Monday, September 28, 2009

The two articles “The Internet Is No Substitute for the Dying Newspaper Industry” and “Is Google Making Us Stupid?” reflect view on how the Internet is affecting people in addition to showing how distinct the differences between traditional and technological text are.

In Carr’s article he shows how the usefulness of the Internet, namely Google makes us lazy. Honestly, how long has it been since you picked up a dictionary, why waste a minute or two looking up a word, when you can easily find its case history within twenty seconds online? Throughout his piece Carr compares how he once was able to sit and read long novels such as War and Peace yet now he can barely do so because the Internet offers a much more compact way of getting everything out of the book. Though he seems to show some negative aspects that come with the usage of the Internet such as laziness, he also plays up the benefits it offers. For example one feature that the Internet has the book or newspaper cannot give is the hyperlink, when reading online instead of having to look elsewhere for material being referenced to fully understand what is going on, being online allows you to directly access other works with just one click. Another point Carr makes is “Research that once required days in the stacks or periodical rooms of libraries can now be done in minutes. now that the world of information is basically at our fingertips. However, with all this handy it seems that people are being too dependent on the web. Which I believe is true; I know the first thing I think of doing when my parents force me to stay home is to come online. I can do just about anything with the computer, I can watch my favorite shows, see and chat with friends, read, and listen to music.

In the second article Hedges points out that the reason the decline of newspapers is not because of the Internet but because PEOPLE prefer “fast moving images rather than print.” Throughout his article, Hedges argues that whereas the Internet can be a useful tool to people, it cannot replace what the newspaper stands for. Newspapers, when well run, are a public trust. They provide, at their best, the means for citizens to examine themselves, to ferret out lies…” Though you can find out just about anything online, the newspaper offers more authority than you can find online. He also points out that in any case the actual newspaper is where most of the people that are writing online get there information, so you might as well be reading the newspaper rather than someone’s personal take on what is going on in the world. He states that REAL “journalism is about transmitting information that doesn’t care what you think.” However, I think he is a bit extreme when he says that the democracy will die if there aren’t strong enough sources distributing information, yes I agree that people can be easily mislead without proper outlets of information, but I don’t think that the government that is supposed to be based on the opinions of the people will die because of the opinions of the people.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Onion

The Onion takes real current events and satirizes them to make them funny yet, show how ridiculous some things really are. For example, in the article about Bush, he is reminiscing about his two terms in office, and how he had great power for nearly a decade, yet did nothing significant. And in the video news report about “The Next Big Thing” being created at the Disney Labs.

http://www.theonion.com/content/video/disney_lab_unveils_its_latest

I found this particularly funny, because as an 18 year old I still enjoy watching the Disney Channel with my cousins and friends, and it was really funny because for the past few years, it seems you can only get a job at Disney if you’re a triple threat, meaning you can sing, dance, and act.

Movie Mania


WASHINGTON- With November just around corner, the craze has begun again. Hundreds of local Twilight fans have gathered in two of the towns mentioned in the best selling novels written by Stephanie Meyer, collecting the latest memorabilia to show off at the premiere, proving that not even a recession can can stop them from supporting their favorite vampire(s).

Chain stores like Hot Topic are cashing in on the benefits the Twilight craze has caused. From their t-shirts to backpacks, Twilight fans can’t seem to get enough.

“Yes, a Twilight lunchbox! I’m going to take this to college!” Samantha Mendez commented inside of a Hot Topic store.

“I’m going to buy this body shimmer glitter thing, I want to shine in the sun just like Edward.” Her younger sister Katherine Mendez said as she too gazed at the huge display of Twilight related items.

“I haven’t played with dolls since I was eight, but I’m saving up to get the Edward and Bella Barbie dolls.” Excited 18- year old Cledis Ramirez told us.

Some locals are even offering to give tours around Forks, Port Angeles, and La Push to make a profit off of the obsessed fans: both resident and tourist.

