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 In Advanced Computer Art I'm just taking pictures and trying to make them more beautiful for a grade. There is no rhyme or reason to the first two just what I call walk-about-shots. I go for a walk find them and take a picture. The last two actually are for a theme. There is a third picture but I don't know if it is finished yet. The idea is that you are seeing a picture reflected in the sunglasses. It should take you a bit to realize that you aren't seeing yourself or even whoever took the picture. The reflection are what the person would see. Hope you Enjoy

Fire Hydrant

Incased in Ice



Seeing Friends (These are actually my friends and they have never met)

What I See (Scotland picture, look at past post)

Naive Narrating

A rose I did last year

British Literature is a great class. It's one of those classes that make you think and in a better way then psychology or biology. It is more on analyzing words, artwork, the meaning behind the times, why would someone write what they wrote. Safer topics in my mind. Nothing to strenuous like thinking about how the brain works. I was talking to a friend and we both agree that courses that are about thinking are better then those that don't get you thinking at all. It means you are invested in the course. Of course I like to listen so a course gets more brownie points with me if it deals less with interaction. My Introduction to Ethnics course is this way. The teacher believes that she can shape us into being less shy about speaking about Ethnicity and all the touchy subjects along it. Ha! I don't mind thinking about it. I don't mind listening. Hell, I don't mind writing about it, just you are not going to get me to speak about anything. I cannot or will not speak out, especially on a topic that I will be judged because I will put my foot where it always goes when I open my mouth, straight into it. That's the beauty of the British Literature. We are meant to contribute but the teacher has much more to say and that is just fine by me for listening is better.

There has been freezing rain. I'm thinking of editing this for my project

However, that's not why I thought to write another post. Like I said in the last post we are on the subject of Geoffrey Chaucer. Well we were discussing the character that tells the narrative of The Canterbury Tales (as in this is Geoffrey Chaucer) being the Naive Narrator. A simplistic reduced point of view that leads to a description without judgement. This what got me to thinking. I was thinking that is (more or less) how my blogs run. There is a simple view that I am horrible for saying something not so kind or less then pleasant. I'm to hold my judgement. However I do tend to judge so I'm a little less of the Naive Narrator and just a tad bit crotchety.

Language is a beautiful thing

As I discussed my disappointment with the misconception of Scottish in the last post, in this post I find I am in a better mood about languages. It is in my British Literature class that I am to read The Canterbury Tales in Middle English. I have read this tale before in high school but I had never touched the true thing. I believe I read a translation. I came across the word Lettou as one of the countries the knight had raided. I am now curious as to what it would actually sound like, 'cause guess what folks, the word is translated to be Lithuania (as English knows it now). In my own mind the Middle English would be closer to what is the actual name of Lithuania, Lietuva (Why can we not call it what it is, Lietuva, and not have the country with two names?).

Another beauty of reading this Tale is that I can actually understand most of the reading. It is not much different and there are only a few rules to remember. Like the teacher described there is much french influence which is great that I can understand a spattering of French.

Swiped from the internet

Do you speak Scottish?

I was sitting in my British class one day and eavesdropping like I mostly always do. This one girl across the room was saying that she had Scottish ancestry to this one boy that I cannot tell if she is flirting with. Well he asks this, "Can you speak Scottish?" She covered it by saying "Do you mean Scottish Gaelic? No, I don't know a word." I could only smile behind my hand for this is not the first time I've heard this assumption of people that Scottish is another language.

Another moment (and this one actually happened to me) was when it was suggested we search for "I love you" in different languages for a fun 'international' activity. Someone suggested I can say what it is in Scotland. Um it's "I love you".? Guess I can find what it is in Gaelic but that is not the point since that was not what they meant.

Picture Contest

There is a picture contest for the people who traveled abroad. I had a few choices that I wanted to turn in but the first two are the ones that I chose. I only did some mild editing as I wanted it to be as close to the original as possible. Please comment on what it is you like or what I should have changed more.



Scottish church or school (submitted)

 

Bagpipers (submitted My friend is going to kill me)

Scottish Wedding (unedited I would clone out the other person taking a photo and lighten the light from the window)

St. Andrews Ruins

Dunnotor edge

Urquhart

Stirling

St.Andrews Cathedral ruins









what is it that's bugging me?

So I set up this new blog a few weeks ago, I have just not had the time nor the inclination to go over my heart, thoughts, and ideas, while sitting at a public computer. Well I've gotten a new computer from my mother. For the first time it isn't one of those used computers and it is actually new. I never realized I was so materialistic but I've got to say that I've always felt the lack for having a computer that wasn't shiny new. Shame on me. It worked and it did so much for me. It's not the computer's fault that I just always reach for something that is farther then what I can or should have.

That might have been one issue bugging me. I also wonder why I am posting on another blog. I thought I was going to quit this idea of posting feeling online. I really was going to, for some reason though I keep thinking during a day 'that would be a good thing to put on a blog'. It's  like I've gotten conceited in the thoughts that people will read this blog and actually feel anything other then 'this girl is a complainer or boring'. It is like I feel more important when I put these feelings and thoughts out for everyone to read. Well this time I will learn from my mistake and not put names up or not get to deep. I would hate to scare anyone who would chance to read this.

Another reason I thought to do this blog is for one of my classes. I'm taking advanced computer art. I'm getting a little frightened with the amount of the pictures that we are supposed to be taking. I love taking pictures but I'm stuck in Albion and frankly I'm not as moved to take pictures of my mundane life here. Don't get me wrong I love what I'm doing and I'm having a blast, but when it's your life and there is nothing special that you see you can't just whip out the camera trying to find anything so you can get the grade. The blog could be a way for those rare photos that I might actually take. It will be a way for me to show something of it.

I hate to keep this first post just all texts. Unfortunately, I just don't feel motivated to add a picture. I'm just not motivated at all. Many times I feel like I'm going through the motions of living. Wow, that was morose. I only mean that I get in a routine and I hate to mix it up. I'm also bored with these classes. Not the actual classes but how they seem to be ruined by busy work. I guess I was spoiled in Scotland. It was my duty to read. I loved the reading and then the discussions in class or the lecturer where I could just listen. There just seems to be so much busywork here. I'm not motivated to do any of it. I have even become less motivated to be in any organisations. I just don't feel like... it. I hope just by typing these thoughts that I can get my act together.

So to those who stumbled on this I hope you can understand my rambling thoughts as a way to straighten myself out.