For decades, robots have been used for manufacturing and working with nonliving things such as cars, tools, and food processing. However, the Harvest vehicle is now taking care of living things: plants in the nursery.
Can you imagine robots taking care of babies in a nursery? How would this affect their development and how would it compare to human interaction?
-Justin Chow
How does growing up in a war environment affect a child's point of view and expression of emotions?
-Justin Chow
One night the house is shot into
and a grenade is thrown into.
The translation is rough.
She doesn’t conceive of herself
in the first person or the third.
She never thinks “I did this”
or “she felt that.”
She simply
remembers
“in the fall, moved away,”
“ran to the store that morning,”
“breathed,”
“heard.”
She is very young at the time of
the attack, only six.
She has no idea
why someone would shoot or
throw a grenade into the house
or why the family’s chickens
would run away only
to reappear
asleep
in the branches of lychee trees
in the woods behind the house.
Her parents are unsurprised.
Farmers have always trained their chickens
to run skyward up tree trunks.
When soldiers come calling,
as they have for a thousand years,
something
always survives.
- Justin Chow
Hey Everyone,
I'd just like to share one of the poems I wrote about love. I noticed that after I wrote it isn't a traditional love poem, but more like a satire of what "love" means to most men. (Sorry boys). Anyway, when I was writing this, I just kept thinking about how in some marriages even today, women are only "loved" by their husbands if they follow social orders that tell them to be silent, weak, and submissive---which sorry to say...we are most definitely, not! So, without further ado, I present my poem entitled "He loves me, he loves me not"
HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT
He loves me
When I’m beside him, behind him.
That’s where he loves me, following his lead.
Beside him, behind him.
He loves me not.
When I venture out on my own.
When I surpass him, or prove myself capable
Without him.
He loves me
When I’m silent.
When I stand beside him, behind him, as a
Pretty painted face.
Silent.
Always, pretending that I have nothing to say.
He loves me not,
When I break that silence.
When I let my voice drown him,
overpower him.
Because he knows I can.
He loves me,
Because of the fact that I’m biologically built as a woman.
And socially constructed to be submissive and weak.
But he loves me not
Because he knows I’m my own person,
Then and now.
And forever
'till death do us part.
-Abigail Huliganga
Wow. The Last Fall is a student-made animation that I stumbled upon on Youtube a few months back. All I can say is that this is ethereal and beautifully animated. This is a story about a girl and her father struggling to escape a rather antagonistic colony of robots who seem to harvest human bodies. The overlapping of dream and reality and dark, heavy undertone bring the animation to life as the graphics craft a subtle complexity in the relationship between father and daughter.
This animation is one of my favorite videos on Youtube (along with some silly ones like this:
But that was irrelevant.)
Back on topic, I thought that The Last Fall captured perfectly what we are studying in class, and is also a captivating video to watch.
- Judy
So while I was catching up on my favorite TV series, Castle, this weekend, one of the episodes actually talked about the possibility of drones taking over the world.
Awesome episode! (Well, EVERY episode is AWESOME!) This is the youtube video that contains the scene where the scientist, writer and detectives discuss drones.
Enjoy!
--Jessie Wu
All the short films of the robot stories were interesting. What surprised me at first was the Asian actors because I do not see Asian actors in movies or television shows much. It was different to see Asian actors as the focus of the short films. This showed me how we are affected by the media in ways we do not even notice or realize. The kinds of people that typically act in shows or movies make us develop expectations about who the actors would look like. By seeing that the robot stories had Asian actors, it made me see how the expectation of what actors look like was developed because of all the regular movies I watched that had only white people as the main actor. I did not even realize I had this expectation.
My favorite robot story is the "Robot Fixer" because it was heart-warming to see the mother try to find the missing pieces to her son's toys. She wouldn't be able to let go until she attempted to save her son, which she later realized she had to face the truth that he is dead.
Jason Li
For creative writing homework, I wrote a poem that reflects my love-hate relationship with the media that feed me every moment of my breath.
Love-Hate (Dear Media)
Your shatterproof omnipresence,
The Panopticon of 21st century
: I am the gifted prisoner, You be the gruesome police.
Have I created you or have you created me?
You are my mother to whom I gave a birth.
You are my child who gave a birth to me.
That mutual desire of two dispiriting vampires
acidifies my idea, my identity,
in this circle of witchcraft.
- Kahn Ryu -
Below is my Tritina poem!
(Words - A: myth B: fires C: soul)
The Myth That Fires My Soul
I have a myth
about the fires
that awaken my soul
the lust flows to my soul
why it keeps me alive, the myth
the power of my passion fires
So does crimson anger fires
through my mind, my soul
another left-behind myth
The myth that fires my soul
- Kahn Ryu
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