Notes on Worldview, Popcyle, Psychogeography:
A Modernist Paradigm with Post-Modern Results
cognitive mapping
hermeneutic lens
the private and the public,the psychological and the social, the poetic and the political…
Mystory
The premise of the mystory is that each discourse is organized around the discovery, definition, and (sometimes) solution of exemplary problems. To find our wide image requires a passage through the equivalent of these identifications in one’s own popcyle
Anagogical = political reading (collective “meaning” of history)
Moral = psychological reading (individual subject)
Allegorical = allegorical key or interpretive code
Literal = historical or textual reference
| Discussion: Recognition
requires the acknowledgment of bodily responses, first; then, in order “to map the conditions of the popcyle” we need to document the institutions, discourses, figures, theories, etc., used to shape the larger, universal narrative of humanity and/or human civilization
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softballfan12827 // March 10, 2008 at 1:08 pm
Micro Scene 1
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During my winter break from college, I was driving back home from taking my little brother, Jared*, to school. It was horribly foggy that morning, and I couldn’t even seen ten feet in front of me. The speed limit was 55 mph, but I was only going between 35 and 45 mph. I came around a sharp bend in the road, and , all of the sudden, I saw flashing yellow bus lights. It was far too close for me to stop before i got to the bus so I slammed on my brakes.Then I saw two little boys… no older than ten… standing in the middle of the road. All I could do was scream… and pray. When my car finally came to a stop, I jumped out and all I thought was “Holy shit I’ve jsut hit a kid.” Then I saw them standing off to the side of the road. It was like someone had poured a ten gallon bucket of cold relief over my head. This is one of the scariest time in my life.
countrygirl07 // March 17, 2008 at 3:35 pm
Memory Glimpse
A scene that came to mind right off thebat was my first day of headstart. It was something that I will never forget. Nancy, my mother told me that I was going to headstart so she could go to her GED class. The day that she told me about rolled around, She walked me into headstart to drop me off. Once inside I began to beg her not to leave there. I told her that I did not want to go. She told me that I had to stay and left me standing there crying. When the day was over, I did not want to leave.
Micro Scene 1
May 27, 2007, was a day to remember because I graduated from Ritchie County High School. I remember seeing a lot of people enter the gymnasium. I could hear voices and people talking outside of the auditorium. I walked out of the auditorium with my best friend, Meranda to see if our families were there yet. We talked with our fellow classmates and friends before we graduated. We all gathered back into the auditorium around 1:50 p.m. during this time one of our fellow classmates talked to us. His grandmother had passed away two weeks before graduation and we all sent flowers to her funeral. He had us all in tears before we even walked into our graduation. I walked in the gymnasium to see it completely full. I could my family scream and holler as they announced my name. I sat two rows back from the front of the gym floor and could see everyone in the bleachers. I sat there listening to the principal and our fellow classmates give their speeches. Our class just sat there just waiting for all of it to be over because it meant we were no longer high school students. We all cried as our slide show of everyone’s baby, senior, and friends pictures were displayed for our families. It now came the time to walk across the stage, a moment everyone had waited so long for. I cried as my name was being called but my family was cheering me on at the same time. After graduation was over, everyone went outside to get their last pictures of the whole class together and of their friends. Several people had parties to celebrate their graduation. We went to a couple of those parties where people were getting drunk and passing out. This was a great day!
Micro Scene 2
On January 22, 2008, I was driving to college on Route 47. It was snowing but it was a really fine snow so I did not think anything of it. I left where my mother and grandmother was around 8:30 a.m.. I was going between 25 to 35 miles per hour when I had hit a slick spot of snow or ice but I am not sure of which one it was. This all happened at 8:45 a.m. and I was only five minutes away from where my mother was. The ice or snow threw my car towards the embankment of rocks. It made my car turn back towards the other embankment which was a hillside of trees with the Hughes River right beside of it. The speed and snow made my car go airborne before I could even react. I hit the first tree going about 25 mp.h.. This tree made my engine and everything quit running. My car began to roll, it rolled three times during this process I hit a second tree. I closed my eyes during all of the rolling but I could feel it happening. I opened my eyes as I was hitting a third tree before the car came to stop. I had two inches to crawl out of my driver side door which was up against the third tree. I crawled up the embankment on my hands and knees because I could hardly breathe. I made it up the embankment and started walking towards the store just up the road from where I wrecked. I flagged a woman down that had just left where my mother was at. I explained to her what had happened and asked if she could take me back to where my mother was. My mother had already left but we passed her. We got her to stop and I told her what happened.
