progress journal 2

Elizabeth Palmer
Project purpose, audience, etc:
To inform young adults and youth of America of their "freedom of speech," how it is often censored and restricted, and how the voice of American youth needs to be heard.

November 18
30 min meeting

created group proposal:

Group Proposal
Jessica Logsdon, John Radomski, Elizabeth Palmer, Chris Aveline

Directed audience: Youth and young adults of America
Modes of communication: Website which will include video footage of personal on-the-street interviews, photography, articles relating to the association’s mission, and famous quotes.
This media is easily accessible for the youth and provides different types of communication to better understand the ATV mission and how it affects them.

Ethos: ATV persuasively attempts to establish its existence, purpose, and usefulness through website and mission statement.

Logos: Articles and interviews provide proof of restricted and censored freedom, including specific events and quotes.

Pathos: Appeals to emotion are made by using strong, vivid photography as well as passionate interviews from American citizens.

How work will be split up:
John and Chris will create interviews, record, and edit the film.
Jessica will collect quotes and articles which support our mission.
Elizabeth will create the basic website and collect photography.
As a group we will put together the final website and create our association’s mission statement/“about us” page, as well as including specific examples to include on the home page (i.e. Lewis Black’s stand up and restrictions involving President Bush).


For next progress journal, build more on website, find sources for photography.

Progress Journal

Elizabeth Palmer
Project purpose, audience, etc:
To inform young adults and youth of America of their "freedom of speech," how it is often censored and restricted, and how the voice of American youth needs to be heard.

12 November 2009
10-15 min

Established Group name and purpose, brainstormed ideas for website.

Association for a True Voice (ATV):
--Video interviews on the street
--Photography
--Audience: Young adult/youth
--Clip from The Office?

For next time: find image and create logo for ATV, start building website, find quotes for website, etc.

basically....

I'm stuck on my paper, so I'm taking a break. (That, and I'm experiencing a bad headache and may take a power nap). NaNoWriMo started yesterday, and though my initial goal is to accomplish the 50,000 novel by the end of the month, more importantly, I just want to make myself write everyday.

Sometimes, I'm stuck completely. I can stare at a blank page longer than I should. Lately, I've taken to finding inspiration in images--particularly images from FFFFound.com.

These are some I've saved recently:

NaNoWriMo

615 words.

See how far I can make it here: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/508781

a few poems

I was rummaging through my external hard drive, the one I used to transfer everything from my dying desktop. Sometimes, I think about how much I've change over the past few years. But somethings don't change, like my voice and how I always want my last thought to linger.

Wired Shut

Maybe this was what it felt like
to lose someone when he was sitting right next to me.

Those blue eyes never looked so distant

and I knew it wasn't some invisible wall
between us, but months and girls
and things you can't get back.

You used to be the best shotgun DJ
because you knew what I needed to hear.

Did it really only take a summer
for me to still want acoustic songs
and for you to change the music?

California Rolls

Lonely lights, cast shadows
down the sidewalk,
on old brick buildings and posters
on telephone poles, claiming REWARD
for a lost puppy. An orange glow
that gives a new hue to the evening,
unlike day and nothing like night.
This is the middle ground,
outside of the tiny restaurant,
where only two workers speak English.
Illuminated most of all,
a kiss—a grazing of his lips upon hers—
caught in the lonely light of an electric sun.

I've been thinking about model rockets and the twilight zone.....it's complicated.

Other People's Clothing

I think we do it on purpose. We leave people with a part of ourselves, knowing that once they've passed through our lives, we will still be there. Somewhere on the top shelf of a closet is our hoodie, or stuffed in a dresser drawer, an old t-shirt. We leave these bits and pieces knowing full well that the next time they're cold and grab that sweatshirt, or the next time they shrug on a t-shirt for something to wear around the house, they stop. And a crisp memory of us gets thrown back into their minds. And they remember, tugging at the hood or pulling the shirt down over their stomachs, just exactly when that piece of clothing passed from us to them. We aren't a memory anymore, but something tangible and real. Something soft and worn in, like we never really went away.

new poem

She made beauty from broken things:

chipped teacups mounted to the wall,

weather worn window panes for picture frames,

a wall of odd shaped mirrors, dried flowers pressed in books.

She stained her beige sheets with coffee,

painted her bedroom ocean blue.

On her mantel, over the heart of her home,

she kept photographs of every man she ever loved.

And she never spoke.