My final flash project will be a poem from Harryette Mullen. The poem I will use is Once Ever After. I will make the text and letters move and add pictures.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Short Summary of Hypertext Proposal & Text
Adaptation of a Literary Work
Grimm’s Brothers “Brementown Musicians”
I will use fancy lettering for the 1st letter of each paragraph, just like the fairy tales. After each paragraph, there will be a picture that is to be clicked in order to get to the next page of text. Each time a new character is mentioned; the character’s name will be hypertext and show the picture of that character. Also with the picture of each character is a short autobiography that I will create.
Once upon a time in a village so small that you can't even find it on a map there was a small farmhouse standing on the corner of a hay field. If you looked very carefully and squinted your eyes just a bit you would see that right next door to the house there was a wooden stable even tinier than the tiniest house. In the stable there lived a donkey named Chanter.
Chanter had worked very hard and for many years. One day the farmer said to him that he should travel and see the world before the very sad day his eyes would close forever. The farmer patted him on his back, gave him a bag of corn, and wished him good luck. Chanter smiled and said goodbye to the farmer and began walking along the dusty road. He was walking toward the famous city of Bremen where all of the finest musicians in the world lived. He thought he would become singer.
Chanter walked along the road for more than an hour. Suddenly a howl came up from the ground. He hadn't been looking where he was walking and had stepped right on the paws of dog! The dog jumped up as fast as an old dog can jump. They looked at each other and Chanter quickly apologized for stepping on the dog's paw, as his hooves were quite large, much larger than paws.
The old dog began to calm down and introduced himself as Anciano. They became friends and since Anciano was a baritone they decided to sing together and off they went to Bremen.
Later they came upon a strange mass of fur in the middle of the road. Anciano let out a growl and the ball of fur flew off the ground. Chanter dropped his bag of corn. But instead of corn, to everyone's amazement a dozen mice ran from the sack. Things looked quite a mess. Someone was crying. It was a very old fat cat. The mice had all gone. She looked up at Chanter and Anciano and purred out her name: it was Songe.
They told her that they were off to Bremen to sing. Her eyes began to glow and she asked if she could sing with them. They all became friends and walked close together. The more they talked to each other the closer they walked to each other until they thought that they must be the closest friends in the world.
It was almost dinnertime and they came across a farmhouse. Strutting back and forth on top of the barn was a rooster who looked so nervous they all thought he would fall off at any moment. He was making such a racket! They heard him saying that the farmer's wife had decided to put him in the soup! Chanter wailed. Belemente Chanticleer was the rooster's name.
He asked where they were going and faster than a hen's beak can peck decided to join them on the road. He told them that Bremen was still very far off and that they should find a place to sleep. Belemente Chanticleer told his friends that there was a house no more than an hour away and that a bright light was shining in the window so they would be able to find it in the dark.
None of them knew that the house they were approaching was full of robbers. They thought it was another farmhouse and made a plan. They would open the window and sing for their supper. They hoped that the farmer and his wife would think that their voices were so beautiful that they would be invited in for some dinner and be given a place to stay for the night. They began to sing.
"Ghosts!" cried the robbers. Out of the front door the robbers ran. They ran down the road until they could no longer be seen. Chanter, Anciano, Songe and Belemente Chanticleer looked into the house. Dinner was still on the table. They ate it all up! The friends were tired. Each found a spot and they curled up for the night.
One of the robbers didn't believe in ghosts. He said that they must have been chased out of their home not by ghosts but by other robbers! He crept back to the house to see what or who was there. He went into the dark cottage from the back door. He felt in his pockets and found some matches and bent down to light the fire on the glowing coals of the fireplace. The coals were really Songe's eyes!
Songe leapt up terrified and jumped onto his face. She pulled his ears with her nails and slapped his head with her tail. The robber couldn't see. He ran over Anciano who bit him on the leg. Chanter was scared and kept kicking the walls until Belemete Chantileer fell right off the house and cock-a-doodle-do'ed with all his might.
It was only two minutes after the Robber had entered the house from the back door that he was running out of the front door as fast as his feet would carry him, crying out that he believed in ghosts after all! His friends all screamed and ran after him.
The following morning Belemente Chantileer woke everyone up. They had all slept very well. They looked at the empty house and walked around the empty garden. They thought it was a better place to live than Bremen, and that they could sing with each other. In fact, they all live there today. They are all very old and they are all very happy.
http://www.brementownmusicians.com/en/textonly
Grimm’s Brothers “Brementown Musicians”
I will use fancy lettering for the 1st letter of each paragraph, just like the fairy tales. After each paragraph, there will be a picture that is to be clicked in order to get to the next page of text. Each time a new character is mentioned; the character’s name will be hypertext and show the picture of that character. Also with the picture of each character is a short autobiography that I will create.
