<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:01.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vernal Impulse</title><subtitle type='html'>"One impulse from a vernal wood,&lt;br /&gt;
may teach you more of man,&lt;br /&gt;
of moral evil, and of good,&lt;br /&gt;
than all the sages can."&lt;br /&gt;
-William Wordsworth,&lt;br /&gt;
"The Tables Turned"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-108248313617425967</id><published>2004-04-06T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T13:49:40.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skyline's 25th Hour</title><content type='html'>Spike Lee’s &lt;em&gt;25th Hour&lt;/em&gt; was produced following the world trade center attacks of 2001. One scene that makes use of the mental climate surrounding the attacks is the conversation that takes place by a window overlooking ground zero. The resident of the apartment in question dismisses a concern about the dust from the towers being a health concern after a friend asks if he plans to move. This scene shows how the attacks made Americans, especially New Yorkers lose their sense of security. Seeing the view from that window shows the audience how close to home the tragedy is. Had the characters of the movie simply been across the street from home, they would have likely not survived to tell the tale of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation takes place in a single shot, with the camera not moving for several minutes. It is night outside, and the details of the ruins below are only vaguely discernable. The viewer, who has likely not seen ground zero after the cleanup, is immediately intrigued by the sight and appalled. Once, there stood a building a few hundred feet up, and now only the foundation remains, a massive pointless block of concrete and steel below a dirty pit. We tend to think of things such as skylines as permanent, the labor of a generation past. Such an abrupt and disastrous change to the world’s most famous skyline is a shocking realization that there is only a fleeting permanence to the infrastructure of society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-108248313617425967?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/108248313617425967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/108248313617425967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108248313617425967' title='The Skyline&apos;s 25th Hour'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-108128973074347300</id><published>2004-03-31T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T18:22:18.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moviemaking for the masses</title><content type='html'>Recently, I had the opportunity to work with my floormates in making a short movie for &lt;a href="http://www.campusmoviefest.com/"&gt;Delta Campus MovieFest&lt;/a&gt;. Our movie is a fun spin-off of the Grand Theft Auto series titled Grand Tech Auto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My involvement with the project was behind the scenes: filming, editing, and filling in sound effects. I spent over 80 hours during the entire week working on the project, so it was a very defining factor in my life for a week. As the lack of sleep set in, I lost track of the time of day; mealtimes became confused with eachother, a record low amount of class was attended, and AM and PM became hopelessly meaningless. The moviemaking became an ever-present Thing That Needed to be Done. Time management was no longer a complicated issue. When there was time, I worked on the movie. The movie project was a hungry monster, capable of sucking away any arbitrarily large amount of time, never satiated. In a way, I found it comforting to have a single project that could simply be worked on. It was freedom to truly ignore all else and have only one goal. As I write this, with iMovie week safely passed, I have a dozen Things to Do in the back of my mind, clawing at eachother for attention. I long once more for a single Thing to Do that mercilessly defeats the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a movie is an interesting task. It combines artistic and problem-solving creativities with some amount of repetitive tasking and attention to detail. To complicate the issue, the iMovie software was simply not designed to handle the load that we threw at it – our movie project had over 500 individual video or audio items. A simple action that should have been instantaneous sometimes required a wait time of 20 seconds. Saving the project to disk became a 7-minute proposition. An observer, watching as I edited the movie likened the job to “movie editing by mail.” I wrote down my request, “slide this clip left by 12 frames,” packaged it, sent it off to iMovie, who, at its leisure, replied, “okay, now what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Tech Auto is available &lt;a href="http://www.hydrous.net/~linus/gta/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-108128973074347300?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/108128973074347300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/108128973074347300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108128973074347300' title='Moviemaking for the masses'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-108136376859330120</id><published>2004-03-26T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T14:53:15.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Super Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>My father is the kind of person who will visit an attraction simply because it exists. Furthermore, a gigantic department store opening near our home qualifies as an attraction to him, so it was natural that he rallied the family to pay an obligatory visit to a new Super-Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the consumerist monstrosity, there was an immediate assault of suburban mayhem. Hundreds of shoppers clogged the aisles of what seemed to be a square mile of floorspace. Navigating the jungle of carts and boxes was quickly approaching impossible. Here there was an unwritten code of behavior, an exclusive group of Wal-Marters. I was not a Wal-Marter, and they knew this. In every direction, I could feel the harsh glare of true Wal-Marters cutting through my skull. Who was I to arrive at this flashy red megastore and challenge the shoppers’ actions? How dare I insinuate that there was more to life than pushing a red cart down red isles, buying red goods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoppers were intense, driven. They forged onward through undoubted near-starvation to complete their critical shopping needs. Not draught nor pestilence nor meteor impact would stop them. Many of them took breaks from their shopping to refresh themselves with goods from the enclosed grocery store, a full supermarket all to itself, or the obligatory Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father became a monster. His goal of observing the pulsating throngs was quickly supplanted by a sudden, inexplicable need for things. He shopped. He shopped with the reckless abandon the Jack displayed in &lt;i&gt;White Noise&lt;/i&gt;. Perhaps his purchases were necessary. Perhaps they were impulses. Perhaps, I feared, he had simply fallen into the peer pressure of the Wal-Marters, unable to endure outsider status any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-108136376859330120?