mikeyrich // March 19, 2008 at 4:32 am
There I sat, with 45 of my peers. Many of them my age(19), some of them older and a few younger men. Almost all of us had an extremely long day, bouncing from one airport to the next, from flight to flight. We had finally reached our destination, only to be packed in a bus and sent on one last 3 hour ride. As I looked around I saw many eager faces, including the one that stared back at me from the window. Sometimes I still wonder if that eagerness we held was a tool or flaw. We had all almost certainly saw the same ads:” See the world, Be all you can be…” and so on. While we coasted down the same Texas roadway that thousands had before us, I thought about everything. Life, from before and from this point on. Family, where they were at that moment and what they were doing. Then all at once, I heard a battle cry of sorts. It was the group of six guys behind me that had been loud and obnoxious the whole ride so far. They yelled something about pride in the Air Force. I could have cared less what it was they screamed, although i was semi-pissed off that they had snapped me out of my last daydream before being held prisoner for six weeks. We were on our way to Lackland Air Force base in San Antonio, for basic training. My eyes started to drift back out my window, and I slipped back into my thoughts. Then we passed an exit ramp. I looked at the little city that the exit led to and was swept up in a flood of thoughts and emotions. Was I doing the right thing? Do I know what the right thing for myself is yet? Is it just too damn late now, if this isn’t right. It was too late, we were minutes away from Lackland and all I could do was wonder what was next and try to prepare for this unknown…..
mikeyrich // March 19, 2008 at 4:36 am
There I sat, with 45 of my peers. Many of them my age(19), some of them older and a few younger men. Almost all of us had an extremely long day, bouncing from one airport to the next, from flight to flight. We had finally reached our destination, only to be packed in a bus and sent on one last 3 hour ride. As I looked around I saw many eager faces, including the one that stared back at me from the window. Sometimes I still wonder if that eagerness we held was a tool or flaw. We had all almost certainly saw the same ads:” See the world, Be all you can be…” and so on. While we coasted down the same Texas roadway that thousands had before us, I thought about everything. Life, from before and from this point on. Family, where they were at that moment and what they were doing. Then all at once, I heard a battle cry of sorts. It was the group of six guys behind me that had been loud and obnoxious the whole ride so far. They yelled something about pride in the Air Force. I could have cared less what it was they screamed, although i was semi-pissed off that they had snapped me out of my last daydream before being held prisoner for six weeks. We were on our way to Lackland Air Force base in San Antonio, for basic training. My eyes started to drift back out my window, and I slipped back into my thoughts. Then we passed an exit ramp. I looked at the little city that the exit led to,eerily similar to good ol’ Parkersburg, and was swept up in a flood of thoughts and emotions. Was I doing the right thing? Do I know what the right thing for myself is yet? Is it just too damn late now? I felt like I was standing in the middle of the busiest highway as all these thoughts just flew passed me. none of them could be stopped or flagged down. It was too late, we were minutes away from Lackland and all I could do was wonder what was next and try to prepare for this unknown…..
countrygirl07 // April 13, 2008 at 5:55 pm
I used the ideas of how the movie was constructed or would be viewed to write my paper. I tried to tell how my character would do things in the world if he was alive. I tried to view the attitudes of all the characters and the setting.
piggypablo7 // April 13, 2008 at 8:47 pm
For my testimonial, I reflected upon my experiences and adventures as a Ninja Turtle lover when I was five years old.
The techniques I used was to flashback on why I acted the way I did. I created a scene to show what happened and followed up with reasoning for how the Ninja Turtles affected my family.