Once upon a time in a village so small that you can't even find it on a map there was a small farmhouse standing on the corner of a hay field. If you looked very carefully and squinted your eyes just a bit you would see that right next door to the house there was a wooden stable even tinier than the tiniest house. In the stable there lived a donkey named Chanter.
Chanter had worked very hard and for many years. One day the farmer said to him that he should travel and see the world before the very sad day his eyes would close forever. The farmer patted him on his back, gave him a bag of corn, and wished him good luck. Chanter smiled and said goodbye to the farmer and began walking along the dusty road. He was walking toward the famous city of Bremen where all of the finest musicians in the world lived. He thought he would become singer.
Chanter walked along the road for more than an hour. Suddenly a howl came up from the ground. He hadn't been looking where he was walking and had stepped right on the paws of dog! The dog jumped up as fast as an old dog can jump. They looked at each other and Chanter quickly apologized for stepping on the dog's paw, as his hooves were quite large, much larger than paws.
The old dog began to calm down and introduced himself as Anciano. They became friends and since Anciano was a baritone they decided to sing together and off they went to Bremen.
Later they came upon a strange mass of fur in the middle of the road. Anciano let out a growl and the ball of fur flew off the ground. Chanter dropped his bag of corn. But instead of corn, to everyone's amazement a dozen mice ran from the sack. Things looked quite a mess. Someone was crying. It was a very old fat cat. The mice had all gone. She looked up at Chanter and Anciano and purred out her name: it was Songe.
They told her that they were off to Bremen to sing. Her eyes began to glow and she asked if she could sing with them. They all became friends and walked close together. The more they talked to each other the closer they walked to each other until they thought that they must be the closest friends in the world.
It was almost dinnertime and they came across a farmhouse. Strutting back and forth on top of the barn was a rooster who looked so nervous they all thought he would fall off at any moment. He was making such a racket! They heard him saying that the farmer's wife had decided to put him in the soup! Chanter wailed. Belemente Chanticleer was the rooster's name.
He asked where they were going and faster than a hen's beak can peck decided to join them on the road. He told them that Bremen was still very far off and that they should find a place to sleep. Belemente Chanticleer told his friends that there was a house no more than an hour away and that a bright light was shining in the window so they would be able to find it in the dark.
None of them knew that the house they were approaching was full of robbers. They thought it was another farmhouse and made a plan. They would open the window and sing for their supper. They hoped that the farmer and his wife would think that their voices were so beautiful that they would be invited in for some dinner and be given a place to stay for the night. They began to sing.
"Ghosts!" cried the robbers. Out of the front door the robbers ran. They ran down the road until they could no longer be seen. Chanter, Anciano, Songe and Belemente Chanticleer looked into the house. Dinner was still on the table. They ate it all up! The friends were tired. Each found a spot and they curled up for the night.
One of the robbers didn't believe in ghosts. He said that they must have been chased out of their home not by ghosts but by other robbers! He crept back to the house to see what or who was there. He went into the dark cottage from the back door. He felt in his pockets and found some matches and bent down to light the fire on the glowing coals of the fireplace. The coals were really Songe's eyes!
Songe leapt up terrified and jumped onto his face. She pulled his ears with her nails and slapped his head with her tail. The robber couldn't see. He ran over Anciano who bit him on the leg. Chanter was scared and kept kicking the walls until Belemete Chantileer fell right off the house and cock-a-doodle-do'ed with all his might.
It was only two minutes after the Robber had entered the house from the back door that he was running out of the front door as fast as his feet would carry him, crying out that he believed in ghosts after all! His friends all screamed and ran after him.
The following morning Belemente Chantileer woke everyone up. They had all slept very well. They looked at the empty house and walked around the empty garden. They thought it was a better place to live than Bremen, and that they could sing with each other. In fact, they all live there today. They are all very old and they are all very happy.
http://www.brementownmusicians.com/en/textonly
Hypertext Writing
For the hypertext writing assignment I chose Juliett Martin’s oooxxxooo. I chose her hypertext work because it looked simple, was not complicated, and can be easily navigated. Throughout all the pages of the hypertext there consists of a black background with white and grey text. She uses her text as part of the hypertext, so that users can click on them in order to get to other pages. She created her hypertext in a way therefore allowing the users to choose their own paths to finish reading the text.
