I’ve officially gone meta – a blog about blogging. Instead of analyzing films, music, and video games or aspects of life through blogging, I am using blogging to analyze blogging. Blogging has always been something of an interesting concept for me. I’ve never blogged before this year, yet I am regretful for not starting earlier, as it has opened my eyes to a whole new medium of expression.
The most important and fascinating part of blogging is my inherent ability to talk about whatever I please. That’s it. There are no set limitations, no prompts or word limit, no central idea which I have to adhere to. Unless stated otherwise for an assignment, blogging is purely up to my choice. And with that free choice, I use and have used blogging as a chamber, a chamber of reflection. It is private enough for me to articulate my most personal thoughts yet open enough to allow discussion and the opinion of others. Blogging is a vehicle for stories to tell, thoughts to be laid out, emotions to be compiled.
Many use blogging in place of a diary, but I view blogging akin to making films. Each blog is deliberate and intricate, requiring thought. Many may not end up being to your expectation, but every once in a while you are driven by passion to create one you love, and the end result is one to be proud of. And like making films, blogging never fails to return and reciprocate what you put into it.
Being an AP English student and an advocate for the role of English classes in education, it is seemingly antithetical for me to say that I dislike drafting. Drafting is held in high regard in any if not all mediums of art, but what I specifically dislike is English drafting, the kind typical of English classes. This thin ice that I am treading by stating my distaste for drafting is the essence of me as a writer.
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I had the luckiest opportunity this past weekend, the ability to travel to San Diego with incredible people to not only attend a convention, but also to explore and engage in a setting vastly different from my home. While the convention itself, hosted Student Television Network, was amazing in and of itself, it was San Diego which stole the show.
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Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a strong fascination to comics. They allowed me to escape into the world of alternate realities which the made duller moments of childhood such as waiting for my mom to buy groceries or brushing my teeth infinitely more interesting. However, it was Calvin and Hobbes which I was the most engrossed by, in contrast to the caped crusaders and superheroes like Batman and Spider-Man which were more popular among my peers. Bill Watterson’s comics were so engaging not only in their visual aspect, which was minimalistic yet powerful (and became a model for my own comics), but also in their stories. Watterson was able to breathe life through simple panels into characters that I could relate to, learn from, and love.
Productivity is a fickle matter for me, personally. There are vast amounts of days where I feel the afternoons draw themselves out like messy sketches and I hardly finish anything productive. There are those lazy mornings which instill me with a false sense of boundless amount of time and I end up dawdling through them. But, without fail, the moments which provide me with boundless productivity are the late nights.
The second hand on my watch ticks constantly and I am continually in motion. Here, there, this, that, most of the time. However, it wasn’t until Thursday of last week where I realized the importance of stopping. Of letting that watch run without eyeing its continued movement. Of relieving yourself of those ticks and having some quiet time.
Today in class we had a discussion about stereotypes and how they can lead to prejudice, discrimination, and even hate. Stereotyping is thrown around all the time in comedy and the youth. They’re being used frequently everyday and it’s becoming somewhat okay to use them in jokes. However, the more we use them, the easier it becomes to say them at the wrong time and end up hurting someone. Stereotypes are absolutely not acceptable to say. They directly transfer in to what we call the pyramid of hate. The pyramid of hate is started from one stereotype, and it can lead to terrible feelings. It can also lead to people being alone not without being able to chose if they want to or not.
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