The Realness

Autopilot Short story Autopilot is a sad short story that tell us how a slight change in routine can lead to a huge extremes. Though this story takes things to extreme measures, that I thought to be unlikely, it remains plausible and believable. A phone is placed on charger instead of in your bag like normal and then it is forgotten. Your phone is forgot because your mind is now running on its routine and in your routine your phone is in your bag. What about a child? You forgot to drop your…

on Columbus’ journey to the “New World.” Kincaid tells of sailors’ stories of far away treasures while discussing Columbus’ motivation and his background, saying “I am not yet a treasure… I do not yet have a name” (6). Naming gives a validity and realness to things in the world. Not having a name means that Kincaid cannot yet be a treasure. This idea hints at the societal…

periods in scene linger on, primarily when Jake questions his wife’s off-hand comment on his upcoming competitor’s “good look[s]”. The sparseness of the pacing objectively presents the drama of the LaMotta’s life and his masculine insecurity, with a realness that the viewer can more readily cling on to, or in some other scenes be appalled…

The Biggest Dam May be The One Between Two People Dan Nelsen A strained relationship between a son and his father is documented and dissected in Samuel Grandchamp's Le barrage (The Big Dam). No family is perfect. None. There are trials and there are tribulations in all relationships and familial relationships are no different. Given time, some wounds do heal; however, some may not heal. They may fester and they may grow and no matter how hard you work at remedying them, they'll still…

In my opinion, takes away the meaning of slang that Whitman was describing. Because through texting there isn’t that actual connection/communication with people verse being face to face. Yes, you could say “LOL” but you couldn’t actually feel the realness of what they are saying/doing as in comparison if you were there to actually see and hear. So with saying that I believe as far as texting goes I believe it takes away the ‘life” Whitman was talking…

The Last Supper is a still life sculpture made by Ken and Julia Yonetani using groundwater salt from the Murray River. The image of the large banquet is chipped, moulded and cut from a 1.5 tonnes of salt into a three-dimensional “still life” masterpiece with the dimensions of 9 metres in length, 0.72 metres in width and 1.22 metres in height. The sculpture is of a nine-metre table laid with a variety of food on top, such as fruit and vegetables, lobster and fish and various shaped glasses and…

In the film “Thanks for Smoking” the cinematographer James Whitaker does a great job giving us a film that is both ailing and entertaining to the viewer through his use of high, distance and overall use of the camera in the ways of movement and selection of space and light for shots. For example, the use of long shots/ wide shots during film allow us to focus on the surroundings and atmosphere of where Nick our main character was, driving up on the Ranch, walking down stairs and through the…

off as they left them behind, with a soft automaticity.” After reading this the reader can imagine the setting with these descriptive words. Another quote is “The ceiling above them became a deep sky with a hot yellow sun.” This piece describes the realness of the nursery. The last piece of evidence is “And now the sounds: the thump of distant antelope feet on grassy sod, the papery rustling of vultures.” Picturing this setting in your mind is really…

* For the Fall for the Book assignment, I chose to attend Janet Mock's event. Last year, she was supposed to come; however, she was unable to make it to George Mason University. Before learning about the Fall for the Book assignment, I heard about the event through my Introduction to Woman and Gender Studies class. The upcoming topic that we were going to discuss in class was transgender women and men, so my professor encouraged my class to attend the event. * At the door, students were handing…

varsity letters like candy. There was nothing to do but laugh--at myself, at this sport, at this night in which we ritually discover which of us is worthy and which of us is not. All that I could do was sit back and accept reality in all its unfair realness. Life had sucker-punched me in the gut once again. Don’t get me wrong; I was mad. I went home and, rather than celebrating my own achievement, I felt hypnotized, stuck. Then, I let it go. No longer would I let that thought plague my mind. It…