The first page of the hypertext has many yes or no links to choose from. Each of these yes or no links takes the user to different pages of text and symbols. Towards the end of the first page, the links being used are the same as the beginning links. Once the user clicks of one the links, the text that is being used is made into different objects and shapes. For example, when the user clicks the first yes, it shows them this eyeball looking shape:
As I gazed atthe golden delicioussun, it turned into an apple.The apple floated and fell furiouslyinto my waiting code-barren mouth. Insidemy mouth, an cyb-oral surgeon jacked his neuralnet into that apple. The wires on the braces onmy teeth transmitted. Gums pulled back and trickedteeth pulled back to-chew apple into pulp. The cyb-oral surgeon dug into the pulverized sauce with siliconand shovel in palm. He's the assembler for the wall thatfalls, the teeth that are now a compost, compote, compileof apple and seed and skin, tartar white and ruby red.Swallowing the apple, seeds and skin and meat, I smiled.Now the FBI will always know who and where I am. Thismakes me smile. I tilted back my head and my eyes werealigned with where the sun used to be. A small poreopened in that spot and was clogged by an applet oflight. Instantly infected and swollen by theforeign fluoresces, the pore bulged andblossomed into a cyber-cider cyst. It turned golden delicious. It was thesun, a golden delicious apple.
Or sometimes it looks something like this:
***gro*undrou*ndgoun*dgrund*grondg*roudgr*oun***
I enjoyed working with this hypertext fiction by Martin. It was very easy to manage through the pages. The text featured of the pages seemed to work perfectly with the objects and shapes used on the pages. For example, the use of the tear drop shape when the text mentions saliva and blood.
O-rthoMan,can youalign myb y t e ?Should my jawbe wired? Theseare questions forthe trip chip toknow and the computergirl to answer. Aguilty-sweet saliva girlwells in the pocket betweenmy gum and lips. She justloves it there. Maybe she willclean my teeth and align my byte.As I lick my bloody chips, Irealize I soon must die in the handof my envy (that would be me) for Ihave loved and blood is the shadow ofmy indulgence. My tendril pleasures arevisible through my transparent skin.Silicon chips replace silicone implants.You can pierce me like a tender bulb offlesh, read through my skin. Cotton fillsmy cheeks like acid dries my mind. Bitseat each joy morsel and carve caverns andpatterns. Please, cotton and wire,bring me closer to the fool I need tobe, closer to the food I need toeat--food which won't fill my armswithout rotting my teethfirst. Can my teeth staywhite and my bellyfull?
So almost always the text and the symbols and shapes used throughout the hypertext fiction relates to the text.
All of the pages were successful in guiding the user back to the main page and into other pages. The only issue I had with the hypertext fiction by Martin is that the user runs out of new options to choose from. After going through every possible exit into other pages, the user gets directed back to the same pages he/she has already seen. It seems as if Martin did not have enough material to continue with the hypertext or she wanted the users to get bored with her work quickly.
The writing in the hypertext fiction is not good or bad. It seems to be characterized as a stream of consciousness. Even though there are sentences in the text, the way the sentences are written create a kind of rambling of words. The users are not quite sure as to what is going on in the text but they get a sense that the narrator is either at the dentist’s office or what is happening to him/her after visiting the dentist’s office. It’s not quite clear but the text deals with the narrator’s mouth, teeth, and eyes.
The hypertext fiction is more like a story but it could be a really far fetched poem. None-the-less, the text on each page of the hypertext could be a poem. The reading the hypertext out of order helps with the writing of the author. She wanted the users to click on which direction they would like to go to next. I do not believe there is even a way to read this hypertext in a certain order. She obviously wanted the users to read it in a disorderly way.
Martin’s hypertext fiction was probably not the best but it should get revised. I think that she should add more text, so that the users are not reusing the same pages over again. She should re-write her text into something that’s easy to follow. She also should change the colors of the text and background into something more eye friendly. She should consider including some pictures as links into other pages besides just using the text itself.
This hypertext fiction did give me some ideas for my own hypertext that I will create for the class. I like how she uses the text to make shapes and symbols. I would probably incorporate some pictures along with the text. I also would probably add more color to the pages because black, white, and grey become very dull when seen on every page of the hypertext. I would also make the pages look nicer and prettier with more designs and decorations. I guess something more appealing to the eye and well more importantly more appealing to the users’ eyes. I just hope the story I create is much longer than this hypertext and that the users find it much more interesting than Martin’s, if they read her hypertext fiction.
