attention to punctuation points throughout, who knows what they might hold?

I’m still using Twine for all my programming needs, messing around with the code as I see fit. I’m not straying too far because what I have to work with on default is more than enough for what I want. I have no issue with writing, linking, scripting and embedding images.

That is, images are easy to use. It’s not the same thing with audio, which is something I’m really fighting to make work as I think it’s integral to the experience, but I’m not marrying myself to the idea so that if it needs scrapping, I have to be ready for it. That being the case, I’m stubborn about it so I’m working on it as much as I can. It would hurt because I have all my audio at the ready.

That’s honestly it for what I have to share now. I’m hoping the final realization is closer enough to what I envisioned, but as a trained artist I’m opening myself up to anything that happens between then and now, going with the flow rather than fighting against one hurdle. I hope to see everyone’s work by the end of the semester!

Ask Me for the Moon: The Beginnings of Inspiration

Poetry is the form of literature that I struggle with the most. The metaphorical nature of it allows for so much ambiguity and misunderstanding that it is frightening to even try to think about explaining a piece for fear of missing the point. Ironically, poetry is also the main form of literature that I feel naturally compelled to use to express experiences and emotions that feel too important to say in ordinary terms. The muddling nature of imagery that attempts to express intangible ideas has a beauty and emotion that the ideas themselves may not hold naturally. Poetry has a way of packaging things in a subversively visceral way, so that even those who may normally turn a blind eye when presented with difficult subjects in an informational way (e.g. minority experiences, political turmoil, environmental issues) can’t help but attend. We don’t have to look far to see the rhetorical power of poetry as social commentary, as it is evident in the works of some of our most popular poets – Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, Audre Lorde, etc. I mention all of this because as I went through the e-poetry piece, Ask Me for the Moon, I found myself captured by the imagery of the piece (both literally and figuratively) and moved by some underlying feeling that something was very wrong. The themes of social injustice, neocolonialism, and environmental destruction were not ones that I was overly familiar with on an intellectual level, but as I moved through the piece, I could sense them on an emotional level.

I went through this piece at least three different times over the last month, and it took that long for me to actually grasp that something way over my head was happening. When I initially looked into the piece, I payed attention to the night images, the sounds of breathing that play over the pictures, and the movement of the words as they overlap and disappear. The second and third time, I tried to read through all of the initial descriptions and notes to get a better understanding of what the purpose of the poem is before I interacted with it again. After doing the technical reading, I was able to pay more attention to the words that were being used and the imagery they created in my mind.   

The initial imagery that struck me was the constant presence of the moon in this piece. When I think of the moon, it often invokes a sense of longing and love – “Blue moon, you saw me standing alone…”, “Because I’m still in love with you, on this harvest moon…”, “I’m just the words, looking for the tune, reaching for the moon and you.” So, before I really looked into the poem, I thought it might be about love or a lost love. And as the beginning screen played, it felt like it was headed that way. We are invited to step out with the poet to look at the moon, not unlike the beginning of most songs or poems about moonlit love, but the purpose of our midnight reminiscences shifts quickly. “Reef of spent muscle, secretion of hope and work…” dashes the delicate imagery we have been lulled into, and any sign of romanticism officially disappears with the continued description of our night view being filled with the lights of “palisades of purchased love.” This wasn’t as shocking the second time around because I read what the poem is supposed to be about, but I was still left with a shock at the moonlight shining not on a lonely lover, but on the darkness where truths reveal themselves in the forms of night workers “secreting sweat” as they clean and rakes upon beach sand, the tools of a cover up scheme that are slowly destroying the environment.