“We’re hoping that maybe if hang around near the woods long enough, werewolves or vampires might come out.” Says a local teen about her and her friends that have been on the tours quite a few times.

Catching up with a tour group just before they headed out some stopped to be interviewed.

“I’m really looking forward to Port Angeles, I want to visit where Edward and Bella had their first date! If there is enough time my friends and I might even get to try the food that Edward bought for her.”

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Five Girls Boycott Prom



NEW YORK- Five friends gather in the South Ozone Park community on a Friday night to avoid the cliché of prom.

“I’d rather spend my last few days of high school with my close friends, rather than watch a bunch of people I’ve never spoken to dance like idiots all night.” Sharan Saini told reporters.

Best friends Devi Lall and Megan Persaud had been planning to avoid prom since their freshman year of high school, and quickly gained the support of three others within the next four years. “Prom is too expensive, my parents won’t mind if we do something smaller.” Karuna Kumari, another involved in the boycott, commented.

Not taking away from their daily routines, the girls planned to meet at Megan’s home in South Ozone Park to get ready after taking care of their responsibilities. They decided to dine out and come back to the home of Ms. Persaud for a birthday celebration.

Throughout the night the five proved to escape on cliché and fall into another. “We ended up acting like typical girls, from watching movies while popping popcorn, to having a crazy pillowfight.” Mili Ali states. “I’m going to miss my friends when I go away to college this Fall, I won’t have these crazy moments anymore.”

“It was the best night, because on Monday our friends that actually went to prom complained about how bad it was, and told us how much they wished they had done what we did.” Said Ms. Lall.

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I remember my fake prom…

Every girl dreams of the perfect prom; beautiful dress, perfect hairdo, date, and limo to make it the “best night ever.” Well, I had a dress, I combed my hair, had four dates and an Altima. And in my opinion it WAS the best night ever.

Being the typical brown girls that we are, we wanted to have FUN on our prom night, yet we didn’t see the point in spending SO much money on just one night. With that in mind my friends and I created our own rendition of prom that was truly a night I will never forget.

Starting the day Mili and I went to school while Sharan, Devi, and Karuna went to work [coughdropoutscough] at the designated Senior Project area, Coler Goldwater Hospital. We had all planned to meet up at my house to get ready. Finally, at around four I had already done my hair when the others began to arrive. First to get there were Devi, Karuna, and Sharan, a few minutes later Mili arrived and Sharan’s cousin Sandeep to help us if we needed it.

We spent two long hours getting dressed up to meet Sharan’s standards, “Come on guys! This is prom, just because we’re not going doesn’t mean we can’t dress up”; and waited for my mother to come home and approve of us [there is probably an unspoken brown parent code…] before we could leave. After our ten minutes of surveillance, we piled into Sandeep’s car and drove off to a Chinese restaurant. After running to the building in the light rain, slipping around the floor of the restaurant in our heels and eating, we got back into the car and headed back to my house for part two of our night; with a quick pit stop at Walgreens, we picked up popcorn, ice cream, and soda to finish off the rest of our night.

When we got back at around ten the house looked different, it was full of food and my parents were…hiding in the basement. Soon after my dad knew we were home he left for work and my mom came upstairs and we took over the basement. For the first few hours we blasted music and danced around still clad in our dresses. By one, the chocolate covered coffee bean we had all consumed at dinner had worn off and almost all hyper-ness had ceased. We changes into our pajamas and made our beds for the night, Mili put the popcorn in the microwave while I set up the DVD player manually because she [Mili] took the remote to the kitchen so that we wouldn’t ruin the surprise she had for us. The opening menu of the DVD came on and we all got happy thinking we were going to watch Antique Bakery. When Mili came back into the living room and pressed play we were expecting the opening scene of an Asian movie, instead we saw ourselves, a slideshow of all the great moments we had ALL shared together within the past two years. After a half an hour of memory lane, Sharan wacked me on the head with a pillow, in shock I took mine and tried to smack her instead she ducked and I ended up smacking Mili, which then started a clichéd pillow fight. After it ended Mili pulled out another DVD she made, the first four episodes of Hana Kimi [Japanese drama based of a manga]. By three o’clock, one by one we each dropped off into dreamland.

