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Friday, December 30, 2011

process analysis...check!


The stereotype I chose to focus on for my “Visual Argument” is stereotypes of black people.  This generalization centers upon the idea that blacks cannot be successful.  The claim of my piece of work is that black people as a whole are not at all unsuccessful, as the stereotype suggests.  In this argument, there are a few warrants that need to be recognized.  One main warrant is the idea of a definition of “successful”.  For my argument, it is assumed that the definition of successful is maintaining a respectable and rewarding job.  Another assumption made is that the figures shown in the work are people that are known by the audience.  If the images displayed unknown people, it would decrease the effectiveness of my argument.  In this case, my primary audience is a group of peers of my generation.  Because of this, I chose, for my video, people that are known by people of my age group.  This way, the audience can easier relate to and connect with the argument at hand.  Another warrant of my argument is the idea that everyone watching knows this stereotype.  The argument would become unclear if the stereotype of blacks is not known by the audience.  It is essential that the audience knows that blacks are said to be unsuccessful, so that my argument makes sense and comes through strongly.
Each picture I chose has a specific reason for being in the work.  The order was also very important, too.  The first nine photos were chosen to illustrate the current stereotype of blacks.  One or two of the pictures are grouped together to show a part of the whole of the stereotype they are stuck with.  The first three pictures are meant to show the section of the stereotype that is poverty.  The first one shows a single, black man slouched on a sidewalk.  He has barely anything with him, and looks poor, which is how we think of poverty and homelessness.  The second and third pictures show a black mother and her kids.  This shows the idea that the mother needs to beg and work hard to support herself and her children.  In the pictures, all of the people have a vacant or depressed facial expression, which helps to create the image of hardship for the families, especially of single mothers.  The idea of single mothers is often associated with black mothers, which is illustrated in these two photos, also.  Another piece to the stereotype puzzle is that black men get with many women.  This is shown in the next picture; a black man with two black women on either side of him.  This fits together to show this part of the stereotype, along with the photos that demonstrate the “black thug”.  This is the last piece to the stereotype jigsaw, and the one that fits most closely with unsuccessfulness.  The pictures I chose show black gang members, complete with saggy pants, bling, drugs, and not-so-nice hand expressions.  The faces of all the figures in the pictures are blank and devious looking- like they are up to no good.  This is how the typical black man is depicted in our community.  The image of the newspaper clipping, about the “Memphis mob”, also shows how people generally think of violence and blacks together.  These nine pictures together make up the complete stereotype of blacks.  I then displayed pictures that give reasons to support my claim of the black stereotype being incorrect.  The pictures are people that are recognizable and fit the social standard of successful.  The first picture I chose is Will Smith.  He is a good example of a black person that has excelled greatly to get to his position as a rapper and actor.  This illustrates the idea of becoming successful as a black.  The rest of the pictures I chose display the same type of idea.  Queen Latifa, also recognized by my target audience, is another example of a successful black person.  In this picture, she is in her Covergirl role, but the mind automatically thinks of other roles, as an actress and singer, that they have seen her in.  The next picture is of Bill Cosby.  Cosby was primarily a comedian—a very well know one, at that—but he was known for many other roles, also.  This shows success.  The picture of Morgan Freeman that I chose includes his Oscar Award.  This displays the idea of success as a black in winning a national award, which is prestigious.  Also, the fact that the audience can recognize him easily is a tip off of success.  The photos I chose of Jennifer Hudson, Stevie Wonder, and Usher portray the same type of success as an actor or singer type figure.  Tyra Banks is the next picture I chose for my video.  I chose her because, again, she is recognizable.  Tyra has excelled in many areas.  From her modeling career to humanitarian efforts, Tyra has demonstrated many types of success.  The next photo I included is one of Tony Dungy.  Dungy has displayed success by becoming a football coach, even after his struggle with play because of being black.  This shows success by his own means, also.  I only included one sports related photo because the idea of blacks playing sports also part of the stereotype.  Tony Dungy’s story is a story of determination to become successful, not just being placed in sports because of his race.  Next, in my work, I placed a picture of Martin Luther King Jr.  He is, of course, known by everyone, and shows a great deal of success.  His success deals, almost totally, with being black.  All of his causes dealt with race discrimination, which shows another aspect of black successfulness.  The next photo is of, not a specific person, but a black soldier, in the war.  I chose this because success doesn’t have to be an actor or singer.  Success, in this aspect, is helping the country as a whole.  She is amounting to a great deal of pride and honor in this position as a soldier.  Even though she is not recognized personally, her position is familiar to the audience of my argument.  The last two pictures I chose were of politicians.  There are many black politicians now, but I picked two that most people would recognize.  Condoleezza Rice, the former Secretary of State, obviously has achieved great success.  Her success is similar to that of Barack Obama.  Both have obtained a one of the highest and most prestigious positions in our country.  It is monumental that they have reached these points because of their race.  This shows ultimate success for them and for our country as a whole.  As a whole, the first half of my pictures makes up the stereotype of black people.  The second half gives reasons on why this stereotype is wrong, making my argument.  I also chose to include two slides with text.  The first slide appears after the stereotypical pictures.  It is only half of the sentence that continues to the other slide.  This one refers to the stereotype saying, “If that was EVERY black…”  The next slide of text comes after the reasons for my argument.  It is the last slide, with the words, “…Then they wouldn’t exist.”  This refers to the pictures of all the successful black people that I displayed in the second half of my video.  These two text slides basically sum up the claim to my argument, with little words.    
The music I chose for my visual argument is a song by Stevie Wonder, titled “Black Orchid”.  When I started looking for music for my project, I decided picking a song by a successful black artist would be a good idea.  I chose Stevie Wonder because his voice is usually recognizable to people.  His voice has a very distinct sound, and I believe he is an incredible singer.  The song “Black Orchid” talks about our world and how it needs to change.  He is referring to the depictions of generalized people and things, which I decided went along with the idea of black stereotypes.  Overall, his voice has a calming effect because it is a lower tone.  He also uses long drawn out words and phrases, which create a more serious and calm tone, which is acceptable for my topic.  In addition to the vocals, the music is very soft and is mainly strings.  The piano, that Wonder is known for playing, is very smooth and soft sounding.  This creates that calming feeling in the audience, also.  If I would have chosen a faster, more upbeat, selection for my video, the feeling and tone of the argument would have changed.  I feel like the meaning would not been as sentimental or serious with a happier sounding song. 

