Friday, December 14, 2012


First Piano Concert

            Today I walked up to my old, yet still beautiful, Wurlitzer piano that sits under the window tanning in the sun. I brushed off the light layer of dust from the bench and sat down on the familiar wood. I ran my fingers over the off-white keys and opened the book I used to play from. The first page I opened to was twelve. Fur Elise, my favorite song.

 I studied the notes for a few seconds then played the first measure. The trill of the few notes brought a smile to my face. I remembered when I first started playing this song, which was eight years ago. I remembered the recital I played this song at. The first recital I ever played in, actually.

I was only ten years old at the time; however, I knew that with hard work and practice I could play any song I could lay my hands on. I ran my fingers over the keys again and took myself back to Saturday, January 22, 2005, the night of my first recital. I closed my mind and let the memory take over my mind.   

 

“On the car ride over to the church I thought about the music. I thought about every practice, and every lesson I’d religiously attended over the last year. I’d improved my skills as a young pianist and this would be the ultimate test of my perseverance. The images passing outside my window were a blur as I played the song in my head over and over again.

“Lauren!” my mom blurted for probably the fourth or fifth time.

“Yeah?” I asked back.

“You nervous?” she asked.

“Of course silly mom,” I said sarcastically. And that was the end of our car conversation because my little stinky brother started singing a song on the radio, very off-tune, I might add.

We finally reached our destination after what seemed like forever. I hopped up the church steps humming my favorite piano tune I knew how to play. I opened the giant wooden doors with the huge handles and colored glass windows. The clean smell of candles and old books greeted me at the door. I ran up the center aisle smiling at every click my fancy shoes made on the wooden flooring.

            I took my seat next to my grampa and the rest of the family, who took up an entire pew. My grampa smelled of black coffee, and had no hair on the top of his head. He’s my favorite grampa but I didn’t want to make my other grampa jealous by ever saying it out loud. The butterflies in my stomach had never felt this crazy before. I opened the little pamphlet with all the students’ names and the songs they would be playing. My name was the fourth one from the top. The butterflies swirled around my stomach again.

            Mrs. Bennett stepped on the stage and made her opening speeches but I was too focused on the giant camera that my grampa was holding. It was ginormous!  And my grampa took amazing pictures with it and I loved being a model for him. Everyone started clapping and I snapped back to reality as Brandon, the oldest student Mrs. Bennett had, opened the concert.

He stepped on the stage right in front of the piano and said, “Hi, I am Brandon. I am going to play Claire de Lune.”

 

And then he sat right down on the bench and started playing it immediately, probably to get it over sooner. He looked nice in a tie as he played his song flawlessly. He finished without one mistake, so the butterflies in my stomach reminded me to do good.

            After Brandon, went Cameron. He was ten, just like me. He was wearing a tie too but didn’t look as good as Brandon, of course. He played The Entertainer really well and everyone clapped for him. After Cameron, went Emily. I couldn’t focus on her playing because all I could think is that I was next. Her song seemed to be over in just a few seconds because then Mrs. Bennett called my name.

            The butterflies started nervously fluttering around uncontrollably as I grabbed my song book and stepped out of the pew. I closed my eyes and flashed back to Mrs. Bennett’s house, where I took my lessons. I pictured myself walking down the long hallway, with all the pictures of birds, to the room with the “practicing” piano. I remembered the latest lesson I went to and remembered how I felt when I played my song without any mistakes. My fingers had just flowed over the keys like it was no big deal. It felt amazing. But then I remembered that I’m not at her house practicing and that I have to perform. Right here, right now.  

I opened my eyes and looked back at my grampa and he gives me a thumbs-up in front of his smile. I smoothed my new emerald dress, which I got just for the occasion, and took a deep breath. I stepped slowly down the center aisle until I reached the beautiful, shiny, black Baby Grand Piano.

            I turned around to face the audience. A sweat drop ran the full length of my back. My mouth felt bone dry but I managed to say, “Hi… my name is Lauren… and Fur Elise is what I’m gonna play…”

I readjusted the bench so that my ten year old legs could reach the pedals on the bottom. The keys are perfect white ivory, almost too perfect to touch with my oily little fingers. I opened my book to page 12 where the song awaited me to play. My fingers went directly to the keys, where the song begins, out of habit. I took one more breath before my fingers started playing. I get through about two lines of music before my hands forgot what to do.

My fingers were playing the wrong notes. Notes that don’t make sense. It was wrong. It was all wrong. I just stopped all together. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. How could I forget? I practiced and practiced. My face got hot. I felt like such a disappointment. I disappointed myself. I disappointed my mom, my dad, my piano teacher, my grampa. Everyone was staring at me because of my mistake at this point. I worked so hard and now there I was lost. I swallowed hard. I took another breath. I got mad at the butterflies and forced them away. I put my hands back at the starting point and started all over.

I focused hard on the notes that the music read. My fingers danced over the notes that I have played over and over again during my lessons and practices. The music flowed up through my fingers and arms and put a smile on my face. I didn’t make another mistake. I finished the song with the loudest “A” chord I could get out of that big, beautiful piano.

