Novedades acerca de mi roommate, el huracán, y blogging
75 Days Until GoF!
That'll change the world, that report will. Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks.
Ron Weasley
Goblet of Fire, Chapter 5, Page 56
Hallelujah for having a mugglenet GoF countdown ticker. Despite my fastidious nature for keeping track of the time for GoF, it was becoming quite a nuisance checking back to my last lj entry everytime I wanted to insert the days left. Oh, guys, come on, are you telling me you haven't checked out my new layout yet? It's the most delusional thing you will ever see and it's absolutely perfect.
Funny how literally half the world has a MySpace. Again, I state that it's an effective means of locating people. No, I am not referring to stalking purposes. Simply said, you can connect with and contact old classmates and in another convenient case, people you are about to live with. Thanks to Charlotte for handing me the link to Laura's MySpace; whom, this time for sure, is my roommate this year. I sent her a message. Not only does this signify that I was brazen enough to accomplish contact with an unkown entity but this also implies our physical encounter will be all the more less awkward. Somehow though, I lacked the brains to realise that I actually have to check my email to know that she wrote back. Woe, where has my common sense gone, I ask? She did reply back promptly in a perplexed mood as is natural. Apparently, Mrs.Doak has been leaving out details to the very people it applies to. I didn't think she was gonna leave such information in the dark but she has to be spontaneous after all, doesn't she? But Laura must be all freaked out how some random girl writes to her telling her that she's her roommate when it's supposed an entirely different person; or at least I would be taken aback by a revelation of that nature.
Oh right, I've been promising an entry in response to the blogging article...It hasn't exactly slipped my mind but twas my procrastination that kicked in. I feel like a conniving little person nonetheless. But still, you'd have to place more importance on my previous entry. I've been desperately attempting to post it out to as many communities as possible. It's showed some results but considering this is a national crisis, the response could be better. I do feel at peace having done that entry either way. My hopes did rise up a bit when I heard at mass that they were collecting for Hurricane Katrina but then my mum had to stab a machete at my dreams of being charitable when she said this was my last mass here. All I know is that the first mass back in L'ville better be collecting sums of money for the victims because my guilt will not depart until I place a pecuniary effort onto this tragedy. Here's more donation info taken from wizzart's post:
Donate Now to the American Red Cross at Coinstar Machines.
Your spare change truly makes a difference.
By bringing your spare change to the grocery store, you can help the American Red Cross bring relief to disaster victims in your area and across the country.
Approximately 130 million Americans live within 2 miles of a Coinstar machine. If even half of those American donated just $1.00 in spare change to the Red Cross, it would raise more than $65 million to support American Red Cross lifesaving services in communities nationwide.
Find the Coinstar machine nearest you. (Please note that some Coinstar machines are not yet equipped with the donation option. To confirm that your grocery store can accept donations to the American Red Cross, please call 1-800-928-CASH.)
How Can $1.00 Make a Difference?
66 pennies: Allows us to give a child any one of 11 "after the disaster" coloring books and a box of crayons.
$1: Buys one family expert safety information.
$3: Buys a comfort kit with toiletries for one disaster victim.
$6: Buys one blanket for a disaster shelter.
Quarters: Add up to dollars and $ 30 buys a pair of shoes for a disaster victim.
Dimes: Add up to dollars $ 65 buys a winter coat for a disaster victim.
$10: Buys one day of groceries for a family affected by a disaster.
$20: Buys a home clean-up kit for a family affected by a disaster.
That's really only a general idea but imagine the possibilities when the donations begin to increment.
Now I will actually write out the promised component of this entry. ~realises she might have to reread this~ ~faints when she witnesses the 13 pages it covers on Microsoft Word~
Finally, he spends a long time -- sometimes hours --
exchanging instant messages, a form of communication far
more common among teenagers than phone calls.
