Post 14

This is a parody of a Calvin Klein ad using all three of ethos, pathos, and logos. There is a large amount of exaggeration.

The ethos parody is that it has the authority of the "Calvin Klein" ad going for it. So this parody signafies that it has a large amount of importance.

It is just doing the exact opposite of the ad of Calvin Klein. In the regular ads, it shows a very alluring man that defines masculine beauty. This is totally opposite of that ad. This is kind of a repulsive man whom got some really hairy genes. The kind of disgusted experiance that you get from this is the pathos appeal.

The lothos is the logic in the parody it self. The text say's Reality then shows a picture of a hairy men. Kind of a back hand of saying to Calvin Klein to get real, if you put on this cologne you won't turn in to a hunk.

One of their arguements is exaggeration though. If they are talking about "reality," then I don't really believe that a decent amount of the population is as hairy as that men. It's just probobly the same percentage as very handsom men. (1% really hairy people, 1% really handsom people) As a parody, it totally took it to the extreme under the pretense of showing you something in the average. But that is what it is suppose to do, and in my opinion it did a good job of doing so.

Post 12

The picture intended to appeal to my sexually, and it has. What attracted me to this ad sexually? The figure of her body is amazing and draws me in instantly. It has a very waif look that compels me to look up and down at the picture many times.
Her face is an important aspect to notice as well in terms of sexual appeal. We are unable to see her eyes at all. The large bangs cover that up completely. A mysterious air is about her because of that. I can tell she has high cheek bones which is very attractive though, and her mouth has a pleasant shape. Her hand is placed near her mouth which can't help me but wonder what kind of person she is. Is she innocent, timid, or knows that gesture turns men on?
One last thing about the sex appeal is that her hand is through her shirt. This does make it hard to judge her chest, but in a way makes me intrigued even more. This ad plain out is appealing to my dream girl. It definitely got me, bad. (Also definitely appropriate, even for children.)
There was no extreme exaggeration of pathos in this ad. No slippery slope, no scare tactic, or anything. Just plain out a very attractive woman with a designer name. Although, there is a little ambiguousness though. If you buy an Calvin Klein apparel, you may or may not perhaps be stunningly beautiful. I'm guessing this woman would be in the top 98% percentile of attractiveness. (In my eyes)
This is a tough call indeed. When I see the ad I just see a beautiful woman, I could care less about the designer. But the ad is all about the designer, so who is it appealing to? I'm guessing women would be more impacted by this ad of an attractive lady. This is pathos for them, and it is indeed exaggerating. Not all woman are that beautiful, and buying a brand certainly won't make you more beautiful. Going for insecure women maybe..
In my opinion this ad is unfair for the majority of the woman who read it, as it an unreal view of most woman. So it does exaggerate pathos in that respect.

post 11

There is no color at all. There seems to be one alignment that is dominant. The one in the middle right, which is just mostly a blob seems aligned just off center to subtract the other potential focus object. The other alignment is more near the top left of the picture. Together you can't really focus on both at the same time.

Immediately your eyes are looking for patterns. You try and make sense of webs but it seems like it is tilting. If you look at some of the main features it seems to change a little bit in your perception each time you look.

The size isn't a desktop wallpaper size thank goodness. It's just a nice modest small size. The picture is able to get in to your eyes fully at first glance.

The choice of material isn't clear at all. To this point of examining all of this, I'm not sure if it is paint, digitally rendered stuff, or what. Very absorbing topic to fall in to while gazing at the photograph.

Mysterious is one word that I would describe the overall mechanics of this paper. There is just a limited range of actual material that you can see which is placed in such a way that strains the neurons in my mind. I can't seem to grasp anything about it coherently. I believe that this is an emotional attachment because of the visual aspect of it. There is only a message that formed in the picture that came in the form of confusion that reached me.

post 10

There were a few photos before I picked this one that seemed just as good candidates. But this photo had the advantage of being last seen, and I was too lazy to click back. This was really good.

I saw that there was no color at first. Thats what made me stay there for the first minute. I was glaring at it, first at the no color scheme, then at the shapes.

Then my mind was wondering that the picture began beating to the bass of the song. I looked back at the song and it was bouncing. I liked what it got. It got a nice pace up and down. I turned it down and started really reflecting on it.

There was this pause between the beating and the non-beating. This photo makes you reflect, but only reflect on how you're trying so hard to reflect at that same time. Thats the only thing you can think about, is reflecting over the actual reflecting process.

This photo is just eluding to my conscious, so it can only run loops. But a quick reality frame snap and I'm right back to the same beat.

Clouds in the sky is analogous to this picture. There was a memory of my childhood when I was taken back to the point where my teacher handed out marshmellows. We just ate them and looked at the sky. Since that time I just stare at the clouds and see what I've got up there. Different perspective of objects go and in my mind.

Post 9

There is a snow white background. Everything varies from gray to white to dark. A large fraction of the darkness is situated in the quadrant middle-right box. A normal thirty second gaze would yield nothing. The object drags in to a center of focus.

A little below the top left is a small piece of darkness as well. A larger dark near the right center of the object in the corner is more predominant.

There is no real hint of the rainbow in this piece. Only shades are located on this canvas. (The rest of the pieces in the gallery under the artist do not have color as well.)

There seems to be a little more shade around in the third and fourth quadrants than the first and second quadrants. It some places it seems like the white seeps out to the other white that border it in general. There is a melt on to the page.

The type of technique that was put on to this piece is unknown. There is a very simple answer, but was just not found on the page displaying the gallery.