Works Cited
     
http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/willsmith/will_smith1_300_400.jpg
http://www.whitehouse.gov/sites/default/files/administration-official/ao_image/President_Official_Portrait_HiRes.jpg
http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/tyrabanks/tyra_banks1_300_400.jpg
http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2010/startracks/101025/jennifer-hudson-435.jpg
http://e2de.com/morgan-freeman.html
http://www.havelshouseofhistory.com/Rice,%20Condoleezza.jpg
http://www.crttbuzzbin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/martin-luther-king2-300x259.jpg
http://www.peeperstv.com/pictures/340949/billcosby.jpg
http://media.photobucket.com/image/stevie%20wonder/ejwilsonjr/influences/steviewonder.jpg
http://wordofmorgan.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/thugs.jpg
http://www.churchofgodcarmichael.org/images/stories/homeless%20african%20american.jpg
http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/PSO1871.jpg
http://radiofacts.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/single-black-mother-2.jpg
http://newmexicoindependent.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/memphis-mob-photo1.jpg
http://www.blackradionetwork.com/images/userfiles/smoke-black-girl.jpg
http://hairstylesarea.com/tag/usher-2010
http://www.celebrityendorsementads.com/celebrity-endorsements/celebrities/queen-latifah/images/queen-latifah-cover-girl.jpg
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http://bossip.files.wordpress.com/jimjones1

Visual Argument...check!

Black Stereotypes

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

fortunes?

Fortune cookies are the best.  I personally don't actually like the cookies, but the fortunes are fun.  But sometimes...they are completely dumb.  Here are a few examples.
What does this even mean?


umm...thanks?


This one really helps me.


How would you react to this one?...


Wouldn't it be fun to write these for your job?  But maybe I'd try actually writing fortunes...not this stuff.  Or jokes.  It always makes me sad when I open up the cookie to find a dumb joke.  I don't even understand them half the time.  Oh well, time for another asian food run!  Adios.