What was the solution to my adventures with the Ninja Turtles? A direct response was caused due to my actions that I had taken by loving the cartoon I watched. I interpreted the solution that I thought happened by a cause and effect scenario.
lex15 // April 14, 2008 at 12:01 pm
The message I find in Alice in Wonderland is the world is a different place outside your family setting. Even though you may feel lost and alone you will always find your way back. I believe this movie gives us a way to escape into fantasy inside a strange and exciting world in which we can find characters from our own life. The movie shows us how to overcome adversity through continued perseverance. We learn that things are not always, what they seem and through a song called “unbirthday,” we learn to celebrate everyday life.
lex15 // April 14, 2008 at 12:01 pm
The condition of modern life we inherit would involve dependency on oil. Over the past century, we have become a nation that is depending upon overseas corporation’s involvement distributing oil. OPEC is the leader in oil production. This has recently led to major problems in the United States and the world. The price of oil has jumped even higher in recent years due to the war in Iraq. It would seem the oil industry created a monopoly; they rule the world due to our dependency.
If we are to give the next generation a chance at independence, we need to start now. The world needs to begin researching better alternatives to oil. If we continue on this path, the next generation will inherit an even bigger problem; disaster will strike leaving the economy crippled.
lex15 // April 14, 2008 at 12:04 pm
The link to my blog is:
http://lexsenglishblog.blogspot.com/
countrygirl07 // April 14, 2008 at 2:24 pm
Testimonial
My all- time favorite movie from my childhood is Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice’s setting is in New England around the 1970’s. The beginning of the movie tells that they are going to die and Beetlejuice can be heard laughing. The attitudes are very negative when it comes to believing in ghosts or live after death. Beetlejuice’s character is suppose to scare people but it does not work.
Barbara and her husband live in this nice beautiful New England house. The couple goes into town to buy some things for the house at the hardware store. They were on their way back home when they swerved to miss a dog that was on the bridge. However, they went over to far and drove off a bridge into the water and died. Their ghosts appear at the house that they use to live in. Beetlejuice is already dead but he goes through a local newspaper and decides to prey on the dead couple.
A couple becomes interested in the house so, they brought the house. The new couple has a daughter named Lydia. They walked through the house looking and checking out every little thing. Lydia videotaped everything that she could possibility tape but the attic. Lydia’s mother decides that she wants to redecorate the house by painting the rooms. This upsets Barbara so, they do things to try and scare the family away. However, this did not work and the house got remodeled which included getting rid of Barbara things.
Barbara and her husband find an advertisement in the attic for a bio-exorcist named Beetlejuice. However, it did not tell any information on how to contact him but lists his name three times. Lydia was outside taking pictures when she noticed Barbara and her husband looking out the attic window. Jane, who was friend’s with the Barbara gives Lydia a skeleton key which is suppose to open any door in the house. The television in the attic turns on where Barbara and her husband are as Lydia is trying to unlock the door. The television commercial
was for Beetlejuice says that he could get rid of unwanted people that are living in someone else’s house by saying Beetlejuice three times. Barbara finds a book about decreased people so, she reads the book.
Lydia tries to get into the attic and as she tries Barbara and her husband draw a door like the book says. Lydia finally gets into the attic and discovers a model of the town. Barbara and her husband went through the door they drew which leads them to a waiting area full of dead people. Barbara case worker told them that they had to get the people out of the house themselves not to use Beetlejuice. Barbara and her husband try to scare Lydia’s family away but it did not work. Lydia meets Barbara and her husband so they talk about everything. Barbara decides that they should call Beetlejuice to help them. After they awoke Beetlejuice, they decide that they do not want to work with him but they did not say his name three times to get rid of him.
Barbara decides the night that Lydia’s family is having people over that it would be a good night to try and scare them. However, it did not work like they wanted it to. Lydia tells the house guests that the house is haunted with ghosts. The house guests did not believe that the house is haunted so they all leave. This makes Lydia’s mother mad so, she demands that Lydia take her
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up there to speak with the ghosts. Barbara and her husband jump out the window as they are walking into the attic. Beetlejuice laughs at Barbara and her husband because they could not scare anyone.