I was woken up at five by the sound of the printer, making copies of my mom’s work. Disregarding it I looked around to see everyone was still sleeping, naturally I went back to sleep. Around seven my eyes opened again, this time I wasn’t the only one awake, Karuna and Mili were as well, Mili playing with the multiple iPods and Karuna watching dramas. After everyone was awake, we tidied up and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. We sat around the table eating, talking and laughing all day, at noon Devi and Sharan, the two that are always hungry, decided that it was lunchtime. Getting up, Mili, Devi, Sharan and began to cook [we left Karuna alone because we always force her to cook for us].

Finally, after cooking so long in the heat we were done and ready to eat, when Mili decided that she didn’t want lomein because she hated noodles. Informing her that she had to eat, she grudgingly took it and proceeded to make a noodle float by pouring Pepsi and ice into her plate. We laughed so hard that we couldn’t breathe; Sharan couldn’t take it anymore and fell onto the hardwood floor, rolling.

Sadly, at some point all good things must come to an end, it was time for the girls to go home. We cleaned up the kitchen and living room and went upstairs so that they could pack their things and go home. The adventure had ended for me.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Blogs...

Right from the start Michael Skube states that bloggers are the most attention-grabbing people on the web. Bloggers are like reporters without obligations, they have no limitations to what they can release. According to Moulitsas, a blogger himself, regards fellow bloggers as a means of keeping the media in check, keeping it honest; they “consider themselves a kind of ‘citizen journalist’”; knowing that they can somehow make a difference inspires them to put their opinions out there onto the net for anyone that comes across it to read. He also stresses that blogging cannot compare to journalism in that facts play a key role in distinguishing the news n general than of one’s perception of the news. Basically, he acknowledges that blogging has found its way into the media, but could never replace the traditional form of reporting.

In “The Blogging Revolution” Andrew Sullivan, writes praising blogging as a free way for one to express thoughts and feelings regarding general topics of interest, without restrictions that a traditional journalist would have. Though their individual views may clash they both cannot deny that blogging has made a major impact on the way journalism functions.

I would have to agree with Sullivan because whether it is fact or not, an opinion is still an opinion, and though things can be misconstrued at the end of the day it’s still simply just a personal escape to vent thoughts. As well as readers feeling that they can relate personally to what others are saying in blogs whereas in a formal news piece there is no feeling other than that of what is what period.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

I remember...



I remember my fake prom…

Every girl dreams of the perfect prom; beautiful dress, perfect hairdo, date, and limo to make it the “best night ever.” Well, I had a dress, I combed my hair, had four dates and an Altima. And in my opinion it WAS the best night ever. [L-R Devi, Sharan, Mili, Karuna]

Being the typical brown girls that we are, we wanted to have FUN on our prom night, yet we didn’t see the point in spending SO much money on just one night. With that in mind my friends and I created our own rendition of prom that was truly a night I will never forget.

Starting the day my friend Mili and I went to school while our other friends Sharan, Devi, and Karuna went to work [coughdropoutscough] at he designated Senior Project area, Coler Goldwater Hospital. We had all planned to meet up at my house to get ready. Finally, at around four I had already done my hair when the others began to arrive. First to get there were Devi, Karuna, and Sharan, a few minutes later Mili arrived and Sharan’s cousin Sandeep to help us if we needed it.

We spent two long hours getting dressed up to meet Sharan’s standards, “Come on guys! This is prom, just because we’re not going doesn’t mean we can’t dress up”; and waited for my mother to come home and approve of us [there is probably an unspoken brown parent code…] before we could leave. After our ten minutes of surveillance, we piled into Sandeep’s car and drove off to a Chinese restaurant. After running to the building in the light rain, slipping around the floor of the restaurant in our heels and eating, we got back into the car and headed back to my house for part two of our night; with a quick pit stop at Walgreens, we picked up popcorn, ice cream, and soda to finish off the rest of our night.