Well honestly nowadays even a cell phone seems inept compared to the wonders of the net. This is just our generation's response to how they handle multi-tasking: the utilisation of a multi-purpose apparatus. A phone can only do so much. You have vocal exchanges, games to keep you busy for a while, the functions of a photographic device built in, and yes, admittedly instant messages. As we all know, a computer, excluding the photography, holds the same features. Even instant messages aren't as troublesome because you have a wider selection of keys and you save yourself time fidgeting with the same key for various characters and the plus side is that on a comp, text messages are free of charge. It won't take much in coaxing you anymore for the clearly more efficient method when contemplating a textual conversation versus a vocal one when it comes to communicating with people in far-off territories. Text messages also provide the opportunity of linguistic benefits in which a teenager, despite their reluctance to type an essay, are actually eager to write out words for the sake of getting ideas across to another being. In turn, Netspeak emerges as a consequence and while one can argue that it deteriorates a language, such a coding phenomenom may also be viewed as reinforcer of the rudimentary grammar already embedded in our minds. Conciously, you type out deliberate errors, that much is true but it also motivates one to invent newer meanings or perceivements of existing words thus opening your mind to the numerous versions of one simple word. With that open-mindedness intact, when a person who text messages often is introduced to another language the predicament of perpetually questioning the definitions of familiar words will fade away rapidly for what eccentric element can you point out in translating when you yourself translate and manipulate your own language to another form?
When he meets new friends in real life,
M. offers them access to his online world. ''That's how you
introduce yourself,'' he said. ''It's like, here's my
cellphone number, my e-mail, my screen name, oh, and --
here's my LiveJournal. Personally, I'd go to that person's
LJ before I'd call them or e-mail them or contact them on
AIM'' -- AOL Instant Messenger -- ''because I would know
them better that way.''
Here we are faced with a personal statement from a genuine adolescent but could this quote go so far as to generalise the whole blogging population? That might be open to discussion. On one hand, you do offer a new friend access to the online world through your screen name or email but never have I encountered acquaintances who open up to someone else by means of a blog. However, if it does occur, I'd wholeheartedly agree about checking out their LJ before anything else. You can analyse a person extensively by their LJ in terms of the very designs they have up, their interests, how the choose to represent themselves in a bio page, how much information are they freely notifying the public of, and how they convey their thoughts through their writing.
But the vast
majority of bloggers are teens and young adults. Ninety
percent of those with blogs are between 13 and 29 years
old; a full 51 percent are between 13 and 19, according to
Perseus. Many teen blogs are short-lived experiments. But
for a significant number, they become a way of life, a
daily record of a community's private thoughts -- a kind of
invisible high school that floats above the daily life of
teenagers.
I am fascinated by that statement really. The tables have significantly turned in this millenium if it's the sloth-like, careless, and ever so moody and vulnerable young that take the time to jot down their thoughts. What's happened to the people who truly truly matter like the adults full of wisdom? They're the ones who should be leaving imprints of how life should be lived, the roads to avoid, the experiences we can relate to, etc. Of course the logical explanation to this is that adults are occupied to the brim with their professions that they lack the time to record reflections of the issues they are affected by. Shame, no? It's undeniably true how you can stumble upon mounds and mounds of high school and college age people on LJ, those who rant with the initial reactions of whatever's occuured to them. That disappoints me how teen blogs are short-lived experiments though. Like I said, you are engraving your initial reactions of everything and anything onto a place a thousand times more accessible than your memories. Then as you slowly age, you can look back in retrospect about the type of person you were and how you've changed since then. Alas, teens however have fun with their silly blogs and litter the internet with pages having a lifespan of two months, two days, or possibly two seconds. I wouldn't label it an invisible high school though. Regardless of the drama, there are plenty of university students around.
Back in the 1980's, when I attended high school, reading
someone's diary would have been the ultimate intrusion. If this
new technology has provided a million ways to stay in touch,
it has also acted as both an amplifier and a distortion device for
human intimacy. The new forms of communication are madly contradictory:
anonymous, but traceable; instantaneous, then saved forever
(unless deleted in a snit). In such an unstable
environment, it's no wonder that distinctions between
healthy candor and ''too much information'' are in flux and
that so many find themselves helplessly confessing, as if a
generation were given a massive technological truth serum.
