Blogging Final

Describe the importance of blogging to modern day journalism...

I wish blogging wasn't apart of journalism as much as it was honestly. I feel that blogs have some how diluted the importance of journalism even more than it already was. Fox news and others like that already included so many opinions and propaganda in their reports. They basically tell you how to think rather than give you facts. Blogs can be similar. Most of the time it's coming from a somewhat anonymous voice giving information that is mixed with opinions... because a blog is only successful if people read it. So the people writing the blog are going to put things in there that will make people read it. The truth isn't always the most entertaining to read. So in answering the question- I would say the importance of blogging in journalism is that it is just another outlet for people who want good ratings and don't really care how they get them.


Continue to blog??
Yes, I will continue to blog to some extent... perhaps on something else besides this site... But since I already have 21 followers this seems like a right place to start. I'd like to do more than poetry... maybe add some photographs and stories as well. Poetry is the easiest thing for me to write so that is what I stuck with. However I'd like to challenge myself more in the future. I think this class motivated me to keep up with a blog, with out a grade depending on it I might not blog as much, just being honest!

How will I change it?
I think I already asnwered that question in the last one, oops! But I'll reiterate by saying that I would write things specific for my blog rather than things I had already written and put them on my blog... I would try and give myself specific topics to write on and I'd probably still blog once or twice a week.

Thank you Dr. Clark for a fun class! I really enjoyed it!

test question

who is your favorite person in the class and why?

guest speaker poem

Dr Krisnaswami was pretty rad
he was super nice, and his accent wasn't that bad

i understood every word and sometimes I cared
he talked about india, 9/11 and I wasn't scared.

He's a friend of DR clarks, so that makes him alright with me
It was another speaker, and I'm done blogging.

something I don't remember writing... but glad I did.

I want to wrap my legs around the sun..

dangle upside down above the world and laugh at all the wars..

not because they are funny but because they have no point...

and pointless things deserve some laughter..

and everyone lives happily ever after

or before...

becuase we're here right now

and thats what we should be fighting for

our right to be alive, happy and maybe free

our right to be you, him, she, or me....

our right to love or leave..

our right to disagree or believe...

and no matter what you believe in you cannot deny this..

that those who are here are alive and those who are not are missed

and if you just listen to music then you know we exist

because you hear the way life sounds when its lived by instruments

all our choices put into lyrics and voices

all our passion expressed with noices

we all have pain and suffering

and everyone has a mother know matter how comforting

so the nature of who we are isnt about where we started

its about where we are right now

and thats how i know i wont be here for forever

becuase who would want to go through this and never

get to rest after all this life we have lived

i am living it now

i didnt make the choice

somehow i was a flower that got the chance to be born...

or a sweater that is always worn and i dont care what i am... i am here so i am proud

and because i have a mouth i have the right to be loud

and i have a heart that is made to pound... love and blood all around

and most of me is made of water

its the same with the earth and i'm its daughter

so just a chip off this huge glorious block

and i know that im the one who is gonna stop

turning and revolving

and quit my problem solving

but for now i will spin and dance and grin

not because it rhymes or because its a sin

but because this is the one life ive been given

so i might as well live it with a smile on my face

and i know that eventually its gonna erase

but that doesnt stop me from having bad days

i mean most of mine are

but that is just to say

that i choose to be unhappy, defeated and low

but now i know i can be higher and i can choose to glow

yeah i know i can be higher and i can choose to show

my appreciateion for life and everyone i've gotten to know

and if i know you i love you because we have shared the same placea nd time and space

and that deserves some reckognition with all the other lives in exhistense

so i say thank you to the sun for keeping things bright

and i say thank you to the stars for coming out at night

because there is so many of you... that i will never see

so the ones i do... are those ones for me..

and i know that to be true

but i've never been you

no i dont see what you see.. and dont hear what you hear

but that is not the reason to have you as a fear

no that is just a reason to have you as a friend

and i know that life will end

but maybe slower than we think

or maybe ina blink

i dont know i dont know

but i'm starting to show

my grace with nature and my place with danger

and none of it matters//

we are here just giving it up

giving everything we have to see if it amounts to anything

besides the chance to be alive

and i'll give you a high five just for the fact

tahat we both have hands that can make a clap

and yeah we can touch lips if we really wanted

but to do that might make our lives stunted

and i just want tolive a little more alive

and give just a little more time

to show that i am thrilled to have my own

body mind and maybe soul

but we wont know until we have gone

but i am here now so i will not let go

and i am here now... and i will choose to grow.

yeah i will choose to grow.

by chynna

not a poem.. just thoughts

so yeah... i guess ill just write some stuff down. see what comes out.

I need to take things more seriously.

I need to figure out what I want to do with my life.

I just held Mr Clarks hands... good to know I STILL GOT IT!!!