When we got back at around ten the house looked different, it was full of food and my parents were…hiding in the basement. Soon after my dad knew we were home he left for work and my mom came upstairs and we took over the basement. For the first few hours we blasted music and danced around still clad in our dresses. By one, the chocolate covered coffee bean we had all consumed at dinner had worn off and almost all hyper-ness had ceased.

We changed into our pajamas and made our beds for the night, Mili put the popcorn in the microwave while I set up the DVD player manually because she [Mili] took the remote to the kitchen so that we wouldn’t ruin the surprise she had for us. The opening menu of the DVD came on and we all got happy thinking we were going to watch Antique Bakery. When Mili came back into the living room and pressed play we were expecting the opening scene of an Asian movie, instead we saw ourselves, a slideshow of all the great moments we had ALL shared together within the past two years. After a half an hour of memory lane, Sharan wacked me on the head with a pillow, in shock I took mine and tried to smack her instead she ducked and I ended up smacking Mili, which then started a clichéd pillow fight. After it ended Mili pulled out another DVD she made, the first four episodes of Hana Kimi [Japanese drama based of a manga]. By three o’clock, one by one we each dropped off into dreamland.

I was woken up at five by the sound of the printer, making copies of my mom’s work. Disregarding it I looked around to see everyone was still sleeping, naturally I went back to sleep. Around seven my eyes opened again, this time I wasn’t the only one awake, Karuna and Mili were as well, Mili playing with the multiple iPods and Karuna watching dramas. After everyone was awake, we tidied up and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. We sat around the table eating, talking and laughing all day, at noon Devi and Sharan, the two that are always hungry, decided that it was lunchtime. Getting up, Mili, Devi, Sharan and began to cook [we left Karuna alone because we always force her to cook for us].

Finally, after cooking so long in the heat we were done and ready to eat, when Mili decided that she didn’t want lomein because she hated noodles. Informing her that she had to eat, she grudgingly took it and proceeded to make a noodle float by pouring Pepsi and ice into her plate. We laughed so hard that we couldn’t breathe; Sharan couldn’t take it anymore and fell onto the hardwood floor, rolling.

Sadly, at some point all good things must come to an end, it was time for the girls to go home. We cleaned up the kitchen and living room and went upstairs so that they could pack their things and go home. The adventure had ended for me.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The South Ozone Park Idea...

Crossing the Van Wyck Expressway on the way to work, or racing to the airport via Air Train JFK the quiet area of South Ozone Park is often overlooked as people go about their daily lives.


“How do you live here? There is nothing around.” Tanda asks incredulously, following the others and me as we walk past a house that could easily pass for a miniature farm.

“This way.” I state crossing the empty street.

As we near my house, Mili states, “Wow, you really do live in the middle of nowhere. You even have a tiny forest thing here.”


“That isn’t true, there is a library and uh…a CPW around here.”


“Why is it so quiet?” Mili asks. “And no one is outside, you’re neighborhood is weird.”
It’s not hard to see why the neighborhood is generally regarded as the middle of nowhere, especially when riding a bus that is packed at Kew Gardens, yet empty before it even nears my house; or even when driving past the local pharmacy or market.

Occasionally a car might, just might drive down the block, (not today) other than residents leaving their homes, or the school bus picking up the little girl next door, or a safe ride service picking the little old lady across the street for her weekly doctor appointment. Around here, we have more air traffic than gridlock.

[I stood here (in the middle of the street) for five minutes hoping at least one car would come...]

So what do the residents of the middle of nowhere do in their spare time?

We sit on our front steps and watch the planes fly by so low over our homes that they could potentially land on our rooftops (if they were flat).