Good news! I understood this one. Completely. Yes it may be hard to tell from reading just text, but I am in fact implying that it was ridiculously repetitive. In fact, it reminded me of a slightly more informal version of the traditional uptight, artificially written school essay that bores me half to death and makes me shudder on how scholars and professors believe its good writing. But like I said, slightly more informal so it made it bearable.
Okay. The intro, although I am entirely familiar with it, felt out of place. Or at least there were so many better choices that the author could've used. I suppose it served its basic purpose and he did end up connecting it well in the conclusion. Another positive, he was far....far far far far away from being short of examples, connections, and citations in his text. Every other paragraph was some guy, from some time, doing something to notice they were becoming more "staccato" in their thinking. I loved that phrase.
Really, the thinks I connected with best were all of the mentions of the parts, functions and characteristics of the brain. I took psychology so most of the concepts and vocab to do with the brain i understood. As with the examples from Plato's texts as I also took philosophy and studied his works.
Admittedly, I nerded completely whenever I heard the term artificial intelligence or AI. I have followed, played, watched too much sci fi garbage to hear just about everything there is to hear about AI. and honestly, I can say I'm disturbingly open to having another processor and hard drive implanted into my head.
As a whole, I can't say I agree with the theory of the essay. Google isn't making us stupid. If used correctly....CORRECTLY....it's making us as individuals more proficient.I'd explain in more detail, but I have other plans with my day off....in summer.
Anywho, I'm not going to continue writing this boring blog with my improper vocab or writing habits. But I will say this piece was slightly less painful from the last. Thanks for the read Mr. Kunkle and Nicholas Carr.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Confusion
I'm not entirely sure I understand what I just attempted reading. It may be in part to my un-relentless stubbornness to not do my homework or because I am currently exhausted, but this was just a roller coaster ride of vivid, random thoughts, dreams, and memories from this most likely very lonely lady. I'm also not sure of at what point during the ride...I fell off.
So...I assumed we started with an actual memory of this chick's past. Although her writing may be terribly over crowded with unnecessary description and explanations while simultaneously being impossible to follow, she picked the right place to sleep while going through one of her teenage episodes. perhaps she's never grown passed those troubled teen years and the wild emotions they come with. I honestly can't fathom any other excuse as to why she would waste bandwidth on the world wide web sharing insanely detailed, random dreams of hers.
I really can't talk however. My dreams, when I can remember them, are just as random if not more. But usually...I don't give them a second thought, and I especially don't think of sharing them with others. I have to give her credit, I can't recollect that fine of detail in my dreams or back story to accommodate what's actually occurring. And I really don't understand how she has such lengthy dreams. The first time she mentions where she dreams best, she gives an example of almost the full bio of an actually living, different person. Poet-in-the-schools. Teaching a variety of characters. Staying at multiple, cheap motels. Living low. Who remembers that from their dreams?
I have to say there wasn't much of a connection for me with this story at all. It was random, it was confusing, it was utterly a waste of my time to read the whole thing, but the writing was probably better than anything I could've written. Very descriptive anyway. I really enjoyed how she talked about the hunting land for some reason though. I always felt like I could stand where she was, see what she saw, and hear what she heard when she talked about it.
I guess...all in all. I'm tired. I didn't like the story at all. Sorry. It did nothing for me. And despite the belief and well thought out argument of Louise to the contrary...I would most certainly never want to be a skunk if any animal.
So...I assumed we started with an actual memory of this chick's past. Although her writing may be terribly over crowded with unnecessary description and explanations while simultaneously being impossible to follow, she picked the right place to sleep while going through one of her teenage episodes. perhaps she's never grown passed those troubled teen years and the wild emotions they come with. I honestly can't fathom any other excuse as to why she would waste bandwidth on the world wide web sharing insanely detailed, random dreams of hers.
I really can't talk however. My dreams, when I can remember them, are just as random if not more. But usually...I don't give them a second thought, and I especially don't think of sharing them with others. I have to give her credit, I can't recollect that fine of detail in my dreams or back story to accommodate what's actually occurring. And I really don't understand how she has such lengthy dreams. The first time she mentions where she dreams best, she gives an example of almost the full bio of an actually living, different person. Poet-in-the-schools. Teaching a variety of characters. Staying at multiple, cheap motels. Living low. Who remembers that from their dreams?
I have to say there wasn't much of a connection for me with this story at all. It was random, it was confusing, it was utterly a waste of my time to read the whole thing, but the writing was probably better than anything I could've written. Very descriptive anyway. I really enjoyed how she talked about the hunting land for some reason though. I always felt like I could stand where she was, see what she saw, and hear what she heard when she talked about it.
I guess...all in all. I'm tired. I didn't like the story at all. Sorry. It did nothing for me. And despite the belief and well thought out argument of Louise to the contrary...I would most certainly never want to be a skunk if any animal.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)