I can't tell if I'm really exited for my boyfriend i've lived with for over 2 years is moving to scottland or if im really depressed..

the emotions are quite different.

but still I cant tell.

I would love to live in paris for a semester, but i don't think it'll work out.

Im glad that girl made friends.

I'm really selfish

and messy

and dont take showers often.

i like waiting tables.

in 6 months I'll be 21.

and a senior.

So yeah... i need an interneship.

I hate PR

I HATE PR!

II HHAATTEE PPRR.

oh well..

i will graduate with a degree in it

and a double major in creative writing and theatre performance

i wish i could dance again.

like i dance, but not professionally.

and i wish i could.

but thus i cannot.

so blah blah blah blah.

im going tanning now and i feel like a hypocrite

because im usually a promoter of au natural.

but i seem to be a little happier when i lay in a vanity coffin

with pink tiny goggles

and a heart sticker on my lower stomach... LAME!!!

BUT HERE I AM.

and here i sit,

smelling like coconuts

and feeling like a balloon.

becasue my head always hurts..

filled with air and gas.

I think about

people I shouldn't.

I love sunflowers!

and chocolate milk.

but i wish i was a vegetarian.

but i just love burgers, and hate veggies and fruits...

i like beans and nuts, thank goodness........

i hope i end up cleanring how to clean.

like im sure its not hard i just never do it.

my room is a laundry hamper with a bed ive never slept in.

and chocolate somewhere im sure

i love my dad. he's a bit older, and just so nice.

reminds me of dr clark.

doesnt read or write as much

and probably eats a lot more.

but he loves me, and cares about me.

so speaking of scottland. i think i am sad.

but it will be an adventure for the both of us,

more for him, for sure.

but it will probably be the most single-ish ill ever or have ever been.

i'm always in a relaitonship, have been since i was 12.

they usually always overlap.

which is sad.

i am a libra.

such A LIBRA.

everything must be even.

tit for tat.

eye for an eye

they say it makes the whole world blind.

i am already legally blind in one eye.

the left one.

my depth perception is bad.

my temper is short.

i really do need to live somewhere a bit cooler.

not temp wise necessarily.... but like the attitude.

the mood.

the people.

i wanna live somewhere in a different country. maybe.

and i hate when people call "weed" "DOPE"

i mean its dope in the fresh prince of belaire l sense.

but not the other like meth sense.

i should enroll in my classes next semester...

someone said i may be a hipster!!

i sure hope not!!!

luke took up for me, and he knows me... and he said it wasnt!!

i shall stop now.

this is so hipster of me.

a sestina

this is a complicated form to write... your end words have to repeat in a specific order... so it sounds like i'm repetitive but I'm forced to be that way. Enjoy.

I just remembered wearing my red dress

The one that I wore that night in California

It was considered a cold night there, it was 59 degrees

I drank red wine, I was 17. He was 22, he had a beard.

We ate outside, some considered us brave

And no other night has ever compared.

I’ve drank and laughed since then, but still it can’t be compared

I have never again worn that dress

I’ve never again been told I was brave

I no longer dream of living in California

But I am not 17 anymore, and the new guy can’t grow a beard.

Yes, I have a different somebody; we both almost have our degrees

Other things remain the same, water still freezes at 32 degrees

People are still judged and compared

That man I love(d), still has a beard

He says he keeps it trimmed now and he’s decided to dress

A bit nicer since he’s no longer a starving artist in Southern California

And I still won’t leave Oklahoma, because I’m not brave.

But what good is being brave?

Being willing to do things at high degrees

Of difficulty? Well, I could be living in California

Where the warmth and the waves cannot be compared

to the sweaty state I live in now, that is as red as the dress

I wore that night. I kissed his purple lips and black beard.

I wish I could forget his brown eyes and mysterious beard

But I cannot. So I sit and try to figure out what makes a man brave

What makes a woman want to dress

in red and sit outside when it’s not 75 degrees

and talk about the difference in pinot noir and cabernet sauvignon, they cannot be compared

he said, as we watch the orange sun go down in Los Angeles, California

He begged me to move in with him in lovely California

“You won’t ever have to wear a bra, and I’ll never shave my beard

You could be a writer or an actress” I compared

this with my lonesome gray life in Oklahoma, but I just wasn’t brave

enough to leave. I guess I wanted a few more winters with -8 degrees

I wonder if he still remembers my red dress…

Or how I compared to any other girl in Southern California

Who had a dress that was red, and liked kissing a man with a beard…

It’s 3 years later, and 4 degrees warmer, and I’m still not brave.

social network

dr hickman played a movie, the social network... and so i write...

social network....social network...

i wanna facebook you so hard

i wanna lick your twitter

message me! message me!

ahhhh... i just signed on!