The crowd started clapping for me. Except it was more than that. It was a cheer! I even heard a whistle come from my family’s pew! I saw my grampa’s ginormous camera flash about ten million times too! I gave a little girly curtsy in front of everybody, which was funny to a lot of people, and skipped back to my seat. My grampa smiled at me bigger than he ever has.

“I’m so proud of you my little peanut,” he whispered to me.

“Thanks grampa,” is all I could say back with a smile. The butterflies danced around in my tummy with all the joy in the world.  

My mom leaned over and gave me a big thumbs-up, which made my smile bigger. I knew everyone was proud of me because I practiced and I practiced. And I played so good! After everyone had played we all gathered in the meeting room and ate cookies and punch together. Mrs. Bennett walked straight up to me first and gave me a huge hug!

“You did so amazing!” she exclaimed.

“I tried real hard,” I said with a smile.

“Well it was beautiful and amazing and everyone loved it!” she said back, but then got distracted by spillage of the punch bowl and hurried away. I knew she was really happy though, the happy butterflies that happily fluttered around in my tummy told me so.

I was happy too! I was proud of myself! Everything I worked for was worth it in this concert. “I will always work my hardest from this day forward,” I told myself.”

 

And I have.

I opened my eyes and looked straight at page twelve. I put my hands on the keys and started to play. I played the whole song through with no mistakes, and I finished it with an “A chord” just as loud as the one I played when I was ten years old at my concert. And it put smile on my face just as big as the one I had eight years ago.

I took one lesson a week for ten years, and I just barely stopped going but a year ago. The power to play music has never left my veins. I have played every song put in my hands. And even today, a little unpracticed, I can play. I could never dispose of skills that I worked so hard at obtaining. My ten year old self taught me that.    

 

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Hasa's Discourse Community Map

- Genres: Gym.
- Way to Join: Put everything you got into it.
- Goals: To get in a good shape and have the body I want.
- I Fit In: I love working out because it makes me happy.



- Genres: Dancing.
- Way to Join: Put your soul into it and do your best.
- Goals: Enjoy your time while dancing.
- I Fit In: I love to dance because it helps me to express the way I feel at that exact moment.

- Genres: College.
- Way to Join: Sign up for classes.
- Goals: Have a plan and do your best.
- I Fit In: I try my best and put most of my time into it.
- Genres: Friends and best friends.
- Way to Join: Be friendly, nice, and cool.
- Goals: Have close people around you that you can have fun with and trust at the same time.
- I Fit In: I'm very friendly, sweet, and nice. I also like to have fun and be social with people.

