blink critique

This is a quick critique of the book "Blink", the book was a required reading for school. in my personal opinion I really didn't like the book. The author kept jumping from topic to topic, sometimes at random and often when it would not make any sense. There was a story the author wrote about that had to deal with a fake greek statue and the museum that was going to buy it. The story served its purpose when it was told, but having that story reoccur or referenced much later in the book is very annoying. The subject of the entire book was about natural instincts and experience used in making a decision. The book was two hundred plus pages of the same repetitive subject. At times I felt smarter than the author because I was able to pick up the subject and understand it half way through the first chapter. It seemed the author didn't know or know how to explain his subject. The book I thought was a waste of paper and time. I would not recommend reading it at all.

A.J. Novel Novel 1

Final Paper:Heavy Metal in Tampa.

The concert was in early November, anticipation was high. The gathering of people outside the small concert hall was an interesting mix of heavy metal fans. Some fans would never be considered by the way they looked were there. As well as obvious fans dressed in their favorite bands t-shirts and other merchandise. The night was on the cold side, groups of people were wearing jackets and sweaters. The hall where the concert was to take place was no bigger than a class room. There were posters of bands that had played in the tiny hall in the past. As the first band tuned their instruments the large crowed waited outside, buying the merchandise of the bands set to play that evening. The anticipation was high. The atmosphere electrifying and intense. As the first band had finished tuning their instruments they called everyone into the small music hall. The first band introduced themselves then proceeded to play. The music was indeed metal and intense. The guitars raged with rifts that would have any person head banging in approval. The drums sounded like an unforgiving storm about to fall on the unsuspecting. The lead singer shouted into the microphone with a heavy and deep voice. They had their fans approval as the fans instantly started a mosh pit. The mosh pit was full of people flailing their arms and legs in all directions almost always falling into the rest of the crowed. This was only the first band, the first of six. How would the rest of the bands perform?

Novel-2

The first band had finished after a set of three songs. The crowed was moving back outside the concert hall so the second band could set up. The crowed was charged and pumped up with energy from the music. When the second band finished setting up the crowed poured into the hall. The concert hall was even more cramped than before. The smell of sweat and wood mixed in the air. The second band started playing immediately after everybody was in the room. The second band was better than the first. The mosh pitt was much bigger. Fans were head banging in the back near the entrance. The music was heavy and energizing, prompting everyone to join the mosh pitt. After the second band had finished their set of three the crowed once again dispersed to the outside. The cool weather had become welcomed by the crowed as it grew hotter in the hall. The energy of the mass of people was not close to diminishing, the music had only increased it. The third band had come onto stage. After a very brief introduction they immediately started to rock the small concert hall. There was a definite pattern to the set up of the bands. Every band was better than the last. The third band had brought their own light show that followed the beats of the drummer and his double bass drums. One song they performed was a heavy metal cover of a boyband classic. The raging fans thought the song was defiantly better than the original. The third band had wrapped up their set. The night was getting late and the energy was finally starting to drain. Three more bands were still slated to play, but some people had left. The concert was definitely a concert to experience, especially if it is a first. The bands had blown the roof off the concert hall with great fan approval. It was a performance to be witnessed.

reflections

A.J. Novel

Writing Studio

Reflection

This is a reflection paper about my writing studio class. When I first entered the class I admittedly thought the class would be useless. I of course am an artist and didn't think writing class would be needed. I was here to draw not write. As the class went through a few sessions the class started to growon me. I had enjoyed writing for fun on my own long before I had to take the writing class. I didn't like however being graded for my work. Who honestly likes to have their mistakes showed to them? After a few classes I reluctantly stated to make corrections to make my work better. The class environment was a welcoming and warm. The teacher was very helpful and caring and treated me as individual rather than another person like other teachers that I had in high school. The work was at times difficult, essays are never fun. The class was definitely helpful and I would recommend it to all first year students. Some assignments I thought were unnecessary such as this reflection, and the online portfolio. Other assignments that I could do without is the research paper in which I had to compare two artist. That paper was tedious, and stressful, the use of only scholarly resources was ridiculous because some of the topics that I had plan to write about did not have scholarly sources to research from. The class will eventually be beneficial to my writing skills, that I understand. The class was a writing environment, the teacher supported creativity and style. However the large amounts of required works were stressful and largely unneeded.

free write

The Case of Alex "Big Man" Nava.

The interview room was dimly lit, it smelled of sweat and mold. A small table seperated the two occupants. One of the occupants was a woman in her late twenties. She had dirty blonde hair, her glasses rested on her nose. A tape recorder in one hand and a pen in the other. The second occupant in the room was a hulk of a man. He stood eight feet tall, He had the physic of an olympian god. He sat in a small wooden chair that strained and crecked to hold his weight. He stared into the distant as if he were looking into space. "Alex?" The woman said. "I am Andrea Palmer your psychiatrist." Alex said nothing. "Do you know why you are here Alex?" Andrea asked. Alex said nothing. "Do you remember? You killed four men. You ripped two of them in half." She revealed. Alex said nothing. "Wanna tell me why you did it? Was it because they called you Big Man?" Andrea said. Alex stayed silent. "If you don't answer my questions their gonna take you out of the asylum and put you in a maximum security jail. I don't want that to happen Alex do you?" She continued. "Come on you can tell me. Nothing leaves this room..." Andrea waited for a moment. "Alex you have to say something." Alex broke hi gaze and looked at the floor. He said in a low deep voice. "Leave me alone."

(To Be Continued)

discussion-Drowne's wooden image

The character I chose was Drowne himself. From the beginning Drowne struck me as artist. An artist who wasn't only in it for the money. Sure when Caption Hunnewell came to him for a job the caption offed money, but as Drowne carved out the image. He began to see that the image was special. The image had a life of it's own. The aura around it was so vexing that men marveled at it's beauty. The passage when Caption Hunnwell suggested that it not be painted, and Drowne said that it must. Showed me that Drowne wasn't willing to cheapen an image, because the man who hired him didn't originally want it painted. The other thing I liked about Drowne is when Copley suggested that Drowne bring the image to England to make a fortune. Drowne said no. He didn't want money for the image. That is why I chose Drowne. He is a good character to stand behind.