I think if you have experienced any kind of service related work – be it in a hotel, restaurant, bar, kitchen, golf course, etc. – you immediately recognize the spirit of some of what is being revealed here. Behind the veneer of the nicely made bed, the well-manicured lawn, and the perfectly laid plate, there is grease, fluids, machines, smells, and all sorts of human conditions that in the light of day cause grimaces and hushed whispers. These are the ingredients for creating luxury; it is appalling , but it also has a kind of sick charm. (Look no further than Anthony Bourdain’s book Kitchen Confidential about his life in the kitchen and you will find yourself revolted and yet strangely attracted to the chef life). But this poem is not just about the ups and downs and injustices of the service industry. I didn’t fully comprehend the deeper themes of oppression until I hit the first of several philosophical quotes that Zuern inserts throughout the poem.

As soon as the words “the state of verb, to the state of thing” and “deposition” appeared in the poem, I knew there was something beyond the confusion of poetic metaphor going on that I wasn’t understanding. When the page with the quote from Emmanuel Levinas’ Ethics and Infinity popped up, the poem shifted from airy imagery to weighted historical and philosophical undertones. Reading the philosophical blurb that was connected to the poem put the confusion I had about the poem to shame – I had no idea what it meant. Reading back through the description of the work, I noticed that Zuern (2005) calls this work “Poetry-as-scholarship.” His goal was to use the poem to highlight certain philosophical literary pieces by threading their imagery throughout the body of the poem. After the reader experiences them in the poem, they are taken to another page where they see the imagery in the context of the original philosophical piece. Though I struggled to understand the philosophy behind the imagery, I felt this technique was brilliant. It isn’t new for poets to refer to ideas with passing words and imagery in their works, but to be able to integrate the original sources into the actual piece is something that is unique to Ask Me For the Moon.

The ability to integrate something that is serving as a reference in a poem is a feature of e-lit that highlights the many possibilities it brings to traditional forms of literature. The multilayered nature of e-lit shows once again how a piece that is already rich in meaning can become even deeper, in both a literary and practical sense. The depth that coding and creating hyperlinks, as well as involving movement, sound, and imagery, bring to our experience with e-lit is truly groundbreaking. It was this depth and navigational aspect of the poem that made this piece one of my favorite elit pieces we have gone through thus far. The depth and layered nature of Ask Me for the Moon creates so many ways to experience its meaning. On the most surface level, I can read the poem by itself and get an emotional sense of the unjust conditions and history that Zuern is highlighting. On a basic understanding level, I can go into a side part of the poem (where it says ‘Notes’) and find a description from Zuern that gives me the historical and political context in which his poem was created. But at the deepest point of understanding, Zuern has created a way for the reader to explore the philosophy of his piece through integratiing the actual philosophical pieces in the poem.               

Do I understand this piece? No. I can explain elements of it, but I don’t understand the full scale of what everything means. Did that take away from my ability to enjoy the poem and appreciate the methods used? Not at all. This piece highlights exactly the dynamic I spoke of at the beginning of this blog post about poetry bringing attention to social injustice issues that are overlooked. I knew some about the history of Hawaii and the oppression forced on it by the United States and other countries, but I didn’t feel the depth of it until I experienced it through the eyes of Zuern’s poem. Taking all the different elements of this poem together, I found that this piece of elit is probably the most inspirational for me in terms of the kind of elit I would want to create. Through this poem, I have found the beginnings of inspiration.

References

Zuern, J.D. (2005). Ask Me for the Moon. Electronic Literature Collection Vol. 3. https://collection.eliterature.org/3/work.html?work=ask-me-for-the-moon

Songs – Blue Moon, Harvest Moon, and Reaching for The Moon

Finding Solace at the Window

I think of all the electronic literature pieces I have experienced so far, Windows is the one that resonated with me the hardest. If I wasn’t already sold on the practice and principle of digital literature already, this piece would have made me a fan.

That being said, it’s heartbreaking knowing that I cannot experience Windows at my own pace, having to settle with a brief video that acted as my window inside. It is alright however because I think navigation piece isn’t the most important part. Content is.

