May 4, 2005

Blogging Portfolio Numero Dos

My last blogging portfolio of the year. Sad, isn't it?

Grammar Panda- I never knew pandas were so good at grammar.

Punctuation at Its Finest- I like grammar a little too much I think.

Becoming Barbie (or Ken)- Not academic at all, but it sparked a lot of debate. (Let's call this the "Wildcard", shall we?)

It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To- A close reading into "The Garden Party".

As If There Was Ever Any Doubt...- Yes, I am an English genius. Worship me.

Different People, Different Colors- Race and The Color of Water.

Death of a Salesman- The classic Miller play as seen by me.

Recording- The role of technology in "Death of a Salesman".

Pick Up Play- A play for computer people.

The Diamond Age OR the Worst Book I've Ever Read- I love this book, can't you tell?

Symbolism- Sometimes You See It, Sometimes You Don't- Can you find the symbolism in that blog title?

The End of the Diamond Age- I still don't like the book, but I can tolerate it.

Death of a Salesman Presentation- My presentation on my paper.

Peer Reading- Having others review your work is nerve-wracking.

Who Knew Dying Could Be So Witty?- It is, actually.

Comment Time:
Driving Me Insane- I try to help Samantha with Death of a Salesman.

Wit and the Power of Words- My take on Chris's view on "Wit".

The Diamond Age... - I can't resist blogging on this book. Sorry Valerie.

W;t- Another comment on Val's blog.


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Peer Reading

I have this thing about other people reading my papers. When professors read them I'm fine, because I don't physically have to watch them. I don't have to see their facial expressions as they question my word choice and lack of clarity. Yet when a classmate reads my papers, I hate it. I hate "peer reading" days in class where we all share our papers with each other (Chris laughs at me when I physically twitch at the notion of someone else reading my work).

So exchanging my paper with another classmate and being forced to hear it read aloud was a less than exciting time for me. This was a huge paper, very important, and I just didn't want to hear again. Please, don't bring up Willy Loman or his hallucinations- I'm done. Yet I still had to sit there as it was silently critiqued by a classmate. Luckily, I was able to ignore half of it (simply because, after working on it for so long, I just didn't want to think about it anymore. Plus, I could practically recite it word-for-word). I was surprised during the parts I did hear, however. Sometimes I would think, "Did I write that? Wow, that was really good. 'A' here I come." Then at other times, "That was bad, horrible. I'm going to fail." I could hear all the little mistakes and problems as well as the good. I have a tendency to turn in a paper and try to forget about it until I receive the grade. Yet as I listend to it being read aloud, I had to relive the paper again. Next time, I'm bringing ear plugs.

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Who Knew Dying Could Be So Witty?

I really hate to say this, but I thought Wit by Margaret Edson was sort of, oh, witty. It is, on the surface, a sad story about the death of a brilliant professor, Vivian. Yet within that story there a sort of humor (I'm not talking laugh-until-you-cry sort of humor. More of the subtle smile sort) as this strong woman realizes that her death is near. Her sarcasm makes the play more than just another sob-story.

I would enjoy seeing this play performed. The sarcastic humor and strong literary references might throw some of the audience for a loop, something I'd love to watch. As Vivian speaks directly to the audience (something I liked, because it is so different) I can imagine half the audience literally go, "What? Who the Hell is she talking to?" Maybe there should be a disclaimer on the play- Warning: this play contains literary references and subtle humor. If you don't think you'll get it, just leave now. Thank you and enjoy the show.

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