Thursday, November 28, 2013

Literary Journalism on Monster and Planet

In “Mrs. Kelly’s Monster”, one example I found of Franklin using a metaphor to move forward the story is when he points out Mrs. Kelly’s medical issues. For example, he uses the “pop, pop, pop” sounds to describe the sounds of the heart monitor. On page 101, “The heart monitor pop, pop, pops with reassuring regularity.” I found it interesting that this use of sound to describe heartbeats helps the reader to be aware of what is happening at the moment - it effectively gives the readers an impression how Mrs. Kelly is having her surgery at the time. This is a good way to keep the reader present to the situation and to help them avoid getting lost in the complexities of neuroscience and the surgery. It keeps the reader grounded. I like the way that this author moves through the story by using descriptive techniques in the personal essay form. Throughout the piece, the use of vivid imagery keeps the reader to engage in the story of what is being presented. I can definitely learn how to incorporate this in my writing to make it interesting and creative when it comes to literary techniques.

Looking at “Mr. Bellow’s Planet,” was challenging to learn about Staples as I thought his writing style is kind of confusing and a bit rambling. The words Staples chose to use when describing and comparing things are so abstract but also truly described the thoughts of Staples and how he dealt with the world around him.There was the description of life in Chicago, the issues of racism that are presented, and the general idea of the writer’s process. The tone of the article was somewhat satirical as the readers are able to visualize or imagine Staples’ mind and put themselves in his place.
There are some metaphors and analogy, and creative language frequently used in the stories, which is something I want to learn to do in writing my story though I do find challenging to write in creative style as it takes a lot of imagining process. The process of creativity work of a story- getting great ideas- where we also have to detail in our own experiences to form deeply personal perspective, and have vivid imagery and abstract word choices.

Narrating a journal, meaning creative writing, is not as much of a practical bent as an academic essay articles. Writing a narrative journal is just not as the same as writing an academic essay or a regular journalism. It isn't just about the facts. Honestly, I think that trying to make something real into something artful is extremely difficult for me. As this piece contains a lot of descriptions and extremely detailed, it shows me how I could effectively find that direction to reach reader's interest.
But no doubt that, both disciplines- journalist and creative writer can learn from each other. Creative writers can learn from the journalist’s ability to promote themselves and to be concise, while journalists can learn from the creative writer’s ability to engage with their subjects in a deep way. That is how they combine into a literary journalist; 'literary journalists' conduct their work requiring both of these disciplines and skills. 

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Boba on campus

I think it is so funny that how there are quite a few people on Facebook Transfer group page actually nagging and complaining about the club fundraisers selling boba at their vendors on Ring Road. I definitely agree that those sellers seriously are way too passionate and intense, and dedicating hours of shouting”boba two dollars” on campus. They do need to learn to calm down and stop desperately bugging people to ‘have to’ buy their boba. But not all tents are selling boba, there are also a whole bunch of different type of food, desserts and drinks that are also always yelling for fundraising too, like Kbbq, tacos, chicken bbq, pad thai, mocha, green tea, mocha, creps smoothies, lemonade.. etc. It is just that the most common and popular selling drink probably is milk tea boba, which it is always involved in almost every club fundraiser’s booth.  
I kind of just want to say that I’m actually pretty grateful that there are boba on campus for $2. Some of you should really appreciate that though. There aren’t only just milk tea boba, but there are also taro and thai tea. You just have to find the vendors that have different flavors because some sell Milk tea boba only. I always get the taro one when I come across to the vendors. They are my favorite flavor after thai tea.  For reals, i’m just saying that those people who are complaining about not having different flavors should at least feel glad that they sell boba on campus. There isn’t EVEN any other places that sell boba for this price. I’m just saying. The closest place to campus that sells boba is cha, which is super pricy and is NOT even good. And it’s pretty damn true that all boba sell out after 2 or 3pm, so it proves that there are a lot of us on campus do buy them. Some of these people are way too overgeneralizing and close-minded about these whole boba selling vendors. There isn’t really much to vent about besides some sellers need to calm down. Like we all can’t stand that the sellers become too desperate and obsessed, but don’t forget though, about that we are getting these drinks for a pretty good deal if you just think about it..only if you love to drink boba.

Monday, November 11, 2013



She cares/worries too much about me sometimes.
Last Friday, I got like over 6 missed calls from my roomate while she was at one of my friends’ place, and I was supposed to be there. I was just drinking in our own place and hanging out with one of my guy friends… and I know she was kind of worried that something might have gone wrong between me and my friend! I guess I shouldn’t have told her that how awkward I felt, or she wouldn’t keep thinking about me that night. But i knew what I was doing, nothing bad happened at all. I also kept getting texts that asking me if I was okay….. It’s really funny how we all over think something and actually imagine that something bad might happen when everything is just fine. It really can ruin a good time..
I just agree that my friend is really assertive but maybe the alcohol also cause some people to be over- reacting and twisting things around in their mind. I feel pretty awful to let my friends worry about me. But seriously, i’m an adult and that night, I was pretty cleared that I just wanted to chill with my friend for a bit. Apparently, I’ve already known my friend; he wasn’t a stranger that I just met. They really shouldn’t have worried about it… or even ruined a good time.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

NorCal-Sick

First time ever I feel homesick for some places back in northern California. “dammn…. I never knew I can be ‘homesick’ for a city…” It is in this strangest moments that hits me. I just saw a picture of the San Francisco Bay area, and it looks so beautiful and reminds me of so many things… makes me long to be there. 
It is different here. I insanely miss the vibe, the smell..,the breeze.. the people, the music and the clubs, and the weather over there.. And wearing a hoodie sweater here in the morning reminds me of SF. I miss the bridges and the ocean, I miss the buildings in the city so much and driving pass all of them. I miss trying pho restaurants. I miss driving my ghetto car and hustling. And I miss the ratchetness in people at night clubs. I miss faster cell phone connection and wireless internet on my phone, because there is no wifi at my place and there is very little cell phone reception. My iphone’s signal always appears to be one or two bars. Also, I miss walking my dog very very very very much. I want a picture/ video with him. I miss having a whole night time to type out my feelings on tumblr. But now, I rarely got any chill time to do so. And I seriously miss working out everyday crazily especially going outdoor running and sweating like CRAY.  Here at school, there are a lot of things going on every night. I would get hit on about parties on weekends and events. It’s very tempted to not stay home. During weekdays, I have no time to think about home. I either try to fix my own food or try to concentrate on what homework is due tomorrow while roommates are here. But then, when days like Sunday right now, I don’t know how to start my paper, and two of my roommates are at Hoodie Allen’s concert for the day, I finally get to quiet down myself and blog about my random state of mind and the city that I miss.
 I know this is weird. I know before I moved down to Irvine, I’m always convinced that how great and grand it’ll be to drop everything and leave for something new and fresh. And when I get down here and try to settle, I realize that the nest I had back home is just what I’m much more used to. Not that I don’t enjoy being in Irvine, everything is fine. Opportunities are everywhere. I love it here, but I love SF more. I’m just kind of self-fish. I want these two areas to only be close together so that I can enjoy being in both places at once. You know what i mean?
Like wow. I just wanted to get it all off my chest, what being back in the bay area means to me now that I’m not there. It meant more to me than I ever expected.