According to the editorial statement found on the page, it “seeks to capture a sense of space for readers to enter”, and I believe it did so. Enter what, though? Windows provides a few lines, introspective passages and ambient sounds, but can it be said that we are meant to look into the ‘narrators’ head and not a mirror of what we can perceive? We all have windows, have we not have had moments of deep thinking and pondering when gazing outside looking for answers? The passages were observations made according to what the ‘narrator’ sees, but I’d like to argue that as unique as those situations are, I feel there are parts of us who have had moments such as those – people-watching (according to one passage) and thinking about the mundane activities we do. It’s all part of the little moments in life that help make everything feel cosmically important, whether or not it holds importance outside of the ‘window’.

One of my favorite passages has to be “At first I felt this was a rather pointless, obsessive behavior. I’d miss my train. Lately I have become less naive about my priorities. I have realized that looking closely at trees is quite essential.” It’s a beautiful way to see something that appears ‘pointless’. I think that’s the strength of introspection, it allows one to be alone with their thoughts and make sense of the world through their own lens, which I feel the atmosphere of Windows helps provide. I see it as the ‘narrator’ questioning herself through the viewpoint of society and what they deem is important, then taking a step back to think about how they don’t feel that way. What they are doing at that moment is important to them only, and that’s okay.

I feel Windows acts a momentary break in life that is often underappreciated. Modern society has always had a constant noise stream to it, whether it be through street lights or car engines going that it almost masks the intimate moments we can have hidden within them. I’m not saying that all of society is like this, but the busy energy is considered a ‘mainstream’ perception of life that it overshadows other parts of it. I think that is why Windows is filled with ambient sounds we can find at home, there will always be noise around us but there can be a moment of respite. They almost act as the soundtrack of the world.

I can’t say for sure if anything I perceived was intended by the author, but like I said previously I think electronic literature has the ability to give us the control necessary to shape our own experiences when ‘reading’ them. In that sense, Windows felt like a comforting embrace long since passed. In being busy with everything that is going on, it’s easy to forget to take it easy and appreciate what is happening now rather than losing sleep over the past and future. I can even admit that I felt teary-eyed reading it.

When I finished reading Windows, it immediately reminded me of one of my most cherished memories. Bear with me a bit, it’s personal but I want to exemplify how it amplified my reading and appreciation of this piece. During one of my years at Rutgers, I went through an extremely rough patch in my life that I found almost every little thing irritating. I couldn’t stand the fluttering of my ceiling fan, the buzzing of the heater in the room, the shuffling of neighboring feet in the hallways and especially the heavy rain that occurred that night. Not even putting headphones in to listen to music helped. I think it was about 1-2 A.M. when the previously annoying rain drops became serene, its rhythmic patting on the window like a mesmerizing song. I moved my chair to the window and sat there for about half an hour, watching the rain flicker through the streetlights. It was a beautiful scene that I had to go outside and capture that moment.

Image by Hugo Gatica

At that moment nothing really seemed to matter anymore, I stood there in that moment appreciating the scenery over stressing about what hasn’t happened yet. I went back inside an hour later soaked in rainwater but I didn’t mind it. The rain washed over any negative thoughts I had.

Solace is a beautiful thing to appreciate sometimes, and I think Katharine Norman did a wonderful thing to create an experience that seems simple in concept but utilizes its simplicity and mundane nature to comment on the necessity of taking things slow and appreciating the ‘quiet’ we can find in life. It’s a concept I’m constantly pursuing in my own visual work, so I’m happy to have found a piece that resonated with my feelings. Windows is a gentle reminder of the importance in being an observer and to me a reminder to find light in the dark.

Image by Hugo Gatica

Analysis – Bots and Trope

The concept of Bots intrigued me on some level as I had some experience writing a computer-generated bot of sorts for one of my art class finals. A lot of work goes into writing a series of code that must operate independently or with the input of someone, generating a series of responses and effects that lend to it a sense of autonomy or a basic understanding of it.

“Real Human Praise” was the first I clicked on. It introduced viewers the idea of generating a random assortment of positive tweets and constructing them at a fast rate, making sense half of the time and others don’t. Clicking on it brings one to a suspended Twitter account (that I want to talk about later), so one must watch the accompanying video to understand how it works. A snippet of a clip shows the Twitter feed and all of its content, all tagged with #PraiseFOX.

