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Games / Re: Watch Dogs
« on: February 22, 2013, 11:17:26 AM »
reminds me a lot of Human Revolution in art and UI style.
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Off Topic / Re: Picked up a weird radio signal...
« on: February 22, 2013, 09:36:52 AM »
<3 number stations
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Creativity / Re: ■ The Photography Megathread ■
« on: February 22, 2013, 09:20:36 AM »
Damn son, I love that.
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Creativity / Re: A story I'm kicking around
« on: February 22, 2013, 09:19:38 AM »you've never read it, I'm receiving from thisWhy would I lie about reading this, do you think I'm just some forget that sits around and pretends to have read books to seem sophisticated?
What I got from it is that it was sort of like a modern Romeo and Juliet, almost. It was a story of the intersection of love and wealth, using the extravagance of the 1920's as a backdrop for the aspirations of a self-made man, James Gatz who created a persona of richness in order to win the love that fate swiped out from under his hands. It's also an interesting study in how wealth and greed corrupts and yet disguises ugliness and is evidenced in the whole egg/valley of ashes contrast, along with the whole interaction between Tom and his mistress.
Hm, I guess one of my favorite scenes from the book (that wouldn't show up on Sparknotes if you're just thinking I pulled this off the internet) was the part where Tom was taking Myrtle into town and she wants to buy a dog. The guy selling them is basically a scam artist leading Myrtle on the whole time and Tom is just correcting and letting Myrtle be deceived by this guy and then pays an absurdly high price for the dog just to sate Myrtle.
I also really love how the book is told from the perspective of a somewhat detached narrator, who is definitely a character in the story but is used to look upon the characters with some minor degree of bias and yet not be a completely neutral, completely outside narrator; it adds another layer of depth to the story, yet another way in which Fitzgerald is a brilliant writer and storyteller.
I was forced to read this book last year for a US lit class. I read most of it, but again, I didn't like how flowery Fitzgerald's writing is in contrast to writers like Kurt Vonnegut which give you very blunt but accurate descriptions of what's going on, very to the point. I did like the story, though, and doing a study of the book in class really helped because my teacher helped to sort of cut through the really dense prose and extract the great symbolism of almost every part of the book (like the scene in the library in which a patron of one of Gatsby's parties notes that his books are real, but have never been read, serving an illustration of how Gatsby is real, actually rich, but not exactly genuine) and how this ultimately leads to the communication of the broader themes of the book, wealth, love, facades, greed, desire, etc.
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Creativity / Re: A story I'm kicking around
« on: February 21, 2013, 10:08:26 PM »it was a story about deceit and suspicionCharming as in, I enjoyed it. It was an engaging and well crafted story.
how is that charming at all
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Creativity / Re: A story I'm kicking around
« on: February 21, 2013, 10:03:42 PM »have you ever even read f scott fitzgerald or are you just rephrasing what I saidYes, I've read Great Gatsby and it was a charming story but I really didn't like the style of prose.
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Creativity / Re: ■ The Photography Megathread ■
« on: February 21, 2013, 09:47:04 PM »sirrus can i have your old camera i've got $10Multiply that
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70.
And you've got a deal.
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Creativity / Re: A story I'm kicking around
« on: February 21, 2013, 09:45:49 PM »Nothing wrong with using "big words," but you're throwing them into sentences where they're surrounded by every day vocabulary so it sounds weird.I like that style of writing though, everyday language in places where it's appropriate and accurate descriptors where it seemed appropriate. The alternative (big words everywhere) is like, F. Scott Fitzgerald which is overly flowery prose.
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Off Topic / Re: Google Glass
« on: February 21, 2013, 04:08:45 PM »
A couple thoughts:
1) asdf I already wear glasses.
2) the only thing I want this for is the maps/voice calling (if it even has that). I'm a delivery driver and being able to hands free call/get directions without having to look down at a phone as well would be huge.
1) asdf I already wear glasses.
2) the only thing I want this for is the maps/voice calling (if it even has that). I'm a delivery driver and being able to hands free call/get directions without having to look down at a phone as well would be huge.
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Creativity / Re: ■ The Photography Megathread ■
« on: February 21, 2013, 03:50:37 PM »
Bought a new camera, hopefully it'll be in tomorrow.
asdf so lovey.
asdf so lovey.