This has to be my favourite paragraph. I live for these oxymorons and all the more when they apply to me. This is naturally something no one can be in disaccord with. No matter the extent of your desperation for invading people's privacy, how could someone go so far as to read a person's diary? It remains as an ultimate intrusion even today. However, if a person ventures into the scriptures of my private thoughts, I would allow sharing the majority of it and maintain a nonchalant air about it. My super private thoughts I feel will eternally swarm in my mind unless I am in fact in the mood to blog in. Up to now, this has only led me to one private entry and one friends only entry so I must say maybe I should watch my healthy candor a bit more.
Peer into an online journal, and you find the
operatic texture of teenage life with its fits of romantic
misery, quick-change moods and sardonic inside jokes.
Gossip spreads like poison. Diary writers compete for
attention, then fret when they get it. And everything
parents fear is true. (For one thing, their children view
them as stupid and insane, with terrible musical taste.)
But the linked journals also form a community, an
intriguing, unchecked experiment in silent group therapy
Oh that was so comical the line about children's view on parents that I simply couldn't leave it out, you know? Okay, so all in all, the author of this article has not failed to capture the essence of typical teen blog. The LJs you find with the extremist-like mood swings are endless as are the journals that pathetically pine away or instead, transform situations into a more sexually perverse manner. I really can vouch for the seeking of attention. At times when you so hopelessly acknowledge the size of your miniscule audience, you bother to act as though clusters of people hang on you every statement or are in someway mildy interested in what you have to say. I, for one, pitifully confess that I have been one of those people. Strangely enough is the fact that my intentional purpose for preserving an online journal is so I have the joys of a diary again blended with the conveniences of the net. So maybe all of us do tend to stray off from our initial objectives. I also admit to experiencing sensations of discomfort in knowing that just about anyone can derive a general idea of who I am by granting them access into this artificial diary. Consequently I am led to ponder how I should go about moderating the divulgence of info but sometimes, you simply have to quit clinging to the fear and be aware simulatenously of how much you do want others to know. You run the risk of a teacher or peer you so vehemently abhor viewing your LJ after all.
In reality this has covered a mere 2 pages so I suppose my response will resume in entries to come. Writing this at the rhythyms of Mozart really stimulates your mind. Frankly, you will have to live with the dullness of it because pottergirl26 is my turf; not a way to entertain the masses or to brew stalking techniques. Good day.
That'll change the world, that report will. Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks.
Ron Weasley
Goblet of Fire, Chapter 5, Page 56
Hallelujah for having a mugglenet GoF countdown ticker. Despite my fastidious nature for keeping track of the time for GoF, it was becoming quite a nuisance checking back to my last lj entry everytime I wanted to insert the days left. Oh, guys, come on, are you telling me you haven't checked out my new layout yet? It's the most delusional thing you will ever see and it's absolutely perfect.
Funny how literally half the world has a MySpace. Again, I state that it's an effective means of locating people. No, I am not referring to stalking purposes. Simply said, you can connect with and contact old classmates and in another convenient case, people you are about to live with. Thanks to Charlotte for handing me the link to Laura's MySpace; whom, this time for sure, is my roommate this year. I sent her a message. Not only does this signify that I was brazen enough to accomplish contact with an unkown entity but this also implies our physical encounter will be all the more less awkward. Somehow though, I lacked the brains to realise that I actually have to check my email to know that she wrote back. Woe, where has my common sense gone, I ask? She did reply back promptly in a perplexed mood as is natural. Apparently, Mrs.Doak has been leaving out details to the very people it applies to. I didn't think she was gonna leave such information in the dark but she has to be spontaneous after all, doesn't she? But Laura must be all freaked out how some random girl writes to her telling her that she's her roommate when it's supposed an entirely different person; or at least I would be taken aback by a revelation of that nature.
Oh right, I've been promising an entry in response to the blogging article...It hasn't exactly slipped my mind but twas my procrastination that kicked in. I feel like a conniving little person nonetheless. But still, you'd have to place more importance on my previous entry. I've been desperately attempting to post it out to as many communities as possible. It's showed some results but considering this is a national crisis, the response could be better. I do feel at peace having done that entry either way. My hopes did rise up a bit when I heard at mass that they were collecting for Hurricane Katrina but then my mum had to stab a machete at my dreams of being charitable when she said this was my last mass here. All I know is that the first mass back in L'ville better be collecting sums of money for the victims because my guilt will not depart until I place a pecuniary effort onto this tragedy. Here's more donation info taken from wizzart's post:
Donate Now to the American Red Cross at Coinstar Machines.