The important thing to remember is that everything is done through Twitter, an online platform everyone has access to. It is a place of where almost every type of person occupies, sharing or arguing with others on their ideals, hobbies, news and the like. I mention arguing because Twitter is notorious for people creating something called “bot accounts” to generate false information or praise to support a claim of sorts. This made me think about the purpose of “Real Human Praise”, as it feels like a satire of this very concept. The fact that it can generate random buzzwords that read like a normal sentence, almost mirroring other bot accounts strengthen this perception I have. It is entirely experienced by visuals alone, meaning the reading of these absurd tweets is the important component. It seems almost spam-like, which might be the intention when reading the author’s statement and how it wants to flood search inquiries with this random assortment of text. It could be seen as noisy and mindless, but it speaks volumes on how a lot of people operate online because it is no different from other tweets I’ve seen.

The actual literature of the text isn’t the most important think to consider, it’s the manner of how it operates and what it says about online society. The tweets add nothing to an overall conversation, they are just random statements that anyone can stumble upon. The fact that the account is suspended says a lot on the affect it had on people, the tweets got to a point where enough people were annoyed enough that the account was reported for “violating the rules”. Is that not most of the online experience however? How is this different from buzz-word articles and twitter spams that are still prominent now?

“ROM_TXT” was next. This one I had the most interest in checking out because I was highly familiar with the concepts of ROM files, I tinkered with those files with friends all throughout high school and still do to this day. The naming convention is surprisingly similar to editing/naming documents on MAME, a software engine most commonly associated with arcade cabinets. Like the bot I observed before, it relies on the basis of randomly generated texts but the ones I found here are more chaotic in nature. It’s a series of random texts and characters placed together, all ending with the file type of a game system for classification (which is how ROM files are labeled on a computer). I’m honestly not entirely sure on what to make of the overall piece, but it makes me want to take out my Raspberry Pi3 and create my own parsed texts.

Is this meant to have a similar affect like “Real Human Praise”? It seems like most of the intention was to create twitter noise and clutter Twitter feeds who look up the posts (everything has a hashtag of a popular console name, so it would be no surprise if anyone stumbled upon these). Unlike the first bot, this Twitter account is still around so it has longevity going for it. A lot of it reminds me of these pages taken from a Raspberry Pi3 menu running RetroPie:

I had more I wanted to say about Bots, but I wanted to move onto my experience with Trope. This one I was also interested in because in some ways it reminds me of the article I am to read and dissect later in class.

Briefly reading the abstract, Second Life caught my eye. I’ve never interacted with the software, but I was made aware of it years ago when I stumbled upon a documentary about people using it, and thus I’ve always had a passing interest in learning more about it. Knowing that it played a hand in the creation of this piece made me anxious but interested in understanding it.

Tone is entirely reliant on auditory senses, almost like Noise Music. Assortments of phrases and words uttered by computer generated voices and whispers flooded my headphones like a tidal wave. Parts of it even seem atmospheric, like there are moments where I can close my eyes and feel more ‘involved’ with the piece. I listened to it twice – once in a lit room with my eyes on my computer, and a second one with all the lights off and my eyes closed. I think the experience is more enriching with the latter method because it forces you to only interact with Tone. Thinking back to Second Life and how people use it as an online space to occupy, I can almost say I had a similar experience. Was this the intention, to suck someone away into a virtual space that doesn’t feel ‘right’? “I’m not going to the dentist until the apocalypse arrives” had to be my favorite line, it is so absurd yet it makes me think about the context of the sentence. It’s moments like that and the random shifting of mood that made me appreciate my time with this piece. Like Bots, I’m not sure the words being said are important, but rather the delivery of them and how you are reading these without necessarily ‘reading’ anything.