Open Letter

Dear clothing store employee,
I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate what you do.  One thing that I really enjoy is the way you don't allow me to breathe from the moment I walk across the doors of your store.  Your initial bombardment really makes me think if it's worth even looking at the clothes you sell.  Those announcements you give me of every clearance and BOGO is really necessary, considering it's not like it's posted in giant block letters everywhere in the store.  It makes me feel as if I cannot read myself, which, I must tell you, is very encouraging-- it makes me want to turn around and leave right then.  I also really think it's great that some of you attempt to take the clothes I am carrying around and "start a dressing room for me".  It really helps-- I find it very hard to hold two shirts.  The way you sneakily place about five more items in the dressing room, saying they go perfectly with the shirt I chose, is very nice.  It points out the fact that I had seen those in your store already and did not pick them up because I did not like them.  Oh, my favorite is when I try on a hideous pair shirt, that makes me look like a box, and you dart towards the dressing room, when I'm showing my friend, and tell me how great it looks on me.  That doesn't make you seem fake at all.  I love the fact that you think I am too dumb to realize that, too.  It makes me like the store even more.  When I finally decide on a piece of clothing, costing $19.50, and I run up to the counter, in attempt to avoid any unwanted dialogue with you.  Then, I am asked if I would like to buy a pair of socks to bump up my cost, so that I get a special deal.  You ask as if I hadn't already seen the huge displays in your store, again assuming I am not able to read-- giving me that one last chance to walk out without buying anything, having wasted my time.  You finally finish my purchase, after having to ask the manager at least twice about pressing a certain button on the register, and flash me that plastered smile and tell me to have a great day.  I, of course, return the smile and run out of your store-- but not without three of your coworkers telling me to have an awesome day and to come back.  All of this is incredibly necessary, so thank you.  Thank you very much.
Sincerely,
Jessica
P.S. I hope it doesn't shock you too much that I could write this.

Friday, December 23, 2011

sick for christmas?

I'm sick. Yep, sick for Christmas.  For those of you who I've been complaining to the last few weeks at school know what I'm talking about here.  I've had pounding, feeling like my face is going to explode sinus headaches for like the last two weeks.  I've had these before, but...usually they go away.  but not this time, yay!  So, this morning, after a horrid 10 hours of lying in bed trying to find a position to lay in that the pain was somewhat bearable, my mom took me to the doctor.  And he gave me drugs! (I do realize how horrible that sounds. whoops.)  But now he is my favorite person.  So, now, I'm all drugged up and happy! Again, this is sounding bad, but I don't care.  I no longer have a headache because whatever he gave me is working perfectly.  I do hope it continues to work, because being sick for the rest of break would not be fun.  It is a shame to be missing out on playing outside in this nonexistant blizzard we are having... 
However, I have engery now, and no headache, but my mother still won't let me go do anything ("You need to stay home and drink lots of liquids and get lots of rest because you need to get better, and if you go out you will just get more sick.  and if that happens, dont say I didn't warn you.")  So, I'm getting all my wonderful homework given by my wonderful teachers done.  This way, once I do get better, I will be free to go out and have fun, and not be tied down by my homework.  Oh, and, I'll be able to have fun in disney.  YAY, STILL SO EXCITED.  Leaving in a week.  I'm ready to get my picture with Cinderella. But, for now, I need to get better, otherwise, I'll be the one with a pissed off look in every one of those pictures.  Yeah, this will be me. Needless to say, I think it'd be better for everyone if I get better.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Just a little inspiration


So, this has been stuck in my head all day.  It's probably one of my favorite songs of all time (given it is the influence of my blog title).  So, you all should listen to it.  It's so inspirational and gorgeously sang.  So, even if you've heard it a bjillion times before...LISTEN AGAIN.
"Imagine" - John Lennon

Saturday, December 17, 2011

It's Risky Business

When I think of Risk, it usually has a bad connotation.  I feel like when most people take huge risks it doesn't turn out perfect, or even good.  But that's not true.  It might just be that those unsuccessful risks are the only ones that people talk about-- that's how gossip works, I guess, only the bad stuff is spread around.  You always hear about the people that take a risk in their jobs, in stocks, in school projects...and what usually follows that in the same sentence?  "They failed" or "It didn't work, of course." That just shows how negative our society is.  Because of a few failures, less and less people are willing to take that risk, even if it means they don't gain anything in life because of that.  However, this is just what society thinks.  Not me.

