Archive for October, 2009

Word of the Day

Posted in Wilfredo on October 29, 2009 by mothstache

Despite, as a noun.

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Channels of Meaning and Internet-Based Communication

Posted in Vicente on October 25, 2009 by Vicente Peláyez

Different mediums of communication have different capabilities. For example, written language can’t easily capture the subtle emphases and intonations of spoken language, but it does provide more clear, unambiguous, and quotable means of differentiating sections of speech, like italics, capitalization, and underlining. That is, emphasis and intonation in spoken sentences might be heard and understood differently by different people, but everyone can agree when a section of text is in all caps. In the Computer Age, mediums like email, webpages, chat rooms, and instant messages provide us with new ways of communicating that can’t be reproduced out loud or on paper. Continue reading

Pasteboard Masks

Posted in Clavdia on October 18, 2009 by Clavdia Chauchat

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me.
In honor of the 158th birthday of Moby-Dick – Man vs. Nature  (part I)
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Breaking the Seal

Posted in Clavdia on October 16, 2009 by Clavdia Chauchat

Eulogy I

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Laughter 5. Bullies

Posted in Wilfredo on October 15, 2009 by mothstache

Long discussion of my High School and the relation between wit and meanness.

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Laughter 4. Audience

Posted in Wilfredo on October 15, 2009 by mothstache

A first approach to the essence of jokes, through the ruination and semblance of that essence.

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Laughter 3. For Good

Posted in Wilfredo on October 15, 2009 by mothstache

In High School, my english teacher took me aside and told me that I was very funny.  He taught a class on comedy, and was generally respected as a very funny person, as well as the best teacher anyone would ever have.  I mentioned that, in some zine or other, I had copied Swift’s essay on baby-skins.  But Swift, he said, used comedy for good.  He esteemed that I could easily be as funny as Swift–but that I was being childish and irresponsible.  Typically, I can only remember how I paraphrased him later to my Father, in my Father’s voice, quoting Spiderman: “…to use my superpowers for good.”  I remember that I said I didn’t believe in good, but lately had been warming up to it as I realized that critique of “belief in good” was itself founded on belief.  He replied that he was sympathetic to such an existentialist viewpoint, but was, “You know me–,” himself was a Marxist-Leninist.