October 2010 Archives

Multimedia Project

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Erin Mullen and Patrick Sheffler

Multimedia Project

Performing Arts Center

Multimedia Video: Performing Arts Center

    

     The Performing Arts Center is an impressive gift to students. Its architecture and design are both pleasing and inspirational, allowing students to truly reach for the stars. Opportunities abound here for those interested in theater, dance, and music. As a result of this hope of a bright future, students such as myself feel and experience so much life in the center. The facility positively teems with hopes and dreams of both tomorrow and the distant future alike. The students that I have had the opportunity to meet have such dedication to and joy in their chosen interest that it is evident in their every move and word. The atmosphere at the Performing Arts Center is one of enthusiasm for knowedge, a feat of which is not easily accomplished. 

    I am not a music, dance, or theater major. However, I do have a love of music, and I take a private piano class once a week. Even as a result of this one class, I am able to take part in the center. I have the option of taking the shuttle or walking down the scenic hill to the town of Greensburg where the Performing Arts Center resides. Gorgeous Steinway pianos await me, populating the facility with their pristine charm. I love coming to the center to practice the piano between classes, marveling at my luck to be able to play on state-of-the-art equipment. The faculty have are all been so kind and helpful to me, willing to share their extensive knowledgable with any student who truly cares for it. I absolutely adore my small involvement in the center, and I am very grateful for this opportunity to experience and utilize it. -Erin Mullen

I recall a time when I took a virtual tour of the new theater and arts center. The place was still under construction, so it was a private tour. Entering my junior year of high school, I was glad to be one of the first to actually see the inside of the brand new theater and arts center. I recall walking down the large hallways and remembering the color of the cinderblock walls. I can remember walking through the main lobby, feeling the texture of the carpet.

            It was amazing to actually see some of the greatest architecture in all of Greensburg. One of the greatest things I have ever seen was the concert hall. It was designed carefully to balance out the sound quality while maintaining its beautiful structure. The concert hall featured a beautiful grand piano that was off limits for all student unless one was given permission. I remember looking upon the panels and how the towering sides flowed smoothly like the clouds. The concert hall represents the journal that will keep the memories of artist and musicians. The concert hall will always represent the memories that will secrete within the walls.

            I keep in mind taking a walk within the classes of future students and faculty, remembering all the modernized technology that would soon educate all admitted. The Steinway pianos were all safe within the practice rooms along with the piped practice organ that hid in its very own cabinet. I remember the offices that lay along side the classrooms and the fancy computers that would fill those classrooms. I can remember how modern and up to date the place was. This theater and art center was indeed fantastic. -Patrick Sheffler

 

Theatre. Seton Hill University. Seton Hill University. Web. 24 October 2010

Blog Portfolio II

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Since the last blog portfolio in Writing for the Internet, I learned a great deal. First, I worked on creating a SHU persona. This part entailed learning about the type of person at which I intend to aim a multimedia message. Also, I now know about using ethos and pathos in my multimedia projects in order to better appeal to the audience and draw them toward this message. I learned about how to make a remix legally and about the extreme importance of copyright laws which must always be minded. Plus, I learned about how to create a video and post it to YouTube.

Interaction..
I commented on several blogs, a few are listed below-->

Depth...
I thought about the true nature of fear and decisions.

Discussion...
I had in depth discussions about the nature of Huck Finn's lifestyle and freedom. I also discussed the nature of love in fairytales and its true meaning. Also, I spoke with a few people about the nature of poetry. I also commented on a tweet.

Outside Material...
I remixed a few poems to create a totally new meaning in the form of a YouTube video which is invitation only to view.

Ethos...
I appealed to ethos in a heartfelt poem about the nature of being lost and forgotten, aimed toward remembering those who are in need.

Convention...

Fall For You

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watch the leaves swirl across the tree tops
letting go with reckless abandonment
falling
toward the unforgiving ground
shadows dance across the hills
causing a depth unknown in the months of bliss
warmth and summer nights
clouds invade the sky 
covering its hopeful blue
yet the beauty is extreme
the chill in the air
hinting at the coming of winter
snowflakes soon to be arriving
and the promise of comfort and warmth
by the fire 
after a long day
a warm blanket waiting for you
and a cup of hot chocolate
while the shadows dance across the hills
and the wind whistles through the naked trees



This is a poem about the affects of fall, its beauty as well as sadness.

