The movie Food Inc. is a documentary about slaughter houses, food manufacturing and other food related subsets. Overall the argument claim across as putting certain industries in a negative light, as well as anyone who eats meat. The film realize heavily on visuals, this is not to say commentary and text was not used, but majority was visual. The commentary used statistics and facts creating ethos. The commentators were introduced by pinning the name to the corner of the screen, creating a smooth transition from opening narration to discussion speakers. To add tot he ethos the commentators career, or work of literature, was tacked onto the name.
The film used sign posts to separate the films main topics. The screen would go black as a simple display of texts acted as a header giving the viewer a good sense of direction. Text was also used in between commentators and visuals. When word text was used it seemed to be stating facts that followed a rather negative notion and added to a somber tone.
Pathos seemed extremely prevalent when it came to the use of personal anecdotes. The story of a mother losing a child due to industry management appealed to the viewers sympathy towards mourners. Also it warrants that people do not like to see animals being treated any less than how domestic animals are usually treated, so they show disturbing images of malnutrition and horrid living conditions.
The language is simple and easy for anyone to understand. While the sources are credible and commentators are of literary merit the sentences are short to median and simple. The ideas behind what is being said are more drawn from the audience instead of being drawn out by the speaker. This makes viewers more self aware because they are not simple being told what they should think about the situations, but rather given a situation that makes them evaluate what they think.
The music was also a contributing factor to the mood. Even in the beginning while showing images of pristine farms and green pastures, a way of life untouched by moder society the music created a sense of darkness and scepticality (i'm aware this isn't a word...i really don't know what to say in its place at the moment) about the images being shown. The music switched from happy to somber giving the viewer, in a way, an emotional queue.
Overall the documentary was effective in a sense making people aware of things they may have been previously ignorant of before. The combination of facts, visuals and well mapped out video order made it easy for viewers to understand the information it was portraying as well as create the same feeling toward the food industry that the film had: a negative one.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Capri Sun is like Crack
Seriously. I just got like 5 of those boxes two days ago. I'm halfway through my second box...i'm also the only one who drinks them. There are like 3 flat pouches on my desk...and i'm drinking one RIGHT NOW. Thats right, im useing caps lock as a form of expresion, TAKE THAT MRS. DECKER!!!11!! (and im using exclamation points too =)
Monday, January 3, 2011
Winter Apocolypse, Backup, Dexter...and lets just throw in Happy New Year since this title is already obnoxious.
The new year brings with it the closing of the semester, already annoying people turned motivational speakers (i.e those resolutioners forcing their preppy, optimistic goal setting views unto their pals), award shows and a plethora of other things. Unfortunately it also tosses the weight of de-decorating onto my shoulders and with my overzealous enthusiasm that means I'll striking every room in the house. Lovely. Christmas brought with it a beautiful bounty of presents. A portable sudoku game may ween me off my pocket tetris, but i have my doubts. Now, I'm not sure how to order what i want to say exactly because everything sort of intermingles, I'll try chronological i suppose. With me and The Pirate (step dad) in accordance with the lets-not-be-on-the-road-driving-to-Canada-on-Christmas-eve plan, the family and i stayed home. On Christmas day i unwrapped a new computer and the third season of Dexter, do to our own laziness our plan to see a movie did not fall through. The next day we went to see the movie True Grit (review to be posted later). After hearing about the storm that was suppose to befall our humble abode on Friday we decided to pack it up and leave on Thursday.
That was a complete bust. After driving half way to Fargo through the rain (that's a good 2 hours i think, but i suck at time estimations) there was a smooth transition from rainy-day to winder wonderland flurries. Strangest thing though, one second rain, next snow. Unfortunately our driving and the weather conditions were not inverse. The further we drove the worse it got. We drove until there was no horizon, not knowing where the snow covered ground stopped and where the snow fill air and sky began. We drove through white for another good hour passing cars left and right in awkward position in the snow banks on either side of the road. We had earlier decided to listen to the static-y and ancient AM station in order to get weather report. As we drove slowly and continued to pass nothing but snow-banked cars the radio told us horror stories of people trapped for up to 5 hours with rescue unable to get to them. Finally we started hearing the closing of major highways, including the one that would take us to Canada. We decided to turn around at the next exit, which was a risk in itself with all of the snow. After thirty minutes of back-tracking we pulled in into the only big town for another hour, it was night by then and it just added to the eerie and bleak look. I stepped out of the car into a nearly empty Wal*Mart parking lot and with the wind still blowing and the snow still falling hard, i decided if the world were to end in snow, it would like like this. After driving and seeing nothing else but stranded cars and the small bit of road that was not covered in snow (everything else was painted in the same shade of white) it seemed like maybe this in fact was the snow Apocalypse.