To me, risk is important.  Of course, sometimes I don't take every risk that is presented to me, but I try most of the time.  To me, risk is usually having to do with school (because that is where I am most of my life. UGH).  I take risks daily.  These risks could be talking to someone that my classmates consider "weird", or sharing my opinion during a debate in class.  Both of these actions are simple, but they could create a different image of myself in others.  One action could change what someone thinks of you...but that change doesn't have to be bad.  It can be very good.  That is why I take these risks.  So what if a few people completely disagree with me; I can deal with that.  Who knows when my risk will benifit others.  Maybe my actions will create a domino effect, starting something great.  That's why every single risk is worth taking.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

It's hard to believe...but I'm lucky.

Basically every day of my life, a thought runs through my head about how much my life sucks.  I run upstairs and sink into my bed thinking of how I could make things better...how I can make things right again.  The funny thing is, none of this stuff is bad at all.  To me, I guess, it seems horrendous and unbearable--but it's not.  The problems I deal with aren't even half as bad as what others deal with.  I don't have problems in my family, I have possibly the most amazing best friend in the entire world--seriously, she's helped me through a boatload of problems--, and guess what? I have a safe home.  and enough food.  and a loving family.  Some of those things I'm sure my peers at Wayzata can't say they have.  When I think about the things I cry and pout about not having, or things that go wrong...I realize just how dumb they are.  and how stupid and spoiled I am to actually think my life is sucky.  Yeah, little things in my life go wrong.  I have boy..drama.  BUT SO DOES EVERY GIRL.  and friend issues.  SO DOES EVERYONE.  Sometimes those thoughts don't get through my head(that's why I had to write them in caps).  Sometimes I turn to the worst conclusions and decisions.  My mind just flies right to what I think I need to and "want" to do.  and that's never a good thing.  I just need to sit here and think about how lucky I really am.  What happens in my life isn't bad at all.  There are people around me that really need the help and comfort from people, and I don't.  and I could be one to comfort them.  and I want to.  To get them to the point where they can say ..."i'm lucky".    

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Mickey Mouse Obsession

Guys, I'm going to be in Disney in 19 days.  I'm actually so excited.  My family has gone to Disney World at least seven times.  It's just been my mom, dad, sister, and me.  And we have the best times ever.  It's been quite a few years since we've gone, considering my sister is at college in Boston, and it's harder to miss school with my being in high school (rather that being able to miss as much school as I wanted in middle school).  But we've finally found time to go on a family trip there--over new years.  We're Disney freaks.  And the word "freak" is not used softly at all.  I know as much about Disney as a 16 year old can possibly know, and I'm proud of it.  I love being able to recall random facts about obscure movies, such as "Fantasia" or "Bedknobs and Broomsticks"-- it kind of scares people; the reactions are priceless.  So, in 19 days I'm going to be making a point to get pictures with Mickey, Jasmine, and Cinderella, and riding the teacups as many times as possible.  I'm sure there will be ample pictures on facebook for you stalkers. And, since I was in the spirit of Disney, I found a picture of my sister, dad, and me on splash mountain last time we were there! 
Awww, that was so long ago. I can't wait!

Saturday, December 10, 2011

cookies are good.

Just another thought.  For the party, I made these amazing cookies.  They are probably the most basic (other than chocolate chip), but they are heaven.







They are my first love.