FREEDOM

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THERE COMES A TIME
WHEN EACH DAY IS LIKE THE REST
AND EACH MOMENT IS SIMPLY A SCREEN
COPIED AND PASTED TO THE NEXT
AND THEN YOU MUST RUN
DRIVE
FLY 
AWAY
TO A PLACE WHERE THERE IS NEW
HOPE
A JOURNEY 
KNOWN OR UNKNOWN
A BREAK IN THE MONOTONY
TO REDISCOVER THE MAGIC OF LIFE
AND ALL IT CAN BE
THIS FREEDOM
NOT FROM OPPRESSION
OR FROM TYRANNY
BUT FROM SAMENESS 
FROM LACK OF DIVERSITY
FROM A STATIC LIFE
TO REMIX IT
AND LEARN 
ALL THERE IS TO EXPERIENCE
HOPE
A JOURNEY
FREEDOM

This is a poem about a road trip. It is about the freedom of the road and a journey. Sometimes we forget how lucky we are and need to be awoken.

Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night

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                                                   black swirls across the sky
                                                                mixing with orange and yellow, colors of a summer sunset
                 ethereal colors of a world beyond
                      touching the church steeple
                                      wrapping it in a warm night embrace
                                                                                   purple mountains hovering 
                                         reflecting the moon's gaze
                                                                                                             basking in its vain glory
                                                                                                        small town
                                                                                 safe in shadows
                                   falling asleep to the night's symphony
         unreal
                   unattainable
                                eternal peace
                                                  glowing with the calm of midnight
                                             the silence of rest
                                                                 the hope of tomorrow
                                                                                              yet the safety
              of the night
                               celestial bodies looking down
                                          smiling sweetly 
                                                                         sharing their light 
                                                                                   as the black swirls across the sky
                   and the milky way fades


This is a poem about Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night. It simply describes my perception of the famous piece of artwork. 

Decisions

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everything is so cloudy
confusing
convoluted
how can i see through
opposite of rose colored glasses
tainted world in which
worry reigns
fear consumes
yet there is hope
the ability to take control
of destiny
of one's future
to make a choice that will cause
happiness
fulfillment
joy
this i know
or at least i hope
to experience the freedom
of a decision well made
that frees
that opens eyes
and shows the truth

This is a poem about life's fickle nature. We must let life take its time so that we can make appropriate decisions. For even when everything is cloudy, there is always clarity ahead.

Mona Lisa

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behind those eyes
what lurks
what intrigue
mystery
the smile
hinting at a secret
yet unknown
her creator so vague
and silent
leaving behind so much to be interpreted
incorrectly
or on the right track
one would never know
hands delicately folded
as if protecting what is rightfully hers
a life we can not imagine
a landscape we can not comprehend
what meaning
what purpose 
what intention
will we ever see
no clarity to be found

This poem is about the Mona Lisa and her mysterious qualities. 

Secrets

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secret

silent

hiding in the shadows

dancing beyond reach

out of sight

yet at the forefront of mind

knowledge

waiting to be discovered

found

dragged out into the sunlight

and shown to the world

to help

to reveal

discover

yet for now

hiding in the shadows

silent

secret

 

This poem describes the elusive nature of secrets. It goes on to say that hidden knowledge could help the world in ways we are currently unaware.

Poetry

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words
like these in front of your nose
are astonishing
they can do anything
tell anything
poetry
just letters 
2D on a black and white plane
so much knowledge
feeling
depth
emotion 
through keys
or a pencil on paper
simple instruments of portrayal 
poetry
an artform of words
the construction of which can change
everything you think about your life
your beliefs
your universe

This poem explains poetry in a small way. The unlimited potential of words is the basis for an entire art form in which people can paint a picture with words. 


Fear

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insidiously creeping
into every aspect of existence
left uncontrolled
unhindered
can cause so much loss
of precious time
limited resources of life
ever ticking away
must be banished
in order to live
for time unused
is still gone
for time wasted
can not be recycled


This poem concerns time and fear. For fear whittles away time and leaves so many regrets behind. We must not let fear take control of our lives or even play a part in them. Life is short. We must live it to its fullest.

Lost

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lost
forgotten 
too far to be noticed
across the sea
in a world unseen
out of sight 
out of mind
yet out of options
so much suffering
so much pain
forgotten
yet this is a choice 
by those can remember
by those who can cause
change
better the world
by remembering
by seeing
truth 


The purpose of this poem is to describe poverty and other suffering in countries both at home and across the ocean. This is to make you think about awareness of sadness and how we can help others. 

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