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Creativity / Re: A story I'm kicking around
« on: February 21, 2013, 03:43:32 PM »I think you're trying too hard when it comes to "big words," and it really put me off when you used "meticulously" more than onceah, damn, I definitely try to not repeat words.
Also, why does it come across that I'm trying to hard? I don't think this writing is particularly flowery, a problem that I associate with people that try too hard to use big words. I'm really just trying to pick a word that fits well.
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Creativity / A story I'm kicking around
« on: February 17, 2013, 07:04:48 PM »
This is a short story I've started. Tell me what you guys think.
March 26th
Stephen Levitt was having an existential crCIA, though he didn't think to call it that, at least not at first. All Stephen Levitt was having so far was a very bad day.
It was March the 26th. March the 26th was the arbitrary day his girlfriend had set, telling herself that if things didn't improve, if Stephen didn't become more loving and wonderful, she would break up with him. She did just that, when Stephen came unwittingly to pick her up for the evening's festivities, all he got from her was the vague assertion that "things weren't working out" and an abruptly closed door.
Stephen was flummoxed to be sure, but he couldn't be too down on himself becaus March 26th was the meticulously planned day the Hughland-Dewey award recipient was announced. It was the scholarship that Stephen had fastidiously completed every piece of work given to him in highschool in order to receive. It guaranteed he could attend the college of his dreams, a goal which would be hard pressed to achieve otherwise given his family's limited affluence. Stephen and his father left early for the awards banquet, his mother and sister came afterwards , closer to the start.
Stephen and his family sat up front with the other top contenders for the award. Flanked by his parents, sitting in his rented tuxedo, he endured speech after speech which went on at length to describe the history of the award, the values it represented, the successes of past recipients. "Just one more hoop to jump through, all this work comes down to this." Stephen thought inwardly, retaining his stoic outward appearance. "I've come this far, done this much, I can wait just a bit longer."
His thoughts were interrupted by the MC. "And now we're ready for what you've all come for tonight, we're ready to announce this recipient of this year's Hughland-Dewey award!".
Stephen's father leaned over and whispered in his son's ear. "Son, no matter what happens your mother and I are very proud of all the work you've done."
Stephen appreciated his father's sentiment, but he was confident in his chances. He'd done every iota of work he'd been given to perfect, he volunteered, he tutored students, he'd become everything the award asked him to become and Stephen was confident. Some said confident to the point of arrogance, but it depends on who you asked.
The MC's voice climaxed "and the winner is...!"
Not Stephen.
He was halfway through standing up to accept the award that just a few moments prior he thought was rightfully his. He went limp in his seat, his parents groaned. The full gravity of his disappointment they would never know, and the full depth of his anger and confusion was hitting him in the first tidal wave, with many aftershocks to come.
The rest of the evening was blurry to Stephen, his parents trying to reassure him, his friends offering passing commiseration via text message and pats on the back from the ones that were there. He floated along in a stormy mood, each thought of how to restructure the next four years of his life accompanied with a lighting bolt flash of frustration and residual shock from losing the award. Ultimately, Stephen was trying to regain control of the ship that was his life, battling high seas of compounding surprises that March the 26th was bringing.
Later at home, he had slipped out of his shoes and was doting over his jacket and pants, being careful to not scuff the rental when he heard the first lucid sentence since the MC had seemingly stolen the award out of his hands.
"Stephen, did mom or Jenn mention anything to you about stopping to do errands or anything on the way home? They left before us but still aren't home yet."
"No, I don't know where they might be." Stephen replied, shrugging.
Elsa and Jenn Levitt were, at the time, being rushed to the city hospital because March 26th was the date on, for no particular reason, at 9:17 a drunk driver blasted through a stop sign and struck the car of Elsa and Jenn Levitt on their way home from an award ceremony for their son and little brother, respectively. Elsa and Jenn would go on to survive, only narrowly though. The drunk driver fled the scene, but went on to never be identified or captured by the police.
March the 26th was the day when Stephen Levitt realized he had no control over his life, and it was the day after which he was forced to learn what it meant to pick up the pieces of what was once so meticulously, intricately placed.
