And lo the end is nigh (part IV)

It's come.
 
It's finally happened.

And I don't know how I feel about it.

I've been reading blogs of various figures of interest recently, not move stars, I mean honestly, and while reading through these blogs, I found a grammar error. It was a simple enough problem to fix, but they didn't.

and it irked me.

reading further along, I found another error. this one more serious. I think my eye literally twitched. I kept going further and further until I couldn't take it anymore and switched to a different channel.

but it happened again.

ruined! I've been ruined!

where once I was able to follow the strain of thought of people who felt they knew what they were talking about, all I see now is their need to use something besides word to correct themselves.

I realize while writing this, that my own grammar while writing is horrendous in the extreme. For which I humbly appologize.

On the other hand, I'm not some (relatively) famous or well known person whose blog will be read by thousands of people.

I have no expectations of the things I write, but these affluent people of position and most of whom command at least some respect, that their work is so flawed...

It's going to take some time simply so that I can read their works once more.

And lo the end is nigh (part III)

So, while reading everyone else's blogs, I decided that everyone else leads much more exciting lives than I do.

I tend to spend my days at home reading, writing, (no arithmetic, if you please) and otherwise thinking of topics which may incite the mind to wonder.

then I go and read how someone else's day went, and my head hangs in shame.

I think to myself, why, if others go out and lead exciting lives, well then, why not I?

I could roam the streets and meet new people.
I could drive out to the ice caves with some friends and have fun slipping down the now thoroughly slippery flooring.
I could build a snowman, woman, dragon or what have you right out on my apartments front yard.
I could...

Then I open the door.
My glasses fog up.
My body begins to shiver uncontrollably.
I can feel an icicle forming beneath my nose.

Then the door closes, and I return to my spot beneath my covers to begin writing once more.

in other  news, while reading my morning news channels, I spotted two grammar errors.

Sister Armstrong, I blame you.
thanks :)

And lo the end is nigh (part II)

Well, this counts as later I suppose.

I have a question to pose to you all who may take the time to visit my lowly blog:

Which do you prefer, project finals, or test finals?

The reason I ask is because, I happen to be a fan of the project final myself.

Projects give a student time to work and research and come out with something which they may or may not be proud of.

Projects give the opportunity for students to find an aspect of a given topic to become interested in, and thus give their all.

Projects give others wiggle room to decide what could be improved, as opposed to just telling someone straight out that they aren't good enough to participate in a given subject.

in short, I find them more fun, and less harsh than test finals.

but that's simply my opinion.

For example, this final for comm 111 is a n in-depth version of a previous piece of work which we've all been able to choose for ourselves. As the case stands, each of us in class were not only able to find something which interested us, but were given the time to thoroughly discover more aspects of the topic which would in turn make the topic more interesting.

just imagine, if you would, if instead of this project, we were given a 75 question, correct the grammar mistakes test.

just saying, in my opinion, it could have been much much worse.

And lo the end is nigh (part I)

And so I say unto you all my brothers and sisters,

The end is at hand!

That day when fire raineth down from the sky to scorch this frozen land.

Until then, we're stuck in Hades ice-box.

Well a howdy-do to all of you once again. I have to admit that the past several weeks have been wearying.

where to start.

Roughly a week ago, after being thoroughly reprimanded in just what parts of my paper needed, ahem *touching up* (that is almost the entire thing needed to be fixed, the horror! the horror!) I decided that some more work needed to be done on the piece entire.
 
So I cleverly (clever for me anyways) decided that what my paper needed was one more tid-bit from my big source.

The problem being that, he's one devil of a person to get a old of.

So I tried for the better part of a week to get ahold of this guy, then presto, he suddenly starts answering my calls.

We start talking for a while about work and interests...

an hour later, I hung up feeling smart and knowledgable,

thirty seconds later started kicking the wall because I realized that none of the topics we discussed were ones relating to my topic in any real way.

So between finishing other finals and such, I spent much more time trying to find a way to use anything we'd discussed in my paper.

I ended up rewriting the darn thing three times, with many smaller revisions in between.

after draft number three, I read my completed work, and realized it was worse than the piece I'd started with.

so, with much reluctance, I have simply used the piece which was corrected in the first place.

hah....bad day bad day bad day...

till next time folks!

What's New in Learning

     Today in class we discussed just how a person is supposed to write a chronological article.

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     Now, while this may simply be my opinion, I'd have thought that writing something chronological was more or less self-explanatory.
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     I admit, the teacher brings up some good points. For instance, leading with a hook, rather than simply starting where it all began, is still a good idea. She even drew, what seems to be a lopsided hourglass, representing just where the writer is supposed to place the important elements of the story in regards to the lead, as opposed to the chronological side.
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     In other news, I still haven't finished my article on the City Council/Other City Business meeting.
     I expect to be finished with my first draft tonight. I can only hope that the meeting today has less than five main articles to cover, otherwise this may become more convoluted than I am prepared to handle.

    

Later...

I said I would come back, and so here I am.

Today's communication class entails the importance of accuracy, clarity, completeness and fairness. I find this interesting.

I use the word interesting not in the euphemistic sense which is code word or boring or weird, but rather for the irony.

Being a long-time reader of major news networks and news papers, I have seen exceptions to every one of those rules.

This is not condoning the mistakes of these major networks. It's not even a commentary on the failures of others. I simply find it entertaining to think that these multimillion dollar corporations don't follow the same rules which are placed upon us as students.

Now, to be fair, these mistakes tend to be uncommon enough that spotting them is more of a unique experience instead of an every day occurrence.

Even so, the act of the matter remains that there must be something equally, or more important which pulls at the common reader, besides the matters which are taught in these general rules.

What is the class which teaches about this separate factor called? Is there such a class?

It seems as though there are may such instances in a variety of fields, where some invisible factor is the  most important factor in a given career.

Why is it, I wonder, that the most important points or factors in the success of a vocation, field of research or hobby are the ones which are hardest to teach or describe?

There's my rant for the moment.

Much ado about Books

Yeah, the title is cliche, so sue my lawyer. He has more money than me.

    When was the last time you read a book which simply floored you? Where you read an intro, a descriptive  dialogue, an entirely profound way of thinking, whatever.

     Because it's been a while or me. I admit that I've slowed my reading habits somewhat over the years, but I've tried to make up for it by reading from a greater variety of international authors. And honestly, nothing seems to get me like it used to.

     I remember the good old days when every story about a knight saving a princess from a dragon was an exciting page turner. Now, I just find myself bored. Does anyone else suffer from this?

     More later.