effects of the holidays

Tonight, my parents are hosting their anual christmas(holiday party to be politcally correct; although it doesn't seem to bother the jewish couple that is stuffing their faces at my house).  The diversity of the array of couples shuffling through various rooms of our home is odd.  Many of them don't like eachother, don't know eachother, or don't care to know eachother.  Well, actually, that is only for about ten and a half months out of the year.  After Thanksgiving, attitudes seem to transform.  Tonight is the perfect display of this.  The moment they walk over the threshhold, there are choruses of "Merry Christmas!", "How nice to see you!", and "I'm so glad you're here".  The funny thing is, these words are coming from the most unlikely sources.  I've got a hand in this, too.  Since I've got to be the model daughter to our friends and neighbors (according to my dad-- not in those words though), I have the priviledge of taking our guest's coats.  This means, of course, that I am one of the first people that they greet at the door. yay.  Almost every person that has come in the door has immediately outstretched their arms for a hug.  Even the people I don't know.  I'm not at all surprised by this behavior anymore; it has happened every year.  However, it still makes me think.  What is it about the holiday season that changes people?  Is it the snow?  The christmas/holiday lights? The biblical thoughts of what christmas is really about? Or mabye the feeling of that obligation to be joyful because of those Jesus stories?  It also could be that people are already ready to get presents.  They want those gifts, and most people know they will get them.  The thought might cross people's minds that if they are nice to other people, they might get more in return.  I'm positive that is a reason for most people.  Maybe they don't even realize that is the reason; they might cover it up with one of those other reasons, but that thought is always there.  It's human nature to want and be greedy.  I wonder what the reason is for every person that strides through that door, ready to drink and be merry (holiday cliche, i know, forgive me).  I'm sure every person has a different mix of those reasons balled up in the back of their mind.  I know I do too, and I'm searching to find out what my reasons are.  But for now, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, or just Happy holidays.   (hey, at least it's not an emoticon...although, it's probably just as bad.  or worse, considering how long it too me to find the perfect one.)

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Obsessive Compulsive?

You know those days when you can't focus on anything because you have so much to do?  And you just want to finish it all just so you can go to sleep.  That has been been me lately...only about ten times worse.  Needless to say, the last few weeks have been quite stressful.  I don't really know why everything seems to happen at once, but it does.  All of a sudden, I've got loads of homework, that I didn't have before, troubles with many friends, and on top of all that, I have felt sick beyond relief.  As depressing as this sounds, I had to say it.  And the only reason I had to was to explain the causes of...well, what I think are the causes of my increasing OCDness.  Every day, the first thing I do when I get home is make a list of what I have to do that night.  And, of course, it's not just your average list of homework mixed with some sparce chores around the house.  No.  This list consists of everything from eating dinner to taking out my contact.  I feel that if I don't put EVERYTHING on the list I'm going to forget to do it.  Also, for some reason, my new "obsession" is that I need to have every. single. thing. on my desk at the same angle.  My paper is perfectly parallel to my calculator, and my pencil and eraser are perfectly aligned with that.  I noticed this the other day during Chemistry, but I didn't really think anything of it.  The next day I found myself compulsively rotating items to match up at the perfect angle.  Yeah, it made me feel slightly crazy.  My need to be places on time, or even way early, has gotten pretty bad too.  I leave, on average, ten minutes before I need to leave.  There are a few other things like this that I have noticed recently, and I'm sure none of these things were true before my stress level reached this level.  I kind of want to scream.  Hmm..maybe that would help.  Oh dear, I need winter break.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Revision of "On Compassion"

Everyone is so happy. Families walking together;  They've all got bags and bags filled with toys and clothes... and food.  I'd kill to just have one loaf of bread and a warm cup of coffee.  Actually, I wanna just have someone to talk to.  Just a simple conversation.  To feel like someone cares about me.  I wonder if someone here would talk to me; Maybe that woman waiting at the stoplight with the baby.  She looks nice enough.  Well, at least someone that wouldn't run away from me.  At least she's not avoiding eye contact with me like everyone else.  I walk closer to her and realize she seems more tense.  Like she has to protect her baby from me.  I want to tell her I don't want to hurt them.  All I want is a friend.  Or someone to say hi to.  The light is going to change soon, and I don't wanna lose my chance, so my steps quicken.  She glances at me, tightens her grip on her child's stroller, and looks me up and down-- at my torn shirt, and pants too big.  It's only because I can't possibly get better clothes.  Any money I get goes towards food-- otherwise I'll starve.  Now, the woman's movement catches my eye.  She's reaching into her purse.  A few moments later, she pulls out a dollar, and holds it out at arms length.  There's fear in her eye.  But somehow this fear is half masked with compassion.  I stare at her for a while, not knowing what to do.  I want to say something; That I don't need the money.  But, I do.  Otherwise, I won't eat today.  I stretch out my arm and grasp the dollar, but I don't pull it back.  I can feel my lips curling into a slight smile, and see some of the fear disappear from her expression.  Now, I take it and lower my head.  My only choice, now, is to walk away.  Another person's charity case.  Always a charity case, never a friend.