Beetlejuice appears as Lydia and her family is leaving the attic. Everyone starts running as Beetlejuice starts chasing and trying to scare them. Barbara tries to come up with another way to scare the family off. Beetlejuice begins talking to Lydia about the stuff that is going on. Beetlejuice tries to marry Lydia but Barbara stops the wedding by saying Beetlejuice three times. However, Beetlejuice turned Barbara and her husband into older people and made their teeth fall out before they got to stop the wedding.
Lydia leaves Barbara a note saying that she wanted to die and how she was going to kill herself. She was going to do this because she was not being able to pass her classes. Barbara and her husband tell Lydia that they will help her pass her classes. Lydia studies with them up until the day of the test. She comes home and tells them that she got an A on her math test. Lydia got a C her on science project because she would not cut open a frog.
countrygirl07 // April 14, 2008 at 2:35 pm
I learned a lot in the discussion today. i learned inference is an opinion based on a fact. Values are established and beliefs are what we know or believe in. Values are something we learn before the age of five and are hard to change after that. Facts are proven and a veriferable unit of information.
jmh131 // April 14, 2008 at 7:21 pm
My testimonial was constructed by the contribution of watching the movie “Cinderella” as a child. The method that I used while constructing my paper was based on the characteristics of Cinderella, such as: caring, trustworthy, strong-willed, and independent. On the basis of these aspects, I can reflect on this movie and realize how much of an impact this movie had on me while watching it as a child. This movie just proves that a person can be torn to pieces, abused, and humiliated, and yet still be strong. Unfortunately, children’s movies have become so violent and contain content and humor that is only appropriate for adults. It’s a shame that children don’t have many positive role-models, or heroes, to look up to today.
jmh131 // April 14, 2008 at 7:33 pm
Mrs. Harris visited our class today to lecture on distinguishing between fact, opinion, and inference. She began her lecture by distinguishing the difference between a belief and a value. Up until today, I related the two terms to be quite similar, however, I was wrong. Values can refer to family, education, and success. In contrast, some beliefs are based on knowledge. Today, I learned that inference is an opinion based on a fact. Mrs. Harris did a great job in using examples of each that are revelant to the class. For instance, when she used politics and the upcoming election, it was easy to relate to.
scd015 // April 16, 2008 at 2:54 am
Mrs. Harris joined our class for a day, and got a little lesson on Gregory Ulmer, and in return, we received some lessons from her. She defined beliefs (a mental acceptance of an idea) and values (social standards held by an individual or group), and stated that our value structure is established by the age of five. At what point did I change my value system? This was a question I wrote in my notes, and I am not sure I know the answer.
I understand the difference between fact and opinion, but inference hasn’t always been so clear. To infer, or make an inference is to state an opinion based on fact. An opinion is a belief on what seems to be true in someone’s mind.
Other words related to this topic are:
view – an opinion affected by one’s personal manner of looking at things.
conviction – a strong belief about whose truth one has no doubts.
sentiment – an opinion that is the result of deliberation but is colored with emotion.
persuasion – a strong belief that is unshakable because one wishes to believe in its truth.
(Source: Good old Webster’s Dictionary)
Thank you again, Mrs. Harris, for your contribution to our class.
mikeyrich // April 16, 2008 at 11:05 am
I only had one question that I didnt get answered from Mrs. Harris Monday morning. She stated to Mr. McKenzie that him watching the live video of the planes flying into the WTC buildings was like watching the cameras that were outside the O.J Simpson trial. I dont understand this at all. Having a view outside the buildings let us see the actual happenings and the attacks that were actually taking place. Having watched the attacks from inside the buildings may have given us a different view of the attacks (more from victims point of view), but I dont think that if we had seen it from this point of view it would have made anyone more of an expert on the attacks. This would have just let us see the more human aspect of the attacks. Maybe someone can help me to understand what she was getting at?
mikeyrich // April 16, 2008 at 11:06 am
Thanks Again Mrs. Harris
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