The first page of the hypertext has many yes or no links to choose from. Each of these yes or no links takes the user to different pages of text and symbols. Towards the end of the first page, the links being used are the same as the beginning links. Once the user clicks of one the links, the text that is being used is made into different objects and shapes. For example, when the user clicks the first yes, it shows them this eyeball looking shape:
As I gazed atthe golden delicioussun, it turned into an apple.The apple floated and fell furiouslyinto my waiting code-barren mouth. Insidemy mouth, an cyb-oral surgeon jacked his neuralnet into that apple. The wires on the braces onmy teeth transmitted. Gums pulled back and trickedteeth pulled back to-chew apple into pulp. The cyb-oral surgeon dug into the pulverized sauce with siliconand shovel in palm. He's the assembler for the wall thatfalls, the teeth that are now a compost, compote, compileof apple and seed and skin, tartar white and ruby red.Swallowing the apple, seeds and skin and meat, I smiled.Now the FBI will always know who and where I am. Thismakes me smile. I tilted back my head and my eyes werealigned with where the sun used to be. A small poreopened in that spot and was clogged by an applet oflight. Instantly infected and swollen by theforeign fluoresces, the pore bulged andblossomed into a cyber-cider cyst. It turned golden delicious. It was thesun, a golden delicious apple.
Or sometimes it looks something like this:
***gro*undrou*ndgoun*dgrund*grondg*roudgr*oun***
I enjoyed working with this hypertext fiction by Martin. It was very easy to manage through the pages. The text featured of the pages seemed to work perfectly with the objects and shapes used on the pages. For example, the use of the tear drop shape when the text mentions saliva and blood.
O-rthoMan,can youalign myb y t e ?Should my jawbe wired? Theseare questions forthe trip chip toknow and the computergirl to answer. Aguilty-sweet saliva girlwells in the pocket betweenmy gum and lips. She justloves it there. Maybe she willclean my teeth and align my byte.As I lick my bloody chips, Irealize I soon must die in the handof my envy (that would be me) for Ihave loved and blood is the shadow ofmy indulgence. My tendril pleasures arevisible through my transparent skin.Silicon chips replace silicone implants.You can pierce me like a tender bulb offlesh, read through my skin. Cotton fillsmy cheeks like acid dries my mind. Bitseat each joy morsel and carve caverns andpatterns. Please, cotton and wire,bring me closer to the fool I need tobe, closer to the food I need toeat--food which won't fill my armswithout rotting my teethfirst. Can my teeth staywhite and my bellyfull?
So almost always the text and the symbols and shapes used throughout the hypertext fiction relates to the text.
All of the pages were successful in guiding the user back to the main page and into other pages. The only issue I had with the hypertext fiction by Martin is that the user runs out of new options to choose from. After going through every possible exit into other pages, the user gets directed back to the same pages he/she has already seen. It seems as if Martin did not have enough material to continue with the hypertext or she wanted the users to get bored with her work quickly.
The writing in the hypertext fiction is not good or bad. It seems to be characterized as a stream of consciousness. Even though there are sentences in the text, the way the sentences are written create a kind of rambling of words. The users are not quite sure as to what is going on in the text but they get a sense that the narrator is either at the dentist’s office or what is happening to him/her after visiting the dentist’s office. It’s not quite clear but the text deals with the narrator’s mouth, teeth, and eyes.
The hypertext fiction is more like a story but it could be a really far fetched poem. None-the-less, the text on each page of the hypertext could be a poem. The reading the hypertext out of order helps with the writing of the author. She wanted the users to click on which direction they would like to go to next. I do not believe there is even a way to read this hypertext in a certain order. She obviously wanted the users to read it in a disorderly way.
Martin’s hypertext fiction was probably not the best but it should get revised. I think that she should add more text, so that the users are not reusing the same pages over again. She should re-write her text into something that’s easy to follow. She also should change the colors of the text and background into something more eye friendly. She should consider including some pictures as links into other pages besides just using the text itself.
This hypertext fiction did give me some ideas for my own hypertext that I will create for the class. I like how she uses the text to make shapes and symbols. I would probably incorporate some pictures along with the text. I also would probably add more color to the pages because black, white, and grey become very dull when seen on every page of the hypertext. I would also make the pages look nicer and prettier with more designs and decorations. I guess something more appealing to the eye and well more importantly more appealing to the users’ eyes. I just hope the story I create is much longer than this hypertext and that the users find it much more interesting than Martin’s, if they read her hypertext fiction.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Photo Gallery
This is my photo gallery project. It has pictures of gorgeous paintings, religious symbols, flowers, and other random but beautiful pictures.