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/108136376859330120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/108136376859330120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108136376859330120' title='A Visit to Super Wal-Mart'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-107949907520529369</id><published>2004-03-16T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:54:32.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molecular Free Will</title><content type='html'>Jack’s comment that “we are the sum of our chemical impulses” is an exaggeration of real neuroscience. The line between the brain and the mind is a thin one, and science can now provide explanations for conditions such as depression and chronic anxiety partly rooted in chemical interactions. The idea that specific actions can be considered simply the product of the state of the brain is a stretch even for the fringe science of today. Nevertheless, the incorrect assumptions made in &lt;em&gt;White Noise&lt;/em&gt; are fun, so we can still play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and Evil disappears in this world because free will disappears. If the molecules in our brains determine how we act, and those molecules are just the products of the molecules that were there a minute ago, and so on, then individuals have no capacity for good and evil. Their actions could have been calculated the moment after the big bang, as everything thereafter was simply the course of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good, evil, thought, and free will to exist, there must be some level of process within the brain that can be influenced by the thoughts of the user. Indeed, the science that Jack is suggesting turns people into merely the &lt;strong&gt;users&lt;/strong&gt; of their brains, rather than fully integrated beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, the illusion of free will exists, and must. If we assume for a moment that free will does not, then what merit lies in determination and effort? If my fate was sealed by the laws of physics ages ago, then I ca not possibly improve my future by studying for my economics test, can I? If people did not &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; that they possessed free will, humanity would abandon all efforts, and civilization would rapidly decay. The ability to throw in the towel is then either proof of free will, or just another event dictated by endless chemical reactions. Johnny is a failure. I guess his molecules are just not where they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-107949907520529369?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107949907520529369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107949907520529369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949907520529369' title='Molecular Free Will'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-107826383550852535</id><published>2004-03-02T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T16:46:52.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Research materials so far</title><content type='html'>Primary Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven G. Jones, CyberSociety (1995). Ch. 7 by Nancy K Baym is about CMC&lt;br /&gt;CyberSociety 2.0 (1998) also by Steven Jones – haven’t looked at yet.&lt;br /&gt;K. Renninger and Wesley Shumar, Building Virtual Communities (2002). Haven’t looked at yet&lt;br /&gt;Philip Agre and Douglas Schuler, Reinventing Technology (1997) – ch. 11 by John Coate is really good, have used it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal Articles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Influence of Technology on the Initiation of Interpersonal Relationships” by Jeffery McQuillen – good general source, have used it.&lt;br /&gt;“From Technocracy to Technoculture” by Jody Dean – very large, should have good stuff about technocrats vs ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;“Para-Social Presence and Communication Capabilities of a Web Site” by Nanda Kumar and Izak  Benbasat – haven’t read, suspectedly not very useful.&lt;br /&gt;“Social Access to the Internet” by Erik Bucy – should also have information about technocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-107826383550852535?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107826383550852535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107826383550852535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826383550852535' title='Research materials so far'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-107767562778706160</id><published>2004-02-24T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:23:16.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Approval of the technology gods</title><content type='html'>When Jack Gladney of Don Delillo's &lt;em&gt;White Noise&lt;/em&gt; visits the bank, he checks his balance and finds that it is closely similar to the end result of his "independent estimate, feebly arrived at after long searches through documents, tormented arithmetic" (46). When he receives the approval of the ATM machine, he experiences a great relief, as if a god of some sort had given its approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Jack experiences is an example of a principle of Haunted Media - the belief that the world of technology is more authoritative or more powerful than the human world. This is clearly a major influence on Gladney, who feels that "the system had blessed my life. I felt its support and approval" (46).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One difference between the concept of Haunted Media and Gladney’s situation is that the numbers inside the ATM machine do, in fact, have a power and precedence over his own calculation. Ultimately, the ATM decides how much money Jack has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jack mentions “the networks, the circuits, the streams, the harmonies,” he is observing a feeling of connectedness between his life and the calculating judgment of the ATM machine (46). Because the two balances agree, the invisible bonds joining the two worlds remain tensionless and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-107767562778706160?