Alas it was not, just a wasted 5ish hours of driving. Well before i left Kayla (her blog) asked if we could hang out and watch that third season of Dexter (previously mentioned). And now that was home we decided to do just that. Another friend joined us after she caught up to the episode we were (in the mean time we took a break and had dinner and then went to the mall). We watched it into the new years and did our toasting while Michael C. Hall's soothing voice monoluging Dexter's thoughts as he said his wedding vows. My awesome mom had also purchased the fourth season for me upon its going on sale and we watched the first episode of that as well.
As far as my new computer goes, its pretty cool and its speed is a God send compared to its predecessor. Unfortunately i need to hook up my old computer in order to transfer my music files and videos because i need to get a bigger pendrive (or flash drive, whatever people call it now). I need to back up my purchased files from itunes as well as my not so purchased songs.
I will conclude this blog with a quote, an INSPIRATIONAL quote. No, I'm totally kidding but it is rather epic.
Miguel Prado: I accept you. I accept you Dexter like a brother.
Dexter Morgan: I killed my brother...I killed yours too.
That was a complete bust. After driving half way to Fargo through the rain (that's a good 2 hours i think, but i suck at time estimations) there was a smooth transition from rainy-day to winder wonderland flurries. Strangest thing though, one second rain, next snow. Unfortunately our driving and the weather conditions were not inverse. The further we drove the worse it got. We drove until there was no horizon, not knowing where the snow covered ground stopped and where the snow fill air and sky began. We drove through white for another good hour passing cars left and right in awkward position in the snow banks on either side of the road. We had earlier decided to listen to the static-y and ancient AM station in order to get weather report. As we drove slowly and continued to pass nothing but snow-banked cars the radio told us horror stories of people trapped for up to 5 hours with rescue unable to get to them. Finally we started hearing the closing of major highways, including the one that would take us to Canada. We decided to turn around at the next exit, which was a risk in itself with all of the snow. After thirty minutes of back-tracking we pulled in into the only big town for another hour, it was night by then and it just added to the eerie and bleak look. I stepped out of the car into a nearly empty Wal*Mart parking lot and with the wind still blowing and the snow still falling hard, i decided if the world were to end in snow, it would like like this. After driving and seeing nothing else but stranded cars and the small bit of road that was not covered in snow (everything else was painted in the same shade of white) it seemed like maybe this in fact was the snow Apocalypse.
Alas it was not, just a wasted 5ish hours of driving. Well before i left Kayla (her blog) asked if we could hang out and watch that third season of Dexter (previously mentioned). And now that was home we decided to do just that. Another friend joined us after she caught up to the episode we were (in the mean time we took a break and had dinner and then went to the mall). We watched it into the new years and did our toasting while Michael C. Hall's soothing voice monoluging Dexter's thoughts as he said his wedding vows. My awesome mom had also purchased the fourth season for me upon its going on sale and we watched the first episode of that as well.
As far as my new computer goes, its pretty cool and its speed is a God send compared to its predecessor. Unfortunately i need to hook up my old computer in order to transfer my music files and videos because i need to get a bigger pendrive (or flash drive, whatever people call it now). I need to back up my purchased files from itunes as well as my not so purchased songs.
I will conclude this blog with a quote, an INSPIRATIONAL quote. No, I'm totally kidding but it is rather epic.
Miguel Prado: I accept you. I accept you Dexter like a brother.
Dexter Morgan: I killed my brother...I killed yours too.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Blast it to the back row!!!!