Jennifer's Picture Website
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk32590/Photo_Gallery/pics.html
Jennifer's Picture Website
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk32590/Photo_Gallery/pics.html
Text Link to Book Project
This is the PDF text link for my Book Project
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk32590/Book_Project/book_text.pdf
http://loki.stockton.edu/~stk32590/Book_Project/book_text.pdf
Book Project Editors Introduction
Jennifer Zumot was born in Passaic County General Hospital in Passaic, New Jersey on July 12, 1985. She is the first born daughter and child to her Middle Eastern, Catholic parents. She was the only child for about two and half years before her sister was born early in 1988. From that point on, she and her sister were treated as twins. For a number of years, they were dressed in the same clothes. Her parents moved from Garfield, in northern New Jersey, to Pleasantville, in southern New Jersey, later that same year as her sister’s birth.
Zumot was enrolled in the public preschool in Pleasantville after she turned four years old. However, from kindergarten until the sixth grade, her parents put her into a private Catholic school in the same town. During her Catholic school education, her parents had another child. Only this time there was big age gap between this child and their two daughters. In 1994, about seven years after their last child, her parents had a son. This meant there is an age difference of almost ten years between her and her brother!
After living in their home in Pleasantville for several years, Zumot’s parents decided to move. Her parents bought a brand new home in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. After completing the sixth grade at the Catholic school in Pleasantville, she was enrolled in the public school of Egg Harbor Township (EHT). She completed middle school and high school in EHT. She graduated from high school in June 2003.
Zumot continued her education by going to Atlantic Cape Community College, where she studied for two years and received her Associates Degree in General Studies. Then she transferred to The Richard Stockton College of New Jersey, where she is currently working on her Bachelor’s of the Arts in Literature. She will graduate in May 2007 with this degree. She plans to continue her education by going to graduate school to receive a Masters in the Arts in Teaching and teacher certification.
This is a compilation of poems and poets that Zumot came across during her college education. The classes she has taken influenced this collection of poetry. These poems and poets have different subjects; some are humorous while others are more serious. Take for example the feminist/ singer-songwriter, Ani Difranco, whose poetry deals with current issues in society today. Her poems have serious points, in which the reader is left to wonder, and funny points, that leave the reader in laughter.
Then there is the poet Tim Seibles, whose writing style is more modern and expresses the views of the twenty-first century. This kind of poetry incorporates the ghetto slang language used by those of the younger generation. His poetry gives the reader a different point of view of looking at certain situations. There are more poems and poets that are neither the same or different as the ones before them. Zumot hopes that as the reader of this book, you will find it useful and enjoyable. You just never know when you will come across a good piece of poetry.
Zumot was enrolled in the public preschool in Pleasantville after she turned four years old. However, from kindergarten until the sixth grade, her parents put her into a private Catholic school in the same town. During her Catholic school education, her parents had another child. Only this time there was big age gap between this child and their two daughters. In 1994, about seven years after their last child, her parents had a son. This meant there is an age difference of almost ten years between her and her brother!
After living in their home in Pleasantville for several years, Zumot’s parents decided to move. Her parents bought a brand new home in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey. After completing the sixth grade at the Catholic school in Pleasantville, she was enrolled in the public school of Egg Harbor Township (EHT). She completed middle school and high school in EHT. She graduated from high school in June 2003.
Zumot continued her education by going to Atlantic Cape Community College, where she studied for two years and received her Associates Degree in General Studies. Then she transferred to The Richard Stockton College of New Jersey, where she is currently working on her Bachelor’s of the Arts in Literature. She will graduate in May 2007 with this degree. She plans to continue her education by going to graduate school to receive a Masters in the Arts in Teaching and teacher certification.
This is a compilation of poems and poets that Zumot came across during her college education. The classes she has taken influenced this collection of poetry. These poems and poets have different subjects; some are humorous while others are more serious. Take for example the feminist/ singer-songwriter, Ani Difranco, whose poetry deals with current issues in society today. Her poems have serious points, in which the reader is left to wonder, and funny points, that leave the reader in laughter.
Then there is the poet Tim Seibles, whose writing style is more modern and expresses the views of the twenty-first century. This kind of poetry incorporates the ghetto slang language used by those of the younger generation. His poetry gives the reader a different point of view of looking at certain situations. There are more poems and poets that are neither the same or different as the ones before them. Zumot hopes that as the reader of this book, you will find it useful and enjoyable. You just never know when you will come across a good piece of poetry.
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