Hasa's Memoir


Ghasak Dabbach
Nichole Neff Gaunt
English 101-046
24 October 2012
The Learned Lesson
            Life is about learning lessons, the lessons that are going to move you forward from where you stand right now and make you stronger. Every second you live is a chance for success. There is always a reason for everything that you go through. Each day is a chance to gain  memories, some are going to be the reason for your smile and some are going to be the reason you drop your tears, these memories are the ones that are called lessons, because they are the ones that are going to stay in your mind forever. I recently had an experience while I was eighteen years old. It was at the end of my second semester in college, that will stay in my mind for ever, teaching me important lessons about behaving around people, mostly around strangers, and respect because that is what everyone’s life build on. 
            I have been through many things since day number one. I learned many lessons; some are still in my mind to this day. One of the events I have been through, that taught me many things at the same time, was the day I got followed by a gangster woman. My story started off with me having a wonderful day, I was in the best mood ever. My last class got canceled on a Monday, which was awesome, so I decided to have lunch with my friends before I go to my sweet home, and meet up with my lovely bed, to take a perfect nap. I got in my car, put the radio on, rolled all of my windows down to enjoy the beautiful weather, and started heading toward my house. I was driving on a road called “Martin Luther King” because it was the closest road that is going to take me to I-25, which is the fastest way to get to my house. While I was driving on “Martin Luther King” road, I was in a big hurry to get home, because as a college student, one minute counts as a difference for me.
There was a black truck that was driving in front of me, it was driving about 5mph less than the speed limit, which got me a little mad and had me start driving pretty close to it from the back. I started to notice that what I’m doing is getting the driver to drive a little faster, because she didn’t want her nice truck to get hit or scratched from the back. Once I noticed that the driver has getting pissed, I kept on doing it, because I was in a good mood, so I thought to myself “seeing someone bugged is always so much fun to watch.” We stopped at a red light before we get on the high way. From what I could see, she was an older woman, the end of her thirties as I guessed. She looked really gangster, because of the music that she was listening to loudly, such as dirty and rap music. She also wasn’t good looking at all; she had many scars on her face, dark eyeliner, and messy dark hair. She was wearing many big chains around her neck, a lot of piercings on her ear, and a big black shirt. She looked at me through her mirror and starting saying things, I couldn’t hear her because her music was very loud, as well as mine. I looked back at her and said “what do you want?” She rolled down her window, put her hand outside, gave me the dirtiest look ever, and flipped me off. The light turned green, we both just got on I-25. I was very mad at that moment because of her rudeness towards me for a worthless reason. I started speeding, moved to her left side, and flipped her off while I was passing her. I’m driving on I-25, suddenly I notice that the women with the black truck had been following me since we got on I-25, I was very scared because all the cars are passing other cars, except for her. Finally, I got to the exit I wanted, yet she is still following me. I thought to myself “now I’m about to exit, and she will continue towards wherever she is going” but my thought was extremely wrong. She exit with me, she is still following me. Seeing me laughing got her way too mad, thinking I’m laughing about her, I had mixed feelings. She didn’t know I was laughing and shaking at the same time, because I was very scared from the outcome from her side towards me. The only way I had was to get her lost from me. I couldn’t stop, because if I did, I’m sure she would of beat me up, break my car, or shoot me. I also didn’t want to go home, because if she knew, she might do something crazy. I kept on driving around, still trying to get her lost. She looked like she wasn’t going to stop until she beat me up. I’m very lucky that a police car started driving by me. At first, she didn’t care and kept on following me, everywhere I go. After a while, he noticed that I was following the police car, which finally had gotten her to give up on following me because she was too scared of me telling the police man about her following me, since we got on I-25.
            I have finally gotten home safe. Got out of my car, and ran home to my moms. I told her about what had just happened, she got very mad at me and told me that people like that would not care about killing someone in the middle of thousands of people. She also told me “never disrespect someone you do not know, especially while you are driving.” She was right. After I had a long conversation with my mom, I sat alone in my room to think of many things, such as what  might have happened to me if she got, so many scary ideas was running through my head because many people out there are living a very worthless life, which makes them not afraid of killing someone, or even getting themselves in a car accident just to hurt someone that they disliked for a very worthless reason.
            The problem that I had been through has taught me many things, true it only lasted for about fifteen minutes, but it sure is going to last with me until the very last day of my life. It was one of the most important lessons that I have learned my whole entire life. It made me realize that this life is based on respect, it’s based on respecting all of the people around us, weather we knew them or were strangers. I learned that to earn respect, you must show respect. I have learned that everyone has their own life and problems, just because I was happy and in a very good mood that day does not mean that everybody else around me is too. It taught me how to react in front of someone I don’t know very well or have never met before. It also has taught me to think before I act in front of everyone around me. No one can ever understand life, as well as what is going in other people’s minds, which does not give us the right to say or misbehave however we want to.  I’m very thankful that I had gone through this problem, because it taught me so much. It taught me so many important things, such as respect. It is true that I may have lost my life because of being so selfish, but I did not. I believe that God wanted me to go through all this scary moment, just so I can learn a lesson. This problem has definitely changed my life for the better because of the many things that I have learned from it. It has absolutely made me a much more mature person. 

