The Two Questions really do find everybody. This was probably one of the most relatable pieces we've read this year, because the two questions crop up all the time, in all aspects of life.
Again we saw how pictures can nicely supplement words. Barry's use of images to enrich the storyline and foreshadow the resolution was very cool. I also liked the recurring pictures, which gave a sort of theme to the essay and tied everything together.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Response to McCloud Comic
I was a little confused about the purpose of the comic, at first. I went into it assuming from the preceding discussion that it would be a persuasive piece, attempting to convince readers of the validity of comics as literature. I kept waiting for it to happen, but it never really did. Finally I realized it was meant to be an explanation of the art and not necessarily an argument. What I liked about it was that it showed the inadequacies of text alone. It's unlikely I could have understood half of the modes and jargon explained without the example pictures. Sometimes writing just doesn't cut it, and the essay was able to display this without making an argument at all.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I'm sitting here in Spanish, blinking at the clock. There's something wrong with it. I've been having clock hallucinations the past few days, when after an uncomfortable amount of watching, the second hand just seems to freeze, suspended somewhere between the four and the five. It must be summer.
I don't remember summer ever causing so many problems before. I can't sit still inside, and I hate working more than ever, because it usually means the evening is completely shot as far as sunlight or doing anything outdoors. I attempt to compromise on nights that I'm free, and do my homework outside. This works about half the time. The other half I get distracted or fall asleep, right there on the grass. And sometimes, if I'm really lucky, the twins will come out. There is nothing worse than the twins when you're trying to accomplish anything outside. They're nice boys, but three is a horrible age, and two--the age of their little brother--is worse. They run over the instant they see any one of their favorite neighbors exit the house, falling over themselves to get there first. When they finally get there, they compete to be the first one to construct a coherent sentence.
Twin one will start. "We--we--we--we--just got back from a--" Twin two interupts. "We--we--we--it was a birthday party."
Twin one: "Yeah. A--a bowling birthday... party."
Questions would at this time seem polite, but we've learned not to bother. The twins will continue talking without stopping as long as you let them.
I don't remember summer ever causing so many problems before. I can't sit still inside, and I hate working more than ever, because it usually means the evening is completely shot as far as sunlight or doing anything outdoors. I attempt to compromise on nights that I'm free, and do my homework outside. This works about half the time. The other half I get distracted or fall asleep, right there on the grass. And sometimes, if I'm really lucky, the twins will come out. There is nothing worse than the twins when you're trying to accomplish anything outside. They're nice boys, but three is a horrible age, and two--the age of their little brother--is worse. They run over the instant they see any one of their favorite neighbors exit the house, falling over themselves to get there first. When they finally get there, they compete to be the first one to construct a coherent sentence.
Twin one will start. "We--we--we--we--just got back from a--" Twin two interupts. "We--we--we--it was a birthday party."
Twin one: "Yeah. A--a bowling birthday... party."
Questions would at this time seem polite, but we've learned not to bother. The twins will continue talking without stopping as long as you let them.
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