Tell me a story, sing me a song.
Updating has never been something I've been adapt at.
For that matter, nothing comes to mind that allows me to claim proficiency.
This past "Spring Break" has been another dismal week in a life full of boring Spring Breaks.
The mission given by Pops was for me to "find a job." I can say that I looked, but only half-heartedly to be fair. I think if I knew what I wanted to do instead of what I don't want I would be better at finding a job.
Chalfa's Digital Storytelling is becoming more work than I had imagined. The short description of the course is "tell a story...show pictures to go with." Chalfa gives us topics for the stories (last one was "tell a story about a gain or loss") and then we have to search our brains for stories that match the topic. The worst thing is, I don't have a good many pictures of any event...ever. We're supposed to be able to throw down at least 30 different pictures...my last one had nine. This week's story I think is supposed to be "the road less traveled." The Grand Ewok that is Chalfa wants a story from a time that you went against the norm...and he wants pictures with it. Admittedly, I am Sheep, hear me bah. And more to the point, my mind is more full of cobwebs than stories. I scarcely remember events in the past, it all mulls together and fades like colors in a bad wash. As for as the pictures, I'm sure even if I had a story I could pull together abstracts for the pictures. After all, it's not what the pictures say about the story, it's what the story shows the pictures to be.
None of it matters if I don't have a story, though.
Cheyenne, what station is NPR down here? I don't feel like sitting through a bunch of talk to find out I've been listening to the wrong station.
In other news, I'm bad at news. Writing the stories, gathering the info, getting back the "okay" grade is all great, but I hate finding a story.
I'm sure I'll remember to come back here and whine some more later...unless I don't.
For that matter, nothing comes to mind that allows me to claim proficiency.
This past "Spring Break" has been another dismal week in a life full of boring Spring Breaks.
The mission given by Pops was for me to "find a job." I can say that I looked, but only half-heartedly to be fair. I think if I knew what I wanted to do instead of what I don't want I would be better at finding a job.
Chalfa's Digital Storytelling is becoming more work than I had imagined. The short description of the course is "tell a story...show pictures to go with." Chalfa gives us topics for the stories (last one was "tell a story about a gain or loss") and then we have to search our brains for stories that match the topic. The worst thing is, I don't have a good many pictures of any event...ever. We're supposed to be able to throw down at least 30 different pictures...my last one had nine. This week's story I think is supposed to be "the road less traveled." The Grand Ewok that is Chalfa wants a story from a time that you went against the norm...and he wants pictures with it. Admittedly, I am Sheep, hear me bah. And more to the point, my mind is more full of cobwebs than stories. I scarcely remember events in the past, it all mulls together and fades like colors in a bad wash. As for as the pictures, I'm sure even if I had a story I could pull together abstracts for the pictures. After all, it's not what the pictures say about the story, it's what the story shows the pictures to be.
None of it matters if I don't have a story, though.
Cheyenne, what station is NPR down here? I don't feel like sitting through a bunch of talk to find out I've been listening to the wrong station.
In other news, I'm bad at news. Writing the stories, gathering the info, getting back the "okay" grade is all great, but I hate finding a story.
I'm sure I'll remember to come back here and whine some more later...unless I don't.