Salty Tears, Queer Skins, and a Warm Heart after It All

Looking back at my reading experience with Queer Skins, I’m convinced that the universe knew what kind of unmanageable tide I was attempting to surf by having my playlist start with the ultimate cheesy feel-good anthem; “Keep Your Head Up” by Andy Grammer. (I love that man!) Initially, I was intimidated by the three different … Continue reading Salty Tears, Queer Skins, and a Warm Heart after It All

Suffering and Love in Queerskins

Queerskins (Szilak, 2012) was the first piece of electronic literature I came across that made me think – so there IS something I can wrap my head around in this field! Not only was it more visually and navigationally pleasing, but the themes found within were close to my heart.

Placing this reading in the context of what we discussed with Pressman’s (n.d.) article and TwelveBlue (Joyce, 1996), Queerskins was much different to navigate. In many ways it is more book-like in structure because you move through it in a relatively linear way and there is a cohesiveness to the pieces of journal, video, audio, and still pictures. As I navigated through the whole thing, it had the feeling of zooming in on a timeline and being given a more intimate peak at the moments of this man’s life. The interactive way of scrolling through his journals and listening to clips of his family and friends and lovers talk was such a beautiful way to draw the reader into the story; It made it feel real. This realism was in large part due to the reader’s ability to virtually handle the objects and move them around. It was akin to finding an old shoe box in the attic and opening it to find it filled with mementos and letters, the remnants of a life.

 When you initially start the story, you are looking down into the shoebox – everything is mixed up and pieces of letters and images are strewn about. You haphazardly grab things and listen and look and feel. But as the story progresses, and you start to arrange the pieces, you discover it is about a man driven by a need to be loved and to love; we see a man who is seeking faith in something and who feels the ever present weight of shame from his Catholic faith, distant father, and submissive mother. Sebastian’s life seems to be a warped mirror of the life of the saints that his mother keeps tucked away in her room. Their sufferings and devotions and his interplay throughout the piece as Sebastian is pierced again and again with each love and loss. In his diligent devotion to his idealized view of love, and the salvation he feels it might bring him, he brings himself ever closer to the suffering that eventually frees him to experience the “pornographic” ecstasy of the saints.

Quite like Tony Kushner’s (1992) Angels in America with its Jewish and Mormon subtexts, this story is steeped in religious imagery and references. This is especially the case with the overarching theme of suffering and love being almost inseparable. An ideology often found in Christian theologies is the significance of suffering and how it can be redemptive and bring us in closer communion with God – the ultimate source and embodiment of Love. From Sebastian’s childhood, all he has are examples of people distorting this view and creating suffering for others in the name of ‘love’.

This dynamic is most obvious in Sebastian’s mother who plays the role of the long-suffering wife who turns a blind eye to whatever is too painful, be it her beliefs around her son’s sexuality, her husband’s treatment of their son, or her husband’s treatment of her. She loves through her silences and denials, and in turn she suffers and causes suffering. Instead of this ‘love’ bringing her and Sebastian to some closer communion with one another, it drives them apart so that in the end they are strangers. Sebastian’s mother must retreat to her religion and her trashy romances to find love, and Sebastian turns to distance and abusive lovers.

“It’s worse to feel far away at home than to be where nothing is familiar.” (Szilak, “Alex”, p. 22)

Apart from suffering and love, there are so many themes that could be unpacked in this story – the white savior, the relationship between gay men and the rest of the LGBTQ community during this time in history, homophobia and how it contributed to the deaths of these men during the AIDS epidemic, etc. I chose to focus more on the theme of suffering as love because it spoke to me the most. Nothing drives a story more than suffering. There is a natural movement that comes with suffering because it is always trying to alleviate itself, to escape. It seeks a meaning for its existence and drives its inhabitant into the depths of insanity in hopes of finding some modicum of reason. Love, the other supreme driving force, finds itself drawn in by suffering because it makes suffering beautiful – like frozen faces gasping in perpetual ecstasy. Whether those faces eventually turn back into grimaces of terror is up to the storyteller.