I cannot contain my enthusiasm because yesterday i got the most beautiful slips of paper in the mail, I'm a senior so obviously first guess would OMG YOU GOT YOUR COLLEGE ACCEPTANCES!!!!! No, i mean yeah i would be happy but this is in a whole different plain. I just got my concert tickets to my all time favorite band, My Chemical Romance. The band that i stayed up till midnight for live streaming concerts (they were on the pacific coast) and organized my t.v and homework schedule for to see music video releases and interviews. I will be having the pleasure of singing along with Gerard Way in person instead of a mere recording onto a disc and then digitized onto my ipod. I will be going deaf from shear awesomeness. Unfortunately this concert is in April, and that's kinda a wait. But my excitement can only grow =]
It is just so beautiful..*sniffle* brings a tear to my eye =')
It is just so beautiful..*sniffle* brings a tear to my eye =')
speech
Okay so one of my top favorite speeches is from Pirate Radio but do to technical difficulties i couldn't post it here as an actual video...and the fact that it drops the f-bomb (only once!) and im not sure if thats aloud in the speech we choose for a class assignment, and its from a movie as a radio broadcast so i'm not sure it qualifies...BUT if all was right with the world this is the link to the speech i would have used----> click for a clip of a speech from an AWESOME movie, Pirate radio . SO just in case that might not work out here is a speech i've always liked, it made me feel proud to be an american and thats saying something since i'm Canadian. Here you go folks, the presidents speech from the movie Independence Day
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Annoy
When asked to pick a word for an assignmnet, i thought, well pick one of my favorite, plethora. Then i got the assignment and realized...not plethora. Pick a word and come up with as many sysnonyms as possible. This is a sample of ten words from the list i created. These are words i beleive are sysnomatic...synonymic? with tmy chosen word Annoy. (not in order of thought)
1. Vex
Vex is a verb that means to irritate, provoke, trouble. to disturb by motion, tostir up. I had made it a note to remember this word from middle school vocabulary and has helped me win numerous games of hangman. It sprouts from the early 15 centry Middle French verb, vexer which translates to "to attack, harras, trouble."
2. Perturb
Perturb is a verb, suprise. It means to distube or disquiet the mind. Its probably from 14 c old french, steming from purterber which is from the latin word perturbare meaning to confuse, disoder or disturb.
3. Prod
Prod as a verb is the act of poking or jabbing with something pointed. Prodding can mean to arouse or incite as if by poking. Also nag or goad. Prod probably came as a varriation of the Middle English word brodden meaning to goad.
4. Irk
Noun, just kidding VERB meaning to irritate, annoy or exasperate. Old word hailing from 1300-50 Middle English originally seen as Irken, to grow tired. I find it personaly humurous because in an old cartoon i used to watch, Invader Zim, his species were Irken from planet Irk. It was very fitting for the tenactious yet unfortunate invader. As human being still roam the earth freely its clear he has not accomplished his mission.
5. Pester
I'll give you three guesses on its part of speech...got it? i hope so. It is a verb meaning to bother persistantly with petty annoyance. Or maybe even possibly mean to overcrowd. Also may relate to the Middle french word empester meanint to place in an embarrassing situation. It seems the french have a lot of ways to say annoying...
6. Peeve
V-v-v-v-verb. To render peevish, annoy. 1905-10 Americanism. Pet peeves anyone? Mine includes driving with the window down on the highway, too loud and way obnoxious.
7. frustrate
drum roll please.ddadadadadaddadadaaa Verb! Changing it up here, it means to make plans or efforts (or things of the like) worthless or of no avail. To dissapoint, thwart, hinder or prevent. Its 1450 late middle english.
8. bother
Verrrrrrrrrrrrb. To gove trouble to, to annoy, pester, confuse or bewilder. Middle english again.
9. irritate
Verbbbbbbb. To excite to impatients or anger. Latin irratare-excite provoke.
10. harass
Ver, to disturb persistantly, torment, bother continually, harry (not as is potter by the way). Origin is french or middle french from the ver harasser.
1. Vex
Vex is a verb that means to irritate, provoke, trouble. to disturb by motion, tostir up. I had made it a note to remember this word from middle school vocabulary and has helped me win numerous games of hangman. It sprouts from the early 15 centry Middle French verb, vexer which translates to "to attack, harras, trouble."
2. Perturb
Perturb is a verb, suprise. It means to distube or disquiet the mind. Its probably from 14 c old french, steming from purterber which is from the latin word perturbare meaning to confuse, disoder or disturb.
3. Prod
Prod as a verb is the act of poking or jabbing with something pointed. Prodding can mean to arouse or incite as if by poking. Also nag or goad. Prod probably came as a varriation of the Middle English word brodden meaning to goad.