Your spare change truly makes a difference.
By bringing your spare change to the grocery store, you can help the American Red Cross bring relief to disaster victims in your area and across the country.
Approximately 130 million Americans live within 2 miles of a Coinstar machine. If even half of those American donated just $1.00 in spare change to the Red Cross, it would raise more than $65 million to support American Red Cross lifesaving services in communities nationwide.
Find the Coinstar machine nearest you. (Please note that some Coinstar machines are not yet equipped with the donation option. To confirm that your grocery store can accept donations to the American Red Cross, please call 1-800-928-CASH.)
How Can $1.00 Make a Difference?
66 pennies: Allows us to give a child any one of 11 "after the disaster" coloring books and a box of crayons.
$1: Buys one family expert safety information.
$3: Buys a comfort kit with toiletries for one disaster victim.
$6: Buys one blanket for a disaster shelter.
Quarters: Add up to dollars and $ 30 buys a pair of shoes for a disaster victim.
Dimes: Add up to dollars $ 65 buys a winter coat for a disaster victim.
$10: Buys one day of groceries for a family affected by a disaster.
$20: Buys a home clean-up kit for a family affected by a disaster.
That's really only a general idea but imagine the possibilities when the donations begin to increment.
Now I will actually write out the promised component of this entry. ~realises she might have to reread this~ ~faints when she witnesses the 13 pages it covers on Microsoft Word~
Finally, he spends a long time -- sometimes hours --
exchanging instant messages, a form of communication far
more common among teenagers than phone calls.
Well honestly nowadays even a cell phone seems inept compared to the wonders of the net. This is just our generation's response to how they handle multi-tasking: the utilisation of a multi-purpose apparatus. A phone can only do so much. You have vocal exchanges, games to keep you busy for a while, the functions of a photographic device built in, and yes, admittedly instant messages. As we all know, a computer, excluding the photography, holds the same features. Even instant messages aren't as troublesome because you have a wider selection of keys and you save yourself time fidgeting with the same key for various characters and the plus side is that on a comp, text messages are free of charge. It won't take much in coaxing you anymore for the clearly more efficient method when contemplating a textual conversation versus a vocal one when it comes to communicating with people in far-off territories. Text messages also provide the opportunity of linguistic benefits in which a teenager, despite their reluctance to type an essay, are actually eager to write out words for the sake of getting ideas across to another being. In turn, Netspeak emerges as a consequence and while one can argue that it deteriorates a language, such a coding phenomenom may also be viewed as reinforcer of the rudimentary grammar already embedded in our minds. Conciously, you type out deliberate errors, that much is true but it also motivates one to invent newer meanings or perceivements of existing words thus opening your mind to the numerous versions of one simple word. With that open-mindedness intact, when a person who text messages often is introduced to another language the predicament of perpetually questioning the definitions of familiar words will fade away rapidly for what eccentric element can you point out in translating when you yourself translate and manipulate your own language to another form?
When he meets new friends in real life,
M. offers them access to his online world. ''That's how you
introduce yourself,'' he said. ''It's like, here's my
cellphone number, my e-mail, my screen name, oh, and --
here's my LiveJournal. Personally, I'd go to that person's
LJ before I'd call them or e-mail them or contact them on
AIM'' -- AOL Instant Messenger -- ''because I would know
them better that way.''
Here we are faced with a personal statement from a genuine adolescent but could this quote go so far as to generalise the whole blogging population? That might be open to discussion. On one hand, you do offer a new friend access to the online world through your screen name or email but never have I encountered acquaintances who open up to someone else by means of a blog. However, if it does occur, I'd wholeheartedly agree about checking out their LJ before anything else. You can analyse a person extensively by their LJ in terms of the very designs they have up, their interests, how the choose to represent themselves in a bio page, how much information are they freely notifying the public of, and how they convey their thoughts through their writing.