References

Joyce, M. (1996). Twelve BluePostmodern Culture and Eastgate Systems. https://collection.eliterature.org/1/works/joyce__twelve_blue.html

Kushner, T. (1992). Angels in America. Theater Communications Group.

Pressman, J. (n.d.). Navigating Electronic Literature. Electronic Literature: New Horizons For the Literary. https://newhorizons.eliterature.org/essay.php@id=14.html

Szilak, I. (2012). Queerskins. Electronic Literature Collection Vol. 3. http://online.queerskins.com/#

Twelve Blue and Reading Elit

So here we are, finally getting a chance to jump into the meat and potatoes of the content we will be studying this semester, and it feels so good to be back at it.  First, I am going to briefly go over the Pressman article on Electronic Literature.  Coming into this class, I was excited to learn more about this since being in #netnarr last semester.  The article by Pressman gives a good general and broad overview of this kind of literature and almost acts as a guide or map to assist the reader in their pursuit of reading it.  First, we get introduced to hypertext, and how it bounces you around the story in a nonlinear fashion.  “How one navigates a hypertext determines what one reads and in which order.”  This statement from the article encapsulates what I imagine electronic literature to be; literature reimagined.  I personally do not know how I feel about a structure that could permeate different timelines and subsequent story lines in such a way that could possibly hinder classroom discussions.  I’m sure as we continue on our elit journey, I will garner an appreciation for such a thing, but as for right now, I am definitely a tad bit skeptical as far as reading with hyperlinks go.

Moving on in the article, the author began discussing something that I definitely need some help to understand.  When Pressman begins to explain “stir fry texts” I am honestly kind of lost.  I do not necessarily understand how this differs from the hypertext that was being discussed earlier in the article.  I understand how it has to do with hovering the mouse over the text which brings up more text and parts for the reader, I just have a disconnect as far as understanding how and why this is the case.  What is the purpose?  Is it effective?  These are all questions I have and hope our class can clarify a few of these things for me.

Using these new found principals as a guiding light, I jumped into the hypertext “Twelve Blue” by Michael Joyce.  I wish I had more to say or add than “What did I just read?”  I say that to mean the content and the story from what I read is not bad at all.  Rather, the manner in which we are reading it is foreign enough to me that it really does change the whole experience of it.  Even just the optics, this blue on blue thing they got going on is difficult for me to sit there and read through to say the least.  I know that these things will (hopefully) become clearer as time goes on and we get more time to play around with it in this course, but my first impression is definitely one of intimidation and fear of change.  See you all tonight!

Get to know me

Hi! My name is Edward Wagner. I grew up in North Wildwood, NJ and went to primary and secondary school in a small town outside of Philadelphia, PA. I am currently a senior at Kean University and am a double major of English and Education. I hope to teach high school English. I come from a family of teachers, including my sister, 3 of my cousins, 3 of my aunts, my uncle and my grandfather.

In the summer, I work at the YMCA as a summer camp counselor for 3-5 year olds. I also work as a butler for Brandywine Senior Living and I work seasonally to make greens and wreaths for Christmas time at Penny’s Flowers. I used to work in the Office of Management and Marketing at Kean as a desk representative before the plague.

I am a big hockey and baseball fan (GO FLYERS & GO PHILLIES). I collect baseball hats and have a collection of about 100 at this point. I like to do crossword puzzles and knit (I am an old man at heart). I have 4 dogs (Bella, Cassie, Noah & Tito), a cat (Leo) and tortoise (Toby). My favorite book is Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. I am a volunteer firefighter at Edge Hill Fire Company as part of the Abington Township Fire Department in Abington, PA.

Get to know me

Hi! My name is Edward Wagner. I grew up in North Wildwood, NJ and went to primary and secondary school in a small town outside of Philadelphia, PA. I am currently a senior at Kean University and am a double major of English and Education. I hope to teach high school English. I come fromContinue reading “Get to know me”