4. Irk
Noun, just kidding VERB meaning to irritate, annoy or exasperate. Old word hailing from 1300-50 Middle English originally seen as Irken, to grow tired. I find it personaly humurous because in an old cartoon i used to watch, Invader Zim, his species were Irken from planet Irk. It was very fitting for the tenactious yet unfortunate invader. As human being still roam the earth freely its clear he has not accomplished his mission.
5. Pester
I'll give you three guesses on its part of speech...got it? i hope so. It is a verb meaning to bother persistantly with petty annoyance. Or maybe even possibly mean to overcrowd. Also may relate to the Middle french word empester meanint to place in an embarrassing situation. It seems the french have a lot of ways to say annoying...
6. Peeve
V-v-v-v-verb. To render peevish, annoy. 1905-10 Americanism. Pet peeves anyone? Mine includes driving with the window down on the highway, too loud and way obnoxious.
7. frustrate
drum roll please.ddadadadadaddadadaaa Verb! Changing it up here, it means to make plans or efforts (or things of the like) worthless or of no avail. To dissapoint, thwart, hinder or prevent. Its 1450 late middle english.
8. bother
Verrrrrrrrrrrrb. To gove trouble to, to annoy, pester, confuse or bewilder. Middle english again.
9. irritate
Verbbbbbbb. To excite to impatients or anger. Latin irratare-excite provoke.
10. harass
Ver, to disturb persistantly, torment, bother continually, harry (not as is potter by the way). Origin is french or middle french from the ver harasser.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Tis The Season
Yep, this is gonna be a holiday blog. I promise to try not to be overtly boring or too Dear Blosh-ish. Its just barely December, and while i was seriously lacking the seasonal spirit, today i found it again. I just finished watching the Polar Express. This has probably become my all time favorite Christmas movie. If you haven't seen it, watch it. Seriously, right now. I won't even hold it against you if you leave this page right now and use some illegal source on the Internet that is streaming this bundle of holiday joy.
My lacking of holiday spirit was around the days of our first snow storm and the melting thereof (I'm not sure if that's the correct grammatical approach of the word thereof or is it there of? there-of? ..but i digress). And then i began to get the fear that, what if its not gonna be a White Christmas? You know, sleigh bells ringing and children playing and stuff? That's the one. Pfft Stupid. It started snowing this afternoon, and still is. I would know, i was just outside. At 10 o'clock. I happened to flip some outside lights on and saw that, yep still snowing. And then before i descended to the lonesome semi-basement (Its ground level on one side) to hop on the computer i realized the sign that i put up (half-ass-ily...can i use profanity?) was still lieing flat from when it fell over...probably moments after i put it up. It was red and in white letters proclaimed "Winter Wonderland". I rushed to the coat closet and dawned a jacket, a scarf and some boots. And then when i made the discovery that all the gloves i owned were actually novelty mittens (a pair of meese (mooses) and one pair of Canada Olympic mittens) i had to pull the tags off a pair of brand new water proof gloves. I opened the from door and was greeted with a gust of cold air. I left the door semi-open because of the instant new phobia of being locked out and then explaing to my parents the silly reason. I hopped over to where i assumed the sign was and started digging. I finally found. And, in uffish thought i stood, came to the conclusion that it was freaking cold out. There was no way that this sign was going into the grownd. So i tried anyway, duh, and was unssuccesful.
At this point i i thought, defeat. Just claim defeat. But alas at the end of my driveway was a snow pile tall enough. Never have I wanted a sled more in my life (Now at this point your thinking...wait, what? since when were you ever talking about sleds? Well stop being one of those who assume that people are just not inteligent and finish the sentence or next couple of sentences and give the writer the benefit of the doubt *end rant*). My driveway happens to be a monster of a hill, and its not a long driveway either. And by monster of a hill i mean steep. Steep like that if you try to back out at full speed you'll probably destroy your bumper, or like watching the Pirate (My step dad, he has a fake leg, but that will be another post or not, i don't wanna use real names on here) try to put his car into the garage on the most iciest day in my life, was just hilarious, steep as in when my dog ran out on that same icy day, we almost lost her to the bottom of the hill. I would have loved to sled down this hill to get to the snow pile. But no i walked and then stuck it in so it hit the harder snow nearer the bottom. On my back inside i decided to take a detour, and took a couple steps into my front yard and then fell onto my back. I stared up at the sky as snow fell lightly around me, tickling my face and causing some serious discomfort to my eyes. I started waving my arms and legs got up and headed back inside. (And for those who don't get the implication their, i made a snow angel).