Are you giving your children drugs? A rhetorical analysis


Brandy Blackburn
Instructor Nichole Neff Gauntt
English 101-46
19 November 2012
Are you giving your children drugs?
Michael Franti and Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy are rebel rockers; they write and perform music as well as support ideas that go against social norms.  In the song “Television, Drug of the nation” they effectively use rhetoric to persuade their audience that this rebel rocker movement makes good sense.  As this paper will show, though the rhetoric may seem radical at first the primary movement pulling the audience in is really based on looking at all mass media through a critical lens.  Through this persuasion the audience finds joining the rebel rocker discourse community advantageous to independent thought and avoiding becoming a desensitized drone.
In the song “Television, Drug of the Nation” The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy (DHH), led by Michael Franti, use ethos, pathos and logos to persuade their audience about the dangers of watching television.  They do this very effectively using persuasive rhetoric in many forms including cause & effect analysis, expressions of goodwill, and a deep authoritative tone.  “Television, Drug of the Nation” was released in 1992 on the album Hypocrisy is the Greatest Luxury.  Despite its effective use of rhetoric the song hasn’t been well heard outside of its rebel rocker discourse community, at least not until more recent years when the community grew due to Franti musically taking on national politics in the 2008 presidential election.  Not only is Franti’s subject matter part of the rebel rocker discourse community, but also the fact that he uses music as a political vessel.  Timothy D. Taylor supports this case in his article, “When We Think about Music and Politics,” where Taylor strives to “deconstruct the Western separation of art and politics … [when] to most people, music and politics would seem antithetical.”  In this article Taylor cites a song from the same album as “Television, Drug of the Nation,” titled “Music and Politics.” 
“Although this song, like most of their songs, is entirely political, it nonetheless ends with a fairly common idea about what music is: ‘Music is the expression of emotion / Politics is the decoy of perception,’ says Franti, ending the song in a normal speaking voice.  While seeming to accept the prevalent view that music is nothing but the expression of emotion . . . In practice, their music is political; but their words about their music revert to standard notions of musical meaning” (Taylor 505).
In this critique of Franti it is exhibited that he is truly a part of the rebel rocker discourse community in that he challenges norms outside as well as inside his own communities of musician and rebel by combining them. He uses his music as a political message while accepting it as an emotional outlet.  This paper will serve as an examination of this musical message and the effectiveness of this piece working within its discourse community by forcing the audience to take a more critical look at mass media through warning of its dangers.  Also this paper will take a critical look at Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisys’ use of logos, ethos, and pathos as effective persuasive rhetoric in their musical argument to further the mission of independent thought.
The track, “Television, Drug of the Nation,” starts out with channel surfing audio that moves through a series of commercialized sound bites.  DHH tell their audience repeatedly, starting in the beginning chorus, “Television, the drug of the Nation / breeding ignorance and feeding radiation,” which lays out the entire premise of this song.  They walk us through a multitude of reasons and examples of how and why television shapes our thoughts and manipulates our culture in a variety of negative ways.  The song builds to the final words in lines 93, 95-96 which state, “Where imagination is sucked out of children . . . / T.V. is the only wet nurse / that would create a cripple,” followed by the chorus repeating again.  The lyrics go against most popular social norms as according to Nielsen’s Television Audience Report in 2009, that the average US household has 2.5 people and 2.86 television sets.  However, RL Cawker argues in his analysis of the “Television, Drug of the Nation” music video that it may be the first impression of the song and video that it is a “tirade condemning television as a medium,” the video produced to accompany the song must be viewed on a television “and therefore [the artists] cannot be condemning the medium entirely” (Cawker 61).  This vantage point upholds that the piece is more about looking at all mass media through a critical lens rather than smashing your T.V.  This supports the fact that DHH does use “Television, drug of the Nation” as an argument for looking at mass media more critically by using television as a means to disseminate their own message of warnings against it. 
Ethos is one of the rhetorical strategies used to warn the audience of the dangers of television.  Ethos is a rhetorical device that persuades using reputation, values or experience (Johnson-Sheehan and Paine 147).  The use of ethos is extensive throughout “Television, drug of the Nation.”  First of all the leader of DHH, song writer and performer Michael Franti, is a prominent figure in the world of activism for social justice, peace, and independent thought.  In the eyes of his discourse community he has built solid credibility and proved good moral character.  He uses the song “Television, Drug of the Nation” as an expression of goodwill -- a warning to his audience of the social and personal harms of television.  He doesn’t specifically claim to be an “expert” on the subject, but he speaks authoritatively, which lends a strong sense of credibility.  
Another use of ethos that lends credibility comes in the form of identification with the audience.  This is apparent in several pieces of the song, starting with lines 1-5.  Here, the opening lines that follow the first chorus are the same opening lines as the United States of Americas Pledge of Allegiance.  The sentiment in the first 2 lines, “One nation / under God” are very familiar to the audience and are associated with feelings of patriotism.  Then lines 3-5 show some degradation of that nation the audience has loyalty to, stating it “has turned into / one nation under the influence / of one drug.”  These statements shock our patriotic value system but the rhetoric grabs the attention of its audience.  Then in lines 8-10, DHH reveals that it is T.V. satellites that link us together in social unconsciousness.  This statement pushes against the social comfort zone, but even skeptics connect with the effective rhetoric as the white noise static worms its way into their minds unfolding a scene from George Orwell’s 1984.  Ethos is also used to pull in people already apart of the discourse community with a hook of expecting them to hold similar values of dissent of social norms and prompts them to agree easily that television is the drug that influences the masses, breeds ignorance, and creates an unconscious society where we believe whatever is on the flashing screen.  At another point in the lyrics, lines 42-44, Franti points out that television is a place “where straight teeth in your mouth / are more important than the words / that come out of it.”  This lyric is an identification with the audience and displays the double standard of expectations found in T.V. versus reality.  The audience is on the outside of the television screen and can feel the societal hypocrisy.  This hypocrisy also crosses over with logos as a statement of: if you believe this lyric, you should also believe that T.V. represents hypocrisy.  
Logos is used to appeal to audiences’ beliefs, values, or common sense (Johnson-Sheehan and Paine 147).  Some of the logos tactics used in “Television, Drug of the Nation” are cause and effect, anecdotes, and cost versus benefits.  Cause and Effect in this piece, is centered on the terrible effects television causes to the individual and feeds into the societal structure.  Some of the examples of these effects can be found in lines 11-15: “Apathetic, therapeutic, and extremely addictive / the methadone metronome pumping out 150 channels 24 hours a day . . . / still there’s nothing worth watching.” Here the artists are pointing out that T.V. is highly addictive, and soothes an emotional vacancy for some viewers by filling time.
Another use of the logos cause and effect analysis is that T.V. is the cause that fills valuable time that people should be using to educate themselves about the world.  DHH argues in lines 16-21 that T.V. steals time that people in society could be using to read, “T.V. is the reason why less than 10 percent of our / Nation read books daily.”  It steals time away that people could be gaining knowledge, “T.V. is the reason … / why most people think Central America / means Kansas.”  It steals time that the masses could spend learning to think critically, “T.V. is the reason . . . / most people think . . . / Socialism means un-American.”  Finally, it steals time our nation could spend striving to understand reality as life outside of the flashing screen, “T.V. is the reason . . . / most people think . . . / Apartheid is the new headache remedy.”  These lyrics point to T.V. as the key factor in the dumbing down of America and many peoples lack of ability to understand socially constructed biases.
When it comes to the dumbing down of America, Cawker argues that these same lyrics are not claiming to “[value] books over television as a medium of accessing information,” but instead that, “[the artists] object to the use which television has been an information system which entrenches certain points of view and effectively supports the status quo” (Cawker 61).  In essence, again, its not the medium of television, but the controllers of it that perpetuate the narrow information disseminated.  Many of the effects of this information are stated in lines 23, 35,38-39, 88-89, 93.  The sum of these effects are that T.V. shapes our mind with remote control over the masses, perpetuates the status quo, and puts dampers on imagination and search for knowledge.  It directs personal thoughts and manipulates the social culture at large.  The primary anecdote also perpetuates cause and effects of T.V. as persuasive rhetoric in lines 53-56 which state, “because a child watches 1500 murders before he’s / twelve years old and we wonder how we’ve created / a Jason generation that learns to laugh / rather than abhor horror.”  This anecdote pulls in the audience with its home-hitting reality, listeners are thinking: have my children seen that much violence?  These lyrics also exemplify the cost of T.V. desensitizing its audience to violence. 
The cost and benefit analysis of logos also crosses over with pathos.  Pathos is a persuasive technique “using feelings, desires, or fears to influence readers” (Johnson-Sheehan and Paine 147). This analytical cross over is found when DHH essentially says there are no benefits to television, only costs.  DHH uses these costs as persuasive rhetoric in the fear of loss and pain categories.  They include the loss of ability to problem solve or think independently, the cost of ignorance, loss of imagination, and the cost of being duped or coerced into purchasing things you don’t need.  Cawker upholds this argument in juxtapose by articulating, “The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy are not opposed to television as a medium to disseminate information, but they are opposed to the information system which has developed as a result of a few companies controlling information we do receive through the medium.”  Fundamentally, Cawker argues that instead of it being television that imposes these costs of fear of loss and pain as stated by DHH, it’s the controllers of the information disseminated through the medium that are degrading our nation through their power that is not in the peoples interest.  Franti does feel that he is looking out for the peoples best interest however when he delivers the powerful lyrics in a deep authoritative tone.  His tone of disgust for television drive the pathos home.  The audience can’t help but to likewise be disgusted and angry over the fact that the television is controlling our social construct and trapping minds in addictive, ignorant bliss.
Going forward in the rebel rocker discourse community people will be further pushed outside of the comforts of ignorant bliss.  Being a rebel rocker means going against social norms and spreading the word for others to do so also.  This means moving ahead with an open mind and seeking valuable knowledge that breeds independent thought.  As DHH has displayed by using music as a political vessel as well as T.V. as a medium to spread their message, those within this discourse community should not only challenge other discourse communities, but challenge what comes from within.  