March 26th
Stephen Levitt was having an existential crCIA, though he didn't think to call it that, at least not at first. All Stephen Levitt was having so far was a very bad day.
It was March the 26th. March the 26th was the arbitrary day his girlfriend had set, telling herself that if things didn't improve, if Stephen didn't become more loving and wonderful, she would break up with him. She did just that, when Stephen came unwittingly to pick her up for the evening's festivities, all he got from her was the vague assertion that "things weren't working out" and an abruptly closed door.
Stephen was flummoxed to be sure, but he couldn't be too down on himself becaus March 26th was the meticulously planned day the Hughland-Dewey award recipient was announced. It was the scholarship that Stephen had fastidiously completed every piece of work given to him in highschool in order to receive. It guaranteed he could attend the college of his dreams, a goal which would be hard pressed to achieve otherwise given his family's limited affluence. Stephen and his father left early for the awards banquet, his mother and sister came afterwards , closer to the start.
Stephen and his family sat up front with the other top contenders for the award. Flanked by his parents, sitting in his rented tuxedo, he endured speech after speech which went on at length to describe the history of the award, the values it represented, the successes of past recipients. "Just one more hoop to jump through, all this work comes down to this." Stephen thought inwardly, retaining his stoic outward appearance. "I've come this far, done this much, I can wait just a bit longer."
His thoughts were interrupted by the MC. "And now we're ready for what you've all come for tonight, we're ready to announce this recipient of this year's Hughland-Dewey award!".
Stephen's father leaned over and whispered in his son's ear. "Son, no matter what happens your mother and I are very proud of all the work you've done."
Stephen appreciated his father's sentiment, but he was confident in his chances. He'd done every iota of work he'd been given to perfect, he volunteered, he tutored students, he'd become everything the award asked him to become and Stephen was confident. Some said confident to the point of arrogance, but it depends on who you asked.
The MC's voice climaxed "and the winner is...!"
Not Stephen.
He was halfway through standing up to accept the award that just a few moments prior he thought was rightfully his. He went limp in his seat, his parents groaned. The full gravity of his disappointment they would never know, and the full depth of his anger and confusion was hitting him in the first tidal wave, with many aftershocks to come.
The rest of the evening was blurry to Stephen, his parents trying to reassure him, his friends offering passing commiseration via text message and pats on the back from the ones that were there. He floated along in a stormy mood, each thought of how to restructure the next four years of his life accompanied with a lighting bolt flash of frustration and residual shock from losing the award. Ultimately, Stephen was trying to regain control of the ship that was his life, battling high seas of compounding surprises that March the 26th was bringing.
Later at home, he had slipped out of his shoes and was doting over his jacket and pants, being careful to not scuff the rental when he heard the first lucid sentence since the MC had seemingly stolen the award out of his hands.
"Stephen, did mom or Jenn mention anything to you about stopping to do errands or anything on the way home? They left before us but still aren't home yet."
"No, I don't know where they might be." Stephen replied, shrugging.
Elsa and Jenn Levitt were, at the time, being rushed to the city hospital because March 26th was the date on, for no particular reason, at 9:17 a drunk driver blasted through a stop sign and struck the car of Elsa and Jenn Levitt on their way home from an award ceremony for their son and little brother, respectively. Elsa and Jenn would go on to survive, only narrowly though. The drunk driver fled the scene, but went on to never be identified or captured by the police.
March the 26th was the day when Stephen Levitt realized he had no control over his life, and it was the day after which he was forced to learn what it meant to pick up the pieces of what was once so meticulously, intricately placed.
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Creativity / Re: ■ The Photography Megathread ■
« on: February 15, 2013, 10:54:09 AM »^condescending douche of the year award, for both his posts on this page
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Games / Re: Antichamber
« on: February 13, 2013, 11:12:22 PM »I want it but in my opinion it's too costly for what it is.
I'm in a financial situation right now where $20 isn't a terribly high amount of money, but I would say that it was worth the $20 to me.
Let me put it like this. If you only spend $20 on games a month, I would recommend this game to you still.
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Creativity / Re: ■ The Photography Megathread ■
« on: February 13, 2013, 11:10:24 PM »
From an outing yesterday:
