Food Inc.

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.

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

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.

A Blind Leap and Tackle

Throughout middle school and high school I racked up a substantial amount of activities. These ranged from volunteering, yearbook committee, symphonic and marching band as well as interest clubs. Many to do with arts and simple tasks. My sports record can be compiled of what I have done in required gym class and soccer and tee-ball teams offered at the local YMCA for elementary students.

            When I decided I wanted to join a sport in the midst of high school it seemed easy. There was a plethora of sports options offered to high school students. However the lists of sports also had words pertaining to try outs, varsity, J.V and meeting time requirements. It was enough to intimidate and discourage. All of these teams had dreams of state competition championships, there was no room for a girl who could offer no experience and no trophies. Let alone skills. So the dream died until a card in the mail changed that. The card was a double sided post-card type and only had enough information to tell you where to get more information. It was a invitation to join the Wayzata Girls Rugby Club. I had never seen a game. I could only imagine it was very similar to football. I knew it for the roughness. But the little sentence on the card that caught my eye and ultimately made my decision was “no experience required”. How could I deny an opportunity that no other sport was offering?

            Needless to say, the parents of non-athletic girl were not too thrilled. It took enough convincing for the parents to even attend the informational meeting. Being at the meeting made it real. I was doing this. It was happening and I was going to make it happen. The risk was there and so was the thrill of being a part of something. A team, a club of girls who were doing something that was not expected, that was harsh and raw. I refused to let intimidating health forms and medical release forms get me down. This was going to happen.

            The next day at school, I was telling friends about my new found decision and watching their reaction, savoring their surprise. However, there was discouragement. It seemed to outweigh the encouraging. People here and there were telling me how I would be broken, literally. Hyperbolic scenarios of death were the new trending conversation topic. No one was taking it seriously. As the actual date for the first practice was drawing nearer, nervousness grabbed my stomach. There were so many things I had jumped into with enthusiasm that never actually ended up on a list of completed accomplishments. Was this the fate of my rugby career too? Backing out was in my mind being examined and then chewed out. This was going to happen.

            The night before the first practice came fast and the argument that night with my parents was loud but productive. I got the papers signed. With parents and myself milling over the potential problems the health release form hinted at, I waited anxiously.

            I walked into the dome for practice and that is where I spent many weeks running, throwing, catching and tackling. There were days I went home in pain and self-doubts of being able to handle this. How would I ever be able to tackle in a real game? How would I be able to get tackled in a real game? As the weeks went on my comfort level grew as well as my skills. And when that day came and the referee blew the starting whistle I took my first running step and never looked back. The repeated impacts and the breathlessness of it all was thrilling. We only won a single game that first season. Unfortunately I did experience an injury. A broken nose nonetheless, excluding me from finals. Joining the toughest possible sport that I could pick was one of the greatest risks I have taken. The fear was gone and replaced with anguish at not being able to finish out the season in the sport I had come to love.