Works Cited
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, The Hypocrisy is the Greatest Luxury. New York: 4th & B’Way Records, 1992. MP3 downloaded July 2010.
Taylor, Timothy D.  “When We Think about Music and Politics: The Case of Kevin Volans.”  
Perspectives of New Music.  1995;Vol. 33, No. 1/2: 504-536.  Web.  19 Nov. 2012.
Neilsenwire.  "More than Half the Homes in U.S. Have Three or More TVs."  neilsen.com 20 July 2009. Web.  12 Dec 2012.
Cawker, RL. "The Representation Of Television In ‘Drug Of The Nation’."  Critical Arts: A South-North Journal Of Cultural & Media Studies.  1994;8.1/2: 56-65.  Humanities International Complete.  Web.  20 Nov. 2012.
Johnson-Sheehan, Richard and Paine, Charles.  “Writing Today,Third Custom Edition for UNM.”  Prentice Hall. 2013. Print.

Television The Drug Of The Nation Lyrics

  1.   One nation
  2.   under God
3.  has turned into
4.  one nation under the influence
5.  of one drug
[chorus:]
6.  Television, the drug of the Nation
7.  Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
    (2x)
8.  T.V., it
9.  satellite links
10.  our United States of Unconsciousness
11.  Apathetic therapeutic and extremely addictive
12.  The methadone metronome pumping out
13.  150 channels 24 hours a day
14.  you can flip through all of them
15.  and still there's nothing worth watching
16.  T.V. is the reason why less than 10 per cent of our
17.  Nation reads books daily
18.  Why most people think Central Amerika
19.  means Kansas
20.  Socialism means unamerican
21.  and Apartheid is a new headache remedy
22.  absorbed in it's world it's so hard to find us
23.  It shapes our mind the most
24.  maybe the mother of our Nation
25.  should remind us
26.  that we're sitting too close to...
      [Chorus:]
27.  Television, the drug of the Nation
28.  Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
     (2x)
29.  T.V. is
30.  the stomping ground for political candidates
31.  Where bears in the woods
32.  are chased by Grecian Formula'd
33.  bald eagles
34.  T.V. is mechanized politic's
35.  remote control over the masses
36.  co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases
37.  watch for the PBS special
38.  It's the perpetuation of the two party system
39.  where image takes precedence over wisdom
40.  Where sound bite politics are served to
41.  the fastfood culture
42.  Where straight teeth in your mouth
43.  are more important than the words
44.  that come out of it
45.  Race baiting is the way to get selected
46.  Willie Horton or
47.  Will he not get elected on...
      [Chorus:]
48.  Television, the drug of the Nation
49.  Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
      (2x)
50.  T.V., is it the reflector or the director ?
51.  Does it imitate us
52.  or do we imitate it