This was found on a gallery named Foley. The Foley Gallery proclaims that they help support lesser-known contemporary artists. Thus it can be assumed that the people affiliated working with the Foley Gallery believe that the artist, Tiffany Dow, should be rewarded by being placed on the gallery.

Falling the first step of a Journey

Walking down the movie theater steps with that strip of light to the side, my heart was pounding faster than the light bulbs that I passed. It was still before the previews, so the lights were just dimmed. I got to the front of the theater where you can’t sit because you’re too close and stood in the middle. A little bar was separating me from the crowd seated for the movie “300.” There was no stopping now.

“Hey! Does anyone actually care about this?” My index fingers were pointed at the ad saying you can put ads on the movie screen. I was going to start off with telling them how bringing a kid to Victoria Secret would be the perfect occasion for holding the store up. “What’s your favorite ethnicity of kids?” A shut up is yelled and before I can start the second sentence the booing starts.

I didn’t get a chance to finish one joke walking back to the top of the stairs to rejoin my friends. So many things that I did wrong were coming to my mind on the way up, and I honestly don’t believe that one of them was that it was in a movie theater. All in all though, I had just taken my first step to being a comedian. A dream of mine was materializing for the first time in my life.

There are two main dreams in my life that but one is related to trees growing over the world replenishing a lush life that use to be.

The feasible one involves becoming a person who makes people laugh. I feel ambiguous saying this, but I really think I’m really funny. This self confidence is only reinforced through my friends. When I’m with them I can think of good jokes and such, but for some reason they all revolve around rape and pillaging. I’ve somehow to managed to diversify them a bit, so I think I can take on my jokes to a stage. Every activity I do I seem to over think things, but perhaps this pursuit will be something that favors that aspect.

Everyone has dreams in their life and for some reason very few take steps towards them. For a while I didn’t know the reason consciously but on the subconscious level I knew why. I was just scared. I was scared of embarrassment and would wonder how I would keep the terrible memory from taking over my life.

Throughout my life I have always taken the safe side. I have never gotten out of my comfort zone to do something. Sometimes I think I have, but in reality it’s nothing. “What has two thumbs and loves getting head? This Guy!” (The last part is very long and very drawn out.) It seemed ballsy to me at first, but then I realize I was getting nothing out of it. I got laughs out of girls but then what? I couldn’t continue a conversation with opener, I couldn’t do much with it. I didn’t get over my fear of opening random girls, I took a detour that took me nowhere.

But that night at the movies, I took a chance and it was totally rejected. The feeling I hated, but the experience I loved. The feeling of rejection, of hurt, and of confusion just lead to the desire of me becoming the best to show them all up. There is a possibility of becoming a star. Even if I fail, and grow up malnourished and homeless, it would be falling hard with something that I loved to do.

Everyone in the world should follow their dreams. We would have inspiration all around us and wonders through out the world. The drive everyone had for their dreams could possibly lead to a peace and a calming through the world. The world will be dream like and the people will be gods.

There is a terrible feeling that I have about how I have taken one step for one of my dreams and that has opened up that path. But the other path is currently closed off. I haven’t taken a huge chance like the movie theater with girls. And actually, there is nothing to lose, just some embarrassing memories which can easily be turned in to humorous ones.

From now on I’m taking a baby step everyday. Three thousand baby steps can probably make a lap around any average size house. That analogy could be used for life if you think about it.

The sum of this paper is explaining to my self that there is nothing to lose and everything to gain if you just go for your dreams. But why is it so hard? Why can’t I just go up to any girl and say what I want to say? These are questions that cannot be answered and should just be ignored. But…

There are so many buts in the pursuit. So much doubt follows everyone every step of their life. Your body isn’t helping either. You’re wired to take the safe side so you can higher rates of reproductive success. If a hunter and gatherers dream was to just make peace with the earth’s natural disasters like tsunamis, then he would die. But that’s not the case in today’s society of education and police! There are checks and balances and everyone knows that you need proper to apply proper physics dynamics before you can fly.

So all in all, I’ve talked a lot about “going for it.” Talk is cheap, I’m going to go back to sitting on my computer. Actually, screw that. My life can turn in to an absolute dream and fantasy if I just apply some effort and am willing to fail. Here I go.

Post 8

This is the day right after probation. I think it's still kind of childish, and I will look back on it with a child like grin. My parent's won't be wanting me to do this, but I think they kind of expect them. I think I should slowly let them in on them so the shock isn't so bad. Maybe they won't find out.

When I was a child I felt like my dreams had so much more emotional intact impact on me. I dreamed of a real big dance in an oasis in the desert that lasted all day. Everyone was happy and stayed happy for ever. Ever need was catered to. People could dance socialize and be free from worry, expectation, and regret. Where did my dreams go to, it's kind of sad. I still have the dreams, but I think my grasp on reality is too hard so I believe I can't believe any more. I don't dream as intense as I do. (By dream I mean just sitting in my room day dreaming.) I think I've been influenced to reality too much. I think it's time I find a way to escape reality for long enough to remember what it's like.
My parents actually hung up a picture just like this. I love it, I wonder if they still have it.

I guess everyone misses being a child and everyone having their dreams on. I guess I don't know, I know some people still have their dreams going on ever as a teen ager and as an adult. I kind of know why I'm not, but I don't think it will be too hard to get back to it. I've got really big plans, and I really hope to go for them.

I've been thinking of this day for a while now. I've done it a lot during probation, but off probation it will be amazing. It will be free, and it will be just like good old times. I can't wait I can't wait.

I've been thinking that this 250 word count. And I'm thinking if I just do 250 words, I'll come off as abusing the new system! I don't want to come out like that?

If you read this mindless rant.. :P