But the vast
majority of bloggers are teens and young adults. Ninety
percent of those with blogs are between 13 and 29 years
old; a full 51 percent are between 13 and 19, according to
Perseus. Many teen blogs are short-lived experiments. But
for a significant number, they become a way of life, a
daily record of a community's private thoughts -- a kind of
invisible high school that floats above the daily life of
teenagers.
I am fascinated by that statement really. The tables have significantly turned in this millenium if it's the sloth-like, careless, and ever so moody and vulnerable young that take the time to jot down their thoughts. What's happened to the people who truly truly matter like the adults full of wisdom? They're the ones who should be leaving imprints of how life should be lived, the roads to avoid, the experiences we can relate to, etc. Of course the logical explanation to this is that adults are occupied to the brim with their professions that they lack the time to record reflections of the issues they are affected by. Shame, no? It's undeniably true how you can stumble upon mounds and mounds of high school and college age people on LJ, those who rant with the initial reactions of whatever's occuured to them. That disappoints me how teen blogs are short-lived experiments though. Like I said, you are engraving your initial reactions of everything and anything onto a place a thousand times more accessible than your memories. Then as you slowly age, you can look back in retrospect about the type of person you were and how you've changed since then. Alas, teens however have fun with their silly blogs and litter the internet with pages having a lifespan of two months, two days, or possibly two seconds. I wouldn't label it an invisible high school though. Regardless of the drama, there are plenty of university students around.
Back in the 1980's, when I attended high school, reading
someone's diary would have been the ultimate intrusion. If this
new technology has provided a million ways to stay in touch,
it has also acted as both an amplifier and a distortion device for
human intimacy. The new forms of communication are madly contradictory:
anonymous, but traceable; instantaneous, then saved forever
(unless deleted in a snit). In such an unstable
environment, it's no wonder that distinctions between
healthy candor and ''too much information'' are in flux and
that so many find themselves helplessly confessing, as if a
generation were given a massive technological truth serum.
This has to be my favourite paragraph. I live for these oxymorons and all the more when they apply to me. This is naturally something no one can be in disaccord with. No matter the extent of your desperation for invading people's privacy, how could someone go so far as to read a person's diary? It remains as an ultimate intrusion even today. However, if a person ventures into the scriptures of my private thoughts, I would allow sharing the majority of it and maintain a nonchalant air about it. My super private thoughts I feel will eternally swarm in my mind unless I am in fact in the mood to blog in. Up to now, this has only led me to one private entry and one friends only entry so I must say maybe I should watch my healthy candor a bit more.
Peer into an online journal, and you find the
operatic texture of teenage life with its fits of romantic
misery, quick-change moods and sardonic inside jokes.
Gossip spreads like poison. Diary writers compete for
attention, then fret when they get it. And everything
parents fear is true. (For one thing, their children view
them as stupid and insane, with terrible musical taste.)
But the linked journals also form a community, an
intriguing, unchecked experiment in silent group therapy
Oh that was so comical the line about children's view on parents that I simply couldn't leave it out, you know? Okay, so all in all, the author of this article has not failed to capture the essence of typical teen blog. The LJs you find with the extremist-like mood swings are endless as are the journals that pathetically pine away or instead, transform situations into a more sexually perverse manner. I really can vouch for the seeking of attention. At times when you so hopelessly acknowledge the size of your miniscule audience, you bother to act as though clusters of people hang on you every statement or are in someway mildy interested in what you have to say. I, for one, pitifully confess that I have been one of those people. Strangely enough is the fact that my intentional purpose for preserving an online journal is so I have the joys of a diary again blended with the conveniences of the net. So maybe all of us do tend to stray off from our initial objectives. I also admit to experiencing sensations of discomfort in knowing that just about anyone can derive a general idea of who I am by granting them access into this artificial diary. Consequently I am led to ponder how I should go about moderating the divulgence of info but sometimes, you simply have to quit clinging to the fear and be aware simulatenously of how much you do want others to know. You run the risk of a teacher or peer you so vehemently abhor viewing your LJ after all.
In reality this has covered a mere 2 pages so I suppose my response will resume in entries to come. Writing this at the rhythyms of Mozart really stimulates your mind. Frankly, you will have to live with the dullness of it because pottergirl26 is my turf; not a way to entertain the masses or to brew stalking techniques. Good day.