53.  because a child watches 1500 murders before he's
54.  twelve years old and we wonder why we've created
55.  a Jason generation that learns to laugh
56.  rather than to abhor the horror
57.  T.V. is the place where
58.  armchair generals and quarterbacks can
59.  experience first hand
60.  the excitement of warfare
61.  as the theme song is sung in the background
62.  Sugar sweet sitcoms
63.  that leave us with a bad actor taste while
64.  pop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars
65.  You saw the video
66.  You heard the soundtrack
67.  Well now go buy the soft drink
68.  Well, the onla cola that I support
69.  would be a union C.O.L.A.(Cost Of Living Allowance)
70.  On television
      [Chorus:]
71.  Television, the drug of the Nation
72.  Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
      (2x)
73.  Back again, 'New and improved'
74.  We return to our irregularly programmed schedule
75.  hidden cleverly between heavy breasted
76.  beer and car commercials
77.  CNNESPNABCTNT but mostly B.S.
78.  Where oxymoronic language like
79.  'virtually spotless', 'fresh frozen'
80.  'light yet filling' and 'military intelligence'
81.  have become standard
82.  T.V. is the place where phrases are redefined
83.  like 'recession' to 'necessary downturn'
84.  'Crude oil' on a beach to 'mousse'
85.  'Civilian death' to 'collateral damages'
86.  and being killed by your own Army
87.  is now called 'friendly fire'
88.  T.V. is the place where the pursuit
89.  of happiness has become the pursuit of
90.  trivia
91.  Where toothpaste and cars have become
92.  sex objects
93.  Where imagination is sucked out of children
94.  by a cathode ray nipple
95.  T.V. is the only wet nurse
96.  that would create a cripple
      [Chorus:]
97.  Television, the drug of the Nation
98.  Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
      (4x)



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Rhetorical Analysis: Nike+Basketball

The online advertisement for the Nike+Basketball, effectively convinces the discourse community of basketball players on all levels, to purchase the shoes by appealing the logical thinking of the audience, providing credibility, and appealing to the emotions of the discourse community. Advertisements attracts its’ intended discourse community attentions by using logos, ethos and pathos.  Logos appeals to audiences’ logic, ethos establishes credibility and pathos appeals to emotions. Discourse communities “are groups that we belong to and have communication with” (Neff-Gauntt). The advertisement being analyzed is for the promoting the Nike+Basketball shoes that have sensors in them, which syncs stats of game performance directly to your iPhone. These stats that are sent directly to your iPhone, is where one can see how they performing and can compare how they are doing with other players. These shoes are the most talked about shoes of all the 2012 basketball shoes and cost about 160 dollars when purchased online. The shoes can also be purchased in Nike stores but, have to be special ordered. The combination of the shoes and the iPhone App are supposed to improve your game by providing you stats to see how well you are playing.

The online advertisement for the Nike+Basketball shoe begins with displaying a picture of the shoes with an iPhone, showing the stats on it, placed in front of the shoes. Below the picture is the header “Meet Your New Coach” in huge, bold, black letters and is placed to the left side of the advertisement (N.P). Below this is the summary of what the Nike+Basketball shoes are and how it works. The summary is in smaller font and only consists of two semi long sentences. Below the summary there is a link in blue letters, which are slightly larger than the summary font and says “learn more” (N.P). If one were to follow the link, they would find a website that further promotes the shoes and the iPhone. Directly below this is a black picture icon for the App. Store.

The advertisement convinces the targeted discourse community to purchase the Nike+Basketball shoes by using a flashy picture of the shoes and I-phone together. Looking at the picture of the shoes creates a feeling of desire, while establishing a promise of enjoyment, excitement and pleasure.  This is done by appealing to the viewer’s emotions through pathos and allows one to see how amazing the shoes would be in real life. Every basketball player knows a good basketball shoe should have sleek style, a good color that makes the texture stand out and height for ankle support. The Nike+Basketball shoe is everything a basketball player would want in a shoe, trust me. I played basketball in high school and I am extremely picky about the kind of basketball shoes I will buy. The picture effectively makes the viewer want to buy the shoes by using pathos to appeal discourse communities emotions, but that is not all it does.

The advertisement goes on to use logos by cleverly displaying both the shoes and I-phone together, creating a cause and effect view of the picture. It creates the cause-and-effect idea of logos because the shoes are really no good for their intended use of improving for game, unless you have an I-phone to sync the stats to. Therefore, the iPhone now appears to be the center of the advertisement, literally. The phone is placed in front of the shoes, centered both vertically and horizontally. This is meant to draw your attention to the phone, which has the screen displaying the actual App. rather than showing a blank screen. Displaying the App. on the screen allows the viewer to see exactly what they are purchasing.   

