lights out

Hey to anyone still updating/checking the blog spot..

I'm three finals down, three to go. It's funny, 4 weeks ago I felt like the semester would never end, 2 weeks ago I moved to Connecticut and wished my life would end. Am I the only one who felt like it all went too fast? I can't believe I'm stuck in the middle of finals already. 

I am kind of sad this semester went by so quickly... and disappointed. I have become so used to posting and reading/ waiting for everyone else to post, I'm finding myself sad that it's all over. I really enjoyed everyone in this class semester... despite random sexist comments, tough reading material, and having to rearrange desks every class! 

Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks and good luck. You have all been fantastic and I'll miss those of you who are lucky enough to be graduating (i.e. Terance. and for the record, I still think your t-shirt with the cat and the turd is gayer than Wham! Lovekins)

Final Project

skipnotes...

has anyone noticed the footnotes? 

I have been reading through them and noticed that the Authors name is spelled out by the first letter of ever footnote between 27 and 42. Upon completion of his name spelling, the footnote reads "Then in fact all Troy seemed to me to sink into flames... and Carthage must be destroyed" (37).  Any thoughts? Is he turning himself into an unseen character? 

New and Improved SKIP IT from Tiger Toys...

Jessica is frustrated. She has read through it all and pushed herself and said "Danielewski is the anti-christ". Jessica has skipped everything after the first two times of skipping nothing (Jessica doesn't like to not understand). Jessica decided to stop reading the footnotes; she found them an annoyance as she started checking them for complete understanding. Jessica has OCD. Jessica does not appreciate Danielewski's vision at the moment. 

Jessica however, loves the book. She LOVES the fact that when characters are panicked or trying to get away from something there are only one or two words on a page causing her to flip pages quicker. She thought that was a brilliant move by the author. Jessica did not read any of the red print as it made her eyes hurt because she lost her glasses and found it embarrassing to ask her younger classmates to help her read it. Jessica felt old. She HATED the sections about Echo. She found them boring and skipped through all of it. She also didn't read the lists of names. Jessica liked that some of the footnotes were turned into waistnotes but only turned to novel to see what they were and she moved along and chuckled at her discovery of "waistnotes". She is still chuckling. 

Jessica had a phone call while writing this blog and during the call referred to herself in the 3rd person and decided that it was time to stop. 

Video

"Architectural space certainly exists independently of the casual perceiver, and has centres and direction of its own." I think the house holds a different experience for each person in it; however, the one common feature the house holds for each person is its ability to create a sense of smallness and panic.

A House is not a House

 I think the house represents the family dynamic of the 21st century. The dissolution of a solid relationships within this century is expressed through the ever growing home. Maintenance of the outward appearance rather than the structure itself is causing a chasm between the individuals sleeping under its roof. 

The expansion and maze of the home is for me, the hopelessness of individuals that cannot find a means of communication. I like Prof. Lennon's example, I think the house is a metaphor for failing relationships. Constantly banging your head against a wall until it breaks only to find another wall standing strong behind it. 

But maybe the house doesn't represent something negative at all. Perhaps the house is the beginning of something new, a relationship perhaps. Long dark hallways, fear of the unknown, leaving the safety of the living room to explore something just to understand it. 

OR can the house just represent the individual? The experience of life, death, love, whatever...

House

I imagined the house as part of a levittown street. Perfect on the outside but horribly dysfunctional and corrupt on the inside. "Karen spent every night of her fourteenth year composing that smile in front of a blue plastic handled mirror" (58). I can't imaging a has-been model living anywhere that doesn't aesthetically fit in with it's surroundings.