My jeans are still damp.
Lets see, so i decided to start decorating, I'll be trying to get the tree up and done tomorrow. To my dismay when i went to the back room for Christmas boxes only about to of the six there were decorations. The rest were gifts. My mom likes to buy gifts in bulk. Yup, gifts in bulk, not food like other mothers, presents. I only have to actually go shopping for half of my friends, otherwise my storage room is like a Marshals store. Anyhow, this means that the rest of the Christmas stuff is in the garage. Which means box splunking. Which i haven't done since the great migration of this clan from Maine to Minn 3 1/2 years prior. Joy.
SO wishing everyone a happy snow fall and safe driving, because I'm guessing like half of the population in the area will at some point end up in a ditch or in an up-close-and-personal situation with another car. Enjoy.
My lacking of holiday spirit was around the days of our first snow storm and the melting thereof (I'm not sure if that's the correct grammatical approach of the word thereof or is it there of? there-of? ..but i digress). And then i began to get the fear that, what if its not gonna be a White Christmas? You know, sleigh bells ringing and children playing and stuff? That's the one. Pfft Stupid. It started snowing this afternoon, and still is. I would know, i was just outside. At 10 o'clock. I happened to flip some outside lights on and saw that, yep still snowing. And then before i descended to the lonesome semi-basement (Its ground level on one side) to hop on the computer i realized the sign that i put up (half-ass-ily...can i use profanity?) was still lieing flat from when it fell over...probably moments after i put it up. It was red and in white letters proclaimed "Winter Wonderland". I rushed to the coat closet and dawned a jacket, a scarf and some boots. And then when i made the discovery that all the gloves i owned were actually novelty mittens (a pair of meese (mooses) and one pair of Canada Olympic mittens) i had to pull the tags off a pair of brand new water proof gloves. I opened the from door and was greeted with a gust of cold air. I left the door semi-open because of the instant new phobia of being locked out and then explaing to my parents the silly reason. I hopped over to where i assumed the sign was and started digging. I finally found. And, in uffish thought i stood, came to the conclusion that it was freaking cold out. There was no way that this sign was going into the grownd. So i tried anyway, duh, and was unssuccesful.
At this point i i thought, defeat. Just claim defeat. But alas at the end of my driveway was a snow pile tall enough. Never have I wanted a sled more in my life (Now at this point your thinking...wait, what? since when were you ever talking about sleds? Well stop being one of those who assume that people are just not inteligent and finish the sentence or next couple of sentences and give the writer the benefit of the doubt *end rant*). My driveway happens to be a monster of a hill, and its not a long driveway either. And by monster of a hill i mean steep. Steep like that if you try to back out at full speed you'll probably destroy your bumper, or like watching the Pirate (My step dad, he has a fake leg, but that will be another post or not, i don't wanna use real names on here) try to put his car into the garage on the most iciest day in my life, was just hilarious, steep as in when my dog ran out on that same icy day, we almost lost her to the bottom of the hill. I would have loved to sled down this hill to get to the snow pile. But no i walked and then stuck it in so it hit the harder snow nearer the bottom. On my back inside i decided to take a detour, and took a couple steps into my front yard and then fell onto my back. I stared up at the sky as snow fell lightly around me, tickling my face and causing some serious discomfort to my eyes. I started waving my arms and legs got up and headed back inside. (And for those who don't get the implication their, i made a snow angel).
My jeans are still damp.
Lets see, so i decided to start decorating, I'll be trying to get the tree up and done tomorrow. To my dismay when i went to the back room for Christmas boxes only about to of the six there were decorations. The rest were gifts. My mom likes to buy gifts in bulk. Yup, gifts in bulk, not food like other mothers, presents. I only have to actually go shopping for half of my friends, otherwise my storage room is like a Marshals store. Anyhow, this means that the rest of the Christmas stuff is in the garage. Which means box splunking. Which i haven't done since the great migration of this clan from Maine to Minn 3 1/2 years prior. Joy.
SO wishing everyone a happy snow fall and safe driving, because I'm guessing like half of the population in the area will at some point end up in a ditch or in an up-close-and-personal situation with another car. Enjoy.
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