The advertisement further attracts the targeted discourse community by putting the header “Meet Your New Coach” in huge, bold, black letters, right before the summary (N.P). The header and summary implies the Nike+Basketball shoes are the equivalent of having a basketball coach and effectively use pathos to make a promise of advancement because a coach helps improve your game. Below the header is the two sentence summary of the shoes and iPhone. In the summary it mentions the shoe and iPhone App. “helps you improve your game every time you hit the court,” and only makes another promise of advancement by using this product (N.P).   This causes the viewer to feel the shoes will do wonders and will most certainly improve their game. However, the shoes could never take the place of having a real coach. A coach has valuable knowledge to share and sees first-hand what you need to improve on. The advertisement summary also says the sensors in the shoes sync directly to your iPhone and records “exactly how high, how quick and how hard you play” ()This would make any basketball player overwhelmed with excitement. Who does not want to know how they are really doing? The sensors are meant to improve your game, but how does it do this? The sensors do not actually make one jump higher, run faster, or play harder.  It simply records and shows stats of what one is doing every time they are on the court whether; it is improving or staying the same. The combination of the header and summary creates a feeling of hope through pathos, which effectively makes the discourse community desire the shoe.

            Since the advertisement already has the discourse community’s’ attention it strategically places a blue link that says “Learn More,” to create curiosity. The combination of curiosity the viewer now has and the excitement they probably still has about the shoe causes them to click on the link. The link leads to a website that only further promotes the Nike+Basketball shoe with even flashier pictures of the shoe and provides credibility from the well know basketball player LeBron James. LeBron James is seen wearing the Nike+Basketball shoes, while slam dunking the basketball at the same time. Clearly this appeals to the viewers’ emotions and makes them even more excited. Overwhelmed with the emotion of using pathos effectively, the viewer buys the shoe because “conveniently” placed there on top of the page is a catchy, light blue display that reads “buy a shoe.”

Overall, this advertisement for the Nike+Basketball effectively attracted the discourse community of basketball players to purchase the shoe through the combination of using logos, ethos and pathos.  It accomplished this goal by know what would excite a basketball player. Also, by providing the convincing logic of buying both shoes and iPhone together and logically placed the “Learn More” link at the bottom of the advertisement (cite). The advertisement made the discourse community want the shoes by making promises of gain and advancement which succeeded in making the discourse community desire the shoe. Once excited the viewer continued to follow the “Learn More” link and was given more incentive to buy the shoe with the LeBron James credibility.  Overall, the advertisement fit the discourse community because it provided an easy way for them to improve their game, keep track of how they were doing on the court and made the shoe stylish, while still providing the very vital ankle support.

           
                                                                      Works Cited

Neff-Gauntt, Nichole.” Discourse Communities: Language Communities.” The University of New Mexico. Education 208, 12 November 2012.

N.P. Nike+Basketball.2010.JPeg

 