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107767562778706160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107767562778706160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767562778706160' title='Approval of the technology gods'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-107647295866845433</id><published>2004-02-10T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:18:27.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Postmodern Horror</title><content type='html'>In "From Paranoia to Postmodernism? The Horror Movie in Late Modern Society," Andrew Tudor explores the changes that horror movies have undertaken since 1985. He uses &lt;em&gt;Scream&lt;/em&gt; as an example of a movie that exhibits postmodern characteristics through self-awareness. That is, the people in the movie consciously evaluate their situation in the context of past horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although his essay does not thoroughly explore the reasons that horror movies may have undergone changes to what he calls “Paranoid horror,” he sets up the basis for the theory that I will propose. Postmodern horror has come about because horror movie viewers have gained an immunity of sorts to classic horror, and horror writers need new tricks to accomplish their primary goal: inducing fear, terror, and nightmares. After seeing a certain number of horror movies, viewers have become familiar with the surprises that are typically used, and can no longer be frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudor points out that although &lt;em&gt;Scream&lt;/em&gt; has a self-aware nature, it does not at any point jeopardize its terrifying qualities. In fact, the unorthodox techniques that the movie uses add to the suspense and potency of the film. Paranoid horror brings the perceived threat closer to home and neglects to fully resolve the conflict because it wants the viewer to take their fear home with them. The background and setting of &lt;em&gt;The Ring&lt;em&gt; are familiar to many American families, and at the conclusion, viewers are left wondering if there actually could be a videotape that carries such a gruesome fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-107647295866845433?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107647295866845433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107647295866845433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647295866845433' title='Postmodern Horror'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-107525753099137190</id><published>2004-01-27T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:41:00.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burden, the real Durden</title><content type='html'>The references to Chris Burden’s peculiar works of &lt;a href=”http://www.crownpoint.com/artists/burden/burden.html”&gt;art&lt;/a&gt; in Geoffrey Sirc’s essay &lt;em&gt;The Difficult Politics of the Popular&lt;/em&gt; forms an interesting comparison to Tyler’s search for meaning in life’s experiences. Sirc’s interpretation is that Burden and &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt; both seek to understand the representations of violence in society not intellectually but through actual physical experience. Both Burden and &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt; became massively popular in a short time, and Sirc marvels at the fact that people hunger for these experiences that allow them to feel closer to violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comparison can be made that Burden’s experiences are more authentic than those of Tyler, although both seek injury to themselves. Burden has a friend shoot himself through the arm, and Tyler requests “I want you to hit me as hard as you can.” Sirc claims that Tyler’s actions are less meaningful because his request was purely fictional. No genuine request to be hit backs the message of &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt;. To give himself authenticity, Tyler relies on catchphrases such as “I don’t want to die without any scars.” Placed side by side with Burden, what authority do the creators of &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt; have to describe the experience of auto-scarification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6320194-107525753099137190?l=lorang2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107525753099137190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6320194/posts/default/107525753099137190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorang2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525753099137190' title='Burden, the real Durden'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701605011368075743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6320194.post-107423525900593202</id><published>2004-01-16T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T01:42:52.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection in Fight Club</title><content type='html'>As the narrator first meets Tyler in &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt;, Tyler has labored to create his own personal Stonehenge, a sculpture of logs propped vertically in the sand. For hours, Tyler has sweated through this construction, in order to sit in the shadow of a perfect hand that exists only for a minute. Tyler has worked exhaustingly for just a single minute of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler’s work is his first attempt to reveal the theme of the novel. Palahniuk has Tyler address the narrator as a guise for addressing the reader. With the shadow hand, Tyler has made a mockery of the American life model: work and work and work, and one day, you will have your perfect moment. This is the life that the narrator has at the beginning of the story, and he moves towards being able to enjoy life without the need to wait for the perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to change one’s path in life is another key idea of Palahniuk. Before his revelation, the narrator attends “Self-Help” groups, that do little to actually help their attendees. Instead of doing something with their lives, they wallow in their misfortune and commune with others in similar situations. The narrator, fed up with his inability to change the course of his life, pulls a Jekyll and Hyde, incinerates the burden of his possessions, and single-handedly starts a revolution against corporate America. 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