 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Ivan's Memoir


With You Right Behind Me
            Slowly my hands began to feel like concrete and the world looked so grey, yet the sun is shined so brightly.  I usually saw someone walking towards me, and ask me what’s wrong. I looked at them for a while before I responded with, “I’m fine.”  This is what I used to constantly go through when my depression was worse.  It was not until I had met you Savannah, my closest friend that made me change.  You had taught me a very important lesson and had got me to answer the question “What’s wrong?” with a different answer.
            When I first was diagnosed with depression, the counselors measured it as severe.  The affects were dramatic: loss of sleep, not being tired, or being too tired, hopelessness and more.  Throughout my freshman year, I had a major support system and a lot of friends that dedicated their time to listening to me, just like you do now. However, I refused their help.  As time passed, all my friends stopped trying to help me, except for one.  She had tried to talk to me and had tried to get me out of that ditch I was in.  Although she meant well, I pushed her away same as you and I had no support system anymore.  The next year however, is when you came into my life and changed everything.
            At the beginning of my third year in depression (junior year), I met you at our scholarship retreat.  I remember you had long blonde hair, and that you are tall.  We did not talk at all, but it made no difference because when I went home I checked my Facebook and I saw your friend request.  At first I was shy in talking to you, you were so out going and so social I did not know how I would react with you, but I was glad to know that I made a new friend that day.  It was so great talking to you, and it amazes me just how close we got; you are so funny and just so great to talk to because you are different than everyone else I know.  You are not afraid to tell things as they are, and she was a very intelligent person.  My trust in you was and still is, so much different compared to other friends.  As soon as we started talking, we knew things about each other, favorite music, food, general things but there was one event that had really built our trust.  Remember when you were hospitalized and I had no idea until I called? Well I do, I remember calling you everyday because I knew you wanted someone to talk to. 
            I knew you had no idea that I was depressed nor did you know how long I had it.  That all changed one day when we were talking on the phone I had gotten into my moods, my other friends really did not know that my voice changes nor did they really care at that point, but you noticed that, you knew I was not my usual self that day and you asked if I was ok, I replied coldly to you that I was ok.  You noticed my voice change when I was depressed, and I noticed the suspicion in your voice, but you let it go.  I had hoped that you just let it go and never bring it up but you did.
            “If you ever need something, don’t hesitate to ask me or talk to me, we’re best friends”. 
“Ok.” I said.
            You noticed again that something was wrong, and yet you asked again when I did not give a good answer last time, “What’s wrong, Ivan?” 
“Nothing, I’m fine.”  I responded in a cold voice.
“Well I’m going to hang up and you can call me when you realize that you can’t handle everything on your own” I never heard you that angry.
             In the back of my mind I told myself that I did not need your help or anyone else’s help.  My dad had always told me that a man cannot accept anyone’s help and that he has to get over or through his problems on his own.  A few weeks went by and to be honest I felt fine; I went out with friends and I spent time with my family.  I did not think of our argument all that time.  After going out with my friends, I was in my room.  I was relaxed and very satisfied with that day. I decided to text you because we had not talked since me and you had that argument.
             I did not expect you to remember that, but you did.  I remember what you said and what you did:
“Is there something you want to tell me first?” when I replied no I was surprised that you did not respond back to me, was it really that bad? 
            I was shocked to find that you were still upset with me about that, but I shrugged it off because I thought if I gave it another couple of weeks you would forget about it.  Just then however, I had fallen into another depressive episode but I assumed it was nothing major and that by tomorrow I would be feeling better.  About three days had passed and I began to feel very weak; I was tired I could not seem to get enough sleep because I was constantly waking up. I was restless; I could not manage to get enough sleep and therefore I got very irritated.  I was not eating; I would really only drink water and then head back to my room, without food and just lay in bed.  It was taking a toll on me. When I usually had my depressive episodes it was just minor loss of interest; I could not do what I liked to do, I found no more joy in writing poems, or puzzles.  I would usually lose hope, I thought that things would never get better and I did not care what I say to people because I just wanted to be left alone.  However, this episode was different because I felt like I had no energy from my sleepless nights. I just wanted to sleep; not being able to sleep good and constantly being depressed took a toll on my health. It felt as if my body was concrete, I could not do anything anymore. I did not care what happened to me, I no longer felt as if I were needed in this world, my major thought was:
            “If I am going to be like this for the rest of my life…what’s the point of being here putting everyone down?”
             I knew I had to talk to you about it because the amount of trust I have in you does not compare to any of my other friends.              Calling you that night was extremely hard, I could not pick up the phone as much as I wanted to.  Calling you was the biggest challenge because I had no idea what you would say, that episode left very pessimistic about everything, I did not even know if you were willing to pick up the phone.  The hardest part, however, was asking “[If] it [is] ok if I talk to you about something?”  I found it so hard simply because of how I was brought up.  All my fears were untrue, I picked up the phone, I called you and you answered to my surprise.  Most importantly, I was able to ask you that question and your response was relief to me.
             Instead of the anger and annoyance I expected, you responded with the upmost care.   “You know you can always come to me for anything.”
            From then on, I opened up to you, I told you the things I never told anyone else. I had told you everything that had happened with me, from when I was diagnosed with depression to now and how I felt about asking for help.  After telling you everything that had happened, I finally told you about what was actually bothering me, but when you replied, I realized that you did not judge me nor did you get angry with me.
            You simply told me, “I know it’s hard Ivan, it’s not going to be better unless you say it’ll be better, you have the power to change it and I’m here to make sure you do.” 
            I felt such a great surge of relief when you told me that, I always thought you would see me the same as everyone else, abnormal.  You did not though, and that made it even more okay with me to open up to you.
            After that night talking to you, I started feeling better and began laughing.  It felt as if a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders.  The entire time I was depressed, I felt as if I was a tunnel, and I could not seem to find the beginning or end of that tunnel.  However, you helped me see the end of that long tunnel.  I was so relieved to know that you were so forgiving after my behavior the weeks before, I was glad to know that you understood just what exactly I was going through.  This is what made you different from my other friends, you know what I am going through and you do not try to cover anything up, you told me what I needed to hear instead of what I would want to hear.  YOU made my depression better from that moment on.  I was analyzed by my counselor again to see how I was, and my depression went from severe to moderately low, thanks to you. 
            You made me realize that I do not need to do everything on my own and that if I ask for help or take it, I will not be thought of less.  I went from going through major depressive episodes to having small minor depressive episodes because I accepted your help.  Before, my episodes revolved around hopelessness, how I thought nothing will get better, that no matter what I do, nothing will change.  After I talked to you and started venting to you, I no longer felt that way.  Life has gotten so much better because of you and I have started to think that everything can change for the better if I simply accept the fact that I will not be able to everything on my own.  Even though my episodes are now very minor and manageable, you are still there when I need you and you reassure me that the way I feel then does not mean I will feel that way for the rest of my life.  Savannah, my closest and dearest friend, you have helped me more than you know in recovering from this depression.

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